Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Then Leticiel carefully explained to Mirandaletto what sorcery was.

"… is the basic knowledge of magic."

"Heh... you had that power...!

After hearing the full explanation, Mirandaletto was floating a sparkling smile filled with anticipation, unlike the half-hearted look he had just had.

For those of us in this day and age, for those whose magic is universal, low magic is hopeless.

That would be one or two of my expectations if I found out that lower magic would be easier to use, and yet more powerful than magic.

"Dear Drossel! How strong exactly is it? I can only shoot shoddy magic. Can I even blow that much?!

"Yes, of course. Rather, someone who can only shoot shoddy magic can use stronger magic. Mira can be proud of her lack of magical talent."

"Yes......!

It was a word I'm not sure if I'm complimenting or disparaging, but the person I was told is happily motivated.

"Let's start with the practice of collecting magic vegetables. Try calling the magic vegetables in the air into your palms."

"Mmmm... magic, magic, magic, magic..."

"Well, you don't have to be so crummy..."

It's understandable that Mirandaletto, who only knows magic, suddenly doesn't get an image when he tells me to call an unknown substance called magic... this is creepy.

"... ah! My palms are kind of pounding!

"Looks like you've been well collected. Next time, think of the basic art of fire in your head."

"The basic technique of fire? Uh... is that the one the teacher taught you? Or the one that Master Drossel rewrote?

"You can have the one I taught you. That's better for the first time, isn't it?

Following Leticiel's instructions, Mirandalette roars with her eyes closed and a difficult face. Magic is obscure as long as it's chanting, but it's good with nori and tension, but magic is magical.

At first there was no reaction, but eventually the air on Mirandaletto's palm began to shake with a lilac, and at one moment a pong and orange fireball appeared.

The size is about one turn larger than a clench. I use a magic formula that puts the worst out of me, so I can't help but be small.

"Now let's imagine the way I rewrote it."

"Oh, wait a minute! Then give me the class notes!

That's what I said and started fishing for the bag again, Mirandaletto. A lot of things come out of her bag. Textbooks, brush boxes, small storage, notebooks - …….

I've had an idea, and Leticiel picks up Mirandaletto's notebook. I just looked at the contents and it was white.

Hands on the notebook, Leticiel unfolds his magic. What you use is the magic of transcription. It is the art of engraving the image in the surgeon's brain over objects designated as letters and shapes.

At the end of the transcription, Leticiel turns the notebook perky. In the first few pages, eight rewritten basic surgical formulas, previously transcribed by Leticiel, are engraved precisely as letters.

"Master Mira, you don't have to look. Because I have transcribed the correct magic ceremony in this notebook."

"Yeah!? When!? Is that magic too? Or is there a difference between a magic ceremony and a magic guidance ceremony?

"Well, the poorly done ones taught at school are magic ceremonies, and this one is magic guiding ceremonies. You can use magic in a magic trick ceremony, so you can try it again. Because it's so easy."

"Really!? From now on, then, I will use the Magic Ceremony!

Mirandaletto became like a child when he said he was amazing at the fact that the magic he activated using the magic guiding ceremony was bigger than the previous one.

Mirandaletto's magic training by Leticiel continued afterwards, and by the time an hour had passed, Mirandaletto had also become quite accustomed to the treatment of magic.

"... by the way, the lower the magic, the easier it is to activate magic, right?

When I was resting on the bench, Fumi Mirandaletto asked me that with a serious look.

"Yes."

"So you're saying that Master Drossel, who has no magic whatsoever, works best with fairly witchcraft?

"Right. No magic is the best thing for a magician."

"Will you try magic for a second! Master Drossel's magic, I care!

I wondered what to do for a moment, but it was something Mirandalette would stare at with her sparkling eyes, so Leticiel eventually broke.

If positioned, there is a poor tree target in the back of the booth that I also saw in class. By the way, it's getting black because Mirandaletto used it to practice magic until just now.

Ever since I woke up with Drossel's body to think, all I've used is this morning's healing witchcraft and an earlier transcription. Leticiel was a little excited about the offensive sorcery he'd been using for a long time.

(Hmmm...... it doesn't seem to be very durable, and a scaled-down expansion of the basic surgical formula of fire would be enough?

A fireball of about 15 cm diameter appears in the palm of the hand raised by Leticiel. Originally, it's twice the size of this one, but since it narrowed the scale of the procedure there, it's also halved in power.

Molding it elongated and extremely careful of speed, Leticiel shoots out the fireball as a bullet. I thought shooting out too fast would penetrate the target.

As much as the common magic, the bullets of fire, emitted at intermediate speeds, neither fast nor slow, were sucked in slowly leaving a residual shadow in the air.

