Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Where the rear soldiers could be seen, I was seated to hide in the shade of a tree.

He insisted that the magician shouldn't look ill because if he had been graciously nursed by the tent, he would upset everyone that 'the magician had been badly injured' and had him put in a discreet place.

If I told him that I pushed the enemy back because of it, but it would no longer make sense, both Mr. Emmeline and Mr. Cyrus were convinced.

Mr. Cain and Mr. Cyrus have arranged to keep us surrounded and away from each other so that we don't see how things are going for once.

If the soldier was anxious, I asked him to say, "The sorcerer is in meditation for his next sorcery" but... would that have been okay?

No, it's more about the cause of this now than it is.

"The Viscount of Credias... is in the army of Ruein,"

"That's what I stare at. It's a pressure manipulated by the master.... I felt a little different because I'm in this doll, but I'm pretty sure first"

It was me who had never experienced anything like coercion in my mentor before in a relationship where my mentor died soon... but I guess that's what it is.

"If I didn't, it wouldn't be like that."

That mysterious weakness certainly stopped acting like a lie because I stayed off the front line and away from the cause as well.

But everyone almost overreacted because they were bleeding sloppily from my little fingers on both hands if they noticed.

The cause is according to the master.

"Because I can't, silly mon," he says.

Thanks for saying that the magic in the body is being vandalized by the master, but because of the impossibility of using the technique, it seems that the body is about to become sand, although not just at the tip of the pinky finger.

"Ouch..."

First aid blocked the wound, so it will heal soon.

I think it's about time the blood stopped, but I'm a little scared to see for myself.

I don't like to see sharpened fingers, even in millimeters, on my own.

Pain relief is going to take a little longer before it works.

It was Mr. Emeline who gave me the allowance, but she's just pale, too. At the same time that I think you've done something wrong, I guess that means that Mr. Emeline is used to dead bodies on the battlefield, etc.

Speaking of which, Mr. Ernest also said that the soldier's operation was dominated by Mr. Emeline.

I was just crying. I'm ashamed of myself.

"Um, I'm sorry, Mr. Emeline. Show me something disgusting..."

Apologizing, Mr. Emeline shook his head sideways with a sober look.

"It's not something an injured person cares about. I don't have to apologize... I understand it's a bit of a special injury, but it's specific to the sorcerer. If you don't tell me, it's too smooth to scrape. You just don't know."

Surely if you weren't a magician, you wouldn't be injured like this weird.

When Mr. Emeline walked away with a cloth or something that wiped his blood, the master told him to rest for now.

I have a fever because I was forced to move my magic, so I decided to follow it heavily.

Mr. Cain asks.

"Does the fever look pretty high?

"I think it feels like a light cold"

I mean, I don't really know myself. I can't tell by the subtle difference when the heat isn't too high, and I feel low touching my forehead when it's hot to my own hands.

My head is just blurry.

"Excuse me."

Mr. Cain reached out to himself and touched my forehead.

It's a little creepy, and I close my eyes unexpectedly for comfort.

I thought Mr. Cain's response had changed. When I just marched out, I was so overprotective.

If it had stayed that way, they would have gone straight back to the fort.

Now you're trying to make me fight as hard as you can.

Do as you wish.

"It's not light. It's about a cold. Let's ask Miss Emeline for something else."

That's what I said, Mr. Cain, took off his cape and hung it on me and went.

I thought we didn't have to go this far... but it's definitely warm. This is going to be a shame to let go, even if Mr. Cain returns.

Even so, the fever seems higher than I thought.

"I wonder if this will heal by tomorrow..."

"Because ordinary people don't bother to resist the power of their masters. Ikhichi, you just need to keep a record of how long you've been cured for the rest of the world."

"But me, I'm not the guy you signed up with. Is that helpful?

With that in mind, I'll touch my forehead somehow myself. I don't know the extent of the fever after all, but the fingers I moved hurt.

I wonder if I can cure the sharpening.

What I imagined was when I touched Reggie's injury.

When I tried to gather the sand magic of the covenant into the table, my skin was exuberant and my wounds blocked for that matter. I wondered if I could do the same thing.

Close your eyes and try to feel the magic of your own hands.

I can see the magic circulating slowly. However, the flow suddenly changes direction where it seems to be at your fingertips. Maybe it's because you're injured.

