Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

- Noah Ingvain was visiting Arvent territory on this day, close to the King's capital, according to Arcs Laceft.

The reason I left Wang Capital to visit such a place was for Arcs to use the training ground on Arvent territory.

The purpose of use is, of course, the production of magic and its training.

Previously, during his magic training, Arcs had used the garden of Rayceft's main house or the garden of Arvent Mansion, but the other day he had been offered a restraining order by Crave because he had strained too much to destroy the garden of Arvent Mansion.

Previously, planting plants to make alcoholic beverages that become "soma liquor" has led to large trees in vain, damaging the garden landscape.

That's right, Crave. All this time, it's going to mean I can't sit on my stomach.

Whatever it is, it is this Arvent training ground that Arcs was allowed to crave as a place to use any amount of magic.

Even if it's a training ground, that's what I duly call a wilderness or a mountain with no human access.

In the wooded mountains, it is terribly long and full of quiet atmosphere that will make you forget the course of time. Clear your ears, the voices of wild birds and the beating of the wind. The leaking day that shoots in from between the branches illuminated the ground, and it did rightly reveal where the gravel should be stepped out of a prominent coarse wild road.

The young Lord is currently practicing magic here.

We were in a situation where once we were away from Arcs, we prepared snacks and drinks and we were walking towards him again.

Walking next door is one of the same squire, Kazzi Guali.

As I speak casual conversations with him, I head under the young Lord.

"- Mr. Kazzi still wondered if I should change my language a little bit more"

"Really? I think he's been doing pretty well lately. Kihihi."

Pointing out what he noticed, Kazzi laughs in a pungent manner. I'm already used to that strange laugh that makes me feel a little cunning.

However,

"No. There are quite a few times when I'm still grasping"

"Heh, how can you be sure?

This one takes out the notebook and confronts Kazuki, who asks challengingly.

"Four times the day before, twice already today...... Mr. Kazuzi is being spoken in a way that might be uncomfortable to those on the horizon, isn't it?

"Whew! You're the one who wrote it down!... Ha-ha-ha, that's unforgiving..."

"Mr. Kazi is a senior when it comes to magic, but I'm a senior when it comes to deacon duties,"

You have to point it out.

It may be Kazzi's sexual difficulty, but language is important to his squire.

Regardless of who knows Kazuki's temperament, such as Arcs and Crave, if a person who doesn't hear what he has to say, the qualities of Arcs, his master, may be questioned as well.

As I did say, it's pretty much better than it used to be, but from time to time, his kind of language makes me peek in the face.

At the very least, we need to be able to respond to people in other houses with proper respect.

"I need you to be a little more attentive around there. We're going to support Arcs."

"What. Am I in it, too?

"Naturally. Or is there something wrong with you, Arcs? I don't think any of you are as interesting as that?

"I'll admit that. That's crazy. Kihihi."

That said, Kazzi laughs out again. He's kind of a guy who weaves complaints, but he likes Arcs a lot.

Probably because of its arcs, somewhat common temperament. I should have been growing up in a noble house all along, but there are some things that are messy and manipulate the cluttered tone of downtown.

He, I doubt what such a temperament is, but there's not so much in the list if you name the doubt you have about that master.

I think it's time for both Arcs and Kazzi to improve that interaction doesn't get out of your sense of friendship.

"Hey, be quiet"

"... what's up?

Quietly asks Kazuki, who came looking for tranquility. Then he leaned back to look up slightly with his shoulders round. I showed a bare gesture that handed out signs to the surrounding area.

I hear that he was originally a farmer, as well as entering the wild mountains and hunting with magic. I guess mountain walking is your thing, and it's your thing to feel the strangeness of the mountain.

Presumably, from some distance, the sound of a heavy drum beating sounds intermittent. With it you can hear the birds flying, and the sound of heavy things falling.

The noise you never hear in the mountains, it's bullshit.

"This is..."

"It's quite intense... but there's only one answer."

"Yeah, he must be the one from ten to eighty-nine."

The cause of the sound is determined without having to be identified.

If what's happening is weird, the only cause is that boy who's walking in clothes with weird or disturbing.

Then Kazzi laughed "kihiccup" again,

"Do you care?

"Do you understand?

"Well, I wish I looked like that."

Apparently, he was on his face.

But...

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm more concerned about the magic of how much pain you've inflicted on Crave's garden."

