"Fran is a wind attribute, right?"
"Yes. I'm not particularly skilled in attack magic, so I often use wind to spread thinly and detect things."
While waiting for Instructor Legrit at the training grounds, it was a casual topic of conversation, but an interesting answer came back.
I see. It's magic that can be formed through imagination without specific procedures such as chanting or drawing magic circles, so the range of application seems wide.
I was completely ignorant of magic, but I was able to use the rubber suit magic, so there's no need to be bound by fixed ideas. Perhaps my unique magic of retrieving my frustrations was born from the image of a broom being equal to cleaning.
There may be a surprising number of things that can be done without any attributes. My mood improved a little.
"Fran's magic! Show me!!"
"...It's wind magic, so you can't see it, you know?"
That's certainly true, but I don't care at all. I just want to see Fran use magic.
"...Well then, excuse me."
Fran, who was convinced by my enthusiasm, concentrated her consciousness, and a cool wind brushed my cheeks. It was gentle on my slightly sweaty skin.
"Thank you, Fran. By the way, can this wind change the temperature?"
"If only a little. It's impossible to make it freeze cold or burn hot enough to cause burns."
I'm a little jealous of the air conditioning magic.
But I don't really understand the theory of temperature changes with wind magic.
In my previous life, heat and cold were only plus and minus directions of thermal energy. However, in this world, heat is defined as a fire attribute, and cold is defined as a water attribute. So, to adjust the temperature with wind magic, do you need to combine the attributes of fire and water?
"Isn't wind something that can be warm or cold?"
When I asked my question directly, I was given a strange look in return.
So, in other words, is Fran using magic according to her own imagination? Does it go beyond the classification of attributes unconsciously?
I want to take Fran to the scorching desert where you can get sunburned by sunlight and the extremely cold place where you can hammer nails with bananas. Will the temperature adjustment of wind magic power up?
It seems that Professor Legritt has arrived, my lady," Fran informed me in secret as I was considering mistreating the maid.
But I still couldn't see Professor Legritt. Ah, so this is Fran's detection magic.
As I looked around the training ground, I could see a circle with a radius of about 50 meters centered on Fran, and a haze of mana was boiling up from it. Some of it was obscured by the buildings, but it must be the boundary of the detection range. The inside was filled with Fran's wind magic, and the mana flowed back into the air outside the detection range, so I could recognize the boundary where the haze of mana could be seen.
It seems that certain conditions need to be met, but I may be more of a cheater than I thought, since I can indirectly see wind magic that should be invisible.
Yesterday, I easily learned strengthening magic (or so it's supposed to be), so I decided to try healing and magic bullets as well.
First, I tried the healing magic on Fran. I know it's impossible for a noble daughter and a magic user like me to harm her, and it's unlikely that Professor Legritt, whom we invited as a tutor, would allow it, but I don't want to see Fran get hurt. I hope you understand.
Since it's out of the question to do it on the spot, I asked Professor Legritt, a doctor with light attributes, for some tips. Slowly transfer the magic power to the affected area, send an image that relieves pain, and have an image of returning to the original healthy state.
There's no problem with slowly transferring the magic power. I haven't tried it on a person, but I've been stuffing the haze of mana into things for a long time, so I'm used to transferring magic power. I can probably do it if I think of the image of pain relief as anesthesia.
However, it doesn't seem to be amplifying the natural healing power. Does it forcibly return to a healthy state? The image is a bit difficult.
After practicing transferring magic power to Professor Legritt a few times, I received a passing grade. Since the magic in this world is mostly determined by imagination, once you learn the trick, your success or failure is almost determined. If you can't internalize the trick, no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to learn it.
Now, it's time to put it into practice. I thought I'd just make a small cut with a needle, but Fran slashed her palm with wind magic.
"Fran~!!!"
Suppressing screams, anger, and tears, I infused magic power into Fran's bleeding right hand. I couldn't remember the tricks or the feeling of practice. All I had was a strong desire to heal Fran as soon as possible.
I fervently wished for her to return to normal.
The effect was dramatic.
As if rewinding time, the wound on my hand disappeared. The blood that had fallen to the ground remained there, but even the blood that had yet to drip returned inside of Fran.
Logic didn't matter anymore.
I was just glad Fran was okay.
"As expected of the young lady. I was confident in your success, so I had no fear," said the instructor, Legrit, with a smile.
Fran's smile, as if to say it was natural for her to succeed, made me angry.
I'm tearing up now, you know? I was scared!
I'm definitely pinching those cheeks later.
"Congratulations on your success, Scarlet-sama," said Legrit's voice, rising. Why is that? Did I go too far again?
This time it's Fran's fault.
It seems that if you can transfer magic or healing, shooting magical bullets isn't difficult.
You just gather magic in your hand and shoot it at the target. The power, speed, and effective range are determined by the amount of magic you put into it. It seems like something I could do just by hearing about it.
But apparently, guiding one to think that way is essential in teaching magic.
The target is a training dummy with shock-absorbing material.
I'm 10 meters away from the target and facing my palms towards it.
And of course, I can't forget to control my magic.
Since I was born, I've been obsessed with collecting my excess magic. I'm sure I have a lot of it. If an average person is a glass of water, then I'm probably a pool full of magic. If I were to turn on the faucet without thinking, it would definitely be a disaster.
I'm a learning woman.
Fran might be too late, but I can't show the uncivilized side of our household to Legrit, who came from outside.
I gather just a little bit of magic.
And gently open the faucet in my mind.
"Oh, this is clumsy,"
In the moment she unleashed her magic, she realized her assumptions were too naive.
Panicking, she tried to limit her magic.
However, the blast couldn't be stopped.
As a result, an invisible bullet, which had barely reduced its launch caliber, pierced through the target and the wall behind it, leaving a fist-sized hole.
She couldn't see what was beyond that, and as the building collapsed shortly after, she had no way to confirm. Later, she learned that it was a warehouse that had collapsed, and was relieved that there were no human casualties.
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"Sorry, I thought it was a pool, but it seems to be a dam."
If she hadn't restricted her magic at the last moment, she probably would have ended up like a "Kamehameha."
While Fran and I were speechless due to the unexpected impact, the lecturer Leglit was trembling with fear. Although she could face a monster without getting hurt, she was aware of her monstrous appearance.
Just because it's a fantasy world doesn't mean that imitating shonen manga battle scenes is commonplace.
Personally, I thought it was understandable for Leglit to react like that, but Fran, a competent servant, wasn't of the same mind.
However, she never resorted to violence or raised her voice.
"Lord Leglit, the head of the main family would like to speak with you. May I guide you?"
Instead, she put on a stunningly beautiful smile.
It was so powerful that it left no room for objections.
Since they were being taken to her father's place without an appointment, it must have been something serious.
I know what I did was wrong, but I don't have the authority to stop it. I'm sorry.
I know what will happen to her from now on. It's like when I made a marble with her and her mother and Tetra were like that.
Probably, they threatened her with the Marquis's power and made her sign a contract not to talk about me. It's one of those spells that forces you to behave.
Maybe she'll be forced to quit the magic tower and work under the Marquis's supervision.
The maids at the time of the marble incident were like that, you know. Well, they're loyal, so they still work for me.
By the way, a few days later, a magic practitioner with a magic attribute measurement qualification was hired at our house.
Nice to meet you... is it okay?