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There are many demons in the Kingdom of Palettia. So much so that knights and adventurers will overflow if they don't make intermissions on a regular basis. Stampede occurs when even that nuisance fails to catch up, or when a powerful demon emerges.

It is the nobility's role to protect people from demons. Charne is still a young girl, but she was aggressive in what she could do for a territory that had been impoverished by famine.

It was part of the hunt. But hunting isn't without danger. I don't even know when the demons will attack me in the middle of the hunt. Still, she was able to participate because she was a wizard.

- For Charne, magic was a necessary means to live. I have lived thinking that I must give thanks to the Spirit who gave me that power, and to my ancestors who let me take over the power until my own generation.

Charne is a very ordinary, if daring, aristocratic daughter of good sense in the Kingdom of Palettia. That's why Tilty's advice to her like that was something that would shake her values up to now.

If the magic power passes, it turns into something that hates people. Therefore, we must discipline. That's what I do as a nobleman.

Sadly, nobles have been corrupt until recent years. Magic becomes a symbol of aristocratic authority, and those who drown in authority eventually aim to satisfy their own desires.

Magic is a thankful blessing from the honorable Spirit. That's not bad, even if it's good. If it is evil, it is the weakness of the mind of those who use it for evil.

But Tilty says. He said that practicing magic meant moving away from people.

That makes me undeniable when I give two examples: Anisphere and Uphilia.

"... magic is what it is to me."

I guess that's why Tilty told me to think about it, Charlene thinks. Impressed by people's teachings and thoughts, he said it was no mistake to imitate the method.

But that's not enough. Because magic is what your power, your wishes and your will knit out. I have to find my own definition of what to do with magic.

All teaching makes sense. And Tilty is right in saying that it doesn't make sense at the same time. Correctness is always in my mind only.

"I Believe...... Magic"

Unexpectedly, Charne wanted to pull the bow.

Charne likes bows. At the same time I was good at it, I liked it.

Charne's magic can't be said to be much or little, it is said to be a very common amount. So he didn't think anything should be magically resolved, but rather told me to save as much as I could.

And Charne met the bow. Whether you need to strengthen your body to pull a bow or put magic on an arrow, magic alone consumes less magic than trying to hunt beasts.

In fact, the bow would have fit Charne. The arm of the bow was so young that it was whispered that it was perhaps the best in the territory.

That is a whisper of confidence for Charne. But bow skill is not like being appreciated as an aristocratic courtier.

As a samurai, I left my bow to go up to the royal castle. Though I knew that was necessary, my thoughts on the bow still existed in my mind.

"... I want to pull"

I wanted to immerse myself in the feeling of pulling a bow. It's hard not to think about it, but just to concentrate on the whole nerve.

Did you become good at it because you liked it or because you were good at it? Charne doesn't know which comes first.

But that feeling calms me down, and I like it. Charne let go, once. And once again, I realize it by thinking about it.

to the fact that I really liked bows.

"... pull the bow, pull it"

There is no bow in this hand. But there is magic.

Charne breathed in the courtyard of the Metropolitan Government, where Anisphere had prepared it for experimentation.

It can be shaped by magic, like a magic blade that forms a blade with magic. But I've never heard of making bows.

Unlike a magic blade, that is unnecessary. Whatever the arrow is, reproducing it to the bow part doesn't make sense from the efficiency of magic.

It doesn't make sense. But it had nothing to do with Charne now. Because I want to pull a bow, I just magically substitute it for that.

The light lights up in Charne's hands. What I remember is when I was in the territory, a feeling familiar with the hand I used in the hunt.

The arrows on the watch are also magically assembled. And strings that pull arrows. This string was the hardest to reproduce.

Magic comes true as you wish. But the strings on the bow don't pull the strings the way you want. Rather, on the contrary, it is to feel if the string is hit by the response.

"... difficult"

Even if I made a shape out of magic, it was a shame. inferior to the real thing. Fogging the magic, Charne sighed.

I knew it was impossible, and it was when I tried to turn my heels back.

"- Oh, you're stopping me?

"Pi!"

Tilty stood there. Charne looks back with a strange voice at someone who never thought she'd be standing.

