We got up as soon as the sun rose and returned to the main base where the outpost construction was in full swing.
As expected, there were tis when I had to take a break due to my stamina issues, but thanks to the Elf Ranger’s excellent guide skills, we were able to return before the sun set.
“... ... There was a huge lightning strike around evening, and Lord Alter said that it was okay not to send reinforcents. What on earth happened?”
I was panting and shaking off my sweaty robes, so Sergeant Trian explained the situation for .
“There was a large rock under the largest tree, and when the wizard touched it, the lightning spirit appeared. However, the lightning spirit was extrely angry. So Bin here cald him down... ... He was definitely a great wizard. It was quite impressive how he skillfully handled the lightning spirit without being scared even when it was right in front of him.”
Isn’t this kid a sergeant? Why are you speaking informally to everyone, even Captain Belua, in a place where everyone is gathered naturally?
“... ... I thought it was an unusual aura, but it’s not the lightning spirit.”
Why is Captain Belua speaking so casually again?
You’re really scary, Trian... ... ?
“How on earth did you figure that out? I didn’t feel any magic.”
“You’re truly a natural talent... ... It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that you’re loved by magic.”
The magicians of the company who gathered to hear the story each added their own thoughts to Trian’s story.
“I’d like to et you too.”
It wasn’t just the magicians of the company who were deeply impressed by Sergeant Trian’s story.
The 8th Circle Magician, Alter Heindel, who wrote hundreds of papers for the advancent of the Lightning School of Magic for 80 years, also felt unfamiliar with the keyword ‘Lightning Spirit’.
“... ... The spirit asked us for one thing. It was to remove all the magic mines in this forest. If we do that, they say they will give us so kind of reward... ... I don’t know what it is. They said they have prepared a special gift for Bin here in particular.”
“A special gift?”
“You captured the spirit’s heart in such a short ti.”
“You are definitely loved by magic. It is a talent that is beyond words to envy... ... .”
Exclamations poured out from the mouths of the soldiers who were listening to Trian’s report.
Normally, I would have expressed my gratitude for the complints that made the listeners feel embarrassed, but unfortunately, I was out of my mind right now, struggling to breathe.
All I can feel now is sweat, heat, and a fading consciousness... ... .
This, if I go to see the spirit twice, I could seriously die.
“Hmm... ... If it helps the general, I should help him. He’s a monster wizard who will reach the level of a swordsman within 3 years. Our army has a duty to help the general grow.”
Black Hamr Belua heard this story and called together the wizards and the platoon leaders of the archers from his company. They seed to be grateful and willing to help with this quest given to .
“We only need to extract about seven people from the archers. If we assign one elf ranger to each wizard and search the forest, I think we can finish the work within this week. Captain Calix, I have already checked the terrain of the unexplored area, so I think it would be efficient to hand over command to for a while.”
“I agree.”
Oh my, that elf platoon leader is also crazy. He handed over command just like that.
Even this guy, even though he’s a lieutenant, he uses honorifics to speak to a sergeant. The military is going really well. It’s going really well.
Didn’t the concept of hierarchy exist in the Middle Ages?
Damn, even if I wasn’t struggling to breathe right now, I’d say sothing in front of everyone... ... .
“Ugh... ... Ugh... ... No.”
I swallowed hard and spoke with a ragged breath. Lir looked at with serious concern, wondering if I would really suffocate, and Trian looked at as if he didn’t understand.
“What’s not working?”
“... ... Still, the top priority is... ... Phew. The outpost construction is going perfectly. Phew. If we deploy all the magicians to this operation, we might be defenseless against a surprise attack by the demons... ... .”
I’m not sure if I conveyed my ssage properly because I kept catching my breath in between words. Even though I wanted to continue talking, my body kept screaming for oxygen. Even though I was breathing in with all my might.
“So... ... Lir and I should stay in the main force... ... .”
Huh, huh... ... ?
As I was talking, my eyes went blank and black repeatedly. My heartbeat kept increasing without end, and my blood raced through my body at a speed that seed to burn my blood vessels.
No matter how much I breathed, I was ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) running out of oxygen.
This crazy body didn’t seem strong enough to endure the two-day arduous march.
Hyperventilation ca, and my body staggered, losing its balance, and eventually collapsed.
At the mont when my consciousness faded, I felt the slender elf fingers grabbing my body.
... ... I thought I had taken enough breaks in between, but my body was weaker than I had imagined.
It was only a two-day march that I could be ruined like this.
Moonlight and dusk caressed my cheeks together. When I opened my eyes, as always, I was inside a military carriage prepared for wizards.
A sharp pain rose up from my whole body. Every bone in my body was protesting to my brain, saying that I couldn’t take it anymore, and forming a labor union that didn’t exist in the Middle Ages. And various muscles and tendons were participating in this protest.
