Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

You can no longer retain the power to fly, or more arrows pierce the back of an old magician who comes down to earth loose.

"Huh!?

I didn't immediately understand what had happened.

Besides, arrows fly in three times.

The old sorcerer, who almost stabbed the old sorcerer in the head. Though Mr. Cain played it, the old sorcerer, who fell powerless on the ground, was clearly mortally wounded.

In the distance, I saw horseback riding running away. Could one horse only have put on surveillance in preparation for this kind of thing?

"How about a mouth seal...... hiccup"

I guess that's what the old magician thought.

Mr. Cain makes five knights chase those who immediately unleash an arrow.

I knelt beside an old magician, not knowing what to do.

"So, are you okay?

"Do I look okay?

To orthodox questions, I get returned with irony.

The old magician grinned.

"Is this... the end of my life? Said there was still something to be done..."

The crushed old magician looked up at me after closing his eyes for the first time.

"You said you wanted to be a magician, didn't you? Are you sure you can make it?"

"I can be. I know I can be a magician."

"Ho, why not?

"I know one possible future. In that future Evrard was attacked as soon as the prince arrived, and I was manipulating the earthlings as a magician."

That's what I told Mr. Cain and the old magician because there's only one on this occasion. Though I'm glad I told you, I thought you'd be fooled. I'm guessing you're drawing paranoia from the future. But the old magician was different.

"To the future view, earthly form...... hiccup. Well, maybe that's a good idea. I have dreams."

The old magician, who heard my answer, asked me with a much narrower eye after a moment of farsightedness.

"If you're going to try to fulfill my wish, you can make a magician's pact as a disciple."

Oh, really?

I'm surprised, but it doesn't seem like this old sorcerer who's dying is going to lie any more now.

"What kind of wish is that?

"... Try to trap my soul in one of the earthlings so that it breathes life into the earthlings. If you fail, you will die. But if it works, I can live an even longer time with my soul alone... and I don't want to die yet anyway. If you're gonna try, I'm gonna do what you asked. After one end of your life, if you become a soul, you won't work any commandments between your disciples. Hiccup."

Oh well, I was convinced.

When I caught him before, this old man was watching me as he fled. Maybe he was wondering if he could let me help him extend his life when he became a magician.

Even now, if there's a way to stay in this world at all, it's as good as holding a deal with me.

But this is a good opportunity, I thought.

I don't think there are any other magicians who might be able to become mentors in this stuffed situation. Besides, as the old magician said, if he was dying, he wouldn't be able to put odd limits on it.

"Fine. But don't expect success."

"Mr. Chiara......"

I try to stop the instant execution with Mr. Cain's troubled look on my face. But I shake my head to the side.

"The original purpose can be achieved. I can't miss this opportunity."

"Hiccup, a thoughtful young man is not a good idea. Give me the covenant stone... the red stone."

The old magician points to the pendant I had.

Again, this seemed to be the stone of the contract.

Princess Tsu said you shouldn't use anything other than this, because of the contract? Could it have anticipated my future?

Removing the stone from the pendant puts it in the hands of an old magician who has also exhausted the power to lift it off the ground. The old magician grabbed the stone for a long time.

If the old magician opened his hand after a chirping noise, he would have cracked a tenth of the shard and a missing stone.

"Usually, considering the burden on the disciple, the ratio of size is about 3: 7. This is the limit to a dying old man. Do whatever you have to do... if you let me swallow the stone, you can swallow it right away"

Nodding, I took a stone broken in two from the hands of an old magician.

You must be nervous, your fingertips tremble.

Still pushing pieces into the mouth of an old magician. Looks like he swallowed it. Then I, too, drink the rest of the stone thoughtfully.

The stone contained in his mouth falls into his stomach as if it had become liquid, without damaging his throat.

In doing so, something spreads from the esophagus to the lungs, to the heart, and further through the blood vessels from the gut to your whole body -.

".................. Huh!

From the inside, strange sensations and pain run like swallowed by a scorching sun.

One cell at a time, it feels like something's coming in to stab a needle.

I feel myself rolling down the ground screaming, but it's as far away as something else's happened.

The pain and fever that I don't know how long it will last stains my body twitching.

I find myself in a corner of my head with a sense of disgust, like falling apart from it like liquid.

