Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

It's been about ten days since Liddy's class started.

The moon changes to September, but there is no indication that the harsh heat will ever subside.

The magic class does not change that the classroom is thirty minutes long and the actual skill is thirtieth hour, and in the classroom you will learn the characteristics of each attribute, the composition of the spell, etc.

Sharon continued training to feel magical, but I had graduated from it and moved on to training to move magic.

"It is possible from anywhere in the body to give magic to the Spirit. But magic comes from where it gives you magic. So we need to transfer magic to an easy place to use it."

I mean, even from the navel, you can give magic, but from there, when you give magic, magic also activates from there. I don't know if it's possible to say a stone bullet "missile" from the navel, but it would still be easier to use at your fingertips or palms.

"If you feel the magic, change your shape. If you are going to give magic through your arms, you have to adjust the shape to the thickness through your arms…"

The deformation and movement of magic power was easy to proportions.

The point is, you can do anything with your image.

In my case, I thought of magic as an amplification circuit, so you can change that a little bit. If we moved magic with an image of power, nerves as electric wires, and thought of palms as condensers or batteries, we could easily accumulate magic in palms.

Liddy is stunned by the way it looks.

"I was quick to feel my magic, but magic travel usually takes a year. That's only half an hour away… the magic is a little further away. Practice magic control."

With that said, she's going to have to train Sharon.

I had no choice but to move my magic to various places to play. When I got tired of it, I started transferring magic instantaneously from my right hand to my left, or wrapping it around my entire arm.

(On second thought, there was something called devil fighting. Is this what demon fighting is about?

I was remembering the description of "Demon Martial Arts" when I created the character.

(Certainly, that explains increasing the power and success rate of an attack or something by wrapping magic around it. That's exactly what we're doing right now, isn't it?)

I'm clear with Sharon. I tried jumping away from Liddy, wrapping my magic around my leg.

I felt like I had slightly increased my jumping power, but it was at a level I was worried about.

I wondered if the MP was decreasing, and when I checked the status, the MP was decreasing from 82 to 81.

(The fact that MP is down now means that I used magic. But it can be used without spells or magic formations, and I didn't promise to give any spirits magic... I want instructions or WIKI...)

By the way, Dan and Mel had made him read the book so that he could study because he slept during the sitting class and was only playing during the practice.

The two of them, who thought I'd started playing, approached me quickly.

Mel said, "Is Master Zach done yet?" I've been asked, "so I'm still training while moving my body," he deludes.

Liddy noticed my behavior, too, and I just pulled away from the three of them, and she asked me what I was doing.

"I was going to wrap my magic around it and make my body move better. Weird?"

She exhaled a grand sigh,

"That's the same thing that a high-ranking elf magician would do. For the first time, magicians who have lived hundreds of years will be able to do it."

"It's the only move an elf mage can make," he asked, shaking his neck to the side,

"I've heard that some people can be unconscious once in a while. But only a high-ranking magician would be aware of it. I really don't get tired of being with you. Hehe."

At the end of the day, I go through a shudder, and they laugh at me.

"This is also one of the powers given by God. I think that's why we can do it."

She stops laughing at the words and gazes at me.

"That move doesn't use the power of the Spirit. Because I turn my magic into power, directly. So it should consume more magic than normal magic."

And hold me gently,

"I know you'll be fine, but be careful. If you have nothing to do, I'll hang out with you at night. So stop using magic without me."

To Liddy's seriousness, I had to snort.

After dinner, as promised, I went to Liddy's room.

When I walked into her room, she was already sitting in a relaxed chair, waiting for me for a glass of wine.

"Please wait. Well, I'll ask for some magic instruction," she said, with a look that could be described as luscious.

"You're so innocent. You come into a woman's room, and all of a sudden it is?

Are you a little drunk, or the voice on your nose feels glossy too.

"Catch a four-year-old, there won't be any excerpts or anything, will there? You can't even drink with this body, and you'll be sleepy soon."

She laughs at the couscous, says, "Just kidding," and drinks up.

"Shall we begin? I'll try to shoot some magic out the window."

I wait for that moment, thrilled by the magic I see for the first time.

Liddy changed her expression to something serious and started standing by the window and casting a spell.

"God of Light (Lucidus). Give me the arrow that solidifies the holy light and glows of the Spirit of your loved ones..."

