Chapter 47.1

While walking down the road Misha said to me.

“What do you need the magic model for?”

“Aah.”

I put the magic model on my fingertip and hold it out to Misha.

“This is the first magic model I’ve made so I want you to have it Misha.”

Misha blinked a couple of times then smiled happily.

“Thank you.” she says while staring at the model.

“How is it?”

“……..Amazing……..”

Misha changes the angles and takes a long slow look at my magic model.

After several minutes pass she’s still looking intently at the model.

This is the first time I’ve seen Misha so engrossed in something. It seems she’s not only interested in making them but in the models themselves.

“Beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Even the places you don’t normally see are created.”

Did she notice? As expected of Misha.

“It’s the structure that’s important to Construction Creation . If you create a sword without thinking about the structure of it then the end result will be a pretty poor sword. Magic models are the same. Just making the appearance of it won’t work well.”

Misha nods at my words with a serious look on her face.

“When you create stone, don’t create the stone. Create the atoms that make up the stone. This was something often said in the age of myths.”

“Who’s words?”

“Mine.”

It’s easy for me to say that but not many people can do it.

“……………….”

Misha stares at the magic model again.

“Like I said it’s yours if you like it.”

Misha’s eyes round.

“Is that okay.”

“It’s my gift to you for going out with me today.”

Using I created a ring band and used the magic model like a gem and placed the ring on Misha’s right-hand index finger.

“With this, you can look at it whenever you want though it’s a bit insipid as a gem since it doesn’t sparkle.”

Misha shook her head from side to side and showed off a very happy smile.

“It’s beautiful.”

“I see.”

Misha nods.

“……..Arnos can do anything…….”

While looking at the ring Misha says those words in a manner close to a monologue.

“Well, there’s nothing impossible for me.”

When I said that Misha looked a little discouraged.

“………I can’t do anything…….”

“That’s not true.”

Misha looks at me.

“Arnos helped me.”

“I did.”

“So I want to help you in return.”

After falling silent for a little while Misha continues.

“Avos Dillheavia is a fake. I want to help Arnos too.”

She’s saying an admirable thing.

“But I’m not necessary for Arnos who can do anything.”

I see. So you’ve lost heart huh?

Misha is as kind as ever.

“Perhaps, but even I have limits.”

Misha blinks at me.

“You have good demon eyes and you’re good at creation magic. If you focus on those two things alone you may even surpass me.”

“…….Really?”

“I’m not omnipotent. An unforeseen impossibility may appear. The only thing I will never be surpassed in is my power to destroy.”

I destroyed, ruined and destroyed again to change the impossible into the possible, however, I’m not stupid nor blind enough to make a habit of doing it for every situation that arises.

The more you prepare the better.

“The time may come when your creation magic will prove very useful.”

Naturally, the growth of Misha is essential for that.

“If you want to be my power then get closer to the abyss of magic.”

Misha nods in determination.

“I’ll wait for you.”

Misha’s eyes fill with a strong will

“I’ve only taken from Arnos but someday I’ll give back.”

“Aah, I look forward to it.”

At that time a *nyaa* sounded out.

A black cat stuck its head out of a nearby window with a signboard underneath for cat cafe [Silver Vine Pavilion].

“………Nyaa…..nyaa……..”

Misha imitated the cats call but the cat ignored her and went back in the cafe.

“……Nyaa……..”

Misha’s shoulders dropped a little.

“Shall we go in?”

“…….That okay?”

“Aah. Here’s where I was going anyway.”

“…….Arnos likes cats as well……?”

“Something like that.”

We entered [Silver Vine Pavilion] and were greeted with a cheerful “Welcome” from the staff.

Many cats were walking around and Misha was calling out to them “Nyaa nyaa.”

After sitting down a white cat jumped into Misha’s lap.

“Look Arnos.” Misha said happily “Cute.”

“I’m glad.”

Misha nodded with a smile.

“Nyaa? Nyaa?” Misha says while stroking the head of the white cat.

Of course, the cat doesn’t reply. It just relaxes in Misha’s lap.