The Magus of Genesis

"Oh dear..."

Huh, and Nina in a sleeping voice with her mouth wide open and yawning.

"Morning."

While trying not to see what she looks like, I return my greetings.

It's only been a few months since we met, but it was something I've become much more used to in Elf. Apparently, a dragon is not only far stronger than a human being, but also smarter.

If the hard changes, so does the soft behavior, and I learned the words in just a few days just talking to her.

"You were so loud yesterday that I fell asleep..."

"Sorry. Sorry."

Blurring as she offered her arms, the trees trembled and leaned the leaves of the tree, gathering morning dew in its palms. When Nina washes her face with it, the wind blows and blows the droplets away. Then the grass covered her body and became clothes.

Same face, brilliant magic.

For convenience, I decided to call her an elf about her race. That said, its abilities, lifestyle and physical characteristics are completely different from those of an elf designed by the great twentieth century novelist Tolkin, as well as those of an arv told in Nordic mythology.

Maybe we should call him Drewas or Nymph one way or the other, but it's pointless to light up on the Earth's heritage either way. She lives in this world, because this world exists.

"So, what is it? Gakkow?"

"Yes. I need Nina to help me."

I nodded at her when she tied her golden hair with grass and said to her.

Her cooperation was essential to my imaginary school.

"Nothing good, though."

The life of the elves seems so boring.

Anyway, he's got the guts to hang out with strange dragons like me. Sometimes you can live without working or working, or you don't have any other entertaining entertainment.

"What the hell is that gakkow?

"Schools are places where long lived things teach young things about this world. Even you, your parents taught you that, didn't they?

"Well... yes."

Tilt her neck to remember the old days, and she nodded.

"Humans are a younger species than you. I barely know what it takes to live. I'll teach them magic like that, build a magic school."

"…… Mahou?

Neither does the word magic, in Elf. Nina repeated what I said in Japanese.

"Nina moves a tree, right? That's magic."

"What?"

When I answer that, she rounds her eyes.

"Tell me that... how?

I can't even think about it at all.

"How does Nina do that?

"I don't know..."

Asked, Nina turned her gaze toward the trees and extended her arms.

The twig leaves moved and rode in her palm as if she were going to do it with her hands.

"Like this."

Nina lowers her eyebrows like she's in trouble. There was no further explanation.

I see. Apparently, for her, moving the trees is like moving her hands and feet.

"You'd be in trouble if they told you how to blow a fire."

I felt scales fall from my eyes in Nina's words.

"Is that so? Is this magic too?"

If you think about it, it's natural. Breathing is meant to take in oxygen, but how the hell do you breathe when there's fire in your lungs? It's impossible, so naturally, this is magic again.

But I do have a problem with you telling me to explain how you're throwing up fire. As far as I'm concerned, I'm going to breathe normally. I don't even feel the heat myself. Because of that, I forget I'm blowing a fire.

"Nina. Can you just raise your hand without moving the trees?

"Yeah."

When I asked her that after thinking about it, Nina raised her hand all the time. After all, it seems that the behavior is not a condition. I mean, she can blow or not blow a fire if I say so.

"Next, then, try to move it"

"Yes."

Nina keeps her posture unchanged and moves only her gaze. Then the tree branches were awesome and shaken up and down.

"What was different?

"Hmmm...... I don't know...... I think of the movement...... feel?

Nina said so confidently, frowning.

I see, an image. Let's try it.

I close my eyes, I imagine.

Before I was reincarnated, I was a person's body.

An upright body with two legs. Long arms. Wingless backs. Straight neck.

Breathe slowly. Air fills the lungs.

And throw it up... just like that.

"Geez! What are you doing!?

"Wow, sorry, sorry!

I panic and knock out the flames burning into the trees.

Whatever it was, it didn't seem to work.

Making noises with the patsy, the firewood bursts.

"It's an out-of-the-box meat meal………………."

"Hmm? Did I say something?

Nina glued to the roasted deer meat, which looked really delicious.

"You don't think it's pathetic or anything."

"What?

To my inquiry, Nina asks in wonder as she leans her neck.

"No, sorry, it's nothing"

Is that obvious? That way of thinking is in a richer society. However, it was quite a surreal sight to see how a beautiful and delicate elf would eat the roasted meat.

That said, I am the same or less in terms of civilized sophistication.

It seems that the dragon's body has even changed its taste, and it still feels delicious as it is raw. Stick around without even cutting into the deer that stays round and chew every bone apart.

Then the gravy stains out after being burned by the flames in the back of his throat.

This is very tasty.

I was thinking about magic, chewing venison.

It seems that the magic of this world is not something that involves spells or motion. That's just like breathing.

Manipulating it freely is like being told to move an unlikely arm, which is very difficult.

Wings can move freely, I think.

Feathers and tails are things that were not in the human age, but there is absolutely no discomfort in moving them.

Just like moving my hands and feet, I was able to move them in a natural way.

...... hmm?

Secondly, I question my own thoughts.

It's like moving an unlikely arm... really, isn't it?

Now I have wings to fly, scales to defend myself, fangs to chew up a whole deer, tails to move freely.

If so.

Isn't there an organ in my body to blow the flames?

I close my eyes again.

And now I'm not a person, myself. I thought of the dragon.

I wonder where the flames are.

Throat?

No. The venison meat I just ate smells like it's being burned past my throat.

So, lungs?

But even if I hold my breath, the flame leaks out of my mouth slightly naturally.

Then... belly, I guess.

As soon as I thought of it, I felt the idea would come oddly tight.

I can feel some hot obsession around my stomach.

With the image of closing there in my head, I lay my head down and breathe softly.

The flowers that were blooming in front of me did not burn, but swayed.