I gather a little magic there, remembering what I did to Reggie to try. That's how I thought it would harden and harden.

Twitching, I feel like a millimeter or so of scraped back... stopping in the middle of the pain.

I'm going to have tears in my eyes with twitching and burning pain.

"Ugh..."

I wonder if the pain relief will work quickly. I won't be able to try this.

Then you must have felt that you were moving your magic, my master followed my arm.

"What have you tried?

"Um, I thought I'd give it a try if I couldn't block the wound"

Then the master says something unexpected.

"My hypothesis is that it's possible. Woochhich."

"Uh, possible?

"Whatever attribute magic we have, we end up in the sand. Sand is your specialty."

"Ah... sure"

"Then I wondered if the flesh before it became sand."

"I wonder. Is that really sand?"

Even the roasted bones are creased and even more so, but that's calcium, right?

Oh, but wasn't limestone and rock mixed with calcium? Then can I include it in stone or dirt?

It would be nice if the original was dirt, and there's nothing I can do about it if the original is not a human body or something like that...

Yeah, yeah. If I was roaring, my master would have stopped bleeding for now, so he told me to sneak in and see how it went.

"Why are you sneaking around?

"Sorcerers don't expose matters they're studying. Because it's better to have hidden balls to poke your enemies off guard later when they're in crisis."

This is where they told me to keep my trade secrets.

I see. I'll do as I say.

Try to grab Mr. Cain's cloak and turn to the tree he was holding back.

Gently take the bandage on your left pinky and the cloth that covered the wound.

The blood was stuck. The fingers... yeah? It looked a little flatter up there, but it's back to normal...?

But after the injury, it feels like the meat has been boosted. But over time, will this also be less scratchy than it would be uncomfortable?

"Success, huh?

"If that sounds like it, isn't it good?

I nod to my master.

This could be included in the success.

Bring the bandage back to normal again, slightly.

By the time I had finished that task and sat back in the tree again like the original, another concern had also sprung up in my mind.

A little scratch went back to normal with this, but it was too painful during work. I feel so tired of that.

When I was Reggie, I was desperate, and I used my own blood, and maybe I could handle a slightly larger wound, but you fell and fell asleep.

... I don't know if it's my opponent, someone else, or a lot of power I can use.

Or Reggie, I don't think you passed out in this pain.

Mm-hmm, and I'm going to roar, and I'm going to leave this to practice.

If I can't do enough surgery to use it, I'll use it as a sneak fix when I'm shredded.

But the fever hasn't dropped yet.

That and this is probably because of how Viscount Crediaz is coming out on the battlefield.

Surely it would have been difficult for Chiara in the game to defy it, too, to be in this state.

I guess I won't be able to move forward if I don't knock them down one day.

In fact, this is how it's supposed to be relative on the battlefield. I didn't even leave that shadow on the screen in the game.

"How could it not have been a game..."

Reminds me of a few thoughts, unanswered questions.

Possibilities include:

I. Chiara kept fighting for another reason, and the Viscount was already dead.

Two, I was nearby somewhere, but it didn't come out because of the slightly soggy ending that I died from some kind of detachment.

Three, I was close, but I almost lost, so I saw Chiara die just myself and ran away.

I was thinking about these three.

Honestly, if it was one, would Chiara have even had a heart attack on the queen? I was wondering if this might be the best reason these days. The question remains as to why the Viscount himself did not fight.

"I wonder why the Viscount doesn't use witchcraft"

If you spill it puffy, your master will worry about "hmm".

"Being a magician can also mean weak powers. Sorcerer, if you can do as much as scratch, you'll definitely be on the front line... but I can't imagine. Maybe it's because you can use a different technique than a normal magician."

If my master doesn't know, I'm in good hands.

I just know that the other side will eventually know that I'm going to be in this state.

After Viscount Credias remembers that, you would have noticed without my attack.

In that case, in future battles, the Luein side will also be accompanied by Viscount Credias, and this one won't be able to use me as a force of war.

So we must defeat Viscount Credias.

I don't think the fate of a person is determined from the beginning.

Otherwise, I wonder if choosing one of the options will ever change your fate.

But I think there may be a few things that need to be overcome.

I guess one of those things is that person to me.

"Whatever fate involved, it would have been nice to have someone else..."

I sighed as I thought I never wanted to get involved with Viscount Credias again if I could.