Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

"When I say magician, I don't look very different from the normal..."

You must have noticed Mrs. Beatrice's such voice, Uncle Vayne Borderline looking up the stairs and responding.

"Were you even here to see it? It's not much fun. Besides, he doesn't seem to be an official magician, and there seems to be some kind of circumstance that could cause trouble around him, so I brought him here."

"Then wouldn't it be dangerous to put it in a castle?

My chest pain intensifies even as I listen to the conversation between the two of them.

There, Alan came in through a nearby door, apparently listening to me. You must have noticed I was there after you looked at the sorcerer uncommonly. He came closer and advised me to go up the stairs.

"Chiara, why are you beside dangerous people? Farther away. Not since something happened. Weird... what's up?

Alan seems to have noticed that he has an unanswerable anomaly.

In the meantime, too, Uncle Vayne Borderline tried to get the sorcerer to resume his journey.

"Sorcerers who are so far out of shape have to be left alone to be quiet. My predecessors have taught me that it's not the best to stimulate. So in the dungeon..."

At that time, the magician, who had finally stood supported, suddenly raised his face.

His gaze is somehow pointed straight at me. Why!?

"Ha, help... Ohh"

The magician scumbag man stepped in.

On a gray stone floor, something black dips...... blood?

The moment I guess so, I feel dizzy. Why are you spitting blood?

The soldiers supporting their sides also moaned like a little. And you still won't let him go, so wow. If I were you, if they spit blood on me, I might escape.

"Are you hurt?

"No... no. You guys hurry up. This man hurries and takes him underground."

As directed by Uncle Borderline, the soldiers tried to make the sorcerer walk. Until then, a magician who had obeyed him with great obedience begins to complain in a friendly voice.

Turn to me.

"Please, help me. Don't want to die like this...... ahhh!

The screaming sorcerer is about to lose his leg power and creep by it. I didn't fall because the soldiers supported me, but it took the form of sitting on the stone floor.

As such, the sorcerer kept groaning while his arm was held down.

I can't watch.

I thought I was scared, but I couldn't keep my eyes off the magician.

In the meantime, the soldiers take their hands off the magician's arms, as they did a little. The back of his hand hit the stone floor with an unlikely stiff sound of cancer. Then the sorcerer collapses into a lie. Even then, it sounded like it was going to hit a stone.

"Hih!"

Someone breathed.

I had severe chest pain and almost sat on the spot. But Alan can support my back.

"You, what's really going on? Are you sick?

Alan couldn't answer the question. He tried to take me somewhere.

Before that comes a decisive moment.

A sharp quadrangular cone stone grew so as to break through the magician's coat. The stones, as sharp as the sword that stood, increase one after the other.

A soldier beside him screams and runs away. Mrs. Beatrice also seems to be out of line with her hands on her mouth.

Reggie stares at the sorcerer with a sinister look on his face, and Alan was speechless, but his hand supporting my back is shaking slightly.

Eventually, the magician, without even leaking a groan - collapsed like sand.

or clothing that loses and squeezes its contents and sand of ashy colour that flows out of rough collars and cuffs.

I don't even know I was a person.

Meanwhile, I felt my breathlessness disappear. Firm force in your legs, too.

But my head seemed confused.

How did an anomaly even appear in my body? Why did the sorcerer see me?

Why did the sorcerer die the way he is now? All sorcerers...... will they become sand when they die?

How could a magician have suffered so much in the first place?

I was flattered, but fortunately that wasn't just about me. Until Uncle Vayne gave instructions to dissolve, it didn't seem obvious about me that everyone was in the same condition.

It is strange for me to stay here, too, so I tried to walk to Mrs. Beatrice.

"You, are you okay now?

That's what Alan asks me, the only one who had noticed my malaise.

"It's okay now. Thank you, Master Alan. I think I'm just surprised."

With the right excuse, I start going up the stairs with Alan. And I rendezvoused with Reggie, who still stood on the way.

"Chiara, you don't look so good, do you?

That's what Reggie pointed out to me, but I shook my head to the side.

"It's all right, Your Highness. I think it's because of the unexpected and surprising"

That excuse convinced Reggie, too. But he may have seen something earlier and thought about it.

"Princess Tsu too...... I wonder if it will be sand that way at the end"

Reggie turns her gaze downstairs. A soldier instructed by Uncle Vayne Border is sweeping the sand and packing it in a hemp bag brought to him by someone along with his clothes.

Will all sorcerers achieve such a end?

But there was no such portrayal in the game.

I can't say that's why it doesn't happen. Even now, I've realized how much the game eliminates portrayals and backgrounds to enjoy the fight.

Because after Chiara Credias is stabbed by a sword, it doesn't matter in the progress of the game, whether it becomes sand or not.

At the end of my thoughts, I imagine myself becoming sand for a moment.

... just a little disgusting. My spine is broken.

Is it because of that, I get anxious about whether I'm really okay with being a magician as I am?

Uncle Vayne walked up the stairs where he was stuck.

"Instead, Your Highness, were you even there Alan..."

"Excuse me. I've been a little interested in witchcraft since the other day. Even though I've seen a magician, I wanted to see him because I barely got involved."

Reggie says, the Vayne Borderline Uncle nods too.

"That's certainly not how I see you, Mage. But you know why it's so rare."

To the words of Uncle Vayne Borderline, I breathe only.

Does that mean that magicians all die that way?

"Especially those who have been forced to try to acquire magic, even if they can manipulate the technique slightly, because the power is quickly depleted, and it often seems to disappear like that"

... Apparently not all sorcerers die that way. I was just relieved.

But if you don't force it, is that okay?

"We hear that few people are themselves able to manipulate magic completely. But you don't know who you're fit for. So even if there are ten or twenty magicians and a disciple, there really is one or two that can be magicians. Besides, if you don't have the aptitude, you have to try to look at the fear of dying like that. And even if I could be a magician, I still hear that if I use my technique enough to exceed my powers, I could die the same way."

Reggie and Alan, stay silent.

Neither do I.

To a magician, I thought it would be easier. He said he could be a disciple to someone and improve his level, but he could be a trainee every single time.

But it wasn't.

"So to the mage who takes my side, I have to be respectful, I was taught by my father's predecessor, Uncle Borderline. Maximum vigilance for enemies. Because he who tries to cut himself down is terrified.

And those who could only be mages incompletely can only die without the use of surgery. I heard that if we were at least somewhere where we could calm our minds, we could postpone the collapse... it didn't work out. "

Uncle Vayne Borderline sighs.

I stood still against the fear that gushed from the bottom of my stomach.

You're sure I have more qualities than I could have used magic in the game. The condition that it is rare was found to be fulfilled.

But even if you could be a magician, depending on how you use it, you could die.

So even more so now... I got scared of becoming a magician.

Chiara in the game probably wasn't even afraid of her own death because of the circumstances. But right now, I'm not that much of a corner.

What I have now is a desire to save my friends.

But if I could save Reggie, everyone would know that I had become a magician. Afterwards, I'm sure everyone will throw themselves into the fight to get the kingdom back. They'll want me to help, too.

Can we keep fighting together even though we may cut our own lives to save our allies?

But I just pulled into this castle saying I don't like war, and if Reggie dies, you'll regret it.

But I'm afraid I'm going to die.

With confusion and fear, I was blushing my lips naturally.