Vermillion

It's been about a month since I reunited with the Iris.

As always, Kay and Irene enjoyed a peaceful day, but there was also a slight change.

It's a - residential environment. Kay and the others left the house and moved to the whole house.

Yes, the patron Cornwell Chamber of Commerce finally got us a place to stay for the Kays.

"No - I had a hard time finding it………."

At the headquarters of the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce, it is Holland who speaks with a tired face. Retiring from the merchant and settling down on Satina, he is in charge of a compromise with the Kays as a merchant at the Corwell Chamber of Commerce. Even as the Kays, it's easier to hang out with Holland who knows his mind than strangers.

By the way, Edda, Holland's adopted daughter, said she started attending private school. I've already remembered reading and writing calculations and so on, but you're also looking to be a senior servant like a samurai in the future with education and courtesy?

"I don't think he's even given up on the bard."

Holland was smiling bitterly when he said that. I can't seem to abandon my admiration for the bard because I was learning songs from Joaquin.

In addition, Holland's mother, Heidemarie, has remained the same, and even though she has been freed from a tough business life, walking around the neighborhood is her hobby. Don't say roaming old man, etc.

And Dougmar, the escort who was always with him at the merchant, said he was still continuing his caravan escort. Some hands become caution sticks (snoring) for the Chamber of Commerce at his age, but he said, "It's too early to harden yourself."

"I think he said the same thing until he died… well, that's the story of the house."

Holland squeezes his expression and retrieves the paperwork.

Living in a shaved house on the spot has also been a long time since I realized it.

Because of the difficulty in finding a property. The Cornwell Chamber of Commerce was searching for the property with all its strength as it welcomed Eileen as a magician dedicated to the Chamber of Commerce, but it still took weeks.

In the first place, there are no convenient empty houses inside the city walls.

Cities surrounded by huge stone walls - the benefits of living in them are immeasurable. Without worrying about being attacked by beasts and demons, sewers are in place and there are few disputes between people, except for sudden crimes. Of course, there are disadvantages such as high taxes, but many residents try to stay in the city and the population also grows as children are born.

As a result, the general city has always been overcrowded. Even if there is an empty house due to some circumstance, it will soon be filled.

Moreover, the difficulty of finding a home was further exacerbated by the fact that the Kays had made a condition in advance that "imitations like forcing residents out are NG".

Regardless of whether you want to secure a room for a group home (apartment) or a Borough house, you don't have to be forced out of the property to accommodate a dedicated magician from the Chamber of Commerce (a bad imitation would reveal you via a neighbor), and Cornwell Chamber of Commerce officials were looking around with blood while Kay and the others were just enjoying their accommodation.

And I finally found a two-story house with a workshop in the corner of the craftsmanship.

He said it was originally a potter's workshop and home, but because of his old age, he decided to retire and move to a small town outside the wall.

- Incidentally, the potter was diagnosed by the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce with selling real estate at an extrajudicial price and left with a hock-face. Never forced. Holland doesn't bother to talk, and Kay and the others have no reason to know...

"It's a nice house."

"Well found."

Two people who are guided home and admire "ho ho" and fluency (relaxation). "Absolutely......" Holland with a distant eye behind it.

Whatever it is, a whole house. The Kays were generally satisfied with only the properties secured in the face of the Chamber of Commerce.

First of all, it used to be a combined workshop, with a user-friendly work space. The ground floor is a spacious construction separated by a large room, with terracotta-style tiles laid on the floor, which, if left clean, looks comfortable walking around barefoot.

There are several private rooms upstairs. In the meantime, we decided to divide the biggest room into bedrooms, studios, storerooms and guest bedrooms. Furniture, such as tables and chairs, has been left behind by the previous residents, but we plan to purchase new beds, cabinets, etc. The Cornwell Chamber of Commerce will procure the other necessary furniture in turn.

The toilet is a suction ceremony and, once every few weeks, it is a mechanism whereby public interest slaves retrieve manure from an outdoor septic tank and turn around. Unfortunately, it doesn't have a bath, but instead, we talked about being able to rent it at a luxury inn under the umbrella of the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce.

Similarly, Sasquatch and Suzuka were to be kept in the horse cabin of the inn. That's just because I couldn't have a horse in the craftsmanship. He would have to walk his legs thriving and take him outside to avoid lack of exercise.

Otherwise, drinking water needs to be pumped into nearby wells. It's still better because of the prevalence of hand pumps in this world, but it should be heavy labor there. Laundry and laundry must also go out to public washing areas directly connected to sewage.

