Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

Central Library at Royal Rhindle University.

One of the countless tables arranged with the zulari is the figure of a pale silver-haired young man who exhales with his cheek cane.

Since he sat down in this seat, there have been many students sitting in the surrounding seats and walking away.

However, the blank paper he faces doesn't even mention just one letter yet.

And that fact was making the youth's mind more and more heavy.

"Hi, Senior Ferm. Is the report going well?

It's obviously weighing the library's air against its back, and suddenly a boyish voice can be hung from behind.

Hearing that familiar voice, Fermu looked back, and saw there a smile, as bright as the sun, the opposite of him now.

"Oh, Princess Luna. Good morning."

"So I'm telling you not to treat me royally in school. I'm starting to feel like it's useless to tell a senior."

Turning to Fermu, who has reacted reflexively the same as usual, and was no longer feeling like giving up, Luna inflates both cheeks in an attempt to convey her will to protest.

"Oh, I'm sorry...... uh, you know, about the report, sort of there"

I think I have, and Fermu rushes to move the spearhead of the story to the task at hand.

Then Luna gave him a smile like, "Oh man," to suit the story of a senior who, unlike his talent, was only a little clumsy about dealing with people.

"Phew, right? So, what kind of report is the senior trying to write?

"My report, as we talked about during this time, is additive magic. Among other things, it's about research that diverts demonic stones."

Ferm mouths his own reporting assignment, grinning bitterly at the junior who matched the story.

"Give me the demon stone? Does that mean using the power of the Demon Stone instead of the magic power that you have?

"Yeah, you're right. For example, the extra magic called" Asier ", which Dr. Lerim deals with, is famous in our university."

"Oh, magic that uses magic to freely change the length of that sword,"

Originally from the time of the court magician, Luna hits the hammer, recalling the magic of Relim, which she had occasionally seen in mock warfare and so on.

"That's actually magic that can be diverted besides the sword, but that and this is only because of Dr. Lerim's immense magic. So the only way for normal people to reproduce it is to bring magic from the outside. On top of that, if you supply magic from demonic stones, you can fix the shape of magically altered objects at all times, which is the gist of my research."

"Heh, that's funny. Do you bring only magic from somewhere else... with that being said, some people pour magic from the outside into people's magic. It's like a relative."

When Luna said so with a nickely grin, Fermu gave a somewhat surprising look.

"Magic in people's magic? Ha, I don't know where they asked, but it's deceiving."

"Oh, really?

With a strange look on her face, Luna lets her neck tilt.

Having seen such a trick of hers, Fermu uttered his current theory only that he had no choice.

"Yeah. Interfering with people's magic does state that the Great Mage Filament is theoretically possible, but nothing has actually materialized. Because it is beginning to be studied that it can be added to magic because it is a demonic stone that does not possess the color of the individual."

"Impossible...... right. Yeah, I couldn't help but understand the senior's explanation. But how does that explain, for example, the massive collective magic that the Empire is rumored to be dealing with?

Without daring to speak of a familiar example, she took as an example one of the most famous giant magic events developed in recent years.

Then Ferm nods one thing, and presents his own view.

"Right. As far as I've heard in rumors, I think that magic is close to the previous example because it creates one magic in a group. But that was designed to make one magic for everyone from the beginning, so it's not interference."

"I see. But then, what seniors are trying to do is, in a way, develop new magic."

"Yeah, you're right. So unfortunately, as you can see,"

When Ferm says so in a self-derisive manner, he shows Luna the paper that remains blank.

With that completely spotless piece of paper in her eyes, she smiled casually bitterly.

"Oh. But what is it? As it is, my senior is still a year old... Oh, yeah. Why don't you go back to Dr. Relim in your area of expertise?"

"That's... actually I've already been there today"

Fermu, who had already preceded Luna in what she had said, has a more sinister look.

From that look on his face, Luna asked somewhat reluctantly, understanding that the results were not fragrant.

"Uh, did something go wrong?

"'You should ask him directly, rather than come to me. You don't know anything,' he said. 'Keep paying the front door.'

"Really... so to speak, it was certainly four years ago that Dr. Lerim began to deal primarily with additive magic. Hmm, I see."

With a slightly far-sighted gaze, Luna speaks so as if convinced, recalling when she was once diagnosed with reinstatement to the magician of the court, when she was lightly solidified.

Meanwhile, uncomfortable with how Luna was feeling, whose heart was not here, Fermu spoke to her with a slight hanging of his neck, slightly understated.

"Dear Luna...?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Talk about this one. Anyway, if that's what Dr. Lerim says, I figured I'd just go straight to Dr. Ain."

"But Dr. Ain only stays here once a week..."

In response to Luna's suggestion, Fermu speaks of Dr. Haunted, who only shows up once a week.

"I know that. But if that's the case, you just have to go see him in person. Isn't that a simple story?"

"What, to see you......? But I don't know where he is."

"Heh heh, I know."

When Luna tells him so with a naughty grin, Ferm utters a surprise.

"What! Why is Master Luna here?"

"That's... uh, maybe because I know someone a little old"

"What's an old acquaintance with Master Luna... who the hell is that guy? Dr. Lerim also had a tendency to say something."

This is how it is possible to meet and converse because we are in college, but there is so much difference in identity between Ferm and Luna that it is inherently difficult to even talk to them.

Ferm couldn't help but question the fact that such a noble princess of the Rhindle and that lazy researcher had known each other for a long time, black-and-white his eyes.

"Hehe, that question is dismissed. But I'll tell you where that guy is. That man leaves this city to the south, the woods stretching west of it. In one of those mansions, I always do research alone."

"Forest to the south...... that's no way!

Though the earlier inquiry was made clear, Fermu accidentally opens his mouth slightly as Luna uttered more surprising remarks than that.

Towards him like that, Luna let go of a completely unexpected suggestion toward him when she let him close one eye and wink.

"Yeah. Commonly known as the Lost Forest. He should still be in the safe house used by those who once called him Resistance, which exists in it. Well, if the seniors are going to be on their way, it's a good opportunity, and I'm going to accompany them."

A vast forest southwest of Rhindle called the Lost Forest.

In one of those paintings, the hall exists, as secluded from its surroundings, but of considerable size.

Yes, that building was the building on which the people called the Resistance were based in order to fight the ministers who once tried to take over this country, known as the Murasene.

After the coup by the Resistance, all the princely people who were based here moved to the King's Capital, and at some point this Hall was about to be forgotten about its very existence.

But the other day a brunette who would not have visited this country would have moved to this mansion at some point, and now an unintelligible mass of books and goods is taking control of the space instead of its former inhabitants.

The lord of this museum today, as he sat on his rocking chair, was perplexing in the form of oblique readings of hanging books of oblivious black leather covers with sleeping eyes.

"Hmm... maybe a little hard, but I guess it's up to this guy to give it to him. He'll get enough new ideas from here, and he won't be able to make it to the other side."

Not to tell anyone, but the brunette man, who reaffirms the contents of the book in front of him, growls so much at the same time. And because of his stiff shoulders, or when he turned his neck about twice, he stood up to brew a coffee of drowsiness.

Then, precisely at that time, the door to this mansion, which no one is normally supposed to visit, is knocked.

"Hmm, someone...... oh well, it's just that day"

Ein remembers the calendar and squeaks so blurry.

He then slowly opens the door as he heads to the entrance with a cursory foothold.

Then his eyes reflected the appearance of one boneless man.

"Hey, it's been a while, Clary."