Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

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"Can magic be used? That sounds like a lot of fun."

The visitors arrived at short notice.

The next person to come to my study was someone who was happy to talk to me.

However, he is wearing full body armor and does not know what he looks like.

I'm basically setting a guy up here so he can't step in, and since he's got a frill apron, I think he's definitely a girl first

But I'd like to see your face.

I hope not.

"What kind of contract is that, by the way?

"Oh, you asked me good things"

In order to be a user of Grimoire, we have to make a little deal.

Well, you can think of it as a simple procedure using a magic circuit.

It does sound frigid to the word 'contract'.

Most people might suspect there might be a trap here.

But I want you to feel safe.

This one doesn't make any big demands.

Because I'm just looking for a user in my hobby.

However, Washi is not a doctrine that speaks only to those who are promising in the future.

That's why you have to be well equipped to step in here in the first place.

"There are three main things, putting a book cover on the eagle first. It shall be decayed three times a day. Let's hope for some more pressed flowers. Then always wash your hands when you open them. Reading while eating and drinking is also NG"

That's what I'm going to say. I'm going to put up a contract.

What do you say, easy?

The point is, I want you to treat the magic book (Grimoire) carefully.

That's all.

"Yeah. That's really easy. Don't worry, I'm a man who keeps his word."

"Good. Then why don't we sign a contract soon? First, I want you to be prominent in this document."

I didn't expect the story to go so smoothly.

I almost swallowed and cried with gratitude just because the last time was last time.

"But before you do, let me read the contract properly, okay?

"If you don't know for sure, ask me what it is."

She has read the text over and over in her mind.

Nothing. I didn't set a trap or anything.

Perhaps it is also some bitter memory in the past? You think, for example, a terrible man owed you money?

After a while, she took a brush apparently convinced...

"Huh... what is this?

"What's the matter with you?

"The ink disappeared along the way."

I had a bad feeling.

What she is holding is a brush that replaces the magic power of the user with ink.

The only thing that doesn't work is if she's out of magic or has contractual problems.

"... can't a young lady have protection?

"Yes."

Oh, I wonder what that means.

The eagle sighed.

"Unfortunately, we have a contract with someone with protection."

Coverage is the generic name of those with magic circuits incorporated into their bodies.

I mean, it's in the same state as we already have another sorcery contract, and we're going to have a double contract. If you force it to do so, the circuit will malfunction and neither effect will be fulfilled.

"I mean, you can't handle me."

"Right. Then there's no choice."

The all-body armored daughter shook her head unfortunately.

Yeah, I'm disappointed, too.

I wonder what it means to say that I thought I was finally the new owner I found.

"By the way, Grandpa"

"I don't know what."

"There's nothing you don't know," you said earlier.

Um, of course.

Sage.

"Then there's one thing I need you to tell me."

"Bye. Is that a way to reincarnate? Is that another way to get to the world? Or is it the way the child with the protection is exchanged?

You don't have to ask me anything at this time.

"No, it's not such a big story. I'm just looking for a book called Making Confectionery Today, but if you know where it is, I want you to let me know."

"... or that again"

I reluctantly give you the same answer that I used to say.

When she thanked her for being satisfied with it, she walked away soberly through the door.

The backward appearance that the shards don't seem to be uncompromising also rubs and injures the pride of the eagle.

Ha. I don't say luxury.

Can anyone please become the owner of this book of magic?

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"Mr. Sendak."

"... what are you"

But the next visitor was unwanted.

Young man with long haired eyelids wearing black apron.

It's definitely something called Fujiwara.

I don't like this guy.

Because more than being a man, something called talent is less useful than ordinary people without shards.

But I also don't care that it is an exceptional presence during exceptions with various bullying parts.

"Like what? How many times have I told you not to come here?"

"I heard that our employees and regular customers were about to be made famous by the quotes, contracts, voiced by suspicious old people in the library."

"Does it bother you that you seem like a pathetic suspicious person when you only listen to words?

"I was just stating the facts, so wouldn't you be right if that sounds like it"

With a frigid grin. Well with Bella Bella.

