The Magus of Genesis

- A creature born of magic.

That's why, demons.

Troll to Goblin, Oak, Auga......

That is how we named the meaty spirits who were once led by Algernon and who attacked the village.

There was resistance to calling it a demon because it was similar in its composition, but it became completely settled after Cruce himself sometimes used the word demon without any attention.

They were not spirits or corpse ghosts (ghouls), but creatures, as Cruces… at least once was.

What that means is eating food, drinking water - and making more kids.

Ever since I cursed Algernon and he was cut off from a bunch of rats, the demons seemed to lose the movement that was an organization and become just creatures.

Its appearance is no different than that of a wild animal, with weapons in a line-up, no shadow to see the movement divided into multiple units and sandwiched, and on the contrary, if they are of a different species, they may even compete with each other.

However, it is much more dangerous and ferocious.

They're as smart as the wild animals are, as they look like people.

He manipulates the tools freely, solves the language, and manipulates tactics to say nothing of naiveté compared to when he was led by Algernon.

And most importantly, it's troublesome.

- I can't make things, that's what I meant.

Because it was made by those rats, the demons could understand our language and use tools, but they couldn't make it at all. It's not just workmanship, it can't be done in a big way like architecture, or in a small way like cooking.

And all I could do was try to make up for that shortage by taking it away from others.

Eighty years after the battle with Algernon…… in the meantime, I have sought to reconcile myself with the demons many times.

The demons speak a word, albeit a word, and they can communicate themselves. It should be mutually beneficial to work together rather than hostile.

My idea of… never came to fruition. No matter how reasoned and polite you are. Even if we live together in a human village. Or even raising a child just after birth with a person.

The nature of the demons was unchanged and never compatible with men.

If the Goblins had dug and nested holes in the hills on their own, that might have created the possibility of coexistence... unfortunately, there was no such fact.

"Huh? Doctor, you haven't given up on that yet?

When I talked like that in the lab at the university, Innis said with his eyes round.

Sleeping on a sofa that floated in the sky the same way, she only looks like an early teenager, but she's a human but uses the magic of longevity, and it's time to count to two hundred big magicians. At the same time, he is also a long-time university apprentice in Dantotsu among my students, including long-lived species.

"The fact that you can't coexist with those guys means you've been trying them out scattered. Even if we had built our own nest, I don't think there's any chance that we could just get along as enemies."

Maybe Innis is right. The demons were created from those rats to kill humans. That's why I, too, have no hesitation in getting rid of the goblins.

... but on the other hand, they were just made that way. The feeling of pity was indelible.

"By and large, if they create a weapon, they really suck, and the teacher knows it."

Take the crossbow out of the sofa, Innis points it at me. And I put it down for a breath, and then pulled the trigger.

I reflexively flip my wrapped coat and cover my body. Innis' unleashed arrow made a hard noise and rolled onto the floor as it was bounced by the coat.

"I'm still slow to react. Even if it's a dragon, can't you react more painfully?

"The defense is on time."

I replied with a grumpy tone to Innis, making sure my coat was not scratched. That said, it could have been a dangerous place if she hadn't waited a breath.

"And dragons are probably not that good of a reflex nerve.... because I didn't have to avoid it."

of dragons... at least the scales of fire dragons are stubborn by the unusual. Because even when I was a young dragon, I didn't scratch a single nail of an armored bear, and on the contrary, I broke it.

But eighty years ago. The goblins, led by Algernon, let them pierce my scales with the arrows they unleashed. That's not to say that the bows and arrows they used were sharper and stronger than armored bear claws.

"Oh, yeah, that's what the teacher said. I can do that."

Innis hit his hand with a pound and took the odd device out of the couch again. The cylindrical body is shaken with a scale, and there is a blue liquid in it made of vitreous. The tip is stretched thin. That was, simply put, a giant thermometer-like appearance.

"Yes, try to pinch it beside that coat"

It looks just like a thermometer until you use it. As they say, I'll pinch it aside with my coat on. Then there was an increase in the amount of liquid in the main unit.

"And now you're activating defensive magic?

"No, I'm hanging up already."

"Are there ninety-eight in a vegan state? So dragons come to the top of the ecosystem."

I shook my head and Innis raised his voice.

I got her to make it. It's a magic meter. I've been using the word magic somehow. It was meant to represent its strength in numerical terms.

"What is that number based on?

"……… the magic I have squeezed with all my might is just a hundred"

When he asks a simple question, Innis answers that in a disgusting voice. It would mean that her full strength and my magic power, which did nothing in particular, would be roughly the same number. I feel kind of sorry for you.

"Ma, if you outnumber me a little, I'll stab you. Come on."

"Ouch! It hurts!?

