Foreigner's Mistake

Book 8: Chapter 160: Steady Advance ~ 13

The next morning, after receiving the bread and other items they had ordered, they left the town of Clatta. Driving a horse-drawn cart, their destination was the Haivan's checkpoint, which is located on the border with Liese.

Normally Satoru would be somewhat excited when entering a different country, but that was not the case this time. He is concerned that there is a plague spreading in the country of Liese where they were heading.

According to the information Rico had gathered in the town of Clatta, the infection is not very strong, but at first eczema appears on the skin, and pus begins to come out of the skin. Eventually, the internal organs weaken, the disease deteriorates, and eventually, the soul is destroyed and the person dies it is said that the disease can be cured if proper treatment is given in the early stages of the disease, but in Liese's country, which is not very powerful to begin with, the infection does not seem to have slowed down.

Even with Rico's information gathering, she could not get very good information about Liese's domestic situation. Even in the town of Clatta, medicinal herbs and other products were selling like hotcakes and were out of stock.

There is a saying that sickness starts with the mind.

In this world, in addition to physical strength, there is the element of magic power, and when the body is weak, the soul is also small, and magic power is also weakened. When the soul weakens first for example, old age it weakens the body as well.

For the time being, Satoru has prepared enough magical tools for everyone to counter Leia's Life Force Absorption as a precaution, so the probability of contracting an infectious disease has been lowered.

Since you cannot share your soul or transfer your magic power, prevention and strengthening your physical strength and soul are essential.

The way magic power is passed through the body, it can blow away even a slight illness. The magic power is efficiently circulated throughout the body.

Isolde said proudly, but at this point, only Solor is able to properly feel the flow of magic power, even at a modest level.

Satoru's biggest concern is Minerva.

He is worried about the effect on the child in her belly, and the mother's resistance and immunity are also lowered because of the child's nutritional needs. Even though Minerva is naturally proud of her physical strength and has more magic power than most people, the baby in her belly is not normal either.

You are overprotective. Well, I'm sure she'll be fine since it's just a normal disease that can be treated as much as you want.

Leia is optimistic, but Satoru would like to eliminate as much worry as possible. While riding in the suspension-less carriage, Satoru thought of what would happen if food and water were filled with magic power.

That's my idea, what do you think?

It is possible, but it would be remarkably inefficient. For example, suppose there is a pot full of water. Even if I put all my magic power into it, the effect would only be about one-hundredth to one-thousandth of what it would be.

Leia also realized this after she responded. What if it was Satoru?

What would happen if a large concentration of magic power was taken into the body was something that had been studied for a long time.

In the past, experiments such as drinking directly shaved magic stones have been tried, but it has been concluded that magic crystals and magic stones are no comfort at all because the amount of magic power decreases dramatically once they are disintegrated. There have also been experiments with putting magic power into bread, meat, etc., but the results have not been satisfactory.

What would my magic power do? Don't you think it's worth a try?

It'd be a hell of a thing if it worked.

The experiment was conducted when they stopped for a short break, with even Isolde getting excited.

Although it is not clear whether this is the case for all carriages in this world, the wheels are solid wooden spokes, but there is no suspension, and the road is simply a well-trodden street, so it was impossible to experiment with water because the shaking was so severe while the car was running.

After the two horses were given a tub of water, the experiment was conducted using a cooking tub.

Hmmm...

Satoru concentrated his nerves on the water that filled the tub and sent an image of pouring power from his fingertips. Satoru has not yet grasped the effect of Isolde's training, which is to solidify the image of magic power flowing throughout the body, and since he has been Granting the object through chanting so far, he has not yet grasped the feeling of putting magic power in his imagination.

Concentrate your strength on your fingertips with a rough sense, and from there become more conscious of sending pure force throughout the water; concentrate your consciousness for a count of 30, and then pull your fingers out of the water with a splash.

......How is it? I think I put a lot of magic power into it.

Satoru turned around to face Leia and Solor. Before Leia could use the art, Solor's silver eyes narrowed slightly. She must have exercised the art of reading magic power without chanting.

This is indeed a great density of magic power caged ...... but

But?

The magic power is volatilizing at a fairly rapid rate. Now it's about half of what it was at the beginning.

It took about 10 minutes from the time Satoru finished putting magic power into it to the time Solor reported. That's why she says it's volatilized to half.

No, it's still a huge concentration!

Leia is excited, but Satoru is somewhat sour. Solor nonchalantly reads the flow of magic power.

I think it would be a good idea to catch some beasts and give them something to drink. It would be dangerous to try it on a human.

I agree.

