Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

In terms of value, there are less than a handful of items in the magic world today that are worth more than this. It is undoubtedly an incomparable treasure.

Its value is comparable to that of a hegemonic superpower. Even the old men in the Wandering Sea are willing to make an exception for this engraving and open their doors.

But now it is worried that the engraving will bring burden to someone, as if in its opinion, this mysterious and precious crystal is not as important as someone's peaceful future.

"But Ewendong would definitely choose to inherit it, inheriting this mark and everything that comes with it."

Hearing the footsteps coming from inside the house, the cloak returned to its normal appearance, and the weakness in his heart dissipated, leaving only relief and anticipation for the person in front of him.

"Come on, today is the last day."

"……I know."

The words they exchanged were few and far between, but it was very satisfied.

What needs to be said about this year has already been said, and it is most appropriate to watch its final scene with a calm face.

But there was only one sentence it left for this child who was both his disciple and his son.

"Evindong, you must remember that this is the truth I was the last to understand. Don't follow in my footsteps and become such an inhuman."

The purpose of concealment is not important; the act itself is meaningful.

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Since ancient times, places surrounded by mountains are most likely to gather wind and water, and people in the magic world have a deeper understanding of this.

The deposit points of spiritual veins are mostly at the intersection of mountains and rivers. This is an unchanging rule.

Misaki Town is such a city.

Even though it has completed modernization by riding the wave of development in the golden age, the surrounding dense hills and large lush forests are also silent reminders.

——The shadow that is contrary to modern civilization still lurks here, and those who do not have evil in their hearts should not set foot here at will.

To support this impression, there are rumors circulating on the streets.

"Halfway up the hill from the White Dog Mound, there's a witch's house. When the white fog shrouds the house, it comes alive and devours children."

"There are people who often come and go in luxury cars. I'm afraid they are people who have been bewitched by a witch."

"I often hear the witch's screams in the middle of the night. She must be secretly brewing a potion to disguise her appearance."

These rumors were not made up out of thin air. Many residents actually saw it, so there was indeed an ugly witch living in the haunted house on the hillside.

——"Of course that's impossible!"

A certain jk cried out silently in the depths of his heart.

"Putting everything else aside, what does 'ugly' mean?! Please stop stereotyping witches, okay?! After all, do you ordinary people really know the definition of a 'witch'?"

Yes, as a person involved in the rumors, it is inevitable to be so angry and irritable, right?

However, although it is a rumor, there is some truth in it.

The girl is indeed a "witch" in a broad sense, a woman who explores the path of magic.

She wields magic power, manipulates familiars, sets up barriers, and constructs spells; she is largely consistent with the public's impression of a witch.

Although still a half-baked one.

She had lived as a normal person for fifteen years, and had been thrown into the world of magicians for only about two years.

Both his proficiency in magic and the mentality a magician should have are far from enough.

The evidence of this is that she is still stubbornly trying to maintain a balance between herself as an ordinary high school student and herself as a magician.

Her cohabitants have criticized her mentality, and the girl thinks the criticism is reasonable, but she has not given up yet.

And it was precisely because of this persistence that she fell into such an unhappy situation.

"That irresponsible teacher! Today is the school's construction day. Why should I sacrifice my precious sleep and run to school in such heavy rain?"

"You should shoulder your responsibilities as a teacher. All you do all day is smile and laugh, but you're not at all efficient when it comes to doing your job!"

The angry girl put the little red umbrella on her shoulder and looked up at the gloomy sky covered with dark clouds. Her mood was exactly the mirror image of the sky.

The girl's name is Aozaki Aoko and she is currently 17 years old.

He studies at the only private high school in Misaki Town and also serves as the student council president. He is deeply trusted by teachers and students and is known as the "Almighty Aozaki".

The teacher probably felt that this incident was troublesome, so he clapped his hands and said, "Why don't you ask the student council president to do it?" and easily handed it to her.

However, it also indirectly reflects the teachers' trust in Aozaki Aoko.

"It's really cold. Will this winter be even more unbearable? I clearly advised Youzhu to add some heating equipment, why did you refuse?"

