It’s funny that I’ve co to know about it now, but it seems that magical power was not sothing that could be confird with the naked eye.
“Did the demons feel the magic in ?”
“It literally ans ‘feeling’. Just like feeling warm or cold water on your skin. ‘Ah, mana is moving through that person’s body.’ It’s just a feeling. What kind of body is it to be able to see magical power just by passing through the gate?”
I can’t reveal that my body was reincarnated by Epagan-sama’s grace, so I really have nothing to say about this. Seneran, who muttered lantably but did not stop looking at as if he were doing a health checkup with various tools.
“For starters, what does this look like?”
“That’s because it doesn’t look very neat. Should I say it’s like the light is reflected in oil in water…” That doesn’t an it does
n’t look ssy, but it’s a very pretty and soft light, but I really don’t have a good way to describe it. If I say that it seems to have been applied with 3D graphics, you won’t understand.
However, Seneran didn’t care at all about such a vague explanation, put the tool into sothing like a machine made of an unknown tin can, and started fiddling with it, and I passed the ti by looking around the room without thinking.
Looking back, it is a very ssy and hectic room. It’s hard to say that it’s not organized, but after all, the room was in an ambiguous state that made wonder if it was nothing more than piling up. In addition to the things Seneran was touching, there were scattered objects whose purpose was difficult to guess at all.
It didn’t seem like there was any need to ask what it was all about. It was because she had already confird how much she was putting her life and death in researching magical powers during her travels. It’ll all have sothing to do with it.
“…Really.”
After wrestling with the machine for a long ti, Seneran took out the tools he had put in and brought three or four similar items from other drawers and arranged them in front of .
“This is the magic extracted from you. The rest is the magic of the demons.”
“…Simple.”
“It’s not that simple.”
red light. blue light. grayish. Well, the contents, which seed to be roughly expressed, were distinctly different from the magical powers extracted from .
“Is that machine checking what kind of light is magical power?”
“It’s more like a device that helps you see what you can’t see with your eyes. I still can’t see what kind of light these are. I have to put it in a machine and manipulate it to see it.”
From what it looks like, it looks like a brewing machine, but it must have functioned like a microscope. Seneran, who had a serious expression on his face again while he was in vain sentintality, continued as he arranged the tools containing magical powers.
“Saving magic artificially and verifying it like this is only possible by borrowing the power of specialized tools. That’s not only true for humans… but also for demons. At least to the extent of my knowledge, those who can see magic directly doesn’t exist.”
Then, as if to confirm my intentions, I looked at him with grim eyes, but all I could do was shrug my shoulders.
“I am a swordsman who only uses what is given to .”
“…Ha. I see. Do you have ti? If it’s okay with you, I’d like to check more things.”
Maybe a little more research could reveal sothing specific? If I could do that, it would certainly be a good thing for , but unfortunately, that day doesn’t seem to be today.
“It looks like it will be difficult today because I have a prior appointnt. Let’s schedule another ti next ti.”
“A promise?”
“Yes. It’s been a long ti since Marquis Levien took ti.”
Could it be because the trip went on for a long ti without being able to see you off properly? When she went to see Ragnis after finishing all her business in Ogwen, she was in a state of distress. Perhaps he himself had been busy in various ways during that ti, but the appearance of Ragnis, who strongly demanded today’s eting with thick dark circles, was even venomous.
I’m going to make an appointnt and see it in a few weeks, but if this is punctured, it’s certain that Ragnis will have all his hair pulled out.
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Waking up from sleep, Ragnis lanted over his unresolved fatigue and rolled over on the bed, then suddenly ca to his senses.
Feeling the afterglow of the muscle pain that had been bothering her for the past few weeks, she hurriedly checked the ti, realized belatedly that she had woken up at ho and not at Radnell Vandes’s library, and laid back on her bed with a long sigh.
The first thing she found was Radnell Vandes when the Envelde case was sorted out, her political position and personal safety suddenly began to be resolved, and her work began to decrease.