Particles of light gather in her right hand casting a spell, which gradually turns into a bar.

"... I will not offer you the power of my life as a price. Come Out! Arrow of Light (Shining Arrow)"

At the end of the spell, an arrow of light pops out of her right hand.

Outside the window, an arrow of light that popped out without sound was turning into a meteor and brightening the night sky for a moment.

I had no words, and watched as if I were frightened.

"What do you think? How do you feel about the magic you've never seen before?

Before I knew it, Liddy's expression was back to the usual soft one.

I don't know how to answer, I just say, "Oh, yeah,"

"Well, it's pretty good," he laughs as he peeks into my face.

(Even the movie feature isn't as real as this... I can't believe the way the light particles gather, it looks like the animation has become reality as it is...)

When I recovered from a temporary relaxation, fierce excitement struck me next.

I took her hand and said, "That was awesome! Awesome!" he halfway shouted.

Liddy looks a little troubled, "You have a loud voice," he cautions, but sees how excited I am and smiles quickly.

"Light, wind, trees and water are the attributes I have, but the best part is wind. But I couldn't see it in the dark, so I made it a bad light."

With that said, I was a little good at distracting that rich breast.

"He's not good at that. So, how long does that fly? How long can you shoot me? Did you learn the spell at school? How powerful..."

I get excited and I ask one question after another.

She answered my question as she looked at me with a frightening glance.

"The arrow of light is about 100m (melt). If you fly that far, it's almost powerless, so if you're going to use it for an attack, it's like thirty melts. How many times... I think I can do it fifty times, but I don't know..."

Summarizing her story, she has as much range and power as a regular bow. They say the magic they use, though sensory, is about one to two percent of all magic. The spell also held down the basics, but it was not a fixed one.

With a little shuddering at my questioning attacks,

"That sounds really fun. You want to use that much magic?," he laughs.

"There was no magic in the world I was in. It only existed in the story. I don't know what to say...... yes, it's a childhood dream. He wants to use it once, even if he knows it's a fairy tale..."

I'm still excited. I was talking hot.

Later, from Liddy,

"I was so excited to think Zach was someone else then. I'm surprised," he said.

I just talked to him for about five minutes, and my excitement finally subsides.

I was embarrassed by my actions and felt a little off to delude myself, "Now, teach me magic. Dr. Liddy," he bows his head.

"Now I'm going to start my magic class," she said as she erupted a little into my appearance.

Then there was a magic class for about an hour.

"You're good at adjusting magic, so suddenly I think you can use magic. But let's start with something simple. Let's start by explaining the spell…"

They say spells are words that efficiently convey to the spirits of each attribute what the surgeon wants them to do.

As a composition of the spell, the name of the attribute God is uttered to identify the attribute you want to use. Next, tell them what form you want to transform the power of the Spirit into, and tell them to give magic to the Spirit. Where the power of the Spirit has taken the desired form, chant the keyword to activate it.

This will be the composition of the spell, but just saying it won't be established as magic, and it's important to imagine it strongly, he said.

(Do you mean that the spell complements the image? I don't know much about spirits. Is that what you see?

I can't really imagine an invisible spirit.

"Is Spirit what you see? I know what a god is because I met him."

"You're really out of standard," she groans, sighing heavily.

"There are quite a few people who can see the Spirit. But I've hardly heard anyone say they saw God."

"Well, I don't know if I'm really a god, either. But there's a god, isn't there a lot of talk about seeing him?

"All I know is that as much as the patriarch of Light God said that. Even that man met the God of Light (Lucidus). From God of Creation to God of the Three Lord, to God of Attributes... there are no more words."

I'm wary of talking about religious entanglement.

"Maybe it's a pretty bad thing?" I heard.

"Right. Phototheism, when you say that to the clergy of the Temple of Light, they're going to say," Divergent! "or," I'm blaspheming God! "Well, I think normal people only have a“ what are you talking about ”reaction.

If you ask me more about phototheism, apparently it's a radical group in a religion that makes Lucidus, God of Light, the only absolute God. In order to obtain the land of faith, they have beeped west of the Caerm Empire and even made a country called the Holy King Luke.

(A combination of state power and religion? That sucks. I definitely need to avoid being eyed by a religious state...... whoa, that's out of line)

Back to the original magic story because the story went out of line.

"That's a little off the record. Don't you have a simple magic trick I can do?

