Chapter 3 – The Black Saviour (Part 5)
Watching the figure of the youth leaving, the black cat sorcerer smiled.
Selo’s appearance as he disregarded danger was a bit unreliable, but he still admired Selo’s qualities. He also hoped that this child wouldn’t die.
“…So young.”
Alcain couldn’t help but mutter to himself, and then squinted his eyes and put on his cloak.
This cloak that was the same colour as the dark night fluttered with the wind, and “darkness” would be created inside.
From that endless darkness, a small black bird flew out.
“I’m going to nap till the evening, if anything happens, wake me up.”
Alcain stretched lazily and said, then he used his claws to climb up a tree.
The bird let out a clear chirp and stopped on a nearby tree.
Although it didn’t look that different from a real bird, this bird was not an organism, but a magic tool that was used as a sentry.
Alcain treated it as an alarm.
Alcain lied on the tree as he thought back to Selo’s words.
“… A child that cannot use magic tools——“
From the depths of his squinted eyes, a dark light could be seen.
From what Alcain knows —— In this world, there doesn’t exist anyone that “cannot use magic tools”.
—— Because it was an impossible existence.
Mana was directly linked to one’s life force. As long as one is alive, the person can use their life force as “mana”.
Due to the difference of understanding its usage, the ability to use magic tools differed greatly between people. But, not being able to even use beginner magic tools, this was too abnormal.
In a sense, the usage of mana was similar to the usage of the brain.
All humans had a brain.
Due to this, as long as there is no special reason, no matter who it is, they will all think and feel. What they think about will differ between people, there are academics in the world, and there are those with excellent athletic senses, but there is no one without a brain.
The ability of a sorcerer, was like thinking, not everyone would become a first class sorcerer, and just hard work in one area can also be futile.
Zerdonato’s grandson should have the qualities to become an excellent sorcerer.
However, he couldn’t even use normal —— using the brain as an analogy, even magic tools that were as simple as single-digit calculation were “unable to be used”, something was clearly not right here.
“… If it was just a low mana pool then that would be normal. If it’s another reason ——“
Alcain stopped thinking and closed his eyes.
He could only sleep now, and prepare for the night. Selo would also take action in the night.
Alcain prayed that he can return unharmed, and fell into a slumber.
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