Therefore, for such chores, servants were also to be seconded. There is one woman in charge of cleaning and laundry, and one man in charge of other hard work in the water pump. As a result of discussions with Holland, they were to have cleaning and laundry done in the form of attending work from morning to evening, rather than living in it.

By the way.

After the servant's story came out, Kay and Irene, who were touring the house, were secretly putting out conditions to Holland in anticipation of each other's gaps.

"The servant man is a harmless man who seems to be dead."

"A servant woman is like a liver mother."

Needless to say, which line is which.

(It suits you perfectly...)

And there was no such thing as a bitter merchant?

"And then there's security."

After a tour all the way, the living room on the ground floor. Said Eileen as she tapped the 'window' of the house with Conn.

Windows - even so, there can't be anything fancy about windowsills on a former craftsman's residence. It's an open square hole, just a wooden rain door on the outside.

But this is troublesome.

This house serves as a magician's laboratory.

The secrets of witchcraft will accumulate and we will also manage the magic props and the jewels that are at the core of the magic props. Naturally, the corresponding anti-theft measures must also be applied.

"In the meantime, the definitive thing is to introduce an alarm (alarm)."

What are you hiding? Eileen's trying to sell security equipment in this city. It will be a good opportunity to appeal to the usefulness of the alarm (alarm) - although it is best not to have it activated.

"However, there may still be a guy who comes through forcefully, and he can't get it to work during the day. So I guess I also want a chest with a key. Big and heavy, the more sturdy the better."

"Okay, of course we'll arrange it. Where would you put it?

"Right...... what do you think, Kay?

Asked for his opinion, Kay also thinks.

"…… Is that the upstairs study?

"That's what I was thinking. If you want to study books or anything, it's that room."

"Hmm. That limits the weight of the chest."

point out as Holland strokes his beard. "Uh..." Kay and the others were also noticed.

"Well, if it's too heavy, the floor will fall out."

"That's what scares you. Really, if it's a heavy, sturdy, big chest, I have a great one for our Chamber of Commerce. But I think we can only put it on the ground floor or underground."

"I see………………."

As a result of the discussion, Chest settled to install it in an underground warehouse and, if necessary, to create a locked cabinet in the study as well.

"And I wish I could, so I want to fit glass in the window."

"but glass............!

Holland spits on Eileen's request.

"…… will be quite expensive"

"I guess. So, 'Hopefully' is fine. But if I had windows, I could do magic on the windows themselves. After breaking it, it makes it hard to break in because it makes a noise."

Having been troubled for a while, Holland concluded that he could not judge for himself, or he retained that he would "go back to the Chamber of Commerce and consult with the superiors".

- Later, however, he said, "We will look at the time of year and introduce windowsills...!" and contacted me. I can feel the unusual intentions of the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce. I guess that's all you expect from Eileen - and Kay in the future - 's magic equipment.

We just have to pay for it.

With such determination, Kays' new life began.

At first, Eileen made all sorcery. It is a prototype of projector and alarm.

The projector (projector) is highly regarded by Joaquin, who handed over the sample, and the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce is thriving on "how to make use of it." The cinema (cinema) where Eileen spoke about her concept before is also being considered positively.

The parts of the alarm unit were unfinished by the woodworker's montan. Several units have been delivered together and testing operations at the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce have begun. While checking the user-friendliness, if there are any improvements, we will wash them out and build up our track record.

By the way, during that time, Kay worked in magic training. Using the example Eileen Prop, she manipulates a little shadow, consumes magic power, and exerts a load.

This magic prop has not had a name for a long time, but was recently named the Black Cat. Kay insisted that "Eileen made it, so Eileen should name it," and Eileen wasted "Kay made it for Kay, so Kay named it," and as a result of the flirting between the two of us, Eileen settled on the form of a Russian translation of Kay's proposal.

Now I normally call it "cot". To combat camouflage and vermin (rats), I really think I can have a black cat - etc.

Now, this magic prop called "Black Cat" has one trait.

It can be said to Irene's covenant spirit Kerstin's magic in general, but instead of consuming less magic while the sun goes down, consuming magic increases dramatically when the sun rises.

This characteristic somehow appeared to be of a whimsical nature, leading to the nomenclature "Black Cat". Even humans with little magic power can safely train their magic powers by manipulating shadows at night, which is arguably the greatest strength of this magic tool.

But Kay, who had been able to afford it while working out, dared to use it during the day, for a very short time, and had also begun training to consume magic and overload it all at once.

This also works well.

Looks like a dumbbell that weighs heavily day and night, though. Build endurance with short high-load workouts during the day and low loads at night - at that rate.