To the habit of a warm looking personality, that unpleasant way of doing things that came tucked away seemed not to resemble his master.

I don't care. Oh, I don't care.

"By and large, weren't we planning on sitting back closely on our own research for thousands of years?

"It's been a while since I've played with my pretty stomach and what's wrong with it"

"Even if you are descended from a good old magician, I think you should weigh in on such remarks as Grandpa Sobe."

That's terrible. Hey. Now that's probably straightforward.

Why don't you wrap some more words in a soft blanket.

"I can tell my master that it hurts too much but seems too much?

I don't want that. That's a real act of teasing.

I panicked.

"Eine Kleine! No one can do that! He's a very crude woman. We have to stop him at all costs!

It was sixty years ago.

She started hitting the thieves with a wash by saying she forgot the weapon she was going to give you to hunt the bandits, as usual.

By the way, what do you think you did?

I received the enemy's sword on the cover.

Since then, the beautiful surface cover of the eagle has had a big ugly flaw.

So he and I decided that we were never going to act together again.

She's beautiful, she's glamorous, she was a charming woman full of extraordinary talent, but she couldn't help it.

It doesn't necessarily mean we can look around any kind of disaster if we come in together.

"Oh Kuwabara Kuwabara"

"So if you're stupid, I'll listen to you, so please don't make any more weird noises, okay?

"I don't want it. I don't want a man. By and large, you're supposed to be able to come here with specifications except for women, but how do you get in here every time?

"It's a secret."

You're making a complete fool out of this guy.

There's nothing Sage doesn't understand. Is that true?

"Then please do. Otherwise, we'll seal it up and dump it in the warehouse."

"Okay, okay, okay."

As the eagle waved away, Fujiwara shrugged her shoulders and headed back to the door.

"... oh yeah"

But as I remember something, I call back.

I thought we should hurry up, but I soon notice a good looking eagle.

"As far as it goes. You want to ask me something too, don't you?

And you'll see to it that you even have the contents of that question.

This is still the man who was once called the 'Wise Man'. The same thing has happened three times already.

"If it's a book called Making Confectionery Today -"

"No, not at all. They made cookies, so I said," Why don't you eat them? "

"... shall I take it"

Bringing food in here was a forgiving story, but, well, if it's a stomach-baked one, it's not a story.

You can have it.

When I receive it from Fujiwara, I stab the nail, "Don't come again," and then let it go back to its original world.

Then the eagle grabbed the dried baked sweets.

"... what did the biscuits taste like?"

This may be the first time I've been born to eat.

Apparently, there's a difference between the information you get from your knowledge and your actual experience.

There's still something in the world that I don't even know about.

"So let's take a look at the study of taste for a while until the visitors arrive."

When he turned to his desk, he decided to open the reading book and continue his research.

Ha, I hope next time someone will show up to sign me a contract......

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Identification Card: Book of Enlightenment

"Tell the phoenix chick, give your blood - or the world will knock, twist the knob, open the door, like a gargantuan gate soldier"

Speaking of 'Sage (Weissman)' Sendak, he is one of the descendants of a good old mage so famous that no one knows his name.

Leaving the name of genius wanting it from an early age, and having completed every discipline in the ivory tower, he transformed himself into a single book at the end of his life.

This is its guide book, The Book of Enlightenment.

Whoever has this book has universal knowledge, but it is said that two conditions are necessary to own it.

One is to be a woman.

And the other is that he is the owner of so much talent as is expected of him.

Not so sure as to be true or false, but as warriors of the land of fire, or as sword kings of the kingdom of the Trojan horse, or as court magicians of the peripheral kingdom, the owners who actually made their name for themselves in history, without exception, seem to have excelled in their work and also to have been women.

Now this book had disappeared from the tabular stage of history at some point on the border, but it was picked up by a little dark elf girl in a desert country.

It is said that she, who was above her poor body, looked up to Sendak as a mentor, acquired the skill to live, and eventually became the master of a small granting tool store.