Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"I'd like to hear that too."

Garb stopped by from behind and said so.

He must have come to make sure the game was over.

I was standing a little far away watching the game, but there's also Lorraine.

"Even so, Garb's pretty much guessing, isn't he?

When I asked him that, Garb said,

"... well, yeah. You look the same... but this time, when I first met you, I was feeling uncomfortable. The magic and the mind, when you can be, can tell what kind of signs are specific to an individual, but your magic was changing color from what you felt before. The increase in volume didn't bother me so much in itself. Some people say they suddenly have more magic because of something. However, in your case... the quality of magic was changing. It has to be something else."

Listening to Garb, as a novice in witchcraft, I thought so, but Lorraine looked bitter,

"What this guy is saying is not common. Indeed, it has been established that magic waveforms specific to individuals. I'm here... that's the first time I've seen it using precision magic props, etc. Even I can see the magic itself, but I can't tell it in so much detail. I don't know what to say...... I guess I should say that what Lord Garb is doing is like licking water and putting its origin on it. Do you think it's that easy?

That's what I said.

Lick the water...... instantly I think you've decided you can't.

Well, if you have palatable water, carbonated water, or other easily understandable features, you might be able to tell that, but that's about it at best.

It would be impossible for boulders to describe the region in detail.

In addition, water is enough to say a few things about the area, but there is a huge amount of magic.

It's a feeling I don't understand, but there must be a lot of things with similar magic, and it would be a hassle to discern them.

But to Garb, I can, you mean.

"In my case, I kept hiding it so people wouldn't see the magic. The feeling around here was quite polished. Five or ten years isn't good, it's a skill I've been polishing for decades. If it's easy, we'll be in trouble."

"Is that... because you had to hide that you were a sorcerer that you were a hat-haller?

Garb nodded when I asked him that.

"Oh, yeah. I could also hit my mentor. Maybe this is a special skill... Oh, that's good. Anyway, based on that feeling of mine, Lent, it was easy to realize that your magic power was very different from what it used to be... something different. Besides, there was Lorraine's phantom magic. It was a lot of blurring, but it was uncomfortable. I would have talked about changing my constitution or something like that. They say there are submissive demons... including all of that, keep thinking about it... so. Oh, my God."

Oh, I guess that means, oh, I'm really turning into something special and (...) there is.

So he says the quality of magic has changed, his combat ability has improved, and his physique has changed.

Maybe there were too many tips for Garb.

Still, it's amazing to be able to guess... but I can't help but hide whatever I've been told so far.

I decided to be honest.

"... as you can guess, I've changed. Now, this isn't about the people anymore. Probably... a demonic body. As a result, I didn't have to come with feathers or sleep at night to be fine or obedient...... I mean, I had family members. The staple foods are people's blood... I can just have a normal meal too. Your eyes, look closely, they're red, right?

Hearing that, even though I knew most of it, both Garb and Capitan open their eyes.

And he peered into my eyes.

"... Sure, you're blushing. It's inconspicuous because it looks dark because of the mask... but if you look closely, the colour has changed from what it was before"

"Sounds like... red eyes, obeyed family, blood-soaking demons... well, I mean, is that it? Are you telling me that demons have become vampires, even demons?

Even the boulder galves couldn't tell the race.

It's an odd reaction to hear that an admired, amusing, disciple turned into a demon, but that's how he came to ask me.

I nod and answer.

"Oh. I guess, but now I'm a kind of immortal Undead, junior vampire Lesser Vampire. I can use holy chi, there's nothing special about going to church, I don't wear holy water, I don't burn, and the sun's fine."

"Well again... that's convenient. But maybe?

Lorraine explained that you had doubts about the way I said it, when Garb strangled you.

"As you can see from the description of Lent now, even if he is a vampire, because its characteristics are too different from those of the normal vampire Vampire. It's the truth of the matter that I say I can't be sure if it's really the vampire Vampire. It's just that there are so many different kinds of vampires... and I'm guessing that people don't know, they're subspecies... to that extent."

"Hmm...? Sure, you don't feel like the magic of a regular vampire, Vampire. The magic they have gets a more, more snuggly feel. Comfortable signs of darkness... I don't feel that kind of bias in Lent."

Is Garb a magic sommelier. Say that.

Lorraine can tell? And I turned my gaze on him, but he shook his head with a bitter face.

I guess all this is Galb's special skill.

Or has this guy met close enough to appreciate the magic of the vampire Vampire?

"You've met the vampire Vampire?

I was curious and I asked him that, and Garb nodded,

"Oh, I don't see it that way these days. When I was young, I used to work with a lot of caravans around here. I know a lot about caravan people. In today's world, you're often treated like a bad person, but you're essentially no different from a human race."