Thanks to this past month, I have a feeling that my magic powers have been dramatically forged.

I was wondering if it was time to go through the creation of the magic props.

So much so that Kay thinks so.

†††

"And so let's make it"

"That's your first demonic prop creation!

"" Yeah!! "

The Kays were thriving that day.

If you feel bright, the room is bright.

Because all the windows in the house are finally glazed. When autumn was also getting a little chilly in the middle of the year, windows that kept the room bright while closing the windows were much appreciated. There will be more treasures in the winter.

By the way, all windowsills are planted with Eileen's security demon props. When the windows are broken, the shadow curse hands (* effects only) are stretched toward the cause, a mechanism that covers up the bad guys and deprives them of their sight.

"Dusk Maiden." Kerstin worked out in the North to work out. It is imperative that no matter how tame the burglar may be, he panic. High pressure can be expected.

On the other hand, if activated during the day…… for the convenience of a dramatic increase in consuming magic, it is flawed in the balls that the magic accumulated in the gems is depleted in an instant and hardly makes sense.

"- Well, this time it's the Demon Prop of" The Wind. "

The ground floor workplace, Kay arranges the ingredients on the desk.

1. Paste

2. Wood pieces

3. Emerald crude stones like bean grains

That's it. The rest is about a work pin set.

"You look shoddy again."

"Well, it's disposable..."

Kay with my head to Irene, who shrugs and squeaks. They call it "magic props," etc., but the key is the gem that encapsulates witchcraft. Extreme stories, just gems. However, that would make it less user-friendly, and unfortunate accidents might occur - I lost it, I forgot to exist and washed it while throwing it in my pocket - and I prepared pieces of wood to serve as a foundation.

Yes, it's only the jewels that matter.

The method of making magic props is simple. First, describe the behavior required of the magic prop in Spirit Language (Esperanto). Next, magic the gem while reciting the written declaration (script). Then, the split of the covenant spirit that remembers the Proclamation (script) dwells in the gem.

That's it.

It would be nice to have an image of programming in Spirit Language (Esperanto) into "AI Without Self", which is the Spirit Split.

The length of the pronouncement (script) that can be programmed and the power of the magic that activates is proportional to the size and quality of the gem. The bigger and better quality gems, the more complex they can operate and activate powerful sorcery.

What Kay is trying to make this time is a disposable magic prop that reacts to a specific word (password) and generates a gust of wind. Mostly, it is used to throw at the feet of enemies to disfigure them, or to activate them at hand to strip them of their fleshy enemies.

There are two reasons why it is disposable. To prevent enemies from picking it up and reusing it, and to improve its power.

Basically, you can't expect a lot of power where you've turned a crude gem into a demon prop. But at the moment when magic is activated, there is a backlash that if the gem itself, which seals the proclamation (script), is catalyzed and dedicated to the Spirit and converted into magic, the power is boosted.

"This ranked gem could be a permanent demon prop."

Kay shrugged as he rolled an emerald like a bean grain at his fingertips.

Kay's contract Spirit "Windy Maiden" Sieve is fuel-efficient. Very bad.

Because only Emerald accepts the catalyst, I had no choice but to procure Emerald this time. It's not expensive because it's a small, crude raw stone, but it's not even cheap. At least it's a price I don't want to make it disposable.

But since there is no progress in not putting it into practice, should it be considered a necessary expenditure?

Even if you make a magic prop that creates a 'gust of wind' with this degree of primary stone anyway, it's too inefficient and a better level of wind to breathe (?) I can just get a toy that I can't even handle.

But if you make it disposable, it should be on a practical level.

"Okay, let's do it."

Kay, wrapped around his arm and seated in a chair, takes out a piece of paper with a written declaration (script). For once, I have memorized the Proclamation (script), just in case.

"…… Eileen, how do I fit in magic?

"You make it to grasp that feeling, don't you?

"Is that so too?"

"Well, why don't you just feel like you can equalize the magic you need? This is all sensory talk, so... well, it's me, 'don't think, feel'."

"Okay...... let's try it"

Deep breaths.

(Because Sieve is greedy...... how about feeling stronger and feeling more magical)

Feel the magic swirling deep inside your body. Condition is perfect. Kay concentrated his consciousness on the original stone at hand and slowly began to make a declaration (script).

[Maiden Vento, Siv. Vi restos en 'i tiu juvelo kaj faros venton eksplodi kiam...]

They draw magic from the depths, pinch it up with their hands once, and pour it into the original stone with a pushing image.

It was a strange feeling.