When she returned from her duties in the Empire and asked for practical magic lessons, Radnell Vandes silently listened to her request without showing any embarrassnt. Even Ragnis, who had made a firm decision and made the proposal, was slightly taken aback by accepting it so readily without even asking why he had made that decision.
From the day Ragnis first entered the capital after escaping from Ogwen, the attitude Radnell Vandes had consistently maintained was to keep her student safe. Originally not moving well politically, the biggest reason why he stood on the side of the royal family and wandered around every day was himself. There would have been a sense of loyalty to the dead father and a sense of loyalty between the priests, but as a result, Radnell Vandes actively tried to prevent Ragnis from advancing to the front to recover the territory.
thorough protection. He was so zealous and active that at tis he looked like a grandfather trying to keep his granddaughter out of harm’s way.
It was Radnell Vandes who did not even think of giving up his determination no matter how much he talked. That’s why he bent down like a lie and started to listen to his demands. Of course I have to wonder. But it wasn’t long before class started and Ragnis made the assumption that he might be wrong.
The problem was the intensity of the class. His class was so harsh that he had to seriously contemplate whether Radnell Vandes had created a malicious curriculum to discourage him and make him give up on the holiday he had barely endured the first week.
No matter how much Ragnis went through ntally and physically difficult tis after the fall of his family, the process of honing his magic and body in a situation that was infinitely closer to real life than he had ever experienced was not smooth. However, Radnell Vandes persistently tested her limits by receiving advice from the phantom wizard, and at the sa ti showed ticulousness that did not even give her mind a chance to eat with ruthless theoretical education.
The reason why she was able to endure it was purely thanks to her determination to contribute to Eldmia’s revenge.
In fact, he completed the course, which was only ‘simple and most basic prior learning’, as Radnell Vandes said, who was not allowed to sleep properly for 4 hours a day, even with severe training to the point that he might think he was trying to raise himself as a knight rather than a wizard. That was two days ago. Radnell Vandes got a short break while he was preparing for the next class, and Ragnis, who returned ho, had to stay in bed without even thinking about doing any proper activities other than eating and sleeping.
I wanted to do that today as well, but with my head clearer than ever, I began to force myself to stand up.
“It’s ti for Eldmia to co soon…”
Queue. Ragnis raised himself with a noise and rang the bell to call the maids. And, due to muscle pain, I took a bath with my uncomfortable body and organized my thoughts.
Almost a month passed without being able to see their faces properly due to the passing of each other several tis. Living in the sa city, he wanted to protest that this made sense, but since most of the events Eldmia committed were closely related to Ragnis, it was inevitable that he was so busy. However, even after hearing that he had recently moved away from the Ogatorv family and moved to the adventurers’ district, he regretted that he couldn’t even visit. It was heartbreaking to live with only Asilie, but since we’ve been together since we were young, it was understandable, so I was able to understand it and move on.
He didn’t wonder why he had left the Ogathorpes. I wasn’t particularly worried. The Eldmia Ragnis knew was a man who knew most of what he needed and moved.
It is Eldmia who does not rush and moves under a plan so clear that it would be rude to compare her to her peers. I’m just curious about what I’m going to do in the future and what plans I have. Because he had to move along with it.
While continuing his thoughts, Ragnis, who had finished grooming himself with the help of a maid, carefully lay down on the bed and rested so that his clothes would not get wrinkled. It was a break that I hadn’t thought about for the first ti in a while, but my head, which had beco accustod to working hard, started to review the training and lessons of the past few weeks.
“I want to take a break when I’m resting…”
In the end, Ragnis, realizing that he couldn’t get out of the bridle of continuous review even if he struggled here and there, decided to think about a completely different topic.
It was a simple yet unpredictable topic. What kind of accidents did Eldmia have in just a few weeks?
Fortunately, the attempt worked, and Ragnis had to groan and frown until the maid entered the room to announce that Eldmia had arrived.
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