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"Magic Arrow"

At the same time, a white arrow is released from my hand pointing diagonally upwards. It ran in the sky in a straight line and hit birds flying far away.

The bird does a screaming trick, then falls straight down out of balance as it is.

Apparently, it was for dinner today.

I started walking in the direction of the bird's fall.

Magic Arrow.

It is the magic of striking an arrow of magic out of the hand you have offered.

It is a classic and initial step in witchcraft that even young children know. It is no exaggeration to say that all sorcerer apprentices will remember first.

Yeah, I'm no exception again.

It was the first magic I ever learned.

It's the last magic I remember.

The words now represent my twenty-six years of life as it were. Just two lines. That's everything in my life.

I was born in the Marquis family, a nobleman.

I was born as the eldest son, but I wasn't a very good person to do it. He was often compared to his brilliant brother and punched in the pussy.

"It's a shame about you, Alberto. Exactly like a picture of stupidity. I feel really sorry for you compared to your brother! My chest hurts when I think about how your parents feel. If the order in which they are born is the other way around, it can be troubling!

I'm sorry to hear that.

I couldn't say anything back. Because that's true. Because even my parents' eyes staring at me admitted it was true.

But there was only one talent for me like that - no, something that I was believed to be talented.

That's magic.

I could have used a magic arrow without any particular training.

I was only ten at the time.

That really surprised everyone.

"That stupid brother has a talent for witchcraft!

It was the first moment a light of joy and pride appeared in the eyes of my parents looking at me.

Then I immersed myself in studying witchcraft.

In the end, there wasn't more magic to use but Magic Arrow, but my parents watched over me.

"Alberto, a magician is a profession that can only be severely trained from an early age. There's no rush yet."

I believed in my talents again.

I can, I'm sure I can be someone. Because of this talent, I was not blessed with all my other talents.

When I turned fifteen, I went to the magic school in Wangdu to prove it.

And...

That's where I was frustrated.

Not because I was overwhelmed by the height of the levels around me. Before that, I couldn't overcome my own low level.

I couldn't remember magic other than magic arrows.

Only the school of witchcraft had a large number of students who were already able to handle about ten sorceries.

I thought. When I catch up one day.

But I couldn't remember any new magic. The difference just opens up everywhere.

On the contrary, I started to be made a difference by the students who were on the same level as me. While I stop at Magic Arrow alone, the other students learn new sorcery with Gungu.

I was the only one left behind.

The magician's stature is determined by the number of sorceries that can be used.

Soon I was an inferior student from Prodigy.

In the end, I escaped from the School of Magic less than a year later. It is not voluntary expulsion. I literally ran away. I took my stuff out of the dorm and ran away without telling anyone anything.

Something you didn't doubt because you believed I had it, the fact that it didn't. The reality that I was nothing but stupid.

They beat me to death.

They were hunted down. So much so that we can only escape.

My parents gave me money as a living expense, so I wandered off for a while. Because I didn't want to go home. My parents' cold eyes - I was afraid to see that.

But I ran out of money.

I didn't know the world at the time. Noble child. I'm not even smart enough to live alone.

Having trouble eating, I knocked on my parents' gate.

What I was waiting for was the cold eyes of my parents and brother.

said the father.

"The face of the house is dirty."

and.

"I also have a lot of aristocratic children in that school. Thanks to you, my house is a laugh. It's a shameless house that ran away from school."

And here's how I went on.

"Is dullness still dull? You should have locked yourself in the house without expecting anything. At least it didn't scratch my family name."

Dull.

That was the first word I heard from my real father's mouth. I knew my father thought so of me, but my father seemed to have some consideration for being a father, and I had never said that to me before.

My father finally uttered the word.

"Chi, Father -"

I opened my mouth. I thought I had to say something.

But my father didn't lend his ear. I uttered words as if to ignore my remarks, etc.

"Enough. Don't talk. Don't do anything. Don't make me expect anything. You don't have to be here. You just have to disappear from before us."

And finally, I added:

"You are in exile. Don't ever name Luminous again."

I was kicked out of the house.

Even so, I wasn't expelled without a sentence. My father provided me with a place to live just for my last duties as a father, and he also sent me to cover my living expenses.

In other words, it's a deposit.

Then ten years.

I live alone now in a given residence. Until a few years ago, I had an old maid to look after me around, but I retired because of my age.

There was no new maid. Because he was gaining life to the extent that he could dismantle the bird that struck him down.

While I was thinking about it, I got to where I was going.

"There was."

Coming out of the woods, I found a bird falling on the meadow.

My house is a short distance from the King's Capital. It's an idyllic place surrounded by dense woods. Originally it seemed to be a villa owned by an old nobleman whom my father knew, and my father gave it to him.

I approached a bird that was out of stock.

Bitter.

Because someone was sitting in the shade of the tree beside it, the street that leads to the king's capital.

Sure, it's a street to the King's Capital, but people rarely go by because this isn't the main route.

So I didn't think there were people.

A man in a white robe. I don't even know my gender because I wear a hood softly and lie down on my face.

You didn't even notice me. It didn't even work.

I don't care who it is, but I'm just a little embarrassed to think they heard me talking to myself earlier.

It doesn't matter. Let's just retrieve the bird and walk away.

When I was on my way back to the woods...

Dosari.

There was a strange noise. When I looked over there, a traveler was lying resting in the shade of a tree.

……

I thought, oh, no. My posture was unnatural. It didn't feel like falling asleep, but suddenly falling asleep.

I approached the traveler.

"Hey. You okay?

No reply.

I fell on one knee and shrugged the traveler's shoulder. No reaction. But thanks to you, I saw the traveler's face.

It was a woman.

When you were a year, would you be about fifteen? She's a girl with bright white hair stretched out to her shoulders like snow. Its face is white by the time it is pathological, and its breathing is rough. Reaching for the neck muscle was horribly hot.

"... do you want to take care of it at home..."

It is also true that there are a few strays. I want to avoid trouble - it doesn't mean. I'm free anyway. I don't mind this much.

The question is, how about I take a young woman on my own, who is strange to the house where I live alone, and whose consciousness is hazy?

"... Ugh..."

Leaks the exhale that a woman seems to suffer.

I sighed.

They don't have much time to worry about it. I held up a woman's body while I prayed she wouldn't make a weird mistake.