"Shouldn't I clean the room? The windows are a bit dusty, and the dust on the floor is so obvious that I can't bear to look at it. But I'm so tired lately and don't feel like cleaning~~~"

Complaining about something casually, Aozaki Aoko used daily trivialities to wake herself up from her lazy mental state. Doing things in a muddled way was not her style.

She will firmly refuse to do things she doesn't want to do, but will do her best to complete things she has promised, regardless of her own likes and dislikes. This is one of her life principles.

A woman like steel (laughs), intimidating.

Walking through the familiar streets, thanks to the cold wind today and the unhappiness in her heart, Aozaki Aoko was fully awake when she stepped onto the slope.

The school is located quite far away from the commercial street, and students have to climb a long slope every time they go to school, which has caused a lot of complaints from them.

But Aozaki Aoko unexpectedly thought it was pretty good.

"From here, you can see the entire Misaki Town. It's surprisingly beautiful. Every time I see this view, I feel like the hard work of climbing up the hill has paid off."

Standing at the top of the slope, she looked back and saw the buildings arranged in an orderly manner.

The crisscrossing roads divide the city like ink strokes. If you follow the asphalt roads and expand your vision into the distance, you will find that the edge of the city seems to be connected to the mountains and forests.

The buildings on the edge have become blurred, but the hillsides and forests are clearly visible in contrast.

Only at this moment can the relationship between city/civilization and woods/nature be so harmonious.

Misaki Town may not be ranked among the top cities in the country, but it is indeed the hometown where the girl grew up.

"Humph."

Aozaki Aoko, feeling suddenly a little happier, walked towards the school. She hoped that this happiness could support her in completing this commission.

Of course, this is just a luxury.

This joy was completely exhausted when I saw the young man in the office who was leisurely drinking tea with a smile on his face, and all that was left was cold anger.

"So, Mr. Yamashiro, could you please elaborate on those two so-called transfer students?"

Chapter 3 The Beginning of Mistakes

"Where's the greeting? Aozaki-san isn't such a cold person, right? At least say hello to the teacher."

"Really? Then I hope Mr. Yamashiro is in a good mood like the weather today. What a great blessing, isn't it?"

The young man holding the coffee cup looked out the window. The rain outside had subsided a lot, but the raindrops were still splashing. Such weather coupled with the cold autumn weather was not a scene that could make people happy at all.

"Ah, forget it. If my mood is anything like today's weather, I feel like I'm going to rot in the dampness."

Faced with students with expressionless faces and sharp and cruel eyes, the teachers were the ones who raised the white flag the quickest.

"I know, I know. I'm really sorry to call a student on vacation in such bad weather. I apologize to you. This cup of coffee is my apology, okay?"

Teacher Yamashiro skillfully made a cup of instant coffee and pushed the bottom of the cup towards Aozaki Aoko with a smile on his face.

"Stain."

Aozaki Aoko curled her lips and took the cup of coffee. Although she and her roommate were both tea lovers, she herself was not averse to other drinks.

And it was indeed a bit cold today, and hot coffee could warm her body a lot. For this reason, she forgave this irresponsible teacher for the time being.

Seeing Aozaki Aoko start to sip silently, Yamashiro also breathed a sigh of relief.

He was not a tough teacher to begin with and was not good at dealing with strong-willed students, so it was great that Aoko was willing to restrain herself.

"Then take your time drinking, Aozaki-san. I'll give you a brief overview of the situation."

"Yeah, that's perfect. I just heard on the phone that they wanted me to show two transfer students around the school. I don't know anything else."

"Is that all you said? It must be nerve-wracking." Teacher Yamashiro put down his coffee cup with a wry smile.

"Actually, I was planning to come here by myself. That's a teacher's job, after all. But those two people are really a bit too much to handle."

Qingzi paused slightly and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Although she has always been rude to Mr. Yamashiro and does not agree with his teaching method of joking with students every day, it does not mean that she has a bad opinion of him.

