Oh yeah, I did say that.
“Sorry. Is the day over now we’ve done the aptitude test?”
“………Nn………”
She took the trouble to wait so it would be awkward to leave now. I can’t do something like that.
“Well then, as a celebration for passing do you want to go out and have some fun?”
Though she’s as deadpan as ever it appears like she’s puzzled a bit.
“With me?”
“Yeah.”
“That okay?”
“I’m inviting you.”
What are you thinking?
Misha looks down and remains silent.
“If you’ve got some business to take care of don’t worry about it.”
“…….I’ll go……..”
“Really? Okay then, do you want to come to my house first? I’m sure my mother is making a feast and waiting.”
Misha nods again.
“All right then. Hold on.”
I hold out my hand and Misha holds it without any hesitation.
“Like this?”
“That’s it. Let’s leave.”
Flight <Fures> like the name implies it allows you to fly. It’s pretty easy to use but there’s a better magic for moving around.
“I’m ready. Hold my hand harder.”
“Understood.”
Misha strengthened her grip on my hand.
A magic circle is drawn on the ground and the scenery in front of us is dyed a pure white. The next moment a blacksmith and appraisers shop called [Solar Wind] appears before us.
It’s a wooden house with the 2nd floor being our living area.
“We’ve arrived. This is my house.”
I say this but Misha is still staring at the signboard in front of us.
Her face hasn’t changed but it appears like she’s surprised somehow.
“…….Magic?………”
“Yeah, Transfer <Gatom>. A very brief explanation is that it connects two spaces and allows for instantaneous movement.”
Misha closes her mouth then opens it again and mutters some words.
“……Lost magic……..”
Fumu. Seem’s she’s unfamiliar with it.
“What is it?”
“It’s a magic that no one knows how to use anymore. It was lost back in the age of myths.”
I see. Magic seems to have degenerated more than I thought over the last 2000 years. Though it’s existence is known those who can use it have disappeared.
I can sort of understand it though. <Gatom> is a magic that I created and even in the age of myths, those that could use it were few.
“……Arnos is a genius…..?”
*Haha* I laugh unintentionally.
“…..Serious…….”
“No no, I’m sorry. It’s a bit embarrassing being called a genius for just this much.”
I won’t deny I’m a genius though. Anyway, I only want to be told this when I use magic no one else can use.
“………Who are you Arnos……?”
“I’m the founder. The demon king.”
Misha’s expressionless face suddenly showed surprise.
“……Reincarnated……?”
“You believe me?”
Misha thought about it and said
“….You have proof….?”
After all, she doesn’t believe me.
“I am proof. This is my power but the people in this time have weak demon eyes and don’t have the ability to stare into the abyss that is my power.”
Misha falls silent and seems troubled.
Originally the demon king proved his existence by power but in this era, they are obsessed with pure blood, royalty and other superficial things.
If I’m honest this era is a bit different from my original idea.
“Arnos’ magic power is enormous. I cannot see the bottom of it either.”
If Misha can’t see it then pretty much everyone else will have no idea.
If I press it any more than this it will become an annoyance for her.
“It’s fine. You will understand soon enough. Let’s go.”
“…..Nn…….”
I opened the door to my house.
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