"Te, Master Tilty? Why are you here?

"I thought you were doing something funny, so I came to see it. I can't just recreate a bow and arrow with magic."

"... weird, can't believe we're recreating the bow and arrow as it is"

Sharne turned away as she put her fingers together in front of her chest and let her play to tangle. I didn't think they were watching, such a useless use of magic. It's so embarrassing that I can't look Tilty in the eye.

"I think that's an interesting idea, don't you? On the contrary, why did you stop it?

"Huh?"

Tilty asks where she laughs or how intrigued she is. Charne opens her eyes to an unexpected reaction.

"Why... I don't care what you say, it's hard to reproduce..."

"Huh. I think he was on his way, but where couldn't he be?

"... it's a string. It's not like you can pull it off as you wish."

"If it's the string you want, it doesn't have to be in the form of a bow... As far as it goes, Charne. I'll give you a hand, try again."

"Yes?"

Also, Charne leaked her voice to be taken aback. Tilty just looks at Charne jizzily.

Faster, Charne loses the pressure of his gaze just telling him to make bows and arrows as he had tried earlier. Up to where I put it, I was with the first one, and now I'm trying to make a string that pulls the arrow I put it on... it still doesn't work.

"Yes, there's no point in just making shapes. Be aware of the symbols at the back of that form in the sense that it is."

Tilty says as he turns behind Charne and hands on his shoulder. As bewildered by the word, Charne listens back with an elephant bow in his hand with magic.

"Shit, symbol......?

"What it takes to shoot a bow is elasticity, right? Fix the shape of a bow while the string tries to break its shape."

……

I see a face that Charne has no idea what it means to explain Tilty. I know you say the bow needs elasticity, but I don't know the instructions for the second half.

"Fine, be conscious as you are told. Fixed by pouring magic into the bow with a hand holding the bow, and converged on the arrow by making sure to pull that magic from the finger that plays the string. It goes hand in hand with circulating magic in your body. Create a flow path in the form of a bow. The bow is part of you, part of your body."

As they say, Charne pours his magic into the bow. And play the string while keeping an eye on the arrow. Just making strings doesn't make it as elastic as pulling a bow.

So pull through the strings to pull magic from the bow and converge magic on the arrows. Hand to bow, bow to string, string to arrow.

"You can keep the magic flowing. But keep the magic of the bow, the string with the arrow is the convergence point of the magic. Squeeze to the limit."

"..................!

Magic can be sucked up. Secure the bow, pull it with a string and converge on the arrow. Repeating the flow over and over makes me accustomed. The flow of magic becomes natural, and the flow path of magic becomes thicker and thicker.

Feel the load on the string pulling the bow. This load is usually similar to the feeling of pulling a bow, but different. Images don't overlap completely. But we could have given it a clearer image if we had come this far.

The bow becomes, the strings tense. The magic arrow points toward the target. The position of pulling the bow has been repeated many times. So the image of Charne gradually becomes clearer.

――――

I had an instinct. I can go, he said. In response, Charne released the arrow.

I can hear the wind cleaving. There was another strange magical sound, different from the one played by the strings.

The bow, the strings melted and disappeared. Because the arrow was the convergence point of magic, and all of that was poured into the arrow.

- And the arrow flew to the rear of the landing strip, which he had installed in the courtyard.

"......"

"Yaba"

Obviously, the sound rang as much as people could hear. Moreover, the earth is decided as it was dug back.

Charne, who had used more than half of his magic if he realized it, is starkly looking at the consequences of what he has done, even though he has been exposed to fatigue.

"- What's all the fuss!?"

You noticed the sound, it was Tomas who popped up. From another, I ran to Priscilla.

And Tomas and Priscilla, who saw the tragedy in the courtyard, rounded their eyes all together. The gaze then concentrates on Charne.

With his gaze poured out by the two of them, Charne moaned and shouted loudly with a small tremor.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Ooh!

"... well, should I say I'm glad I'm not hurt"

After Sharne's apology, he turned the place into a city halon. That's what Tomas said. Priscilla prepares tea as if it were frightening.

Charne sitting on the couch and shrinking in small contrasts with Tilty sitting in a chair unfaithfully.