Liking someone doesn't mean wanting to get close to them, and hating someone doesn't mean disapproval. Aozaki Aoko's ideas are different from those of ordinary people.

She hated Mr. Yamashiro's behavior, but recognized his affinity and sociability. Probably no one would reject someone who greeted them with a smile when they first met them.

"Could this transfer student, who even Mr. Yamashiro finds difficult, be one of those scoundrels who live on the fringes of society? Did you ask me to come here so they can experience the physics rules of Misaki High School and behave themselves?"

"No, no, no! Aozaki-kun, please take back your dangerous idea!"

Watching the slender beast begin to move its wrists, the teacher hurriedly stopped the crime that was about to happen before his eyes.

"They're not dangerous. I've never met any more harmless students than them. It's very comfortable to communicate with them. They will respond to you very seriously."

"That's good. I also like people who work seriously." Putting down the cup of coffee, Aozaki Aoko suddenly became interested in the two transfer students.

"Then what's the reason? Why did you call me here, Mr. Yamashiro? It can't be that you're just trying to play a trick on me."

Hearing the girl's question, a hint of embarrassment appeared on Mr. Yamashiro's smiling face.

"How should I put it? Well, communication is comfortable and good, but I always feel that my thoughts are not in sync with yours, teacher. It should have been a back-and-forth exchange, but it slowly turned into a one-man show for me, which makes me doubt myself a little bit."

"what?"

"Anyway, teacher, I think this might be a generation gap issue. So, let you, Aozaki-san, who is the same age as them, come. Maybe it will be effective. How about we talk about the rest on the way?"

"I see. I see."

The complaints she had heard in the morning had not dissipated, but Aozaki Aoko had been able to convince herself. The reasons given by Teacher Yamashiro were a bit flimsy, but they were enough for her. All she had to do now was to complete this commission.

"Then lead the way, Mr. Yamashiro. Where are the two transfer students?"

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"Hu...Ha..." He opened his mouth to breathe, and the window in front of him was immediately stained with a stain of white dirt, which slowly disappeared after a moment, leaving no trace.

The black-haired boy seemed to be attracted by this scene and repeated it tirelessly.

"Is this the city? It's definitely different from the village. They actually use this material to make windows. Hmm, glass can actually do this kind of thing."

A figure as ordinary and upright as a weed stood by the window, and there was a sense of amazement in his tone that he himself was not aware of, but the content sounded a little weird when you listened carefully.

The speaker was an ordinary young man, standing upright but relaxed, like a quiet nerd.

His hairstyle was a popular short one, of ordinary length and smoothness, the kind you'd find in an old barbershop in a corner.

There is nothing impressive on the face. The eyes, nose and mouth have no outstanding features, making it an ordinary face.

He is ordinary and gentle, a guy who does not arouse people's vigilance.

He has a name, Shizuki Sojuro, which seems both suitable and inappropriate for him.

He is indeed as ordinary as the weeds that can be seen everywhere, full of vitality; but he is also so isolated, maintaining a sense of existence that is out of tune with the surroundings, which does not match the plural character "ten".

"Student Evindon Uberelle Oselheide, are the windows in your house also made of glass?"

After stopping his childish and confused behavior, Shizuki Sojuro recited the surprisingly long string of names in a serious manner, asking the people around him who were in the same room and in the same situation as him.

This wasn't out of a spirit of sympathy or a casual question out of boredom; Shizuki Sojuro really wanted to know something.

"No, although the two are now inseparable and strongly bound together, the first thing that comes to mind when talking about windows is square, transparent glass panels, but the windows where I live are an exception."

Taking off the earphones covering his ears, the young man leaning against the wall responded in a low voice, like the calm and cold surface of a lake on a cold day, with no visible ripples.

But this is just an appearance. He is not someone who is so cold and inaccessible. As long as you muster up the courage to talk to him, you will find that Evindong just rarely speaks actively.

The boy's name was Evindon Euberel Oselheide, given by a teacher who was very important to him. This name structure is out of place in this country today.

However, this incompatibility actually suits him. Compared with the weed-like boy next to him, he is much more eye-catching.