The Magus of Genesis

"Innis!"

Next day.

When I head to college with Cruse, I call on the fluffy, swinging couch.

"That teacher, he came here today properly. Era, eh, eh."

Innis replied in a sarcastic tone, gobbling on the couch as usual.

"You just took a day off."

"But I'm the one who's called the Lazy Witch, right? I didn't even skip school with you, but I was wondering if my teacher was off cheating."

Yes. Too much, as usual.

I don't know exactly how old Innis is, but it's still nearly seventy years since she got into college. That means you're definitely over eighty.

At that point, as a human being, he has quite a long life, but Innis looks the same as he did at the time. He only looks like a teenager, he's still looking like he could even say he's young.

The lack of change that seems to make sense when it comes to child-faced elves, but she is a genuine person. Even my ears aren't pointy, and my parents know enough to name me back in their thirties.

"I'm sorry. I need to ask Innis something."

"What do you want to hear?

I nodded at her with my neck hanging, and I said.

"About the magic of immortality that you use."

Once, when she was surprised and inquired about her appearance so unchanged, she revealed it softly. At that time, I was also explained to the principle, but I couldn't be very interested in the difficulty, so I went through...

"Fine. Then I'll explain. First of all, the human body is extremely plastic compared to other species. This is called plasticity, and when the height of each individual with A is taken as B, the difference between the distribution of the average value C and that of C is divided by the total of C deducting A from one of B…"

"Wait, wait, wait, wait."

I hurriedly stopped Innis from taking his notebook off the couch and writing down his formula with a slur.

"What I want to hear is a simpler story."

Even if they give me numbers and explain them from theory, I don't understand them at all. I didn't even know how to read the formula she was writing in the first place.

"That's a conferring magic trick, isn't it?

"That's right, then. Because my specialty is conferring magic."

Innis overruled my question, even though he seemed somewhere dissatisfied. She's called a lazy witch or something, but she suddenly comes alive only when she explains her field of research. Few, including her disciples, were able to keep up with it.

"So what about me or the elves that live long?

"……… Maybe not."

Innis answered after a few thoughts.

"When I first wanted to create the magic of immortality, the first thing I thought about was turning my old flesh into a young flesh."

I snort. I guess that's a way for everyone to figure it out first.

"But as you know, magic is a thing that goes back to normal if it expires. If it expires, it will return to the original old man, and there is a great deal of power for it to make a big difference. You can't turn an old flesh into a young flesh. Elves and little fairies...... and then, mermaids. Maybe a race as good at magic as that can do it. Elves don't originally need magic."

There is a difference between the strength of magic and race. For convenience, we call it magic, which has been fairly obvious since the magic was done.

"Even mermaids can't do it. Unless you pay a big price."

"The price…… the price. I see. Was there a way to do that?"

Innis is relieved of my words, buries herself on the couch and thinks something.

"So, how's Innis doing?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Er, so abusively, I'm getting rid of the function of getting older from my body. Then just call me back regularly."

When she calls out to her buried in thought, Innis answers that.

"... that's..."

"Yes. Aging is growth and backdrop. I don't grow older than I use this magic trick, but I don't grow. But dragons and elves don't, do they?

I nodded. Elves grow extremely slowly at some age, but they still don't change at all. Even Nina, who counts a thousand years old, is changing a little bit.

Mine is more pronounced. It is the human figure that remains the same, but the dragon figure of nature is getting bigger year after year. If the year for the dragon is ninety-eight, I'm finally about ten. You can call it a growing season.

"When we talk about teachers, dragons and elves don't have a lifespan, do they?

"Maybe."

"If so, why do dragons and elves grow? If you can live forever without dying, you don't even have to have children. You just have to look complete from the start."

To Innis's question, I was stuck with the answer. That's because that's what I accepted. I feel that birth and growth are more essential than being creatures. But in that case, death is essential.

"Conversely, if you're going to have kids and grow up, you have to have a lifespan. That's what plasticity is."

Innis clearly said so.

Indeed, if there is no life expectancy but only an increase in numbers, eventually this world will be filled with its seeds alone. Not to mention that unlike elves, fire dragons have no natural enemies. It doesn't matter how low the breeding power is, one day it will be full of fire dragons.

Is there some mystery that hasn't happened right now...... or is it a time on the way to it?

"Hey, Innis. Can anyone use the magic of immortality that Innis uses?

Unexpectedly, until then, Cruse, who had listened in silence, asked such a question.

"I guess I can't yet. I haven't been able to formalize it. So this isn't magic, it's magic."

Innis answers it with a sinister face. Magic in general, which alters the nature and shape of matter and flesh, is called imparting magic, and replacing it with descriptions in letters, is called stylisation.

When people use magic, it is apparently unconsciously controlled. But when you describe the spell in letters, whoever activates it will have the same effect. In other words, the unconsciously controlled part will slip out.

Replacing unconscious control with letters for the same effect becomes dramatically more difficult the more complex magic. The magic of immortality must have a divine sense of Innis. The day when the average life expectancy in the village of Hiiro jumps still looks far away.

"You're with Ala-kun until you knit that advanced magic, and you still can't confess?

In my eyes I did see an innocent Cruce inquiry pierced Innis' chest as a spear.

"Hey, how do you know such a story..."

"I think Ala is the only one who doesn't know anything."

To Innis squeezing the words out like a groan, Cruse frowned as confused.

It had to be more than forty years before I witnessed Innis crying unwittingly, and now Cruse seems to be able to fully understand her thoughts.

"Yes, that's good! We still have plenty of time..."

Innis insisted, but somehow he also felt that the margin was picking up the possibility. I don't feel that I would have been more prepared to convey my thoughts if I had less life left.

"Well, why did you hear about the art of immortality again? It's none of your business, Doctor or Cruise."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I wanted to know, it doesn't matter"

I nodded at Innis coughing to deceive me.

What is mysterious and what is not? This is a difficult issue.

Is it something on the extension line of the technology we have now, or is it endless wonder?

If you're sure about that, it's the quickest way to ask someone who's at the cutting edge of the technology they have right now. That, to my knowledge, was definitely Innis.

"... I'm not sure, but so what the teacher's been worried about here lately solves?

Whoa. Did Innis spot you, too? Apparently, I'm quite prone to attitude.

"Well, this isn't all of it. I have someone else I need to talk to. I'm a little far away from where I live......"

Innis is, to my knowledge, the magician who knows modern technology best.

There is nothing in existence that would have the widest knowledge, though.

"Isn't it Hiiro Village?

With this, Leo will be able to establish himself as the fourth faction in the current three-ways succession war.

I nodded and replied to the criss-crushing.

"It's my parents' house."