68-62 The pride of the master, driving the disciples

After we left the Adventurers Guild, we did some shopping and then returned to the Healers Guild, but today we were not attacked.

Whether it was because the magic tools were interesting or because we had free time now, the healers and Nahlia were working together to start preparing dinner.

'We're back. Are you all making dinner today?

I ask with a laugh, and Mr. Jord replies on behalf of me.

''Yes. Because we won't have anything to do at present once the recovery magic study session is over. Even so, this collection of recipes is amazing. There was even something from my hometown in it.

He smiled happily and the other healers got excited as well.

And Nahlia nodded, but Lionel was behind her, so she dismissed this conversation without prying.

''Then I'll leave the cooking to you for today. Also, tomorrow, the healers will go to the Adventurer's Guild with me. Oh, I won't fight. I will heal you for free tomorrow only to let you know the healing magic of the healers. I've discussed this with the Pope, so please don't worry.

I'm going to the Adventurer's Guild. As soon as I said this, the blood seemed to drain from their faces.

So I told them that I wouldn't fight right away. I was saddened to see a glimpse of what they thought of me, but then they started to listen with a relieved expression on their faces.

'We'll have lunch tomorrow and then head out. Piazza-san will stay in the guild tomorrow to command the crime slaves. Then I'll be in the basement for a bit, so call me when dinner is ready.

Yes, Master Luciel.

While laughing, Mr. Jordo put his hand on his chest in a salute pose, and everyone followed suit, laughing.

Thinking it was a good trend for Mr. Jord to create this atmosphere, I too saluted and laughed and decided to go down to the basement.

Keti wanted to talk to Nahlia and stayed on the first floor, so Lionel was the only one next to her.

''Well this is the basement, right?''

When I muttered that, Lionel, who wasn't surprised this morning, was indeed surprised.

''........was, will it be?''

Lionel, who thought he was calm and collected, is indeed amused, and doesn't seem to have the usual feeling of realizing everything.

That's probably true. Who would think they could create such a pseudo-space in a few hours?

Until this morning, the basement floor was as bright as the Labyrinth of Trials, with high ceilings and magic stones to adjust the brightness.

There was a small field there, which should have been an easy exercise space for the Forenoirs to walk in.

However, the current basement floor has an empty ceiling, even the sun, and even the occasional wind.

The fields are as fluffy as if they had been tilled with a plow, and there is even a fence to prevent the forenoirs from entering.

And what used to be a place for the forenoirs to walk around was turned into a farm, where they seemed to spend their time in peace and quiet.

"Can this happen in real life? More importantly, can you make this stuff up by hand?

'Thanks to Master. The level of the magician and the skill level of the magician's tool making skills have increased.

It was Paula, not Lionel, who answered the murmur.

'It's not like it's happening. What, Paula can create pseudo-space?'

'We still need to move up two more ranks before we can use the spatial expansion.

You're shaking your head, but isn't this kid's ability to be broken? Then Dolan appeared, and his grandson began to boast.

'Oh!' You have returned, Master Luciel, Lionel. I've reinforced all the levels. Now all that remains is for us to make something useful for everyone.

This dwarf, I was about to say it was a total hobby. I was dumbfounded, and Paula held out her hand to me.

'Hmm? What is it Paula?

Give me the magic stone, please.

..........

..........

I looked at Dolan and he tore his gaze away from me.

'It's gone, okay? I gave Dolan everything I had, and I told him there was nothing more to it.

Hearing this, Paula gradually felt like crying and told Dolan a few words.

Guha!

The mental damage to Dolan is very destructive.

''It couldn't be helped. Because Luciel-dono wanted to make the Healer's Guild safe, he needed all of that amount of magical stones to ward the entire guild. Paula understands that, don't you?

'Grandfather said the master has a lot of magic stones.

That's.........

I ask Lionel as they start arguing.

'How high are these two?'

''If you're a blacksmith or a mage, you're top-notch and near top-notch. Of all the people I've met, Dolan-san is one-handed, and Paula is young, but her skill is quite good enough for both hands.

'Is Nahlia as strong as Lionel and Keti, or as skilled as Doran and Paula?

Nahlia has no fighting skills or taste in magic.

Yes.

''Well I can just teach you to be sensitive to signs, to block out your own signs and magic, and to be polite.

It's normal... Huh? What is wrong with all of you? Or is this more common?

''Master Luciel, you can either follow me to get the magic stone or order me to get the magic stone.

Dolan clutched at me, looking like he was about to cry. When I looked, Paula had her cheeks puffed out and her arms crossed. It was easy to see she was angry but....

No. Instead, I'll give you this. Write down what you want to make on this and imagine what you want to make. Then discuss with me what you want to make. I'll keep the magic stone for the time being.

Oh, no.

Dolan's shoulders slumped powerlessly, and Paula, who had been puffy earlier, had changed to a stunned expression.

Paula didn't seem like a child who had a lack of expression.

With that in mind, she handed them both a piece of parchment, ink and a pen.

'Please submit or explain what you want to make on this and its effects and performance in a clear description. If you adopt it, I'll take care of the magic stone.

They took the parchment, thanked me and immediately went downstairs.

When I look at them, I feel like I can do my best tomorrow...

I'll let you be my escort.

Please....

I was hoping that tomorrow's demonstration at the Adventurer's Guild would be a success as I cast a cleansing spell on Forenoir and the others.

Dinner that day was better than usual.

For the night's security, Lionel and Keti would split the crime slaves 50/50 in defense, and I went to bed after contacting the Pope and training my magic as usual.

After I woke up in the morning, I went to the kitchen after stretching and training my magic manipulation, I went to the kitchen and put the ingredients down when Nahlia called out to me.

''Master, good morning,''

Good morning. You'll take care of the kitchen today. I'm gonna do a little training downstairs.

Yes, sir.

''Good morning Lionel!''

We've been waiting for you.

Smiling so smilingly, Lionel's right hand was equipped with a large sword and his left hand with a large shield.

''Well how did you know I was coming to train?''

'When people get into a habit, it makes them feel sick when they don't do what they're in the habit of doing.

So?

I will train Lady Luciel as I promised.

He laughs at that, but I'm sure he doesn't really mean it.

''Well if you don't tell me how you really feel, I'll just run by myself.

Then he cowered his shoulders and spoke up.

'To make sure my combat senses aren't dulled. The other thing I've heard of is a battered healer who can revive you if you don't inflict a fatal wound, and I've always envied him.

Who's that? From where? As he was thinking about this, Lionel read that and raised one of his names.

'Brod the Whirlwind... he and I killed each other once in the arena (and went at it) about twenty years ago, and we ended up both falling down and getting a draw, but from there we became good friends, exchanging letters from time to time.

Master Brod! That's a perfect match! Is it still a confirmed battle madness?

''Well I'm a healer I can die really easily, so be careful.

I have important things to do today. So let's work on that.

Okay. I'll wait until I've made a run for it.

I ran with Lionel watching me, doing my flexibility exercises and getting ready.

I only had a bad feeling relative to Lionel, but I did my best to put up a barrier and then decided to go with the flow.

If I were to compare Master Brod and Lionel, it would be skill and strength.

Master Brod's sword, hands and evasive skills are outstanding.

Lionel has a strong sword and an iron shield that can cut off the enemy with a single blow.

Their images are a panther and a bear.

I didn't see any running lights in today's training.

The only time I saw Lionel, who had sliced through my left arm with his shield, he looked very impatient, and I thought his impatience was similar to that of Instructor Brod.

But I prayed hard that this mock battle wouldn't become a routine, and I kept shouting in my mind to come and call out "breakfast is ready" as soon as possible.