Sukuwanakya Dame desu ka? Isekai

chapter 9: Registration completed.

December 27, 2022

The pressure of Marielle's crying body brought me back to reality, and I checked my surroundings again.

The spear man with the members of his group are rolling and shouting.

The man with the big beard and his companion, standing behind him, seem to be doing their best to groan. At least they are moving, which confirms that they are alive.

And Zack and the others? I turn around to check, but there is no movement.

They just look at us. They look surprised. I think they are even more surprised than when they found out earlier that I had only today registered with the guild.

Amidst cheers and murmurs, several people point and stare at me.

So many people.

There are more people than when I checked just before the start of the duel. To the naked eye, there are more than two hundred people.

Most of those people have shocked expressions on their faces. No, maybe "astonished" would be a better word than "surprised".

Did I overdo it? I think so.

What about the power of this magic? It's level 1, but the difference is too abysmal.

I'm frightened by the power of the magic I've unleashed. To be honest, I never imagined that the magic would be so powerful.

It was so powerful that it completely overturned my expectations.

Once again, I asked myself, is level 1 magic that powerful, if so, then a mage would be an incredible power, wouldn't he?

What kind of power will Mr. Enos' level 3 fire magic have?

Several questions arise.

No, but the fireballs they released were not that powerful.

Was he gentle with me? No, I don't think so.

I remember the fire magic my opponent unleashed on me.

It was a napalm-like fireball. The fire spread as soon as it landed. (napalm is like a type of fuel, but I'm not sure how to explain it. Here is an image )

What is the difference?

Is there a difference between the kind of flame that spreads like napalm and the kind that explodes like dynamite?

The image of magic after landing? The amount of magical power?

That's the only difference I can think of.

I thought I was getting stronger.

The most important thing at the root of this is the prominent level - light magic level 5.

Also, level 4 shield art and level 2 sword skill back it up.

Most of my opponents, even the so-called skilled ones, had level 2 skills - at level 4, there was only one.

The skill that the enemy relied on, and the allies were wary of, level 4 shield art.

The moment I managed to steal it, I felt strong. I felt stronger.

I got stronger by weakening the fiercest fighter the enemy had, and in addition to this, I also have offensive magic. I thought I could win.

But that's not the point.

It's the power of fire magic.　

In any case, it would be better to gather information about magic in a hurry.

If the power of the previous battle had been greater, there might have been injuries in the audience.

No, it was fortunate that the bullet landed where he had aimed , but if the point of impact had been deflected, it could have been a major incident.

"Michinaga, Michinaga! Are you okay?"

Marielle pulls my hair and looks at me with a worried face .

The first time I saw her, I thought she was a bit calculating, but it seems she wasn't.

"I'm fine. Everything is fine."

I say gently, lightly patting Marielle on the head to reassure her.

"Get out of the way!"

"Please move out of the way."

Several people in guild uniforms approach us as they move the audience. No, they are heading toward the wounded. They are holding something resembling a gurney.

It looks like they are going to give them, treatment.

I run toward the waiting group, who groan as if something is pushing them.

"Are you okay?"

I think it's a silly phrase, but I couldn't find other words at the same time.

"The match is over. Any further acts of combat will be punished."

"I can use light magic, so I thought I'd help you heal."

Did I think I was going to finish him off? I put my body between the healer and the wounded man as I turn to the guild officials to clear up the misunderstanding.

"I don't know what to say, can you do that for me?"

After a moment of slight surprise, I express their approval with a look of relief.

"Let's start with the most seriously injured."

Unlike at the beginning of the duel, I feel slightly evasive about the possibility that someone might die here.　

The most seriously injured were the guy with the big beard and the fire mage.

This is not good. I think at the moment I see the guy with the big beard.

The guy who has lost both legs from the thigh down. The lower half of his body is a mess. Parts of his internal organs have burst and burned.

I have no specialized medical knowledge.

However, I intuitively know how far I can reach with my light magic to heal him. I feel I can heal him if I inject him with a lot of magic power, but I am not sure.

There is no point in overdoing it. Let's do what we can within a reasonable margin.

"I'm not sure I can do it, but I'll try."

Both legs must be attached and unable to regenerate. When I told them that the only thing I could do was to stop the bleeding, relieve the pain and close the wounds, the guild official expressed his understanding with a look of relief.

The guild official expressed relief and agreed. "Can you heal wounds like this?"

The guild official said with a relieved face that he agreed.

"Why did you treat them, why didn't you finish him off?"

"Hey, you can't talk like that. The duel is over."

I continue to try as I tell Marielle, who expresses her anger with her whole body, while correcting her.

The most important thing to remember is that you can be a target for grudges if I did what Marielle said. I heartily thank Marielle for being an antagonist.

After attending to everyone, I left my opponents and Zack and the others, who were looking at me with complicated expressions, and headed inside the guild.

"Michinaga, your face scares me."

Marielle looks down at my face from below with concern.

Oh shit, I've been thinking about it again.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking. Well, let's go ask if the guild certificate is ready."

I smile at Marielle and nudge her.

