I Surrendered My Sword for a New Life as a Mage: Volume 5 [Parts 1 to 8] by Shin Kouduki

Author:Shin Kouduki
Language: eng
Format: epub

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“So, what can witchcraft do, exactly?”

It all started when Soma asked that, at a point in time that could have been described as neither a chat nor a debate.

Soma had started helping Felicia mix potions, and it was becoming increasingly easy for her. That meant she could finish faster, but it didn’t change the cooking time, so she was left with nothing to do. Soma had suggested they use that time to share knowledge with each other.

Felicia told him about witchcraft and things about witches that weren’t mentioned in the Witch Book. Soma talked mainly about magic in general, which had led to the previous comment.

“I suppose I haven’t shown you any witchcraft... I haven’t had the opportunity.”

“Right, you’ve been busy mixing potions.”

“It isn’t easy to explain what exactly it can do, however... Would you like to see for yourself?”

She’d probably suggested it because she understood how interested Soma was in magic after all this time with him. It might also have been that she wanted to do something for him in return after all his help.

“I couldn’t possibly answer no to that,” he declared with a straight face.

She smiled crookedly. She could keenly sense his strong feelings toward magic.

Showing him witchcraft probably wouldn’t lead to anything...but Soma often said that you never knew what might serve as a catalyst. If she thought of this as a chance for him, then it wouldn’t be pointless.

In any case...

“Let’s go, then.”

“Oh? You aren’t going to do it here?”

“This wouldn’t be the best place. And this is a good opportunity, also.”

Felicia smiled slightly as Soma looked at her in puzzlement. It was an unusual sight from someone who usually acted as if he knew it all.

With Soma tagging along, she left the living room, heading not for the door into the back rooms but to stand under the starry sky.

†

In a sea of twinkling stars, Felicia stood with her eyes closed and hands clasped as if in prayer.

It was a prayer, in fact. And at the same time, it was repentance.

She prayed to this world.

She also repented to this world.

A wish that violated the world.

A curse that blighted the world.

Those were equivalent, identical. To the world, and to witches, there was not one difference between the two.

It was only humans who always saw them as different.

And that was why witches wished and prayed only for others.

No matter how the world looked at them because of it.

And no matter what others thought of her as a result.

Such wandering thoughts floated into her mind one after another, then vanished without halting there.

This was how it always was. When she used witchcraft, she fell into a sort of mild hypnotic state and was unable to maintain proper consciousness for very long.

But it was precisely what lay beyond that.

After feeling as if she were drifting off somewhere, letting the current of a river carry her along—she suddenly felt a connection to something.

“Rain.”

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