As if responding to Kay's magic, the surrounding air swirls around and is sucked into the raw stones that lull. "Wind," as if "air," was being converted into magic and enclosed.

[... devas eviti vundi la uzanton mem. Ekzercu.]

Safe with everything, after the chant, Kay exhaled thinly and long.

"... was I wrong or something?

"I don't think so."

"……… Did you do it?

To Kay's question, Eileen laughed niggly.

Bang, and Eileen's hand slaps Kay on the back.

"Happy completion!

"…… Ah, good!

Kay, weakened at once, then rammed to his desk.

"I was tenfold nervous..."

"Ha ha, that's true. If you bite it, it's all papa."

Eileen is smiling bitterly. Yes, we can't start over with this programming job, with a single shot. Assuming that the declaration (script) is incorrect or interrupted, it can only produce defective rubbish. No matter how good the gem, it will only be used as a catalyst...

Kay shuddered that if he were to make complicated magic props with giant jewels, there would be no half the pressure on anyone who uttered a damn long proclamation (script).

"But this is still better than the game...... the declaration (script) needs to be shorter"

"That's for sure"

Yeah, I snort and agree, Eileen.

Within the game of [DEMONDAL], the Spirit's AI was intentionally set on the son of an asshole, so much so that he had to define the words in great detail and strictly, and describe the proclamation (script) with a huge branch of conditions in mind.

In this world, however, the spirits are self-absorbed and flexible in their ideas, so they can do whatever they want with a somewhat sloppy declaration (script). At least it's a demonic prop that generates a gust, and you don't have to go in from the definition of gust first.

"No, I was nervous…………"

Blurry, finished demonic props - Kay overlooking the small emerald's original stones. It's strange because when I try this, this shimmering raw stone will also look beautiful. Glittering in the sun as I plugged through the window.

"- Hmm?"

And Kay, who makes a strange face.

Something - like a strange reflection of light.

Kay, close to his face and carefully observing the original stone - immediately clasped his face.

The interior of the original stone gradually became white and cloudy.

This... is a very fine wound. It is gradually expanding internally. Moreover, he made a noise with the cataclysm, and the original stone itself shook up.

"Shit, I poured too much magic!

Emerald is a gem with a lot of content (inclusion). The crude stone used this time was not an example, and there were a lot of bubbles and fine scratches inside. It's disposable anyway, it's a relatively simple proclamation (script), and I was stepping on it that it would be okay.

"Sieve is greedy…… feel strong and magical."

This was probably the extra one.

Crude and too small a stone caused a saturation (overcapacity) of magic and began to collapse.

By the way, magic props can fail.

If a core gem is broken or heavily scratched, the Spirit's split enclosed inside will also be damaged.

So if you just lose functionality, that's fine.

But... time and in some cases...

"Runaway -"

From Eileen's face, who noticed the anomaly, her blood caught on sassy.

Even for Irene, it was an unknown realm. I have failed to make magic props before, but Kerstin is the Spirit of Shadows. Physical interference was scarce and there was no real harm in the rampage.

But - when it becomes the Spirit of the Wind.

Biki, make a sound.

In the original stone, a (...) lifelike (...) tortoise (...) fissure (...) walked (...) eh (...) (...).

The demonic power of the compressed wind is unleashed.

"Come on, it's going to explode!

Kay grabbed Irene and lay down on the floor.

The Next Moment,

blast (...)

Gwah, Dogoowong and the roar sounded, and Kay and the others were blown away.

Sudden changes in barometric pressure, air expansion. What happens when it happens indoors.

Simple.

The windows in the house were unbearably shattered.

Making a tall sound with Bakibashaaaan, the glass splashes in all directions.

In addition, the security demon props planted by Eileen are activated.

Bwassah! and a shadow hand pops out the window in the house.

And in the sun, Sung...... disappeared.

……………………

Kay and Eileen blink as they roll onto the floor trying to fold. "What's that?!? '' That sounded amazing! 'and the noise of neighboring residents is echoing in the distance.

A frying pan in the kitchen rolled off the cupboard like it is now, hitting the tiles and making a ragged and deafening noise.

It's like eternal silence.

"… hey Kay…… I am……………"

Eventually, Irene opened her mouth.

"... I have... bad dreams... are you having...?

With the light out of your eyes, let it groan.

"... hey... kay... yes... tell me..."

Irene, standing up, glanced at a piece of glass scattered across the floor.

They glitter in the sunlight.

"- Hmm."

Eileen peels off her white eyes and falls.

"Why is this happening? Wow!

Kay cries with a groan.

Well, to my apologies, the wind blew.