"Is that the cut we're supposed to be here for? What do you want me to do about it?

"Naturally, you're trying to dress up as an accident and mess up your garden, Crave."

"... Sometimes you're a squire, too.

Walking with such chatter eventually arrives at the place of destination.

Somewhere somewhat open, it was my husband, Arcs Laceft, who was training in magic.

He noticed this way earlier and walked over.

"Noah, Kazi, welcome home."

"I brought you snacks and water"

"Oh. Thanks"

Offering Arcs a water bottle to thank, he once again says thank you.

A strange lord who is thankful for something. Noble people don't thank their servants enough for their work, but he says, "You'd appreciate it if people did something, wouldn't you?" I won't give in.

After such an exchange, I was attracted to the mundane smell of burning, and I looked behind the woods and...

"- Eh."

... It would still be the gift of watching him from day to day, seeing the tragedy in front of him and not changing his complexion after losing his words.

Kazi, who had been with him for two years before himself, looked at it and his face was somewhat drawn.

Yes, the trees had fallen in a messy fashion where Arcs had been pointing until earlier.

Fan a wide range.

If that's all, I still haven't lost my word.

But if you see holes all over them, about a fist, you'd be surprised.

Or they decide on the trunk.

Or crushed and broken, unable to withstand destruction.

None of the trees have been properly felled.

Because there are still [magic letters (arts glyphs)] left around, it seems that it would be the effect of using magic, but what magic did you use today?

When Arcs realizes why this one is solidified, he turns his attention to those whose trees are falling.

"Hmm? Oh, is that it? Try a new magic shot."

"Who was the sound earlier? Could it be noisy magic again?

"Oh. I knew we'd need a lot of magic like this in the future."

"How bad are you going to be in the future..."

Kazuzi presents a grumpy word to her husband, who has a noisy life design.

But the person in question speaks as if he was certain of the future.

"'Cause this world is basically unstable, isn't it?

"Well...... bye"

Sure it is.

At present, although the Kingdom has not fought major wars or anything else, the east has always been marked by sporadic raids by an interracial group called the Flood (Han) tribe, and to the south by Granchelle, the maritime state that prevents the Kingdom from entering the oceans. From the west, the British Empire is always targeting opportunities for territorial aggression. It is to the north that diplomacy continues peacefully.

As Arcs thinks, it is not a strange situation whenever there is a major war.

But the inexplicable thing is the rhetoric.

I deliberately spoken of it as "this world", a place, not "now" referring to a period.

If you ask me, it also sounds like a mouthful of mouth as if you know something about another world.

"So, Mr. Arcs. Is the magic used this time a success?

I said that because there was some cloudiness in Arcs' expression. If the making of magic was something to be comforted with, it is this boy who is more than happy and not strange, and excited enough to lose sight of his surroundings.

Nonetheless, I guess the fact that we immediately noticed our arrival, and little excitement, was a difficult result to say about success.

And that prediction seemed to be a hit.

"No, that's half of it. No matter how you combine it, the results and the image don't match. Yeah, and if the bullets do it, it's gonna get big. How can the magic of this hand not work like this?"

and so forth, and a young lord drooling over words like bumpy complaints and stupidity.

Either way, I guess saying "bullet" is also a form of magic that shoots out metal bullets, like the [black ■ ■] magic he devised before.

If it's a power on a scale that can create this tragedy in front of you, it's not surprising to say that it's a success, or a great success, in the light of the common sense of a magician.

"Arcs, isn't it a good thing that the bullets are big?

"It does lead to power, but the load on ■ ■ is huge and I can't sustain it for ten seconds. I think it's perfect in words, but it's not stable..."

"Dear Arcs, I'm sorry, may I ask you again?

"Again?... Oh! Bad."

Arcs noticed a lack of explanation, so I'll rephrase it.

"That's it. Even when using [black ■ ■], you make a shape of ■ with your hands, right? It's the same as that, and I see my arms in a way that makes it seem like ■ is being reproduced until it gets hot."

"Um."

"Ah."

The further difficulty of explaining Arcs only allowed Kazuki and the two of us to speak out like that.

Meanwhile, the Lord, realizing that he had left his squire, showed his face as if he had scuffed the bitter worm,

"Ugh... it's hard to say I don't have the words to deal with it. Hmm, how did you explain that?"