I felt that maybe the people who became magicians there would fall apart in the sand because they didn't return. Is it not because I kept feeling this pain that I would ramble on death?

My body, too, is sometimes hard to get back on track.

Each time, as you have received a command from somewhere, the force coming at you is retained, during which time your body's power to return is restored.

Perhaps this is the follow-up by the master.

Eventually I feel sweat floating around like I'm experiencing heat from the inside...... I woke up hah.

"Mr. Chiara, Mr. Chiara!?

Soon, I was being held up by Mr. Cain.

Mr. Cain, who was calling on me with a bright blue complexion, opened his eyes firmly and looked at me blinking, giving me a relieved look. He seemed worried about me. I'm so sorry.

"Are you all right?

"... it's okay, I think he's alive..."

Having managed to answer, I look around at my body and move my fingertips to confirm.

It's okay. I haven't sanded anywhere. But there's a weird feeling, like when the anesthesia's about to expire, like it's not my thing.

Imagine your body has degenerated - and your spine is about to sift.

I think I could have been a magician. But is a magician the same as a human being? I'm not a person. Suppose you degenerate into something...

But I can't help thinking about it.

For now, my body can move, so I'll thank Mr. Cain and try to get up.

When it moves, it loses its discomfort, and my anxiety in my heart decreases. I exhaled relieved.

There was still an old magician next to me like that.

But my breathing is very small, and I think it's going to get taken away from me.

"... as I proclaimed, you seemed to be a magician? Hiccup."

I nod to an old magician laughing in a blurred voice.

"How do you use magic?

The next thing you need to do is make good on your promise to the old sorcerer.

"You said... you could make earthlings. Then... put your hands on the ground and imagine. It's in me and... gather the same power from the soil... mold."

The words of the old sorcerer are becoming torn apart. Those eyes are close, too.

... I guess I ran out of power in my earlier contract.

I remember and ask, trying to do as I was told, hands on the ground as I sat down.

"By the way, what's the name of the person who's going to be my mentor?

If I don't hear your name, I can't call you a soul. That's what I thought.

Then the old magician uttered a word with a faint voice.

"Horace."

After that, the old magician will no longer blink. Slightly, it began to collapse like sand, little by little, from the edge.

... After all, the sorcerer seems to turn into sand when he dies.

"Mr. Chiara, the sorcerer..."

"Yeah, hurry up"

I close my eyes and try to feel the same 'magic' power that I feel in me, as I was told, from the soil.

"But now that this is happening, don't you have to keep your promise?

Mr. Cain tells me if I can leave the old magician alone. I do have that option. But I didn't want to do it.

"I want to keep my promises as long as possible. Because you used the end of your life for me."

Now I can protect Reggie and the others. I want to thank you for that.

I concentrate my consciousness. For the first time, after exhaustion, no one leads me any further.

I managed to feel the same heat in me, throughout the soil, remembering the words I was told and making a trial and error.

I just molded this and thought... and I thought, "What shape is a groundman?"

If you think about it normally, it's a giant golem like you saw in the game.

Considering an old magician by the name of Horace, though, it's just too huge. But when I'm small, I can only think of something like LEGO.

Something like this would be nice enough to hold it with both hands.

If we could have a conversation, we could have a mouth or something, right?

It was with an alien-faced spouse that came to mind after considering that.... Speaking of which, Master Horace's face looks alien somewhere, doesn't it? Perhaps it fits.

No, no, that's pathetic, so I guess I'll make it something else, the moment I think about it, I'm out of focus.

"Whew..."

When I opened my eyes, there was a spouse up there.

It's a little spouse less than 30 centimeters tall, the size I can easily hold.

Besides, from an old Horace man who was about half sandy, he drifts some small red stone grains, and he enters the earth spouse during the afterlife.

At that moment, my eyes lit up like a spouse alien.

"Oh, this is my new body!

I could hear him clamping his face in the pot and talking. Of course, it's the same voice as the old man who almost sanded it all in front of me.

Uh... I had a success. Are you happy with this?

If you look to the side properly, Mr. Cain's cheeks are tight. It's weird, isn't it?

But Master Horace is delighted by the clever movement of his spouse's hands and feet.

And the first time I succeeded in magic, what I thought was that I might not have to show Master Horace the mirror......