The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

- April 7, 2004 at 9: 24 am -

New student Lara's accession, and new magic instruction for Tifa and Lina.

A few days after they started. Although I knew Lara's talent as a magician, I mastered the mechanics and simple magic and show Tifa the impetus to approach her.

It's a natural genius.

Lina's eighteen, Tifa's fifteen, and Lara's twelve, and they're all young, but they're all talented, and they can't help but hit my face, which is my teacher. Why is the world so unequal?

To Lara's momentum, Tifa, Lina learns the magic of losing and hexagonal junction.

Tifa goes to school during the day and comes through the dorm to the Pochizzery store. Ryan and the others are working together to rent one house or something? As soon as I'm ready for that, Tifa's going to graduate from the dorm, too, but until then, it's like old me out of the dorm days. Tifa had no problem, but I heard her whining that she might find Tara to follow, so Lina put out a helpship.

It's going to be another fight when Lina helps directly, so her friends Henri and Clarice are working together to help Tifa and Tara get out of the dorm. Thanks to that, it seems that Tifa got two friends in the last few days.

As long as those two seem to be doing well.

Lina said Lina had increased the speed of her daily non-academic chores for the purpose of mastering magic.

This is information from Eileen, but she said, "You, what have you done to her? More and more presidents of student autonomy will become like this," she said. I hope you don't want to see Warren.

Then when Lara, who hasn't been to college, asks if she can learn the most magic, she may not.

Lara's farming is really detailed and she doesn't miss a single weed.

The last job in it, Farm Patrol, ends at about the same time Tifa joins me.

Naturally, there's no choice but for Lina, who has a job outside of academia, to come a little late.

You think so, the two of you don't try to start the class content until Lina comes along.

Lara said, "Wait for Lina".

"It's not fair," Tifa said. That's why.

Maybe that's why Tifa remains the old Tifa.

And today, when the day was running out, I was collecting, buying, and enchanting the ingredients in a few days. Of course it's about alchemy.

There's an unusual smoke coming from my room, and on the outside of the door, Itsuki is knocking on the door with Don.

"Mr. Azley. Ah! Something's so smoky - go ahead. Hey, what is this? - Huh. Hey, Mr. Azley, you're here!

"I'm saying... Master?

"Shut up, it's a good place right now"

"Nah, I haven't seen it in a while. Such a master. So, what are you doing today?

"It's the creation of the Potivitan Dead."

"What?

"Nah, nah, it's Potivitan Dead!

"What does that mean?

"It doesn't make any particular sense! This just happened when it sounded good with some cheerful words!

"I mean, my name cheers you up!?

"Oh... shut up! Yeah, it's always so loud, I'm just wondering how well you're doing, or something!

"Heh... really?"

Side by side with a fine, nibbling pouch, I flattened my clothes chest on my flaming cheeks to the wind.

And this is an important time to get to the beginning. Porch somehow seemed to understand what I was trying to do. Of course, it's not about the research, it's about the understanding that I won't be doing weird experiments or formulations.

"So, what are the expected effects of that Potivitan Dead?

"Mm-hmm. Well done, Porch. You asked. This is the ultimate healing medicine that will keep you tired!

"Heh? But isn't that what healing magic does?

I'll add to the Porch that I don't quite understand.

"It's not a cure, literally, it's a physical restorative. We humans sleep when we're tired, don't we? It's a pill to get rid of it. Can be used for pouches, of course."

Well, Porch doesn't have to sleep to recover because of his demon contract, but I recently found out that he should sleep in order to recover faster.

It would also mean physical fatigue coming from mental fatigue.

"Does that mean that if you drink it, you can keep moving without sleep?

"That's the thing!

"Isn't that impossible? The strain on the brain is too great. It's not so much a side effect that it affects your health."

"You didn't bring it."

"To?"

"Look, look, look. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?

I told him to spread his hands forward and appeal to his own body.

Porch, who has been leaning on his neck for a while, slowly opens his mouth to his usual "groovy" state.

Naturally, I know what happens after this, so I block my ears.

"Ahhhhhhhh!! Master! I tried it myself again. Hey!? Why do you always do that? I told you that unused medicines are dangerous! Ugh! So you didn't use my pillow (tummy) here recently!?

"Ha ha! Life is a series of challenges, Mr. Porch!

"What an appropriate word to mislead! I'll be angry!

You're already mad at me, aren't you?

It's a pungent, angry pouch, but in the end, he always sighs and forgives me.

When I figure this out, I guess I get used to it and tend to be reckless.

I don't think so, but I will. Hmm, is it like telling me not to do it and I'm gonna do it?

I see, humans are funny. Let's write this down for the wise.

Oh, Porch, you sighed.

"Absolutely, so, how did you achieve this?

"Human health...... well in this case it would be easier to understand to call it life force. Human vitality, and magic, would be quantified?

"You mean HP and MP, right? Master said it was God's incorporation in the process of making humans, right?

"Well, I don't know if that's true? So, that quantification matches our strength, that is, our level of fatigue."

"How's that again?

"At first I thought about all sorts of magic formulas that I couldn't recover from magic, but I knew it wouldn't work. So with a change of mind, I figured I just had to activate that magic of physical recovery in a way that takes it directly into my body. This bottle is tight, right?

Porch, cleverly holding the bottle I gave him, hits Punipni and meatballs to make sure.

"You sure you're tight?

"When it's free, the magic that's in the liquid becomes activated in a time-bound fashion. And if you take it into your body all at once, the magic starts to work in your body. The magic that only embraced wound healing from outside the body also works against fatigue from within the body. That's what I'm saying."

"Ha ~, I made something awesome again... So... from what I've seen, it seems to be mass-produced, because how long is the effect time?

"That's troublesome. I'm not tired all the time."

"What do you mean?

"I drink when I'm tired. Health recovery. Drink when tired. Physical recovery... well, that's the thing."

"Oh, I mean, the effect is only once, and you say you need that when you're tired again?

"You're right, Mr. Porch! You can make as many ingredients as you want, but when it's gone, it means it's back to normal."

"Well, still, it doesn't turn out to be amazing. I want to ask you one last time...... what are the ingredients?

"It's mainly fruit with squeezed pulp. I just blended it by choosing something that penetrates easily into my body. This Potivitan Dead liver is magic in the liquid."

"Is that... alchemy?

"............... Come on?

By the time I tilted my neck, it was getting noisy outside the door.

Apparently we even came to Tsar and Betty.

"'Lord Azley, the crop will not work as it is. Do something about this smoke now."'

"Hey Azley! I'm gonna laugh and see what kind of shit you do, but it's gonna hurt the kids. Do something about this soon!

"I'm saying... Master?

"Mmm, that's a pile of challenges."

"Why is this smoke coming out of fruit juice in the first place?

"No, this smoke is just creating an atmosphere"

After this (later), it got to my ear that Porch was spreading my bad words.

The contents...

"I'm already a fool, fool! Longtime fool!

Damn, isn't that what you always do?