Vermillion

Vasily-Solokov is a magician affiliated with the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce.

Saying 'magician' in one bite is a thousand different abilities, but Vasily is an operator who signed with a bird-shaped spirit called the 'Dead Bird (Prague)', whose nature is rather close to that of a magician.

A contract with a suicidal bird is a form of curse, which erodes the flesh and harms health, but instead allows the exercise of a wide range of techniques, such as the service of the user demon - the bird with black feathers in general - possession of the user demon and cursing by evil eyes. Especially since the curse is dangerous to me, Vasily rarely makes it a business tool because he buys grudges.

Even today, he spends a lot of time flying scripture ravens (homing crows), possessing demons to investigate terrain from the sky, and creating exorcism talismans, encouraging magic drills. It was in the evening that 'it' came to him like that.

"……… Ooh."

Workshop and laboratory on the second floor of the mall. By the time the sunset slipped through the window, there was something touching the curse boundaries. A strange feeling that just slips into a wall of magic that bounces and repels malicious interference.

Looking back, on the wall of the room, as if it were a shadow painting, depicting a lady cut out of black. A dress reminiscent of the daughter of a nobleman, a thorough stand-up reminiscent of the fact that she is somewhat beautiful just because of its contours.

"Hey, this is..."

I recognize this spirit.

A while ago, a young witch accompanied the merchant of the Chamber of Commerce - the "Irene" contract spirit, whose name was definitely "Dusk Maiden" Kerstin? Eileen must have defeated the horse thief on Brathia Street, then suddenly left the caravan and then disappeared.

But the fact that there was contact in this way...

The shadow spirits who have met elegantly write letters when they do so with their fingertips intact.

"Long time no see, Mr. Vasily. If you don't mind, why don't you join us for tea? '

"Invitation to a secret tea party" -. This was followed by the Accommodation Town, close to Dylannylen, and the name of a certain inn among them.

"A room with a handkerchief hanging from a window. If you don't mind, how about that?

Kerstin leans his neck.

"I'll be happy to ask. Will you tell him I'm on my way now?"

Kerstin nodded in Vasily's response, meeting again and disappearing flushly.

"……… Phew."

The magician's man laughs unexpectedly. I couldn't help but notice a sarcastic grin on that wrinkly face. The face of the Chamber of Commerce was that they were looking for Irene and Kay, but they had already broken through Dylan Nillen and returned to the Principality.

Without knowing it, the men of the Chamber of Commerce who would still be searching the borders of the northern earth were not to be ridiculed.

"" Secret Tea Party, "huh?"

I mean, I guess so.

Laughing quietly and taking a serious look, Vasily takes the little bell on the table beside her. A small boy flew into the clear sound of chillin 'chillin'.

"Are you calling, sir?"

"Oh. I'm going out a little bit for you, tell everyone so. Don't worry, I'll be home tomorrow morning."

"Okay, you're not coming"

It's not uncommon for Vasily to go out fluttering. She was used to using the small room, and she fell back on it.

"Well, and"

Vasily looks up at the sunset sky while weaving a robe for outings. It's still bright, so you'll be fine, it's quite far to the lodging, but his wings would make it fly away.

"I look forward to it."

Vasily, laughing at him, flips a buckwheat and a robe.

I twisted my body and turned into one raven, jumping out the window.

Blink the wings. Because of the curse, the biological flesh is blurred, but if it changes to the appearance of a raven, it is not so ill. And every time, it feels good to fly. Will one day I become a raven, etc., whining and laying down the path?

One raven in the sunset sky.

It's a common sight.

Without anyone noticing, ravens fly for fun -

†††

- A lodging town. Having spent the night in Nojuku, Kays was further south down the street the next day, taking an inn during the day to relax and rest his body.

As Kay and the others graze in one of the rooms of the inn, tongues, and the sound of knocking on the rain door.

"Oops, are you here?"

Irene, dressed in an easy-to-wear room, jumps out of bed and opens the rain door.

"Hey, lady."

Once again, a large raven shook its wings to a halt. Irene smiled without surprise at the raven who spoke the language of the snowfield (Ruski) in a blurred voice.

"Long time no see, Mr. Vasily."

"Long time no see, Eileen. I never thought you would keep your promise to discipline. Thanks for inviting me. '

So I get a glimpse of Kay standing up from his bed and locating him while he stops at the window pier.

Hello.

In an irresistible tone, Vasily greeted him with a single feather raised.

"Hello,"

Even though he gets a little slammed, Kay also returns a greeting. Vasily laughed couscous as she hid her beak with her feathers.

'No, I still don't speak the official language. The only others in "Hello" are "Thank you" and "Nice to meet you," and the trouble is, I can't use it on him to get to the last one. "

"Well, I'm sure it's tough to remember now... there's no choice."

'Right, a handful in Spiritual. By the way, can I come in?

"Yeah, go ahead, of course."

Eileen invites me in, and one raven flashes down to the floor. So I went back to being a person. Eileen to Kay, who leans back a bit.