"Do you mean a bow by magic or even reproduce the structure of a bow and arrow... so that's what happens?

"That's too much magic. Because it was the magic of the structure that allowed the magic to enter so much. But fuel consumption sucks, and it's inefficient." It has to be done "is a product. Just so we're clear, it's pointless."

"Why did you make me do it when it didn't make sense..."

Tomas tells Tilty in a sigh. Tilty included the tea that Priscilla had put in her mouth without looking concerned.

"Because I thought I could do it. That's all."

"Ha..."

"But isn't that good? Now that's a tip for making demon bows, isn't it?

"Huh?"

"Let me get this straight." I can do anything I want with magic. If it's about the range of magic you can use. But nobody's going to poke around. Why do you think that is?

"... isn't it because it's inefficient?

Priscilla said as she narrowed her eyes. Sharne, who actually tried it, also agreed. This is too inefficient to be used.

I can do anything with magic, but I don't do anything with magic because it's a waste of magic. And I wonder what it's like to waste magic as a nobleman.

Tilty nodded at Priscilla's reaction. Put back the teacup you had in your hand and combine your hands.

"Yes. So it doesn't make sense, magic is something that should be practical. But there's a difference between giving up and not doing it, and stopping doing it and not doing it."

"That's... yes"

I think this is what Ennis calls a magical idea, or that magic is academic. "

"... this is it?

"" Know what's impossible, "" Know what's inefficient, "" Know the effect you can get. "If you say it, it's a formula, to derive the results. You can add or pull it from here later. And optimize and assemble. Disciplines to dismantle or imagine magic, move on, move on."

Come on, something thin ran on Charne's spine. But my heart feels high.

Charne never thought she was a magical genius. There's so much more up there than me. But that's why "it doesn't make sense to use the same magic as those people," he runs around with a sense of reality.

Do the magic that's right for you, for yourself. Someone can teach me, "Not the magic anyone can use, but the magical pursuit that I want to shape.

(- Oh, shit)

- "So Lady Anis was able to produce magic props," Charlene convinced.

"Occasionally, the magic props were born as a result of Anisphere's inability to use magic and yet attempts to deal with it. It's a theory of results.

He said all along, he was just pursuing the magic he wanted. So magic is discipline. It's the way to learn, understand, and go.

So all knowledge makes sense, but it doesn't. The only person who can elect that magic at the end is himself.

Gradually, what Tilty wanted to say became a reality and solidified in Charne. And there was only one wish that was born in her.

(... Demon Bow, I want to make it...)

If magic isn't enough, let's rely on tools. If you can't control people's power alone, you can use tools. That's why it's a magic trick.

Why don't you use the actual bow as a magic catalyst? If you put that together with a dedicated material, what kind of stuff can you do?

- And what can you do if you can see Fenrill's magic stone as an arrow?

Will Charne be aware? It was the face of those who were already fascinated.

Tilty grins lightly at such Charne's expression.

- You've fallen, and this kid.

Magic is a discipline to know magic. The road is wide and deep. Only the number of people walking, there is a magical path.

Magic is the result of individual talent. I can certainly paint magic with sales from others. But that's the last thing I would describe myself.

Until now, this magic had led us all to point in the same direction, to some extent in the form of faith in the Spirit and pride of nobility.

Habits that have been stacked with such nature eventually create a harmonic pressure. It was the anisphere that made the wind hole in the pressure.

A path where we all bury ourselves deeply in our wishes instead of going the same way. Tilty knows that magical exploration is a face-to-face with self.

(I kicked my ass saying I'm sorry for that... but you're welcome for losing your breathless witch mountain habit)

Tilty abandoned the path to magic. Still, those fascinated by magic, especially those fascinated by the Anisphere, wish to fall to the bottom of their exploration.

Tilty hated the way this country was, saying it was a curse to protect him from the Spirit. Because she hated it, she affirms the way Anisphere is.

Because it destroys what Tilty hated above all else. I can't stop laughing at this.

Another man was born who aspired to the bottom of his magical quest. Will you stop consciously, or will you push through?

(It would be better if the unknown became more known. So you can meet the real "unknown"?

- The cursed lady talks.

Oh, that also resembles a witch whisper.