Stick the arrow Innis picked up into my shoulder mouth. Even so, I needed to tickle it because it was to the point where I pressed it lightly over my clothes... but the arrow that was bounced even when I used the bow earlier did pierce my shoulder.

"Which...... n, the proof is complete! It's not like that, but at least there's no contradiction."

Innis pushes the magic gauge against the arrow and measures the magic stuck in its arrow. The scale indicated ninety-nine. It's a little lower than a hundred, I guess, because it's been a little while since I've had magic. When she tries to gently hand pay the surface of the arrow, the scale drops to ninety-seven.

I did it sassy, but it's such a horrible, tiny operation that I don't even know how to remove a little magic.

"Now this arrow shouldn't stab the teacher's coat anymore"

Innis said so and twirled the arrow over his finger, swinging it down to my shoulder as much as he wanted.

- And then.

"Huh!?

I screamed at the sharp pain running down my shoulder.

"Is that it? That's crazy. Why are you stabbing me?

With me on my ass holding my shoulders and rolling down the floor, Innis looks at the arrow strangely.

"You! I put magic into it………… Ugh!

I don't think he's bleeding sensibly, but it hurts terribly. The mole seems to be made.

"Doctor, I can't instantly magic a genius girl magician without chanting. Hmm, I wonder if the theory was wrong..."

"No, uhh..."

I also keep breathing, pointing out.

"Magic is... what you will, what you will use... in other words, will, it's all magic. If you wave down thinking," Let's stab him with an arrow "… the will will will be magic"

"…… I see. Can't it be prevented without subtracting that value? I see. Ah. No, I'm sorry."

Innis strokes the arrow again, apologizing for the snare without much of a bad appearance. While doing so, he moved the flying sofa to my side rolling on the floor.

"... what are you willing to...?

"I was wondering how much of it I would add."

"It's going to be hard to measure. Because the only time the will rides is probably at that moment of swinging down……………"

The Innis Magic Gauge takes several seconds to measure. You shouldn't be able to measure your intentions on a swinging arrow in time.

"Oh, no, Doctor."

But Innis laughed and said.

"Reduce your magic a little bit, and repeat until it stops stabbing you, you'll see."

"Hmmm. You're too much of a puncture to be very helpful!

"Keep the scatter pierced and the result is it......"

I vented a grudge as I calmed down.

The experiment of stabbing arrows in my coat while decreasing the magic put in the arrows one by one was not stabbing or stabbing or the results were very unstable. It seems that Innis' willingness to stab is roughly between ten and thirty in magic conversion, but that only affects her feelings.

Sometimes he swung down the momentum but was bounced, and sometimes stabbed slowly or stabbed. From the second time on the boulder, Innis was also somewhat relieved and not powerful enough to be wounded, but what hurts is painful.

"Fair enough. This is also a necessary sacrifice for the development of magic, Doctor."

With that said, Innis casts a small spell and reintroduces his magic into the arrow, he measures it with a magic gauge and nods, holding it so that it hangs over me. And gently, I let go of my fingertips.

The free-fall arrow hits my coat...... instead of piercing it, it doesn't even slightly distort the soft fabric, it gets bounced off and rolls to the ground.

"This is the arrow with a purely magic power value of ninety-seven."

Freedom falls. That means Innis isn't on there. The fact that the fabric did not even recess indicates that magic cannot interfere with the magical material below it.

"You should have done that from the beginning."

"Everyday casual behavior also includes magic. You got some good research."

Niyaniya and laughing inice.

"Sure, this is a great discovery"

I laughed at her like that and told her.

"So let's call the unit of magic value Innis by taking your name. My coat is ninety-eight inice. Good for you, Innis. Just like your husband's great-aunt, your name will be in history."

"I don't like it!?

In the world of previous life, it was common for human names to be used for engineering units. You think it's Henry or Pascal? Innis did his utmost to show rejection, perhaps the greatest praise as a researcher.

"By and large, I'll be using the unit the most in the future! Which side should I lower and call my name!?

It's basically like just a punishment game for an innis with a pulling temperament and no lust for honor. Well, I made a suggestion after figuring it out.

"Speaking of which, when it comes to my husband, Ala and I have been..."

I tried to make fun of her even more, it was then.

"…… This is…"

I wake up feeling strange like never before.

"What are you doing, Doctor?

Innis looked at my face, wondering.

"What's wrong with you and these things!

I scream like a yell, I ride myself out the window and look up at the sky. I haven't seen anything yet, and I haven't been alarmed by the bell. But my body felt it clearly.

"……… Coming"

Where do you feel it? How do you know? I'm soaking everything up and my instincts are telling me just the answer.

"Coming, what………?

Innis asks anxiously how I look.

"It's a dragon."

But what came was not enough for that degree of anxiety.