Tsuihou Sareta Bannou Mahou Kenshi wa, Koujou Denka no Shishou Tonaru

A man who draws the blood of a demon or demon loses control of his magic.

That's what Perse said.

I do have a saying about that.

Originally of a nature close to the devil tribe, they, with strong magic, resonate with their original nature to rampage their power.

That sounds like the best part, but I didn't believe those rumors.

"It's superstitious that demons, demons and human hybrids will let their magic run wild."

"But the Imperial Church officially teaches that, and neither does the Imperial Magic School accept demonic entrants"

Perse argued without changing his complexion.

I see.

The imperial authority does not like to teach magic to demons and mixed people.

Perhaps the Empire is scared.

that demons and poor mixed people who are slaves use magic to rebel.

Many demons and their mixers have high aptitudes for magic, so if you master magic, you will gain considerable power.

So the Empire has taken away the opportunity to use magic from them.

My native imperial border is a region with low aversion to demons, and I don't really believe in this type of superstition either.

But not in Imperial Capital.

I looked back at the Empress Philia.

Phyllia looks back at me anxiously.

I accidentally taught Phyllia magic four years ago, only once.

Then why didn't anyone try to teach Philia magic?

That's because Filia is the daughter of the devil.

Everyone has believed the word and avoided teaching magic to Philia, the daughter of the devil.

I laughed at Perse.

"It's a senseless story. I've never seen a demon or a hybrid run wild with magic. Besides, there are no properly supported research reports. There should be no custom in neighboring Alemanian Farren republics to avoid teaching magic to demons and demonic hybrids"

"Oh, that's Mr. Solon. Knowledge."

"Even Perses like that, you know?

Perse is a merchant of information, but also a demon himself.

You know that the rumor that the devil will storm the magic is superstition.

I was wondering why Perse brought up such an old superstition and opposed me teaching Philia magic.

Professor Lucy of Imperial School of Magic is in favor of teaching magic to Philia in the first place, and there couldn't have been a problem.

Perse nodded.

"Right. I think I'm superstitious, too. But the essence of the problem is not where demons and mixed people actually ramble their magic."

"What do you mean?

"A lot of people in the empire believe in superstition. If the 'Dirty Blood' mixer were to become a magician, with what eyes do you think he would see?

I know what Perse is trying to say.

Originally, demons and mixed demons and human beings called 'dirty blood' have been the subject of discrimination and contempt.

Added to that would be the subject of more and more intense persecution if prejudice were added that might rampage the magic.

"Mr. Solon is going to let this kid walk down that path."

Perse said in a worried, beautiful voice.

Indeed, what Perse says is true.

Perse turned to Phyllia and told him to tell her.

"You said it with Mr. Leah. I don't know if this is your real name. But whatever the difference is between a pureblood demon and a mixer, I know you and I are alike. Has Mr. Leah ever seen a demon tribe?

Philia nodded small, "It was horrible," she snapped.

The other day, in the basement of my mansion, Philia saw the Demons for the first time.

The demon clan I defeated was a six-legged alien.

Its giant spider-like demonic tribe had its center cloudy black, translucent ugly appearance, preying on and killing people.

Perse says.

"I and you, like these monsters, are drawing the same blood. Frankly, don't you think there's no way to be discriminated against?

"It's... I don't know"

Philia nodded and shook her neck to the side.

I'm a normal person myself.

So I don't know everything about their troubles.

But I do think it's horrible that I draw the same blood as the alien demons.

"So I don't think you should walk any further, choosing a persecuted tsu path. There's not one way. Being a magician is not the only way to live."

When Perse was finished, silence ruled the place.

Indeed, Perse has a point.

Philia and Lucy told me that I was going to educate Philia to become a magician.

But I don't know if that's the best path for Philia.

After a while, Phyllia looked up and said in a beautiful, clear voice.

"It is my own wish that Solon teach me magic. So I don't regret that I had a terrible eye because of it."

"The destination of that wish is not always a happy path. Regret always comes later."

"If you're scared, you can't go anywhere. I don't want to be a helpless girl who's just shivering. I want to be a magic swordsman who can clear his way with his own power, like Solon. And."

"And?"

"Even if my path is difficult, Solon leads me as a master. I'm sure you'll be fine."

Phyllia clearly said, staring up at me.

I nodded.

Phyllia is right.

For the sake of superstition, there is no need for Philia to give up her path.

If Phyllia is unreasonable, I'll protect her.

That's what I do.

Perse stared alternately at me and Philia, then sighed.

"You seem determined."

"That's what I'm talking about, so I'm going to ask you to pick a cane now. I want you to adjust the details as you look at this child's aptitude."

And I told Perse not to worry about the price and to have a first-class cane.

Because with quality tools, you can increase your qualities as a magician in Philia faster.

But he looked like Philia was surprised to hear him on the side.

"Solon... I can't buy a cane that expensive"

The Imperial Princess Philia left the Imperial Palace, so the Imperial Budget for Philia was cut considerably.

I have managed to secure too much of Philia's own living expenses, but I can barely afford to buy expensive ones.

I smiled.

"This is a gift from me, the master. Is it something like a little early birthday present? Don't worry, I'll buy it."

"That's bad for Solon. Even Solon's salary is barely paid..."

"That's okay. Master, it is my pleasure that my disciples will grow."

That's what I said, I gently stroked Phyllia's head.

Philia blushed, nodded small, to be, but remained.