“Ahhhhhh! Grandma is going to kill me… no, worse, she is going to test her new spells on me again! If only I could stumble on the spell that could fix this!” The boy whines loudly as he kneels before the destroyed window
I lost my chance to enter without it being awkward, didn’t I? I can’t really be worrying about that, though, since I only have so much time before the match.
“EEEEIIII! It was like that when I got here I swear grandma!” The boy screams as he whips around to face me
Though he puts his arms in front of him as if to brace for impact so I doubt he can see me.
“As much as I would love to watch your continuous acts of bravery, I’m not your grandmother.” I say flatly
“Hm? Oh! Phew, I thought you were the headmaster. She might have actually killed me this time! Would she notice if I moved one of the bookshelves in front of that window?… probably, she did notice the last time I did that.” He says disheartened as his attention switches quickly back to the hole
Am I being ignored?
Realizing that I probably won’t get much out of him as is I cast restore on the window.
The boy’s eyes widen, and he gave captivated follows every shard and chunk of stone as it slowly raises from the ground and replaces itself in the window seal.
“How did you do that?! Is it some advanced form of telekinesis magic?… no, there are no creases where the chunks meet. It’s as if they have been melded back together! Could this be a functioning version of repair magic?!” The boy fires off questions and observations while never once looking away from the window
How is it that the window getting fixed somehow made it worse?
“Hey! I need you to focus! I don’t have long and I need your help. I can deal with whatever questions you have about the window later!” I say sternly as I grab the boy by the shoulder
His head twists around, and he places his hand on mine
“Promise?” He asks, with a twinkle in his eye
You know, once upon a time, I thought he was the normal one at this academy. Please don’t let that somehow become me.
“In that case, I am at your service, what do you need?” The boy says in an overly stiff manner
I’m taken aback for a second and consider whether or not I want to let that slide. This feels like the kind of thing that if it isn’t corrected will become permanent…
No, I don’t have time for that.
“I need you to teach me how to create a spell,” I say
“Hm?! You really dumped a tough one on me…” He says dropping his shoulders and looking defeated
“Is it really such a difficult thing? Isn’t it just about learning the chant and having an image in mind?” I ask, confused at his dismay
“That is like saying that learning a new language is just ‘Memorizing the words’. Perhaps it is as simple as memorizing the chant when learning a single spell, but crafting a new spell would mean learning the entire magical language.” He explains
“In that case is there any kind of crash course? If I have the ability to craft spells on the fly I think I might actually stand a chance today.” I ask, my desperation slowly turning my tone into that of begging
“I don’t think you are understanding me. I’m saying that it’s impossible no matter how long you have. The magical language has been lost to humans for centuries. Although there is some level of understanding of basic principles, such as combining elements or what some words mean, it takes a near lifetime just to learn how to make a fireball slightly larger. Your incredible mana-refinement dwarfs what learning the magical language could do for most by far.” He continues
It’s been lost to humans? How does that kind of thing even happen? I can’t imagine in a world as dangerous as this one that the knowledge of how to create new magics would die off naturally.
“So new spells haven’t been made in hundreds of years?” I ask in disbelief
If that is the case then I need to be careful using skills obtained by monsters. Before I thought I could just claim that it was some kind of magic, but if the spells that mankind can use are limited I would basically be admitting to being the Maou by using them.
“Of course not! If new spells were never made magic would stagnate, and interest in it would drop even further! We already have such a shortage of devoted mages!” He begins to say emphatically as if I have struck a nerve
“But you just said that humans lost the knowledge of how to make new spells?” I ask, confused
“We lost the knowledge to create a spell as intended. While we may not know the meaning of the words anymore, we still have thousands of records recorded in the magical language. Thus it is every mages duty to try out combinations of these words on a daily basis to test for new effects and spells. That is what I was doing when you arrived, though I have no idea why it fired off such a destructive blast… the words were repurposed from several party trick spells.” He says as he scratches his head and looks back towards the window
So, this was a dead end then? I figured a power that required that I study to obtain would be something I could hold over that moron of a Yuusha.
“Now! My turn! Teach me the chant for that spell! If I can repurpose it I might even be able to create a new healing spell!” The boy excitedly begs, while holding onto one of my hands
“That… isn’t necessary. It can do that as well.” I say, slightly overwhelmed by him