CH 8

...Hello.

I really went and did it there.

I was getting frustrated with the lack of progress with mana blade reproduction effort and decided to goof around with a fake magic sword instead, and Alma saw that.

And now she's demanding an explanation.

You've got it wrong... It was but an impulse...

"Mind if I ask you one thing?"

"Go ahead ma'am."

I switched to formal language without realizing. Not like she's getting mad, but Alma's with a serious expression emanates some amazing pressure.

"Supposedly, you cannot learn skills, yet you cast magic?"

"Ma'am. I still cannot acquire any skill. But I somehow managed to control mana directly when I gave it a try."

"Control mana directly!? Somehow managed to!?"

Alma shouted out loud in surprise for once.

Aren't your character breaking. Is she alright.

"As for the true nature of that flaming sword, to be honest with you, it's just an application of Livelihood magic, I just coated the blade with flammable gas mana and lit it up."

"No. It's not quite like the Livelihood magic I know. In fact, it's a completely different thing."

No no, they're one and the same. For real.

"Well, it may be flashy and all but it doesn't actually raise your offensive power, not really good in practice."

"I don't mind. Please teach me how. Please, Hikaru."

Uh, t-those teary upturned eyes are a foul play. How could anyone refuse her...

So then I tried to do it again but I got no more MP. Daang.

I was assaulted by a huge sense of guilt when I saw Alma looking like she was gonna cry. I'm so sorry!

...I'll make her something extravagant for dinner tonight