Shut-in Magician

The name is not exactly what it is. I came up with something about Agricola.

"I wonder if the magic Willide had, for example, was like time magic or life-promoting magic. I've never heard of time magic, but there's nothing I can't think of. Life promotion magic is more likely."

"What do you mean?"

"I think I sowed the seed and sprouted it. So, this, the author of The Tale of the Seven Heroes of Royer, who knew it, used the description as it were and the name of the meaning" Green Hand, "which the bard conveyed and walked. Inoma-Uslav read it and thought it was greening, so I imagined he wrote it."

Emina's eyes are getting frigid.

"However, life-promoting magic has its drawbacks and reduces its lifespan, doesn't it? So the State of Fesnia crumbled early and eventually, now the State of Latvia"

"What do you mean?

"At all times in the country of Fesnia, we were collecting wizards. I guess I always needed something to maintain and protect the greener landscape. Using healing magic against plants."

Those with life-promoting magic are rare, but it doesn't mean they're not there. It existed as long as the owner of space magic. Nevertheless, it must have been hard to collect, and I would have needed a lot of other wizards.

"I read in the history book that Fesnia also did something unscrupulous to collect wizards. In the end, it seems that the way the country relies on magic has created distortion. That's why it ended in about a hundred years."

The State of Latricia is currently considered so magically resistant that it is called the Magic Power. It is not surprising that it is taking over the power of its predecessor, the Fesnian State.

"And then, historically, I've been trying to find out if there's a similar power,"

Emina looked a little fed up. but it doesn't matter, Siu continued.

"At the time of the founding of Fesnia, it was like there was a wizard with a half a dwarf and a dry ad. It looks like he had something that looked like greening magic."

"What, really?

"Yeah. And if it's a half with dry adds, the amount of magic is computationally critical, too.... it's just that the person is a man. Well, you look a little"

It seemed like a woman who didn't take it. Only according to the book.

"So as an author, did you want to alter it? So I don't think the half-elf girl was the owner of The Green Hand."

To conclude, Emina said just one word, "historical idiot," with a cold eye.

But there it is.

"Emina or. Now you know, don't you? that your fun stories are not always fun for them."

Grandpa Stan's scratch came in.

After such a story, Emina slapped her hand in bright shape to change the subject.

"Hey, speaking of which, it's almost Birthday, isn't it? Are you going with Mr. Tia?

Siu tilted his neck.

"You mean the birthday festival and possibly the prayer day of abundance?

"I'd say so."

"If it's Wang Du, it's going to be a 'festival' called Birthday Festival?

"For once, in the temple, I thank God."

In the countryside known to Siu, in the village of Agata, "it is good that the wheat was fruitful this year", so much so that prayers are offered in the temple. It was disrespectful that night and adults would drink it off but children had nothing to do with it.

"Yeah. So, how did Tia get to the temple? I know where it is."

"... it's a festival, right?

As we were both tilting our necks, Dmitre opened his mouth silently.

"Emina, then I don't know. Mr. Siu, in the Wang capital, when it comes to festivals, adults and children are so excited. There's a monster or a stall. Local shops that don't usually rest are so close that they want to go out to the festival."

"Oh, well, I guess I'll have trouble with rice or something"

"I take turns running shops. And then a lot of people come from elsewhere for money."

Heh, and after hitting the gavel, Siu started questioning Dmitre with a bright face with Paa.

"Is it possible for anyone to open a store?

"Anyone can do it if they give me permission."

"Well, can I leave the store, too?

"He's a kid, so I think he needs a guarantor's signature on the paperwork."

What - and Grandpa Stan laughs at Siu, who drops his disappointing shoulder.

"Do you want to do something? I'll write it down if you sign it."

"... okay?

"Oh, I hope so. So, what store do you want to open?

Siu replied gladly.

"Food store. I want to spread rice!

Grandpa Stan was smiling and nodding to his usual, un-siu-like, childish answer, but Emina ran out of words.

"I can't sell it!

The other day, when Siu had some rice balls to try, she said, "It's kind of weird and disgusting." I liked Grandpa Stan.

"That's better than the pancake you made before! And garrett of potatoes. Othof? That hamburger with that was delicious, too. Then pudding and cheesecake. Honey condensed milk bread was delicious, and nut tart! That was awesome, and then..."

"That's all Emina likes."

Both Grandpa Stan and I ended up laughing bitterly at Dmitre's sober scratch. In the meantime, aside from Emina's taste, I need something to sell if I'm going to open a store. Thinking about what would be nice was also a fun siu.

Go back to your room and into bed. Don't stay asleep, Siu liked to read books loosely. It's a book I bought, or a brain book I copied into a record bank.

This day was a history book written in ancient letters.

Siu especially liked this ancient letter. They say the Lowaiian continent was originally one big country, and what was used is also called Lowaiian. This is artistically beautiful. You mean rhymes, and the sound is beautiful. This is definitely because there is a pair of dictionaries translated into spoken language.

In the first place, magic was originally based on the use of ancient language. The current wizard seems to be the majority of those who use it without knowing what it means, and furthermore, chants are replaced by modern language. A little sad, albeit withering.

"Hmm, it was a history book, but you're turning into a romantic at some point..."

Because I can read fast, but I also feel like I've had some wasted time. Still...

"The rhetoric is beautiful. The moon is beautiful, like [Natsume Soushi]."

Only unique nouns come out in Japanese.

At first I missed Japanese and spoke to myself when no one was around. It must have been corrected a lot as I got older.

Solo or Japanese, I guess, is something that doesn't heal so easily.

Ferres is asleep for a long time, and Siu reads the book while lying down on the bed.

Just looking at the beautiful letters makes me feel good.

I also admire the profession of brush farming.

However, brush farming is common among civilians. And Siu is unwilling to serve his country. I guess when it did, you would be asking for a job as an individual, but that was difficult.

I wish the novelist could hire me professionally, but there wouldn't be a gap in it.

The merchants who sell books hire a lot of specialist wizards, and the enclosure is complete.

If it is somewhat dirty and good, there is also a lithographic printing modality. Newspapers and the like seem to use these.

Is the good stuff copy magic, or is it written beautifully by the pen tiller and even finished with a fitting?

Imagine that much and do a glance at Ferres.

"I didn't know I could do it."

I realized it was deadly.

Cooking doesn't get in the way, Ferres, but painting and writing always gets in the way.

"Hmm. Dreams are dreams."

"Mia."

Ferres whispered like a bedtime speech. I laugh unexpectedly like a gavel.

I knew you were an adventurer.

Travel, gather materials and escort. Spread the word and read the book. Then first, what shall we do when we calm down? Anyway, I want to read a lot of books and see a lot of landscapes. Yeah, I'd like to keep an animal.

And think.

"Can I ride a beast shop, too?

Siu gently strokes Ferres's head and body as he sleeps round. I slept feeling good. She's cute again with a little tongue out.

"... but I guess it's pathetic to take away and raise a rider who has a love for the humans he picks up"

I remember Luco. I want to play with the owner's girl, the face of the young beast who said so.

Ricola, the tutor I met in Cassa, the beast rider, once told me when it was.

"I always thought if you were going to let go, you could do it at the pebble stage. Then you don't have to be sad. You won't be hurt by being dumped. But people can't let go until they know what's inside. You can't take care of yourself anyway."

It would be hard to think I could get rid of it. I can't get it to work.

"Ferres, you'll never let go. Don't leave me..."