The story of the son of the mercenary in the north enrolling in the magic school in the south

"Remember the trick when you put magic in?

Asked by Curime, Almark recalls the words of Ilumis in class.

"I remember. Think of it as an extension of your hand."

Almark pointed his hand at the book in front of him as he said so.

"The magic flows in and stops on the brink of magic."

"It fits."

Curime nodded and reached for the book in front of her.

Well, let's do it.

"Okay."

Almark and Curime sat side by side, reaching for each book and practicing their magic.

"It's much slower than when you normally activate magic."

Culime said in a calm voice.

"I think the page of the book is my skin, and I slowly soak up magic."

With that, I put my eyes on Almark's hand.

"Don't be halfway there.If it were my hand, there wouldn't be any magic in the corner. "

Curime spins words at a unique pace.

"To every corner of the book, I thought it was a part of my body.That's how you put your magic into it. "

"Yeah."

Almark nodded.

Curime is good.

Huh?

Curime looks at Almark.

"What happened?

"That calm voice."

Almark kept an eye on the book and smiled.

"Your voice is slowly penetrating into me.It's like polite magic. "

The page of the book in front of Curime was screaming.

Curime?

Almark rounds his eyes.

"What's the matter? You just said yourself that magic should flow slowly."

"Yeah."

Culime nodded with a red face.

"I'm sorry, I just failed."

Say that and put the little burnt book in the corner again.

Be careful.

Almark put his hand directly on the book and closed his eyes.

"If I keep my eyes open, I can't help but notice the text in the book.It's easier for me to close my eyes. "

"Yeah, I think some of them do."

Curime answers.

"As I read the letters naturally, I pour my magic into the world."

"It's a masterpiece."

As he slammed his mouth with his eyes closed, Almark crawled his fingers onto the rough paper and felt the touch.

Slowly pour magic into it.

Slowly, I learned in my tutorial with Selaha that slowness does not simply mean slowness.

While respecting the texture of the paper, carefully weave magic into it.

Until this book grasps the feeling of being an extension of your hand.

Slowly and carefully until you feel it.

It took me a long time.

I was finally able to feel the magic running through every corner of the book.

This is the first stage yet.

There, this time, I will consolidate the image of flying legs.

Imagine the person you want to call first.

Yeah, let's make it Morgan.

Almark imagined Morgan running lightly with a smile as his magic circled through his fat feet.

The image of Morgan supporting his magic on his shoulders when he stepped out of his feet.

Stop it just before it triggers.

"Stay focused."

I heard a calm voice from Curime.

Confirm the activation conditions.

Almark gently opened his eyes.

I felt that Curime's voice was much closer than I thought, but it turns out that Curime had already put magic into his book and was peeking into Almark as he stepped out.

"When you open this page, you'll see magic."

Curime spoke calmly and saw Almark's face with serious eyes.

"Let go, have an image."

"Yeah."

As Almark nodded, Curime reached out and closed Almark's book.

"Imagine."

Curime's voice permeates Almark's heart.

"What happens when you open this book?"

At that time...

Almark answered.

Morgan smiles and runs lightly.

"Morgan?

Culime rounded her eyes for a moment and then burst out.

"I'm sorry."

That's how I hold my mouth, but my shoulders tremble.

"I'm sorry, Morgan. Gently."

Curime said intermittently.

"I imagined it clearly."

"It's cool, Morgan, running lightly."

Ugh, there's a strange noise around Culime's throat.

"I'm sorry, forgive me already."

Curime said.

Tears are pouring into his eyes.

"I don't want to talk about Morgan anymore."

"In you, Morgan's running around the area lightly."

Almark nodded.

I'll give you that image.

Almark pressed his mouth against his buttocks and closed his eyes again to consolidate the image.

All right.

Finally, squeeze it tightly and twist the magic.

"Yeah."

Almark took a breath.

"Done."

Say that and look at Curime satisfactorily.

"It took time, but I've never done it so smoothly.Thanks to Curime. "

"I don't know yet."

Culime, who had finally finished fighting Morgan's phantom, looked at Almark with a flushed face and smiled.

"We have to actually try."

Oh, I see.

Almark nods and grabs the book.

Curime also took his book.

When they stand up to each other, they smile and exchange books.

"I'm coming."

"Yeah."

Seeing Curime nodding, Almark gently opened the book.

Light spilled from the book and was sucked into Almark's feet.

Oops.

Almark watched.

I know that my feet have become lighter, but I don't have to walk.

What do you think?

Asked by Culime, Almark nodded.

"Yeah, it's working."

Of course, compared to Wendy's jumping foot trick at the night of herbal hunting, where she had magic poured directly into her feet, the effect was the difference in cloud mud, but her feet were wrapped in a fluffy floating feeling, making her feel like running away.

That's right.

"Good."

Curime smiled and put his hand on a book containing Almark's magic.

Well, I'll open it, too.

Almark's hair jumped out of one of the books.

Yes.

When Curime opened the page with a shout, light overflowed the book.

"Wow."

Curime rounds his eyes.

Light is much stronger than Curime's book just now.

"Are you okay, Culime?"

When Almark hurried, Curime closed the book.

"You've put a lot of magic into it, Almark."

Curime said.

"How many people is this?

"Oh, come on."

In the image of herbal hunting at night, it seems that four or five people have put magic into it.

"My feet are lighter."

Curime said so and skipped lightly on the spot.

The skip wasn't too sharp, and Almark worried about his magic, but looking at Curime's expression, he noticed that it seemed like a much better substitute than Curime's usual skip.

"That's good."

"But I don't think I'm going to lose my magic for a while, so let me use it to get to and from school for a while."

"Sorry."

When Almark dropped his shoulders, Curime shook his head with a smile.

"It's not a mistake.I was pulled by the previous image, but I think the amount of magic it takes me alone is within the proper range. "

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Peeking into Almark's relieved face, Curime smiles.

What do you think?

"What do you mean?

When Almark answered back, Curime said with a smile.

"When you talk to things, you forget the troubles."

Ah.

Almark nods as he remembers.

"It's true, I've been focusing on this all along."

"When I hear things, I can't hear other extra voices."

"Sure."

Almark smiled at Culime.

"All I could hear was your calm voice.It was so comfortable that I was able to concentrate. "

"Almark"

Curime looks at Almark with a red face.

"That's what you do."

Hmm?

Seeing Almark's expression, Curime smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Yeah, I knew it was nothing."

That's how you intentionally push the book violently against Almark.

"That's funny, Almark."