My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, no..."

I'm that one.

Basically, fairy tales, old stories, heroic songs, that's all I know about magic.

The magic I know is what I call a real miracle.

It's a miracle I just envy that there's a fire coming out of nowhere, that even if I get hurt so badly that I die, it'll heal in seconds.

Never recognized something that smelled muddy, breathless, desperate, and lacked shards of grace as magical.

- But you're actually like this.

The large thin iron plate on the wall depicts a magic formation with a brush stopped in the upper half or so.

"... eh"

The magician who was about to exercise the power of a miracle was at ease with a level of threatening wear and tear that he had never seen before, which was comfortable with a giant cat who slept nearby. Look, the cat looks a little annoying, too. I'm confused by the way they love me out of standard. Not a cat, though.

I guess the real miracle really comes from these desperate and burnt out looks. If you think about it carefully, magic is an unnatural force that humans can use.

"Magic is tough."

"Yes, I am."

To sum it up in a nutshell, it was a sight where my longing for magic would be halved.

The bath making plan is up and three days have passed.

I asked the old man at the blacksmith for a hot water boat and an iron plate that Celier would paint a "anti-degradation" magic formation, with only the iron plate made first. Incidentally, the water boat and the iron plate were negotiated on exchange terms with the meat of the empty lizard.

In the meantime, I go around asking the villagers if they have any hunters or bowmen, go to a different hunting ground than the mountains, hunt for prey, pick weeds, trade for vegetables that the villagers are making, etc.

Especially the empty lizard meat seems to be popular, and I could sometimes call out for it to be replaced.

Well, I can tell you that these past few days I've been laying the groundwork for both interactions.

As soon as possible, children are being commonly referred to as "meat people" as people who bring meat. Don't deny it because I'm not happy about it, but I'm also right, and whenever I hear you call me, I'm somewhat concerned that for some reason Florentine turns a look of respect, inspiration and emotion.

That's how the fold teaches Florentines who are tired of woodcarving and taking a break how to judge birds.

I had the opportunity to set up an iron plate on the wall that hit the side of the dorm and watch a celier paint a magic formation there.

The magic team draws with magic.

I would have just "seen" it...... I don't know, but they draw magic formations with the invisible power of magic. They don't actually use paint to draw it, so if they get used to it, they can also draw it in seconds.

It becomes personal sensory, but in the case of Celier, they draw with the image of "shaping magic to match the magic formations drawn on their heads, pushing them rather than drawing them". If it's easy to understand, it means stamped, not pen-shaped.

Such a serie, but with the instructions of the magical predecessors found here, I have been given the task of using magic to the limit many times.

He uses magic in the form of drawing magic formations, one by one, with a daring to pour out a lot of power, which is usually easy to "stamp".

And it's neat.

This is the first time I've seen it, but the Florentine story says Celier has already been in this state several times in the last three days.

"Yes, I can't rest my hands. There are plenty of them in the city. I don't care."

"Oh, my God."

Yeah. I've never seen a person so weak. I think even the sleeping ones still have the strength. People are something that can stretch out like so much dry.

But that's it, this is it.

"Teach me how to judge a bird," said Florentine, not very clever, much suspicious at hand. Yeah, it's quite worth teaching.

The same goes for the control of the force, but to increase the dexterity of the hand, wood carving finishing may not be a bad idea. Though the motif is array.

It should be noted that the cute statue of the Evil God (tentative) is almost complete.

At the finished dawn, it's bad for her, but I want to make it look like an accident and do something about the Evil God. I want my hands to slip and fall into the fire, or I want to call my hand crazy and shoot through it during bow practice. Before a truly evil being dwells.

"So long. What happens over there?"

"Beyond?"

"Not that chimp."

Oh, Sash.

Sash is waving his stick far from that day. I think I intend to train for once. I haven't talked to you since, and I'm not strong enough to talk to you.

He's early in the morning these days and seems to be moving his body to Gumshara late at night. Your strength, temper and guts may be extraordinary.

"Nothing in particular, though. Do you care?

"I don't care. I just wanted to say... but I'm a little concerned"

Yeah. I'm a little concerned, too. Probably bothering me in a different way than Florentine.

"You've been eating meat with me lately. Does he eat well?

I don't know.

"My indifference is amazing."

Because that's the personality.... I don't think he's even that indifferent just because he's not on the table.

"... Ah, hey. I just thought..."

Hmm?

"Me and Ayle, we're friends now, right?

"Oh, not the way you judge me there"

"Now the meat is gone! Affirmation or denial!

"But you eat, right?

"It's up to you to eat!

Are you sure? I don't remember ever saying I'd give it to you.

"From that. What do you want me to do about the chimp?"

"What do you want me to do?

"We would have been close. Hagana personality twisted the deal, when someone reaches out, it keeps falling. Don't be silly."

"Huh? Was Sash and I close?

"Is that bad?

"Hmm...... not bad, I wonder. I've never cared."

"Well, that means we're close."

Really? Really? I think that's an amazing polar theory though.

"It's a complete throw. Then I'll break my body.

We don't hate him, but we don't know each other. We traveled together for dinner. Then you won't be able to see it.

But I can't even go. Because it's far from that kind of relationship. "

...... yeah.

"You're thinking a lot."

"Me too."

"Me? What?

"Take a look. Give me that chimp. I don't know if I care."

Hmm.

"I'm curious. Maybe it's not what you care about."

"No?... well yeah. If you care at all, go. We're not gonna abandon each other if we eat the same meal. I wouldn't sleep well if my chimp broke my body. [M] You have to stop me in time."

…………

"That's surprisingly sweet."

"I'm not just worried about being nice. I wouldn't mind dying of wild drooling if I didn't see it. He told me to go early."

All right.

I don't know what Florentine has to say or understand. I'm sure you care, and I don't hate the idea of stopping it before something happens.

Besides, I know exactly why Sash did it.

If someone says they have to go, I'm sure that's gonna be me.

I think I'll go for a little while in a light mood.