"Horsepower is like rain: it falls from the sky, flows into a valley, becomes a river, becomes an ocean, and then goes back up to the sky. You have to keep it circulating, not stop it."
A class at the training grounds inside the Wizards' Guild.
The project to create Mirabelle the Great Witch is in full swing.
Colton, the head of the Mages' Guild of Livria, has agreed to be Mirabelle's magic teacher. The head of a city's guild wants to teach her magic himself.
My Mirabelle, you're the best.
The lessons are held at the same time every day and are free of charge, and Colton stands to benefit greatly from Mirabelle's fame.
They had different intentions, but they both wanted the same thing, so it was a win-win.
"He'd be surprised to learn that the person he taught was actually a witch.
Well, that's none of my business.
"Well, I guess that's it for today's lesson, come back tomorrow with your magic flow more organized."
The lecture ended as I waited, cowering in the corner of the training grounds. Mirabelle walked over to me with Colton.
"Are you done?"
"Yes."
"What is Miss Mirabelle's condition?"
"As usual, the measurements were accurate. The amount of magic in her system and her maneuvering skills are beyond belief for someone who has only recently begun to learn magic. However...."
"Only?"
Colton blurted out. What the hell was wrong with this guy?
"Something's different."
"If you say so, I don't know."
"I'm telling you. Miss Mirabelle's magic is alien to normal magic, and I don't know why.Maybe she needs more time than I thought to use it."
It's because she's a witch.
I'm not a magical person, so I don't notice any difference, but I do know why. It's because witches and wizards work with magic a little differently.
"Okay, well, I don't know much about magic anyway, so I'll just trust you and leave it up to you."
"Haha, I can't believe you'd trust me so much, I'm a little nervous."
"Haha, you're welcome."
I have to trust him.
I'll have to do something.
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I don't own a house or run a shop, so I don't have any household chores for Mirabelle to do.
Even if I did, I wouldn't want her to do it.
I don't want her to work too much and then try to kill me when I free her, saying, "I got revenge for making you wash my panties!" It's a strange relationship between a master and a slave, where I'm the master and she's the slave.
Nevertheless, I try to keep her doing basic chores. I don't want her to become a crazy witch who can only use magic.
'Of course, I can't give up my maid's uniform even if I die.
When you're born a man, there's always something more precious than your life.
What Mirabelle has just been asked to do is to go shopping. I gave her some money and gave her a list of things to buy.
It doesn't take long for Mirabelle to return to the inn, and she lays out her purchases on the table.
A handkerchief, bug repellent incense, and a handheld magic lantern - nothing special, just the essentials of an adventure. And finally, a brown envelope.
Inside were fries.
Slime fritters, that is.
"There you go, you got everything."
"Phew...."
Mirabelle sighs and pats her chest in relief.
I must have been nervous, because I'm not going to make a mistake.
"Good job."
I casually reach out to stroke Mirabelle's head, and she flinches momentarily, dodging my touch.
Ouch. I shouldn't have tried to close the distance so quickly.
Well, then, I'll have to give her another prize. Luckily, I had something she might like.
He pulled a slime fritter from the bag he'd bought for Mirabelle and handed it to her.
"Here you go."
"I...what...?"
"Is there more here besides Miss Mirabelle? Come on."
Mirabelle, who stared at the slime fries in amazement, took them gingerly. She doesn't take another bite and looks at me.
She smiles and shrugs, and I take a bite.
"What do you think, is it good?"
"It's ...."
"Delicious."
Slime fritters.
It's just a gourmet food to me from Earth, but it means a lot to Mirabelle. That's a treat her mom used to make.
It's like the miso soup her mom used to make when she was alive.
Of course, Mirabelle knows that better than anyone else. Her indigo pupils instantly filled with water.
Slime splattered with tears. It's a picture that doesn't have much of an atmosphere, but it still manages to stir people's emotions.
"Why are you crying, is that so delicious?"
"Yes... it is."
"I don't know, I haven't tried it, so I don't know."
Little did I know, this would be a huge mistake.
"You haven't tried...?"
"Nope. I have a short mouth."
With that, Mirabelle fumbled with the bag, pulled out a slime fritter, and held it out to me.
"D, try it, it's salty and delicious."
"No, thank you."
"Ah...."
With a sigh, Mirabelle dropped the fry from her hand with a deadpan expression.
"It's... delicious."
Seriously, why do you look so sad. It's heartbreaking. Your reaction makes me feel like garbage for refusing.
I snatched the tempura from Mirabelle's hand. Even if it's slime, it's all the same when fried. With that thought in mind, I popped it into my mouth and chewed.
Mirabelle's eyes widened.
"Well, it doesn't taste too bad. Something salty is good for a snack."
"It is, isn't it? It's good on its own, but it's even better with some cold milk."