And so the beginning and end of thinking with the intrigue of words. Besides, in the meantime, he has a bumpy mouth of unfamiliar words.

These solitaires are also common to magicians. This is how I think alone, speak to myself, and put it in my ear again, organizing things in my head.

But the problem is the word he doesn't really understand.

Mouth strange sounding words that do not speak where you remember them, in the common language, or in [Ancient Arts] quite often. Besides, that's not just paranoia, it's solid theories and goods, so it only deepens confusion.

When I turned to Kazzi to ask him if he understood, he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head as usual.

When this happens, you and Kazuki are in good hands.

I don't understand it at all if you don't properly learn from theory, as previously explained in the Heavenly Seal Tower [Step to Flying Approach].

In the meantime, Futokazu,

"Suppose that's okay. You complain even though it's so powerful?

"As I said earlier, for that matter, the burden on my arm is huge. The strength of this magic is that you can keep shooting, not the size of power - because it's continuous firing. You can still use it. Just take a look."

That said, Arcs casts a spell.

"- A constant spitting demon. The pattern that penetrates. Black and instant no child affected (swollen). After the rain, the remaining sea is red. It is the heavenly rule to go around, and the heavenly rule to run. The excess heat (almost) does not cool. I don't even know the target star yet. The sound of blocking the shouting just hits me in the ear." It will be rampant. "

- [Rotating Magic Lead Bullet (Spinning Barrel)]

It was right after.

When I wonder if [magic letters (arts glyphs)] have appeared in front of the arcs, I come together and join them, forming multiple magic formations. When Arcs inserts his right arm into the magic formation that rises in the air, they contract and settle to just the right degree to the thickness of his arm. The magic formation eventually began to spin at high speeds as they stood with their arms skewered forward.

"Simultaneous fire."

Speak the word Arcs is key to.

A black mass of force is fired out at a terrible rate, along with an instantly disturbing sound.

Intermittent. So much so that words like bulk sprinkle are completely twisted.

The bullet speed is slower than [black ■ ■] because it can be seen, but it would still be difficult to flip this.

Forward, a rubble of magic is being shot out as if it were the curtain.

The trees that have been drilled with the big holes fall or blow up, and the thick trees are in a state of insect eating.

Stand forward, there's no escape.

… This magic, perhaps, is used against many people. Using where you are now as your starting point and just shooting out in a radial fashion, the hedge will be as miserable as the trees in front of you.

I noticed it, and my spine was attacked from the cold.

So is the power of magic, but it was to this magical heterogeneity that I held my fears.

This is the same as [black ■ ■]. The magic used today is clearly something else.

Arcs on the fence jumps up the arm he stood on, like when he reflexes his hand away from something hot.

"Ahchi... I really need to have smaller ammo. That's why I can't keep it that long. I wonder if magic and ■ are incompatible..."

That's what I'm saying, I'm shaking my arm like I'm sprinkling heat.

I guess he's right, there's a load on his arm.

I'm not sure why you're assuming the imagination of shooting out of your arm.

Kazuki squeaks.

"This is scary magic too... I really often come up with monsters like this..."

"... at all. Arcs, what the hell did you imagine it to be based on?

Speaking of objects under the magic of ejection, the flying tools are mentioned first.

Inevitably, it can be bows and arrows, slings, stone throwers, throwing spears, but they can't be relentless in this way.

... you need something to create magic. At the base of creation, magic takes firm form because you imagine something that is based on it.

But from the magic that Arcs just showed me, I couldn't think of anything original.

"This is based on

He also speaks words he doesn't understand.

That, however, is as if you are referring to something that is not in the world.

But that can't be true.

"Every thing that exists in this world was made by word" is a famous word recognized first and foremost at the beginning of [Heaven and Earth].

And all that is in the world shall be worthy.

The mountains, the sea, the sky and the earth, there is only one thing that exists in this world, without exception, and it is said that it was shaped by words that popped up from the original plains called [the crucible of speech and reason] … [magic letters (Arts Griff)].

If not everything is based on words, that is.

Whatever is present in this world, there will always be corresponding words, which can be explained in words.

The fact that you can't do that means...

Arcs lines up the words out of his mouth, as if that imagination had crossed the back of his brain and that prediction was correct.

"I'm sorry, but I can't explain what this is based on."

"... why is that?

"Because it's..."

- That's what's not in this world.

Words like that were spewed out of his mouth like squeals.