At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

What about "■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ So ■ ■ ■ ■ with?

"Er... ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■?"

"Ooh, correct answer. ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■"

"I see."

It's been about a month since then.

I am now teaching my words to a handsome Mr. Aroness, who looks good in white with monocle glasses in the brown short hair in front of me.

I thought you didn't have to learn words in a world where there's translation magic.

Anyway, I expected my English score to always be a red dot.

But, you know, the world doesn't work that well.

About two weeks after I got here.

Oh, two weeks is a little different here, not two weeks in the original world because I have about 27 hours a day.

And there is no way of counting a week, and there is another confusing way of calling it 18 days as 36 days a month, the upper half, and the lower half.

I noticed that the difference in time was due to the fact that the watch was waterproof so I was alive.

Well, one day, Mr. Cerèse went to the king's capital to do business, and Mr. Lynn followed him, so in the meantime, Mr. Mirka put on various auditions.

Mr. Mirka's archery was really decent.

After basic training, Mirka taught me the type of martial arts she was using, and it was really normal with the Promise Setter, as well as basic training. Needless to say I was honestly relieved.

But I've been surprised.

Even if Mr. Mirka really moved, he was able to catch up with his own eyes for what he saw from the side.

Apparently, the speed at which we first met was based on enhanced witchcraft.

No, it's still so damn fast. I couldn't react at all when I stood forward.

I can't help it! It's a speed at which you can see what you're doing from the side!

It was said to Mr. Seles that he had some magic talent in itself, so even though it was impossible to be on Mr. Mirka's level, there was hope that he might be able to be strong enough to accompany Mr. Mirka's genuine archery.

Well, I wish I could use magic.

That's when I realized I had it.

Of course. At that time, Mr. Mirka uses the magic of translation.

I just noticed one day that the words I heard and the meanings they conveyed were different.

He said it should be the same word I heard before, but it means something different.

I wondered what was wrong with this, and I paid a visit to both of you after Mr. Seles returned.

Then Mr. Mirka opened her sleepy eyes as much as she could and was surprised, then lowered her brow butt and dropped her shoulder to see.

I saw that, Mr. Celes.

"Mirka, you haven't refined enough yet."

I was even more depressed when I said that.

I look at it and I say, "Oh, my goodness." Mr. Celes hugs me.

There was no follow-up whatsoever. Poor thing.

Mr. Celes starts explaining to me that I can't keep up with the reactions and words of the two of us.

"Eh."

Mr. Celes twirls his fingers as he says.

Pong and clapping his hands for a while, with his neck slightly bent.

"If there's anything you don't understand, then why didn't you ask?

And I told him.

The trick is bruised. But it's cute.

I'm just afraid of the contents. I can never tell you that.

"We talked about magic and magic before, didn't we?

"Yes, sir"

"The big difference between magic and magic is whether it can be exercised only by its own power."

"Huh? My power?

Aren't you doing your own magic, too?

I don't feel like Mr. Celes or anything, especially if it helps people.

I mean, what does that have to do with this?

"Well, magic doesn't help the world, it's something that uses some of the power of the world to guide results."

"Is that the result?

"Yes, the result. And to use magic, it's like a line inside me, but there's no line in it. Connect that with the world's lines."

"Line, is it"

"I wonder how beautiful it can be to connect that line is the skill in magic."

I don't know, Doctor.

No, seriously, I get the point.

But, well, only the results somehow figure out the part.

"Um, I kind of get the point that it only leads to results. So far."

"Good."

"The point is, it's like getting ready to burn a bunch of straw to start a fire, and using magic to wake it up, right?

"More or less like that. Whatever you do, you can only exercise as much as you can in the world."

"I just don't really understand connecting lines. How can it be different if it's beautiful after that?

I don't know where it is.

Do you see anything about the line?

"I don't know if I could have said a line. I wonder how much affinity you have with the world and how much flow that world has entrusted you to keep yourself."