"... hmm? What are you surprised about?"

'No, I didn't think he was coming. I was wondering if you've possessed the demon of use.'

'Yeah, I thought about that too, but there wasn't a good looking user demon nearby. It would be quicker for me to fly directly at this distance. "

"Tonight, then what?

'I'm going to take the inn over here. Let's talk slowly. "

Nichari, Vasily with a sticky smile that I can only describe as. By the way, he has no other intention. It's just that when you laugh out of the way, it just goes like that.

When Vasily waved sassy in the room, the surrounding noise disappeared. I can't hear a guest who should have been in the next room or the noise in the dining room downstairs at all. Both Kay and Irene were aware of the swings of magic emanating from Vasily like waves.

'Is this…………?

You guys didn't just call me for a chat, did you? It's the junction of silence, the application of the art of turning off the sound of wings. '

"What?

"Even the junction of silence. He applied the technique of turning off the sound of wings."

"Well, can you do that? That's amazing, I didn't know that."

Irene translates Vasily's description instantly. The words don't make sense, but Vasily laughs with pleasure because Kay is so honestly impressed.

"Wow, I didn't know you had this trick."

Eileen was also surprised. The magicians of "Dead Birds" were common in the game, but the main role and possession of the user demons were the magicians, and I had never heard of the art of silencing. Either it wasn't discovered by the players, or it wasn't implemented in the game, because the obsolete Kay and Eileen don't know.

'That's good. I was just a little worried you guys might know everything. "

Sitting in a small chair at the window, Vasily.

"But it's inconvenient that he (Kay) can't speak."

"Oh, that's it, but I was just thinking about it today."

Irene, who had taken a large chunk of crystal from the pouch she had thrown at her bedside, calls it [- Kerstin.] and sinks it into the shadow of the floor.

[Arto, Kerstin - Sensei.

The shadow at Irene's feet stretches and Kerstin appears on the wall.

'This will do. The art of automatic translation. "

"Automatic Translation? As for?

When Vasily tilts his neck, his own words are even written in Russian on the wall, so that he seeps right into the 'AUTO-Translation? What do you mean?' was rewritten into English.

"So we can have a conversation like a brush talk."

When Kay says that in English, the word now appears in the shadow picture in English and is immediately converted to Russian.

'Wow! This is hilarious!

Vasily hit her knee looking excited.

"Kerstin was able to try it because he apparently understood both the official language (English) and the language of the snowfield (Ruski)."

Eileen's words are also being converted immediately.

Kay, sitting in a bedside chair, somehow looks as good at what Eileen is talking about.

"It will take time for Eileen to interpret to talk to Lord Vasily. With this technique, I don't think it would be inconvenient."

'... No, I didn't imagine this either. You're a truly brilliant spirit. And I really wanted to talk to you, and I have to thank her. "

"Not at all, not to Eileen, not to Kerstin. … but if you know the normal language, you don't seem to need Spiritual language…"

When Kay blurts and squeals, Vasily blinks her eyes.

'Mm, you don't know. Spiritual language is a necessary word for' covenant '. Speaking to the Spirit in our human language does not leave the realm of every request, and it alone cannot move the Spirit. By defining strictly and precisely the content of the art in the Spirit language, for the first time the Spirit will be able to receive magic and catalysts as consideration'

"…… Really?"

'Oh. And like me, a few magicians can't communicate with the covenant spirits without spiritual language. Not all spirits necessarily solve people's words. … First of all, I think this is the foundation of magic taught by the teacher'

"We're a little bit of the best. The Spiritual Language is quite usable, but it was refreshing as to why we needed it. '

Irene while removing all the booze and knobs she had bought from her luggage.

"Would you like a cup of Mr. Vasily, too?

"Whoa, let's have it."

Vasily and the people of the snowfields, they are no different than liquor lovers. I received a cup from Eileen, thanking her, but dipped my finger in the wine that was subtly poured, and watched the ring put on her finger. - The blue jewels that have been fitted do not change color.

"Well, let's drink to that."

Eileen takes the pronunciation, everyone raises the cup, and keeps his mouth shut.

"Yeah, good wine"

As if nothing had happened, Vasily laughed when she tried to lick it and tasted the wine. Kay, who tips the cup silently, noticed his fine motion like that, but didn't say anything. We've never been cautious, because we're each other.

'...... Pfft. The wine here is delicious. I'm gonna put up with Mr. Vasily until he gets here,' cause it's been tough. '

Irene laughs as she swings her quickly emptied cup.

'I'm sorry about that one. Did you buy this wine here?

"Yes."

"…… I was selling it in the dining room downstairs. They say it's local wine."

'... well, I see. It has a refreshing taste and is good, this is a flavor that people like in the snowfields. Perhaps you can teach the people of the Chamber of Commerce'

Vasily rocks the contents of the cup. Kay and Irene glanced at the words.

'... Speaking of the Chamber of Commerce, how are all of Gabrilov doing now?