My body was in such bad condition that I couldn’t even turn my head. My whole body was hurting so much that I thought I should go to the hospital right away.
‘Wait, in the Middle Ages... ... a hospital... ...?’
I thought of fragnts of videos I had seen on my smartphone while lying on my one-room bed, like ‘The Reality of dieval Surgeons... ...!’. The picture of a doctor cutting open a skull with a bone saw and cutting out the brain and the onlookers watching made my already chilling spine even colder.
... ... Rather than going to the hospital, let’s just stop by the church.
Most skilled priests have recovery skills. It’s a bit embarrassing to ask them to use their precious recovery skills on sothing like a sore muscle... ... but it’s much better than having your head split open by a bone saw.
I slowly turned my head, which wasn’t working properly, and looked around the outside of the military carriage.
Whether the dwarves had worked hard or I had been asleep for longer than I imagined, the road foundation was mostly paved, and the land where the outpost buildings would be built was flat.
“Are you awake?”
I heard Lir’s voice, but unfortunately, I couldn’t turn my head right now, so I couldn’t make eye contact with her.
“How long was I asleep?”
“About ten hours?”
... ... This is driving crazy. I usually wake up after using the blooming and passing out for about five hours, but the recoil from the march is making faint for ten hours?
I couldn’t help but sigh as I turned on the lantern and looked at the dwarves’ sturdy bodies moving their rough hands since the early morning.
‘I seriously need to get an artifact that increases my physical abilities, or at least an artifact that helps move. Nothing happened this ti, but if the demons had invaded while I was unconscious... ... .’
I would have just quietly gotten my head cut off without putting up much resistance.
Otherwise, when I ca to my senses, my body would have been mixed with the dwarves working hard far away and beco a slave to the demons.
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Thinking about that made my spine shiver, almost freezing. There were too many dangerous things in this dieval fantasy world, and my body was seriously weak to endure them all.
“Sleep more. I just ca in. They said that the mine-clearing squad will move as soon as the sun rises.”
Lir tapped his crystal ball with his fingernail and spoke.
“I’ll wake you up if sothing urgent cos up.”
I didn’t refuse Lir’s consideration. My current physical condition was not one that I could worry about anyone else.
As I closed my eyes, my mind beca hazy in an instant. The hard floor of the military carriage was so comfortable that I couldn’t tell the difference between it and a 5 million won bed.
In an instant, the surrounding sounds beca faint and my entire body seed to sink to the floor. The sound of my pounding heart gradually beca smaller and smaller, and even the existence of ‘’ slowly disappeared beyond consciousness.
“Excuse ... ... Can I ask you sothing?”
The haziness had passed and my mind was about to be sucked into a dream. Lir asked that question through the loud voices of the busy dwarves.
“... ... What is it?”
I asked in a languid voice. There was nothing more annoying than talking right before I fell asleep, but I suppressed my nerves as much as I could and spoke.
“Why did you tell to stay? Honestly, even if you had just one Bin, the outpost defense would be fine... ... .”
What was the question? Isn’t that obvious?
“Communication magic... ... I need soone to use it.”
I’m dying of sleep, but... ... I can’t use any magic other than ‘blooming’, how many tis do I have to tell you... ... .
Before I could even finish my thoughts, my consciousness was sucked into a dream.
Lir belatedly added sothing to my words, but I didn’t hear it.
Dawn slowly raised its head beyond the bushes. The darkness slowly began to disperse, and the crystal ball quietly retained its blue light.
The elf nad Lir just stared blankly at the white-haired boy revealed by the pale light.
“... ... You can’t use communication magic?”
Communication magic using a crystal ball was the most basic of the basics.
It was magic that even an eight-year-old who had just entered the Magic Tower yesterday could use, and even if you learn magic on your own without being initiated, it was a very simple and easy magic that anyone with the intelligence and magical power of a ten-year-old could use.
“... ... What is that?”
So the boy’s answer was nonsense.
The boy was so talented in magic that he could change the weather in an area with a single movent of his fingers, and he could accurately find the lightning spirit that he hadn’t even realized existed until it was right in front of him.
How could a genius who was sure to reach the 9th circle not be able to use even a simple communication magic?
Lir couldn’t understand why the boy was making such a ridiculous excuse.
“... ... .”
Lir, who was trying to figure out why the boy had told such an obvious lie, suddenly felt heat rise to his cheeks.
‘Isn’t that because you want by your side... ... .’
Lir pulled her hat back up again to hide her face so that no one could see her face.
She didn’t know what kind of emotion this was, but her face was blushing on its own, so it was clear that her condition was far from normal.
Her bright red, pointed ears were sticking out from the brim of her hat.
“Co on, let’s get breakfast ready!”
She bowed her head deeply and buried her face completely in her robes, in case the dwarves who were walking around to finish up their work and prepare a al saw her.
She had no idea what this feeling was.
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