25. Adherent Dragon / Nigris Daily life

The adherent dragon.

He starts his morning by repairing his nest.

His house was destroyed by a fireball shot from the sky by a crazy girl.

The angry adherent dragon was beat back by Nigris and had no choice but to return in tears.

“Gau …”

The sorrowful adherent dragon builds a roof by stacking tree branches with his small hands.

And then it felt a strange wind.

There were signs of monsters gathering.

It lifted its head up to look at the sky.

From its nest at the top of the forest, it could see the entire sky.

There was a black dragon in the distance.

The adherent dragon instinctively felt danger.

It wasn’t a superior species. It’s not a dragon in the first place.

It’s a more heterogeneous thing that shouldn’t exist in the present era.

Countless black vortices are flying in the sky in mass. It realized that the city ahead is where humans live.

It could overlook it, pretend it hadn’t seen it. The other side wasn’t interested in him.

Despite knowing this, the defensive dragon spread its big wings.

It didn’t matter if the other party was superior to him or not. He was the master of the forest. You can’t overlook an unknown enemy who has entered your territory.

With that feeling, the adherent dragon challenged Azel.

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“Nigris ~, let’s go receive a quest ~!”

“I wish you could suppress your feelings a little more.”

“I can’t do that. Don’t you know that Nino people are very emotional?”

Half-crying, Arisa sits her butt down in the courtyard of the mansion.

Arisa’s magic is indeed excellent. There’s no one who can match its power.

But…… I want her to stop her habit of shooting magic at full force.

If we fight in the city, Arisa may become just a figurine.

In order to reduce the damage, we need to adjust the power even more.

” Nigris-sama, we’ve been training for a few hours now. Would you like to take a break?”

“……Alright”

Yay! Raising both hands, Arisa chews on the cookie made by Fels.

I also settled down on a nearby stump at Fels’ suggestion.

I think it’s strange that the magic we use depends on how we think about people.

Who came up with that?

“That’s right, Nigris-sama. There’s something I’ve always wanted to ask.”

“What is it?”

“What’s the principle behind your healing magic?”

“Principle? Ah … that”

I’m a little worried.

I don’t know what a normal healer is like, but at least I’m aware that my healing is weird.

Well, I also want to talk and learn what the difference is.

“Hmm, is it correct to say that my healing is to return to its original form?”

“Hmm? Mogu, Ngugu?”

“… Speak after you finish eating”

Arisa gets water from Fels and pours even more cookies down.

 It’s a waste…… taste it and eat it. It’s the cookies Fels made!

“Isn’t it normal to activate the healing power of the other person to heal the wound?” (Arisa)

“That’s what I use for support magic. I remove the limiter of the brain, so I have to rejuvenate the body accordingly.”

“……? What do you mean?”

That’s strange. Did I say anything weird?

It seems we’re out of sync.

If I were to put it in simple terms, it would be like this.

“I can pretend that my friends’ wounds never happened.”

“Hmm … is that a joke? It’s not a level of healing, but a denial of the event itself?”

She seems to be unbearably upset and her face is twitching.

Denial of the event itself? Certainly, it may be close to that.

It took me a year to get to that level. In a way, I have to thank Azel and the others for that.

“A normal healer activates the healing power of the other person and heals the injury. Therefore, a wound that wouldn’t heal in a lifetime cannot be healed, and it’s absolutely impossible.” (Arisa)

“Even if you say that. It can be done.”

“… You’re the one who’s outrageous. It’s impossible unless you have strong feelings for other people.”

“Even you will get to that level though.”

Although her magic aptitude is S now, it will become SS in the future.

Looking ahead, it wouldn’t be strange if she’s a better wizard than I am.

I’m looking forward to that.

“I’ll be clear, that’s impossible”

She waves her hands and makes a dry laugh.

Fels, drinking tea next to her, was depressed and looking at the ground.

“Fels, you’re a good swordsman. Don’t be depressed.”

“But … it’s no good. Even if I try to catch up with you two, there’s too much of a difference… I’m ashamed.”

“Look at the future, not just now. Fels has a future.”

“……Yes”

Her appearance of being depressed is cute, but it hurts my heart.

Should I look for a way for her to get stronger?

However, no matter how many times I thought about it, I felt it would be quicker to just fight Florence and practice. I can’t say that.

Then I heard a voice from a distance.

“Nigris!”

Lisa, the former receptionist of the adventurer’s guild, who recently started living in the slums, was running.

Her hair was sticking to her cheeks and she was sweating.

Shaking her shoulders, she took a breath and said.

“It’s bad …! The slums… the slums!”

“What’s the matter, why are you in such a hurry?

“We’re in big trouble!”

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