If you're a serious thinker like me, you're not going to get a good answer.

Anyway, here's today's challenge.

Magic is more powerful than I thought. I don't know how strong magic is in this world, but the magic I use is a threat even at level 1. I don't know why.

If that's the case, I will make use of my skills to strengthen my magic.

"Next."

Unlike martial arts skills, magic skills are easily recognizable if you lose them. If I'm not good enough, will they suspect me?

I don't want, people to know that you can take skills from others. it's too risky to steal from people.

It would be better to stick to stealing from demons and strengthen the skills I have.

Now, having decided this, it's time to look for information about demons and find some work.

When I turned my attention to the counter, there was the receptionist from before. First of all, I have to complete the registration.

"Excuse me, is my guild card ready?"

"Yes, it's ready. Here it is. Please check the details.

He hands me a metal plate the size of a credit card with a small hole on one side through which a chain is threaded.

"Excuse me, could you please explain? After all, I've never seen a guild card before. "

I don't even know what to check. I asked for explanations without hesitation.

"On the front side are listed the date of your registration, your name and your current rank in the guild. On the back are the skills you have declared. 'Prove that you can use sword and shield, fire, wind and light magic'.

Each of these is explained in detail, pointing to the part listed.

On the front were letters and numbers, and on the back were engraved the marks revealing each skill.

And the rank of explorer is apprentice.

"They can't undertake the work on their own. They have to help someone or join a team."

"I'm new to this town, so I don't know anyone. is there any way to help some scout or something?".

I ask, glancing at the board on the wall where the application forms are hanging.

"What do you mean, if you're Fujiwara-san, you're in high demand. The commotion that just occurred will soon spread. Besides, a light magic user will always be welcome on good terms'."

After a moment of mild surprise, she looked half disappointed, but then regained her previous smile and explained.

"Is that so?"

"Yes."

The woman's face and body were also very pale, but she looked very happy.

"Hey, bro. You were great. You're an apprentice at the moment, right? Would you like to come to our party?  I'll give you all your share.

Thor. And are those your party mates in the back?

Three men and three women are watching us from the back.

No, if you look around, you'll see that other scouts are watching us too.

As the receptionist says, have we attracted attention?

Well, I have no intention to hide my skills and live quietly.

I was going to make full use of my modern skills and knowledge to get a well-to-do life, I will open up here.

"Thank you very much. I'm thinking of taking it easy for a couple of days and then start working. is that okay with you? And I'll decide whether or not to ask you depending on what kind of work you're willing to accept."

I bowed deeply to Mr. Thor and the people behind him and then said.

It seemed a bit cheeky to me, but there was no point in following them if I don't consider it worthwhile.

Besides, I want to prioritize the proper work to strengthen the magic. 'No, before that, I also need to study about magic and demons.

"Hoh, as expected from a guy who is confident in his abilities."

A man in his thirties, who was standing behind Mr. Toll, said laughing.

Was I too cheeky?

"Mr. Beck, that's good."

Mr.thor He turns around and tells the man, who had spoken before him.

"That's good," he said to the man. "I'm looking forward to working with you."

I take the man's hand and shake it.

"I'm sorry for being so cheeky."

After that, I was briefly introduced to the members of Thor's group.

"By the way, they are waiting for you a while ago, what do you want to do?"

After the greetings, Mr.Thor turns his gaze towards the corner of the guild.

Following Mr.Thor's words , I turn my gaze towards the corner.

It's Roddy. I forgot about him. If he still wants to fight or ...... he's a pain in the ass.

"Aniki, I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

As soon as I turned to them, they all ran to me and bowed.

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After saying that Roddy's boys, who often apologized, that they'd had enough and didn't care, left the guild as if running away.

Then, watching Marielle change clothes - no, no. I hurried to the inn to see her in her new clothes.

With the clothes she bought at Mrs. Talia's store in her hand, she remembers what happened in the store.

Mrs. Talia, that dangerous shopkeeper, told me many things.

Yes, she tells me many things and makes me hallucinate about many things - no, she makes me think of many possibilities, that's why I want to go to see her often.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, an alarm bell rings. It complains that I'm in danger.

Looking at Talia, the depth - nay, darkness - of fairy lovers makes me hesitate .

It makes that beautiful fairy appear in her dreams with a figure of one hundred and eighty centimeters.

She likes to dream that she goes there and forces her to do various things, or rather, that they force her to do various things.

Her cheeks redden and she whispers in my ear. "Don't tell anyone," she tells me. The harshness of her breathing also helped, and it was strangely glamorous. After all this time, I'm not sure what the secret is.

However, I care to remember the situation more vividly than the content of what he taught me.

But his words made me look at whether to look ahead.

If the problem is small, make it bigger. I won't say anything extravagant like making it a hundred and fifty centimeters bigger like Talia's. Just make it a hundred centimeters bigger.

The question is, can you say that to Marielle?

Would she be attracted if you said that? Would she pull away?　

I imagined Marielle's cold stare, like she was looking at a garbage worm. I can't, I can't stand it.

Let's be mature and put up with it by watching her change clothes.