Liddy puts her hand on her chin and leans her little neck slightly to think.

Because it looks strangely good on you.

(These childish tricks are cute, too. Drinking alcohol and a little sweet trick or something...)

Looking at her with that in mind, you come up with something, you pound your hand.

"There was an easy one. The magic of making water. The magic of making water. This will consume less magic, and you should be fine."

Yeah, well, he told me the spell right away.

And hold the jock you were drinking until just now,

"Remember the spell I say.“ The god of water (Fonce), guardian of the boiling fountain. Give me the blood of a clean soul. I do not offer the power of my life as a price. Boiling out, fresh water. "

At the end of her spell, liquid springs up in the jock.

I was surprised by the sight, but desperately trying to learn the spell.

Repeat the spell several times in your mouth and nod at her where you thought you could.

"I'll try now. If there's anything strange about watching, I want you to tell me."

I take a deep breath once as she watches and then slowly start casting spells.

"The god of water (Fonce), guardian of the boiling fountain. Give me the blood of a clean soul. I do not offer the power of my life as a price. Boiling out, fresh water."

I'm done casting spells, but nothing happens.

I look at Liddy's face as I drop my shoulders disappointingly.

"What was wrong with you? The spell must have been perfect."

She's laughing small, wondering if my depressed appearance was weird.

"I told you earlier. Imagine it with a spell."

I forgot to imagine it because I was only focused on casting spells.

(How do you make an image of water? I also regret asking Liddy, so think for yourself)

I make water, so I come up with a classic condensation.

But I reconsidered whether I could secure the amount of water she made with condensation. It is true that condensation is the easiest to understand, but the moisture content in the air should have been about 20 to 30 g per cubic metre, even with 100 percent humidity. If the amount she put out needs to collect moisture from a fairly wide range.

(Condensation is not possible. If you can imagine it, you can think of moving it through invisible piping from where the water is. Right, let's say there's water in the basement. Pump it up with a magic pump. Connect the invisible plumbing to the bottom of the jock... OK, I think I should!

When I decide on policy, I breathe again and cast a spell slowly.

"The god of water (Fonce), guardian of the boiling fountain. Give me the blood of a clean soul. I do not offer the power of my life as a price. Boiling out, fresh water."

It feels like the magic I've saved in my right hand is falling out soooo far.

As the magic falls out, the water slowly builds up in the jock. I was excited about my first successful magic.

But soon the excitement cools. Because the gushing water kept accumulating and overflowing from the jock.

I try to stop in a hurry, but I can't stop out of a hurry.

"Stop releasing magic. Put the magic you saved in your hands back on your body!

With her voice I was able to stop the release of magic, and the water finally stopped.

"I'm stunned. If you succeed so easily, there's no point in me coming. Oh, let's go home now."

He didn't like the fact that I had succeeded easily in just two occasions, making a pointy, obstinate look at his mouth while doing the sort of writing with his fingers.

(Perhaps it is true that the spiritual age that Master Ji said was the same as Mel's. Or are you sweet on me? You look like a four-year-old to me?

"I won't say such lonely things. Liddy was there so I could use it. You can be proud of this, this. I want you to tell me a lot more, Dr. Liddy."

I praise Liddy for being cute and obstinate as she wipes down the wet floor.

She said, "You have no choice. I'll keep telling you," he said, holding me tight.

From the edge, my beautiful sister is just holding her little brother tight, but in my mind, all sorts of emotions were swirling.

Yes, I was beginning to fascinate her. I was fascinated by its appearance, but the childish tricks that I occasionally show, especially the sweet look on my face that I want you to be with, were beginning to develop a protective appetite to protect me.

(I don't even want to protect you with a four-year-old's body. I really resent this little body. If we'd met since we were older......)

My mind is disturbed by excessive skinship.

A helpless self who has no power to pull apart and remains to be.

I never hate this situation. Rather, a cruel situation that even seems preferable, but reminds me of my powerlessness.

I can't help but make a bright voice and tap her shoulder lightly.

"Yes, yes, thank you for your continued support. Because if you don't wipe the water out sooner, it will stain the floor."

To my word, she rushes to start wiping the floor.

(I don't know what you think of me... I don't even have to think about it. Just a kid I know. Just a student......)

I left her room with no excitement or aftertaste that the magic had succeeded, leaving a word of "tiredness".