"Ha, like I know, like I don't"

Blah, blah, blah. Unravel.

But I wonder if I can use magic without figuring this out. That's troublesome.

"I'm not helping out from the world. - I wonder if I can successfully negotiate?

"Oh, Cheng Cheng"

That's easier to understand.

I didn't fully understand it, but it's easier to understand than just now.

"Well, after that, if it works."

"Yes."

"Whether it's good or not, it changes the outcome."

"Change the outcome?

So for some reason, Mr. Lynn came out of his mouth.

They say, "Shatter the big rock, shatter the big rock or shatter the perimeter of every big rock."

And they said, "?".

"Lynn can only explain to someone who understands, so shut up."

But that's what Mr. Celes told me, Mr. Lynn, obstinate in the corner.

I started stirring up the liquor that seemed to be a high number of degrees as I said "good." Is everything all right?

"For example, if an animal had a poison bag, what would happen if it attacked even the poison bag?

"Poison splashed out of the bag, is it?

Or else I can't think of anything else.

Mr. Celes nodded with a smile, so apparently he's right.

"When a sorcerer attacks an enemy like that who is poorly connected to the line when he defeats it by magic, the range deviates or the power is different from what he assumes. Then an attack hits the poison bag, causing damage."

"Hmm?"

"If you're good at connecting, you can hit the power, the position you wanted. That way you get the result you want with a deadly blow and no damage. It is the magician's skill to reflect his will in the world beautifully."

"I mean, when you get better control?

"Hmm, I wonder if that's what happens in the end if I put it out loud. However, with skill, you can turn your power around as efficiently as possible, so you can increase your power for that matter, right?

Somehow it seems like you can understand it.

But for now, he said he'd be in better control, so it's more or less like the right answer.

I just didn't miss hearing him whisper after that, "It doesn't matter if you erase the rest of the cunt so it doesn't stay either." I knew this guy was scared.

And it looks like we're finally getting into the magic of translation.

"Translation magic is remarkable. How well you are connected to the world changes your willingness to tell them through this world."

"Is this translation going through the world?

"Yep. Is that why you're converting the world into something you know it exists?

"Convert..."

"So when the connection is sweet, it conveys the will, but not the details."

When I heard this explanation, I thought I was a little scared.

I was wondering if I would be fooled or not realizing what was important because of the communication.

"I mean, Mr. Mirka said the technology was a little sweet and depressing"

"Well, if it's just about skill, Mirka's not too low?

The meaning of this word was also explained on the spot.

If the people here thought it was universal because they could all use that sorcery except for Mr. Lynn, they said it was pretty high-ranking sorcery.

I think it's pretty good because there are people who eat it just because of the magic.

Maintain your will accurately through the world. I find it difficult when they say that.

Mr. Mirka, it's hard going for you, isn't it? Needless to say, I had the despair that

By the way, Mr. Mirka has a chant for the activation of this sorcery.

The first time I saw her, she even heard me scream and used it before rushing to think it was a pronunciation she wouldn't listen to.

Speaking of gigaoaks that I fought before, that's not what the actual pronunciation was called.

Ghosduert. That's the original name.

It's an old word that's no longer used at all over here, and it seems to mean a big pig face.

Then I thought it would be nice to have a big oak, and they returned me wondering if I could say anything because that is the shape the world has told you.

That's why this handsome man, Mr. Aroness, teaches me the official language of this country.

This man finely turns this sorcery on and off, and does the art of no chanting.

Um, I heard about this sorcery, high-ranking sorcery?

All the people here are crazy, huh?

I had that thought, but it's easy to study because of it. Besides, the way this guy teaches is so easy to understand!

Sometimes I'm desperate, but thanks to this guy's good teaching, there's plenty of improvement that I can do now if I'm in everyday conversation.

Mr. Aroness said, "We'll be able to have a conversation in the official language in March."