Vasily can't hide her bitter smile at Eileen's questioning disguised as calm.

"I'm looking around for you with my blood eyes. You wouldn't expect me to be back in the Principality already breaking through Dylan Nillen '

"Oh, it is."

"At least from what we heard a few days ago, we should still have been focusing on exploring the periphery of the northern earth. I heard you went into the Devil's Forest, was that a lie?

"Boulder, you're ears are fast."

"Naturally, because I am the ear."

'Haha, I did. It's true we went to the Devil's Forest. It just came out so fast.'

While Eileen and Vasily spoke, Kay had to focus on reading the translations that appeared on the wall. It's English so I can understand it, but it's not native, so it takes a lot of time to read it in the end. Not very much, but I can't afford to pinch my mouth on the way.

"It would help if you lay low about us."

'Well, I don't have the in-laws to bother to let you know. I don't care.'

"Thank you, really."

I heard that Kay had miraculously resurrected the dying seriously wounded rather than you. I thought it was frown on a boulder, actually, what do you think?

Vasily's going to talk to Kay now. It was a joke and a question, but there was a light in his eyes that was not alarmed.

Dead bird magicians are cursed.

I guess he's interested in 'miracles' too. Kay opens her mouth carefully.

"... one person, it's true that I helped someone I know. You divided my life. Because the price was terribly high, but still he made it better."

In a harsh tone, Kay replied. Kerstin distracted me and wrote it down in a heavy font, but I don't think it's a bit counterproductive. But at least Vasily would have been told that she was unwilling to go into more detail about it, and that 'it' needed a price. In fact, I consumed a limited number of potions, so there is no falsehood in the expression 'divided my life'.

"... Huh. Well, I can't imagine the price, but I know it's not cheap. '

Vasily grabbed the cup with a clear face.

'It's just not good that you did it in front of a bunch of caravans. We're all really desperate. I'm glad you're afraid of force, but I don't think you're going to use hard means.'

"… that was good. I was worth sticking out for the horse thief, too."

Vasily chuckles at Kay as she floats her shoulders.

"... I thought it was a joke when I heard that you dealt with more than fifty horse thieves single-handedly to make them work like gods. But then again after nightfall, I looked around the scene and was amazed at how many bodies were rolling. Besides, you said yourself, you got dozens of arrows, but when the fight was over, you were pimping without a scratch. He came to me with an unexpected strength, an exceptional horseback bow skill, and even a young, witchcrafted mind. Now it's natural for the outfield to think that" miracles "that save dying people from the abyss of death can also be handled with ease."

Even I want you to tell me who you are, Vasily said.

'Well, if you're in the Principality, the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce can't reach the boulders either. You won't be brought in any trouble. Perhaps you should be prepared for the rumors to come out. "

"……… Advice, it hurts."

Kay nods with a sinister face. At the same time, I had to wonder if the Chamber of Commerce had found me on my way home.

"Why is Mr. Vasily employed by the Gabrilov Chamber of Commerce?

And, Eileen abruptly throws the question.

All I can say is, "Well, it's a good money payment. He also wears an assistant, and it's easy to find magic books, catalysts, and, in my case, black-winged birds that are essential to the operation. I can't get into research all day, but there are too many advantages. I don't have a hand in not using this."

As Eileen reads, it's a mouthful that doesn't make you feel any thoughts about the Chamber.

"Research, what does Mr. Vasily usually do?

'Right...... I study the talisman of exorcism a lot. More efficient materials, more resistant to curses, etc.'

Both Kay and Irene nodded with admiration. Vasily didn't say anything until he was familiar with the boulder's research, but it's still interesting to get a glimpse of the 'real' magician's life.

"If I could have a good exorcism, would you sell it?

'Of course it's good. If requested, we can prioritize convenience. "

In response to Eileen's request, Vasily answered Eagle Deep.

"And Irene. I've been studying how your alarm system might not be applied to the magic of a dead bird. Once the basic theory is complete, all you have to do is look for birds with black feathers at night."

"……… a wary demon at night."

'... yes. However, in order to avoid fatigue, we are thinking of setting operations in two to four wings. Irene's spirit is really good, so I envy that. My technique really depends on the demon's performance. "

Really, Vasily with a face that looks sincerely envious. There are many convenient witchcraft of a suicide bird, but the disadvantages are too intense. Before the magician, who was obviously harmful to her health, Irene had the best of affectionate laughter.

'Yes, so, Mr. Vasily, I'd love to know. How much would that cost if my alarm was finished?

'Hmm? … Oh, I see, you want to know the market?

Vasily, who spotted Irene's intentions in one shot, rocks the cup with a grin.

'I don't know... that's so handy. It's high performance and innovative, so... at first you'll be able to sell it for a sawdust high price... but, um...'

Vasily, who roared in arms, began to ponder, but gradually the look became more rude.

"… fifty Duchy silver coins"

Eventually, I said, pompous, squeamish.

Kay and Irene look at each other. It was so small that it clapped out.