Dwong!!

The target explodes by scattering high volumes. It was a more flashy explosion than I expected, but Leticiel's calculations were that this should have extinguished the bullet of fire.

But the bullet of fire was toward a wall in the rear, without losing power or speed while smashing the target. With that in my eyes, for the first time, a rush floats in Leticiel's eyes.

(... Huh? Um, didn't you have the durability to take this much witchcraft?

Dogahhhhhh!!!

I hurriedly imparted a reverse motion vector to the fire bullet but couldn't kill the critical velocity, and the fire bullet landed on some of the walls surrounding the magic training field.

There is an extraordinary roar, and the ground trembles. The walls where the bullets landed are covered in dirt smoke and blown away by explosions, no matter where you look from. The ground around the blast site was tiny and exposed to an unbroken sight to see.

Leticiel was not stunned by the tragic situation… nor was his mouth blocked by the walls and the less brittle of the target.

Even in the past, the purpose of magic was made of wood, but there was absolutely the magic of structural strengthening, and it was normal not to freak out if you hit the magic of power to the extent of the basic technique.

And yet, what the hell is that desperate brittleness? Instead of the usual basic technique, I can't say anything through the fright that even those that have halved its power can't be shredded, and moreover kill its power and speed.

I can't help wondering why humans in this day and age are so fragile and satisfied. Wouldn't it even be training if it seemed to require frequent replacements so far?

It happens that her common sense and the common sense of the world today are eaten differently, but Leticiel hasn't noticed after all.

"............... one thing, may I ask...?

"What could it be?

"Are you serious about that now...?

"No? I shot him with considerable restraint. It's been a long time, so maybe your senses went crazy?

"... Oh, I suppressed it considerably with that...?

With an incredible face, Mirandaletto alternates between Leticiel's face and a broken wall.

"It's okay, Mira, if you train, you'll be able to sass things up."

"I'm rather afraid I'll be able to..."

"How come? You can fix it even if you break it?

"No... that's not the problem..."

Unknown powers that do not require magic, magic that exerts many times more power than magic in a suppressed state, and that alone is a story that common sense is going to suffocate with a golden scream.

I can fix it if I break it, or something. I'm not talking about it. Mirandalette became anxious about her future at the earliest possible moment, wondering if she was graduating from the human race.

(In the meantime, it's not good to leave...)

Side by side Mirandaletto, who is turning into a stone statue, Leticiel turns to the wall he has broken and uses magic to repair it crisply.

The stone statue of Mirandaletto, who saw it, progressed further, but Leticiel, who is turning his back, does not notice.

"... Miss Drossel?

Two, a beautiful tenor voice sounded familiar in the booth.

Gikku and Leticiel harden. I don't think there was anyone else, and Leticiel takes the time to turn around slowly.

At the end of the turn, Sieg stood in amazement dyeing his beautiful appearance. I wonder how long he's been there. Could they have seen me repair the wall?

"... what do you mean? You must have no magic. But why the wall..."

They were watching!! Leticiel felt like he was sweating nasty all the way to the back of his scalp. Nature and the number of blinks increases.

"Miss Drossel, what power is that?

"Uh..."

"Maybe it would be a bad thing for Miss Drossel if she knew?

………

"I swear to this life that I will never say anything else. So, would you please tell me the truth?

Zippy gaze is poured into the green right eye and the purple left eye, and Leticiel punctuates the pink left eye and the empty right eye.

(Hmmm...... what shall I do? I can't hide it through because I've been seen how many times, and erase my memory? No, you're not that serious)

Ultimately, Leticiel decided whether he could talk to Sieg or not, and made Sieg listen to the sorcery by making sure that there were no other people around him.

"…… that's a very interesting story, no power"

"Is it?

"Yeah, I'm very interested. Will it be available to me, too?

"It's..."

"Is that it? Isn't that Zeke!

The voice of Lucas, who had rushed into the training ground, echoed before Leticiel replied. Behind it follows a young man who had earlier hit him in the head.

"Uh... did you come while I was going to get the school director?

"Well, when I got here, there was nobody at the reception."

"What? Is that you, after all? That roar was your fault! So I'm always telling you to calm down!

"Hmmm...... why am I being angry? Well, that would happen in common sense."

The school director and the youth have all looked up to heaven, looked at Zeke with all the said eyes for whatever reason, and cast a subtle gaze at the Leticiers.

I don't know how they see Sieg with a jit eye, but seeing that, Leticiel thinks.

(Let's just both stop talking...)

Then, from now on, lock the entrance to the booth with magic. Don't let anyone else who doesn't matter come in on their own.

Because Leticiel doesn't like to be disturbed.