The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

― ― June 1, 120 years of the Holy Calendar at 11 a.m. ―

"- This shows that the elements of rebellious fire, water, soil and wind cannot exist within the same magical formula as each other. However, exceptions also exist to this. Do you know why?

"... perhaps it is just impossible to coexist within the magic formula, once outside of the closed magic formula, if we buy time to rebel and activate it faster by constructing a single large magic formula... it is possible,"

Really quick to swallow. In just half a month I have mastered most of the lower magic.

"Then let's prove it. Ho."

I started a cosmic diagram (Chizu) in front of Bright and showed him the magical formula of an intermediate-style magical crosswind.

"Do you know what formula this is?

"Intermediate in wind magic...... no, advanced system magic? It would be advanced system magic given the amount of information...... is it intermediate because only official information on the spindle is simple?

"Exactly. If you put magic into this, Intermediate Wind Magic, Crosswind will be activated. It quickly connects intermediate fire magic, firewalls."

When I told him that, Bright's face stretched in an instant.

That's a boulder. Have you noticed this danger?

"Connect more completed magic ceremonies to the finished magic ceremonies... One wrong step and you will erupt..."

I nodded quietly to Bright Boy, who said in a slightly trembling voice.

"Yes, that's why this magic requires considerable training. I'll teach you how to train later, so you should try it with the lowest magic."

"... Yes"

When Bright replied like he was taking a breath, I restarted the map of the universe to bring back the grin that had overflowed.

"- Okay."

"This? It's not a planar magical formula schematic, it's superimposed!? So to speak, the 3D of the magic formula..."

"Yes. And finally, if you connect the end of this magic ceremony to the end of the crosswind magic ceremony, and magic is put in place……… it will be a blast."

"What!?

"Hold on! The moment you connect, there is no outburst when it comes to being magical! When the magic is finished pouring into the magic formula, if you put rebellion-oriented magic into your hands… the outburst will be reflected and this magic will be complete!...... ho, flame tornado!

Released into the center of the Fulbride family's backyard, it dyed Bright's eyes into oranges as a vortex of a large human flame.

Gietta is holding her skirt down solemnly, yet showing surprise in her eyes.

The magic of dyeing cobblestones black and winding vortexes disappeared with the wind after more than a dozen seconds.

"............ Awesome"

"And well, this is my original. I'll let you know when the magic resides in Master Bright."

"Yes!

"It's time for lunch. Let's continue after that. In the afternoon, you'll be in an intermediate recovery magic class."

When I said that, Bright boy got a slightly more difficult look. Sounds like you really don't like healing magic. Not that I don't like it, but I guess you want to keep your distance.

But only those who place magic in their everyday lives know. That no matter what attack magic you learn, you must at least master the magic of recovery in the intermediate system.

Surely even modern magic universities would have recommended that.

That Ornell thing seems to have prioritized attack magic to remember, but as far as I'm concerned, it's not something I can recommend much.

Speaking of Ornell... the Adams family also exists in these days, right? So, do you live in this Bruneau?

Legalia should have existed even in the Holy Calendar... -

"BOOLER ETOKU!!

A tall, yellow voice informed me that the voice belonged to a child. At the same time, a Bright boy who was eating in front of me dropped the spoon he had with Karan.

By the time the red carpet was stained with white soup and soaked and blackened, the Bright boy was turning his face blue.

"Duh, what's up, Master Bright?

"To………………"

"Huh?"

"Run now! Dr. Paul!"

"... to?

Bright boy who rang the table with Gatan.

A sudden leopard looked at Alfred, who had refrained near the door, and he told me with his eyes.

- Follow the instructions.

I don't know what it is, but if it means retreating, you better hurry. I lifted the Bright Boy with one hand and left the dining room to head under the waiting pouch upstairs.

moment,

"Little Fire!

"Huh!? Ahhh!?

The little hot ball that attacked my deco disappears making a pussy noise.

Me poking my butt. The shock made Bright boy go away, but apparently he's safe.

But now the shock...... magic!?

I got up right away, me, but that's when the Bright boy was hiding behind my back.

No way, from the day like this...... enemy attack!?

Following the magical muscles of released magic, there stood a silhouette of a small body wrapped in backlight with its hands on its hips.

"Woman............ child?

When I captured the shadow in that silhouette that seemed to be a skirt and recognized the girl, when I zeroed in, the Bright Boy was already hiding like twisting my back cloak. Like a child twirls into a curtain......

One step and the Bright boy will fall. I thought so, and the shadow girl walked straight out this way as I was trying to figure out how to get them out. Keep your hands on your hips...... I don't know, don't walk like a lot of greats.

Enemy...... is it? I don't feel hostile or murderous, but I'm letting you know that the vibrations coming from the cape are shaking Bright Boy.

"Oh? Bright, isn't that you? Who are you?"

"... no name for those who have suddenly unleashed attack magic"

I used to unleash great magic on Tooth all of a sudden, but I forgot that. I just forgot.

"... answer if you don't want to die"

Quietly threatening with pointy, sharp words...... girl.

"Not a body dying of that degree of magic."

"You're a younger man with no less mouth. Alfred! Alfred's not here?

Alfred replied from behind me to the girl screaming for a name he knew.

"Here... Dear Ferris"

"Please fire him."

... Oh? I'm kind of slowly starting to see the story, aren't I?

Could this girl be so great? If you don't want to die... doesn't that mean maybe socially?

Suddenly, I have trouble losing my income stream. He was Alfred, who had a glimpse of me in such trouble, but he bowed his head to the girl he called Ferris without changing his face.

"Dear Ferris, I am so sorry. This person is in charge of Lord Bright's protection. I hope you'll forgive me for any disrespect."

The girl who showed up in front of me as she got out of the backlight sent me a tight look.

"... you?

A lightweight shawl on a piece with a pink tone. Round face but neat face with big eyes. Dumpling head with long, water-colored hair.

A wimpy old lady busty girl like the one painted on the picture...... I had that impression.

The years are better than Bright Boy...... maybe.

"Po, it's called Pore.... Uh, um, who are you?

Asking Alfred so, he told him without breaking his expression.

"The person there is Master Ferris Adams. He is the next head of the Adams family and is also a childhood trainer for Master Bright. Be careful of your attitude."

"Ha..."

"Flashy clothes for your youngest son."

"Excuse me."

I don't even know why you're apologizing, but you shouldn't waver here for now.

"So, Bright, where are you?

Miss Ferris, who looks over at me, still doesn't notice the twisted (threaded) boyfriend twisting around my leg.

Then in the backlight in the back, the silhouette appeared again. Now he looks very familiar.

Did you come down the window and come around this way?

"Master! I wanted to!?

The front door closed and the look of Porch, who could no longer see the backlight... was the same.

"Hey Shiro, your mouth is full of jam"

"There's nothing wrong with that -!

Ferris turned around and saw a pouch wiping with his tongue around his mouth.

Apparently, the beast who solves the word, and realizes who I am with its contents.

"... you said paua, right? You, maybe a magician?

"Yes, I work in magic instruction with Master Bright's personal security..."

When I told her that, she smiled invincibly and stared at me.

This is... only a bad feeling...

"Fine. I've been looking for a magic guide since my dad left for Tweed."

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To the troublesome looking light that dwells in Miss Ferris' blue eyes, I wanted to be with the Bright Boy and wrap myself around my cape.