“…I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?” The boy asks
The mood in the room has shifted. It was frantic and joyous just a second ago, and yet now I can feel the silence in the room as he waits for my answer.
“It can heal as well? It’s the main thing I use it for actually, though I always figured it would be useful for equipment repair.” I explain loosely in an attempt to lighten the mood
My attempts fail, however, as the mood only seems to grow more serious as the boy takes in my statement. Silence falls between us as he thinks it over. I’m almost relieved when he suddenly starts shifting around items on his desk in a brisk manner.
It’s hard to tell what exactly he is doing, however. He seems to be shifting around papers purposefully, but he doesn’t seem to be reading the contents at all.
“Bit-aqua-tu create water” He says as he steps away from the desk
As he cast the spell a spray of water covers the documents, and even from a small distance it is clear that the ink on them has begun to run and smudge beyond recognition.
I begin to slightly panic as I watch all of this. These items belong to him as far as I’m aware, but they are clearly valuable. To watch them suddenly get destroyed is a distressing sight, to say the least.
“Please… try to use the spell on these scrolls.” He says as he motions towards the destruction he just caused
“Aren’t these papers important to you, why use them for an experiment?” I ask, still confused by his actions
“If what you are saying is correct, then learning the elements of your spell is far more important.” He says without a shred of doubt
Clearly, he seems to have noticed something absurd about the spell… I may have made a mistake showing it to him.
I ponder for a moment about wether or not I should do as he ask, and before long I raise my hand towards the papers and prepare to cast the spell.
Whether or not this is a sign of me being the Maou, I still don’t know enough about the spell to understand what is so special about it. As my primary source of healing, I can’t simply seal the spell away forever, but it would be too much of a risk to use it and risk being exposed if I don’t fully understand what it is I need to be hiding. All the same… using this spell might expose me as the Maou. If it does I will need to deal with him before he can expose me.
As a precaution, I silently cast the spell to avoid him learning the words associated.
As I do the water slowly begins to separate itself from each sheet of paper, and the ink begins to return to its former place and form clear letters. As the water lifts off of the paper it floats towards the point the boy was standing before disappearing.
“What in the world?” I ask aloud as I watch the strange scene unfolding
The boy slowly goes over each paper, feeling it for dampness. After he seems satisfied with that he moves over towards where the water floated and touches the ground beneath it.
“It’s as I thought. This is far more amazing than just a functional version of repair magic… or even an advanced form of healing magic. This seems to be a spell that reverses time on the subject.” The boy explains utterly dumbfounded
“What?! Don’t you think that’s a little bit of a leap in logic?! All it did was move around some water and ink, right? Why would you think time was reversed?” I ask frantically, both in an attempt to get some answers and place doubt in case he is correct
“There was a reason why I used this test. If it was a repair spell, even an incredibly advanced one, the water would have remained in place or been displaced slightly away from the object. Instead, it not only removed the water, and restore the papers to how they were, but it moved the water to its point of origin. Even that would be possible with an incredibly high mana usage magic formula, but there is no way that any spell along those lines could possibly return the water to mana.” The boy explains as he takes a seat and holds his head
Could… could he be right? I will admit the spell never really did seem to function like what you would expect from a healing skill, and it would explain why Afeuro’s wounds wouldn’t heal no matter how much I used it. Her wounds were days old by that point.
“Have you… ever tried to use it on the dead before?” The boy let out amongst the silence
There was guilt and shame in his voice. It felt like a question he didn’t want to ask, but felt he had to.
“Yes, as a test I used it on some recently killed monsters. It restored their corpses to their forms before death, but they remained lifeless.” I explain
I can understand his wariness. When I thought it had the potential to restore the dead I deeply considered sealing the spell away for good. It felt wrong to even test it in the first place.
“Good, so it has limits. When it restored the water to mana it did so in the air where it was cast, rather than returning it to me. With those two test, I think we can conclude that it can’t affect lifeforce directly. If it could return the mana from a spell to the caster then it would be a catastrophic discovery. No doubt an even greater tool of war than even the Yuusha.”
A power greater than the Yuusha? That’s it!
“I figured out how I can win! I’ve got to go!” I say as I bolt out the door
“Wait! We need to test fu-” Was all I could hear the boy say before I was out of earshot
Sorry, usually I would take a more cautious approach, but this isn’t an opportunity I can miss… if this works I might just be able to kill the Yuusha entirely.