"Still can't use magic, hm?" The person who was opposed to me—a fair-haired man—remarked, his eyes fixated on the porcelain tea cup—alas, to note—'that' incident led me to this 'phony's' house—let me explain.
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Rather, I'll describe a scenario befitting of what happened.
Imagine: SFX play, a 'prince' making his way towards... to rescue a... Ah right.
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Ehm, joking aside,' that's not it in the slightest; it was more of a 'he's with me' kind of' thing, hence I was able to get out of trouble.
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Everything aside~ currently at an inn seated in that dining area... I was being reprimanded.
The conversation so far has started like 'this':
"Apart from magic, it's enough if you learn any self-defense. You almost died, y'know. ? It's good that I was there."
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To like 'this':
"Nonetheless, I'm sure a knight has 'his' reasons, which struck me: er, you didn't do anything, did you?"
Ah, a look of disdain, huh? of course. As an ordinary civilian—let alone a 'weak' one—to go up against a knight... Even I wouldn't dare!
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Thus, that was the discussion. Though my words were in the form of 'yes' and 'no' nods, even if I spend those times' enjoying the nice tea, I spend yet another afternoon' with the said guy.
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Haa... Who was that? Why was he so familiar?
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I contemplate as I recall this afternoon's events—it was another day of duty—peaceful... until I ran across that hooded young man.
Out of instinct, I grabbed him... In any case, it seems he was 'that' viscount's aide; regardless, haven't I seen him before...?
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Arghh, I really can't remember—whoa... I was put to a stop as I collided with someone. Who is it this time?
Unfortunately for me, I'll keep 'bumping' into anyone. Well, it's unlikely an 'intruder;' it's near the lady's manor; probably a worker...?
—ah... Wait... "You're Vie, right?"
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The person standing in front of me—a newly hired 'employee,' I guess it's been a couple of days since he worked here; I haven't seen him around—that must be the reason—
So, he was the 'guy' all along, ahh...
"You should've just told me your name," I said as I let out a sigh. It couldn't be helped; I was 'this' close to ending the man—having said that, no doubt, no matter the person—I would stop at the right 'timing,' presumably'squeezing' out info at the same time.
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"What are you saying?"
"I didn't know you were close to 'that' viscount, though—erm, you were in the village earlier, right?
Although I cleared up what I meant, the youth continued to look at me with dread in his eyes—I should rest—I suppose I am tired.
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When I proceed to that conclusion, I carry on with my way... Aha, he honestly didn't know—then, as I predicted, 'he' was just a random person.
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As I opened that door to the manor, the lady came running out.
"Hal! Have you seen him? It's getting late." The lady exclaimed, Oh... the guy earlier—ahh, I remember, he was the lady's'son'
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I've done it—it's unbelievable—and I've actually stayed in such a place. After all those moments, I, to the point of 'educating' myself to not follow'strangers' and here I am laying comfortably in a soft, fine—ehem, a mattress—not a bad one actually—I'd even deemed this better than those of the lady. Speaking of the lady, I hope she isn't too troubled.
To be direct, I wouldn't blame her if she were; anyone would be anxious if suddenly a child you're taking care of suddenly disappears—worried not, m'lady~ I'd quickly point the blame to that 'knight' once I come back.
For now, I'll take a bit of time off and focus on 'that.'
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To an extent, with a bit of my former communication 'abilities,'~ I was able to lead our 'talk' and extract that'man' of data regarding'magic.'
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A concept that doesn't stray too far from others—it was surprisingly simple to understand~ well, it's likely due to my past knowledge.
Firstly, as shown by the man and that vague description in the book—translated it to my interpretation: In a way, it's basically to 'call' out mana—(a'material' that makes up everything)—that'll form the base of the cast upon'spell,' and with a bit of 'control', you'll be able to shape it into any desired shape! Easy enough, right? having said that...
How do I even 'call'?
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I can't do it—it's been hours since I began, and... I'll say, it's been a useless journey thus far—how was he able to do that effortlessly? I thought of the man who swung his hand, and in accordance, light gathered around his fingertips.
At this point, I won't be able to do anything at all~ to not even go past the first point. I held my face in both hands.
Ahh, how I wished for that 'protagonist buff.' I let myself fall into that grassy area and stared off into the sky—closing my other eye—"Why wouldn't you come here?"
These particles that disobeyed my will, who surround me in every turn—these were mana.'
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In this world, as the novel' classified, others would be born as someone who'll manage to do well in a number of components—an example?—'that' knight would be suitable and is mostly found in 'common men.'
If they aren't fit for such—there are others who would've done great in a single mastery of elements that'll be appropriate to a 'blessed' expertise—I'll hand this to that 'phony,' and to other 'noblemen.'
In this case, those that aren't part of either will be born differently; therefore, when an individual is subjected to neither ability—yes, they'll best be regarded as having 'none' at all, in any event, to such an occurrence—in time to a slim chance, enhancement of those 'talent' would lead to having'specialists.'
It wasn't further explained, but this was a character's discovery in the book's and was used in the future in the narration of'magic.'
In the meantime, I'm guessing it hasn't been looked into—for all I know, we aren't even at the start of the book.
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An ability that'll soon be 'hunted,' somehow, I'd gained that kind.
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However the unforeseen circumstances, I'd be honored to take this—despite the 'function,' and later troubles—it's 'okay' enough to have anything at all—it sort of screams 'defense' in a way—with that, it'll be of use~ Sighs, even my fates' telling me to take it 'easy.' I would if this' abnormality ain't keeping me 'tied.'
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Hmm, judging by its nature, won't it be quite 'OP' if, by a 'wave' of these' hands, those clouds... will...respond...
Eh?
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Hold on... I repeated the same motions, shifting my right' side by side, and as to what happened previously—especially if at view; the cotton ball' that moves in unison with each gesture. It isn't complex to acknowledge—I'm OP, too, aren't I?
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One might say that those with great power come with a responsibility, and here I am using that power to 'assemble' clouds. Ahem—call me 'crazy' on the other side—if I gather this' vapor to an area—with the right temperature and placement—in a minute... Rain'll befall—(don't fret; details aren't necessary; still, I'm certain it'll soon rain anyways,' It'll just be a little early.)
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Mhmm~ now that I look at that'masterpiece'—recreation'sure' is a different genre of its own~ in times of an 'isekai' happenings—'old' education is bound to be handy!
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What once was a land of fertility was turned barren by drought.
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"No sign of rain yet again." A man with sunken eyes spoke as he surveyed the dry land. "At this point, our stock wouldn't reach the cold season."
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"What will we do?" The woman next to her asked, her voice filled with worry as she gazed at the withered crops. "Won't the people starve...?— she replied, taking into account their situation: "At this rate, why don't we seek...? "They wouldn't listen. You know that. Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to distribute their share, would they?"
He proceeded to that conclusion: how many times had he asked them, and how many times had he been rejected? he couldn't call to mind, so he kept his eyes open up high—and thought, rather than those—he'd better off clinging onto a 'miracle.'
A'miracle' that'll listen—a'miracle' that'll do something—if that'miracle' manages to bring about the problem—in a breeze, he'd bow down to them.
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Emerged in his thinking, he hadn't noticed the falling droplets that hit him—each second that passes only led to it increasing; the silence that has adapted had left the surroundings and was replaced by people jumping for joy—"Rain!"—"It finally rained!"—"Hurry up!
Voices he hadn't heard in forever resonated within that area, preoccupying him, and he was woken up by the woman next to him.
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"It's a miracle!" She exclaimed.