Mirabelle talks about things that only she knows. If it were me, I'd say, "What's that?" but it's different because she's a beautiful girl.
I didn't expect her to like it so much for empathizing with me. I'll have to buy her more often. Maybe even eat with her... Huh?
"I think I just twitched something."
"Wow, you must have gotten a fresh one. Sometimes that happens, you're lucky."
Oh, shit.
Lucky me.
I wonder if I'll ever eat them again.
I swallowed the slime fries somehow.
I can't spit out what I put in my mouth, so I splashed some water on it and it went down a little better.
Mirabelle, on the other hand, didn't stop eating them even after I finished them, as if slime fritters were her favorite. I don't know how many she bought, but they kept popping out like Doraemon bags.
I was going to wait until I was done, but this is going to keep me up all night. Listen while you eat.
"Guild President Colton told me today that Miss Mirabelle is different from other wizards. It's going to take her a long time to use her magic. Do you have any idea why?"
"Ugh."
Mirabelle coughed. She taps her chest in frustration, wondering if Sare heard.
I offer her the water, and she gulps it down without a second thought, then sighs to see if she's calmed down.
"I, I don't know... I've only just learned magic...."
"I see. Then I don't know how to fix it either."
It takes a long time for Mirabelle to learn magic. That was a problem for me.
"Mirabelle isn't the problem, it's what happens next.
Mirabelle's liberation is not timely. If you succeed in rescuing her from the slave carnival, you can take it easy.
But some slaves are not.
Some of the heroines are already enslaved, while others are slated to be enslaved due to an incident.
In the game, you can rescue slaves on the other side of the continent with the click of a button, but this is real life. I have to go out there and save her.
If you make a mistake and miss, it's a big mistake. Once you lose, you'll never win.
'The easiest way is to find a witch....'
If the spell is different from the one the wizard is practicing, you can learn it directly from the witch. I know the location of one or two witches, but not all.
Even with that knowledge, I still came to Libria because witches are a nasty lot.
As I said, Mirabelle is a one-in-a-thousand supernova, and not just among wizards, but among witches as well.
Even the witches covet her. If you take Mirabelle before them, you'll only be taken. Witches are uncontrollable.
So don't bother trying to find her. This leaves us with only one option: erasure. It's partly why I came to Libria in the first place.
I stood up from my seat.
"If you're finished, Miss Mirabelle, you might as well get up."
"Woof?"
"...Let's finish eating."
In order to grow your slaves most efficiently, you must utilize your game knowledge properly.
Over time, there may come a point where it becomes obsolete due to variables, but at least not right now.
"If it's already bad, it's a homecoming, so I'll just get a cute Suin and live happily ever after.
Disclaimer.
Taosl has several ways to train your slaves: you can feed them elixirs, not just skills, and you can equip them with gear.
Elixirs are good, but they're not something you want to start out with. You'll need to feed them for a long time, and it's expensive. This is a boudoir for the deceased.
What I can do for Mirabelle is equip her with equipment. Something that will allow her to maximize her efficiency in the here and now.
That's what I came to Libria for.
"Hahahahahahahaha!"
A deserted cemetery at dawn.
I was in the midst of a joyful digging session, wearing a disposable stealth robe I'd spent 2,000 points on.
"Lord, Lord, you can't do this! The penalty for being caught is death! The gods will be angry?"
"Hahahaha, Miss Mirabelle. You're stating the obvious. Yes, it is a capital offense if you get caught, but if you want to survive in this harsh world, you need to know this. Take it to heart."
"What, what?"
"It's not a crime if you don't get caught."
The principle of presumption of innocence.
You're innocent until proven guilty.
In other words, if there's no trial, let alone a verdict, you're innocent!
Mirabelle screams, but quickly covers her mouth with her hand, afraid someone will hear her. Don't worry. Store-bought stealth robes are expensive and disposable, but they're as good as the best artifacts.
You'll never be seen unless the archmage casts a detection spell?
Tick.
As I continue digging, my shovel snags on something. I dig around it and pick it up.
It was a silver sack that glinted in the moonlight despite the darkness of dawn, a staff with a brilliant crystal at the end.Three hundred years ago, a High Elf who had fallen in love with the wise Arseria had carved the staff from a branch of the World Tree and presented it to his lover.
She passed it on to her half-elf son, Inaxia, born to Arceria and a high elf, and he died quietly here in Libria. Half-elves live shorter lives than full-blooded elves.
The half-elf is buried in a 7X7 grave in the Librian Cemetery, which can be dug up with the Sage's Staff.
[Obtained Celestial Oath].
This will greatly increase Mirabelle's magical abilities!
"Here you go, Miss Mirabelle. This is a gift from me to you!"
I happily handed the staff over to Mirabelle, and her expression was... wow... indescribable.