Chapter 52: 52

Chapter 52 , magic analysis

When Misha came back to the room, Norwin had slumped down on his desk and was asleep.

　Shallow sleep. Irregular breathing. Norwin looked somewhat distressed, and Misha, who had seen this situation hundreds of times, immediately cast a recovery spell.

　Fainting due to lack of magic power. He must have pushed himself to the limit this time as well, and his body and mind must be in shambles.

　Misha had once before lost magic power due to a miscalculation, and the pain she felt at that time was unimaginable.

　Since then, it has been a terrible experience for her to consume magic when she has less than half of her remaining magic power.

　And yet, even though Norwin is only six years old, he continues to activate his magic without hesitation until he runs out of magic power. He says that this is the best way for his magical power to grow, that it is necessary, and that is the only reason.

I can't say that I praise Norwin's work.

　The environment that allows a six year old to do this much is unacceptable. It should stop right now, but the adults here, when they see Norwin making an odd effort, just rejoice in his growth and don't worry for him.

　Although she doesn't know for sure, maybe it is the right value for a warrior. But Misha doesn't think so. Is it for the good of the country, the future, or even for power? That should not be a reason for a young child giving up happiness.

　If the country needs such people, why should Norwin be chosen to be there?

'I'm supposed to be a surrogate parent. I can't do anything. Only I can."

　Schneizel as a mentor, Saraswati as a rival to stand side by side and grow together, and Lucy as a peer and a target. Each brings something positive to Norwin.

　But Misha, she asks himself, "What about me? Misha smiled a self-mocking smile.

　She is the only one who can't help Norwin. The only skill that Misha has when she came to the Dukes of Bartheim is recovery spells, and there are people who are better at it than she is.

"Huh."

When Misha came back to the room, Norwin had slumped down on his desk and was asleep.

　Shallow sleep. Irregular breathing. Norwin looked somewhat distressed, and Misha, who had seen this situation hundreds of times, immediately cast a recovery spell.

　Fainting due to lack of magic power. He must have pushed himself to the limit this time as well, and his body and mind must be in shambles.

　Misha had once before lost magic power due to a miscalculation, and the pain she felt at that time was unimaginable.

　Since then, it has been a terrible experience for her to consume magic when she has less than half of her remaining magic power.

　And yet, even though Norwin is only six years old, he continues to activate his magic without hesitation until he runs out of magic power. He says that this is the best way for his magical power to grow, that it is necessary, and that is the only reason.

I can't say that I praise Norwin's work.

　The environment that allows a six year old to do this much is unacceptable. It should stop right now, but the adults here, when they see Norwin making an odd effort, just rejoice in his growth and don't worry for him.

　Although she doesn't know for sure, maybe it is the right value for a warrior. But Misha doesn't think so. Is it for the good of the country, the future, or even for power? That should not be a reason for a young child giving up happiness.

　If the country needs such people, why should Norwin be chosen to be there?

'I'm supposed to be a surrogate parent. I can't do anything. Only I can."

　Schneizel as a mentor, Saraswati as a rival to stand side by side and grow together, and Lucy as a peer and a target. Each brings something positive to Norwin.

　But Misha, she asks himself, "What about me? Misha smiled a self-mocking smile.

　She is the only one who can't help Norwin. The only skill that Misha has when she came to the Dukes of Bartheim is recovery spells, and there are people who are better at it than she is.

"Huh."

 

At first, the child she swore she would protect. Now she' s gotten to the point where she can't help him . Then she should at least take care of herself.

　With that in mind, Misha begins to organize the desk where Norwin lies prone. She put the papers in order and put the books back on the shelves.

'You've started something new again, haven't you?"

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Misha looks at the papers on which Norwin has written letters and figures, and murmurs.

　Two sheets of paper lined up for comparison. On one side is the magic circle of "Frey," the first level magic of the fire attribute that Misha is familiar with, and around it are written a lot of observations and thoughts.

　On the other side of the paper, there was a magic circle that was several dozen times more complicated than the Frey magic circle, and she had never seen anything like it.

　In the center of the magic circle, there was a shape very similar to the "Frey," and geometric patterns covered the surrounding area. Misha guessed that the magic circle was probably a modified and enhanced version of the "Frey" magic circle.

'Is this something you're trying to analyze?"

Reading through Norwin's scribble, it became clear that he was thoroughly outlining the similarities and differences that emerged from comparing the two magic signs, and describing their meanings, effects, and considerations.

Perhaps he is trying to analyze the more complicated magic circle.

But that work seemed to be stalled, and Norwin's writing had not progressed at all from a certain point. He must have run out of magic power while trying to do something about it and fainted.

'I have no idea what it says. I think Nor is more suited to being a researcher or something like that. ------"

Misha muttered quietly, realizing once again that he was capable of doing things that were beyond his six years old age.

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　Then he just continued to analyze the magic circle.

The existing "Frey" and the "Frey" that was improved by a genius, which could be said to be a completely new magic, are being compared, and from the similarities and differences that emerge, Almire's magic is being unraveled.

It was an extremely difficult task, but luckily I had a sense that Almire shared with me.

　I recalled the flow of magic power, the degree of force, and the process of forming the magic circle one by one, and verbalized the sensations.

When I had completed my own magic handbook, I realized that four whole days had passed.

"Yes! It's done!

According to Schneizel, my magic power is already dozens of times greater than that of an ordinary magician.

　It was really hard this time. It was not from morning to night. I woke up from a faint and fainted once again. The four days of dedicated brain and magical power overwork were a time that brought me unprecedented pain and a sense of accomplishment.

"Phew.'

I would have loved to continue to be moved by the experience, but I had to train first. I immediately began to manipulate the magic to replicate the procedure I had succeeded in making it verbal.

　As I expected, it was not so easy to succeed. Even if you know the logic of this unique trick, it's not something you can get used to, and I kept making mistakes over and over again.

　---I had to learn how to manipulate magic power...the same process as when I learned how to use a spear before.

From the endless failures, I sorted out the unnecessary points and extracted only what was necessary for me. When I combine the remaining elements, the best technique for me is completed.

'This one is different. The flow of magic is too powerful. I'm going to try it. Let's give it a try for now."

---With a challenging smile on his face, Norwin is gradually perfecting a skill that deviates from the existing system of magic.

It would be some time before the world learned of his terrifying abilities.

　A few minutes later.

'Norwin! Today is Misha's birthday!"

　Bang! Saraswati kicked open the door and came running into the room, and Norwin looked up in surprise when he heard her yell.

"I forgot. ------"

"I hope you have a present or something for her?"

"I'm not sure what to do."

" I'm going to go buy one now!"

　Norwin is pulled by the ear by Saraswati and dragged away. The future hero's dignity was not present in his appearance

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