Satoru nodded in agreement with Isolde's advice.

In a certain Mistletoe of Normad, north of the center of the continent.

Unfortunately, the Mistletoe of Normad was in a state of decay. Originally, it was made by a nation called Yorkor, but about 150 years ago, Yorkor lost all of its leaders in a succession struggle that left the nation unable to function as a country. The people who lost their leaders were confused, and the country became a war-torn place where small countries stood up on their own and repeatedly fell into ruin and rose again.

Because of this state of affairs, the number of travelers who try to visit the area is extremely low, and no one is willing to maintain the Mistletoe of Normad lodge, which serves as free lodging for travelers.

Still, it has walls and a roof, so it still fulfills the role of a Mistletoe of Normad, even if only for a moment. There were three figures in this mistletoe that, by all accounts, no one would use.

Hmph. Such a thing happened near a Deep Green Forest.

A small man in a long robe with a hood pulled over his eyes nodded with a hint of amusement in his voice. Kneeling at his feet was a swordsman in partial sheet metal armor, a man who had fought many battles in the past. He continues his report with a reverent attitude with his sword at his side.

A short time later, the Chalk Tower of the Academy of the Wise in Ares exploded, and the Royal Castle, the Strahltraun, was crushed by a rock of extraordinary size that rained down on it.

...... the Academy of the Wise, eh.

The man in the long robe wandered thoughtfully behind his hood at the swordsman's report.

The series of disturbances that occurred in the city of Ares has been reported not only in the suburbs but also in various other places. This is because the Sorcery Guild is overseen by the Academy of the Wise, and what happens there is informed through the guild.

The Sorcery Guilds do not only work in the field of sorcery. The biggest income is from sending letters using the art of Transfer. Prices vary depending on the distance and number of letters, but of course, the price is not something that the general public can afford. The organization has developed in its own way by fixing the coordinates of the Transfer to reduce the amount of magic power consumed and by designating the designated location as a sorcery guild.

The Academy of Wise, the headquarters of this huge organization, is the dream of sorcerers all over the world, and the Chalk Tower is revered as a symbol of this organization.

The role of the High Mentor, who is in overall charge of the school, is by no means small.

It is said that Graham Coogan, the High Mentor, in his senility, failed a ritual and had an outburst.

The man in the long robe shook his head from side to side at the swordsman's report.

That's impossible. He was quite old, so he might have been a little senile. It's not likely that he would have had an outburst, even if it was a ritual.

Sorcery's outburstA person who aspires to become a sorcerer often has a deep spirit of inquiry and research, and there are many cases in which a person studies sorcery that he or she cannot master, and as a result, fails to control the sorcery, causing it to explode. The amount of magic power handled is enormous when it comes to rituals, so the damage from such an outburst would be great, but the man in the long robe brushed off the report published in the name of the Academy of the Wise.

Graham Coogan, who had been the head of the Academy of the Wise, was an adventurer-turned-sorcerer and had been in office the longest in the history of the Academy, surpassing even T'Lai, the first High Mentor of the Academy of Wise, who had established the foundation of the Sorcery Guild by developing the information network through the art of Transfer. He is an old sorcerer who boasted the longest tenure in the history of the guild. He was known for his serene and thoughtful personality, and although there were occasional hints of his dogmatic ways, his sorcery skills must have remained considerable even in his old age.

It is hard to believe that such a man would have been so foolish as to let ritual sorcery go wrong or even explode.

The man in the long robe was flanked by a beautiful, bewitching woman with lustrous black hair who stood silently by his side. Her skin, illuminated by the moonlight leaking through the cracked wall, was pale.

The man in the long robe plays with the beautiful woman's silky straight hair with his pale fingers and murmurs quietly.

Anyway, High Mentor Graham Coogan is dead.

It will be an academy funeral. I'm not surprised that he passed away, given his age.

The man in the long coat nodded and clenched his left fist several times to confirm something.

Still, it's okay. ...... Let's go take a look at it directly.

The woman in the long robe and the swordsman nodded gravely at the man in the long robe's mutterings.

Checking the swordsman man who stood up quickly, the long-robed man let go of his fingers that were playing with her hair and carved a mark in the hollow.

Group Transfer.

The man murmurs the words of art that only one human in this world is supposed to be able to use right now.

With a "pon," a sound like an explosion in the air, the three figures there vanished.

Immediately, the empty house was distorted with a cracking sound, and then it tilted and collapsed with a roar. It was as if all traces of human presence had been erased.

It would be three more days before it was discovered that this 200-year-old Mistletoe of Normad had collapsed.