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"Rachel! I'm so glad you woke up!

My mother comes to the pillow as the door opens up in momentum. When my mother's cold hands were placed on my cheeks, my eyes became touched and hot because I was prepared to never see her again.

"Mother."

"Rachel, you're still pale. Let's see a doctor."

Signon the same brunette as me, and this is quite beautiful because the same tight eyes as mine are hanging even more, but they look very tight.

But this mother is never cold or harsh, and she is calm and gentle, full of love, unsuitable for appearance.

"Come on, let's see. Let's start with a full body exam and magic flow."

I didn't realize it was my mother's momentum, but behind me was Dr. Donald, a royal doctor with a white mustache.

Sarah looked worried behind it.

Since I woke up, I felt Dr. Donald's warm magic transmit through my body because of his weakness, but I still did.

"This is..."

"Doctor, what's wrong? Rachel must be recovering, right?

My mother was perplexed by Dr. Donald, who would look seriously harsh.

I was somehow realizing what Dr. Donald was trying to say.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

"The magic is withering"

I can barely feel the magic that was rising.

There is nothing commonplace from birth. That's in the middle of a mess. Even I notice a boulder.

"Oh, no."

"Ma'am, be sure!

"'Cause I've never heard of magic dying."

My mother seemed shocked by the doctor's words, holding her head down and glancing.

Sarah blushed and supported her mother's hips.

"I guess you've never heard of it. I just read it in the literature, and it's actually my first experience."

"How can I! How do we get back!

Even as my mother grabbed the doctor's arm and raised her high voice, the doctor only shook her head with a difficult face.

I was just looking at the blur. My mother's disturbance, on the contrary, made me feel refreshed.

No one has no magic in this world.

Nobles are many with strong magic, and civilians are many with few.

A lot less seems to depend on the size of a tank like a barrel of magic.

Depending on the person, the size of the washer and the size of the well vary.

I was always storing magic the size of a lake because I was originally quite magical.

It withers, that is, the tank of magic is gone.

In doing so, the lack of magic weakens the immune system that protects the body, and colds and the like tend to get worse. Moreover, being in a constantly tiresome condition would also make it harder to walk on your own.

Even a tank of magic as small as a washbasin has nothing to do with life if the magic is filled there.

It's just a difference in the magnitude of the magic you can use.

Oh, my God. Maybe it's not a forgiveness or a temporary dream.

Isn't this the punishment given to me for trying to harm and tormenting people?

Last time raw, I used this magic to try to hurt the Virgin. I'm sure that's what this is about.

If so, what a blessing.

Because I'm the only one who suffers.

Now you don't have to hurt anyone. You don't even have to torment the others.

You didn't have to die, Sarah and your man.

The Virgin who was jealous and tried to harm me.

Maybe we can really start over.

I was relieved and overflowed with nature and a grain of tears from my eyes.