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Knock knock
🕑 Added 2024-11-19 22:59:01 +0000 UTCNothing beats frustration quite like ice cream. No matter what anyone says, the answer is always ice cream. So, where did the ice cream come from? It all started with my first experiment in alchemy. I took up alchemy to alleviate my frustration—right? Distracting yourself can be nice.
After an hour of reading about the basics of alchemical transmutation, I found myself thinking about food. I decided to design and draw a transmutation circle, which, by the way, looked like it needed a bit more work.
I thought, "Let's start with something simple." And Ice cream came to mind, so I placed milk, sugar, and an apple into the circle—and voilà! Apple-flavored ice cream.
After that initial success, I continued experimenting until I created an all-enhancing magical circle. Its function is simple: you point your hand at the food you want to enhance in taste and pour your magic into it. The results vary, offering enhancements from two to five times the original flavor, depending on how much magic you use. It was a great way to pass the time and forget about everything else.
Some might wonder, "Why aren’t you out searching for the knowledge you crave instead of wasting time?" Well, the answer is simple: I’m waiting. Waiting for what, you ask? I’m waiting for devils to come knocking on my door, asking questions and making deals.
Now , Why would they come to me for a deal? Well, I just activated my new wards. This means magic is now more active in the environment—on a magical detector, it would look like a blaring sun suddenly burst into existence.
And let’s not forget about their familiars keeping an eye on me, which, by the way, is neither subtle nor sneaky…. I haven’t mentioned it because I’ve been busy, so now it’s just a matter of time before they show up.
I laid down, staring at the ceiling, and began to think about everything—from my unfinished job to my new, half-done task. I hadn’t really concentrated on it until now, after finishing my ice cream and flavor-enhanced food.
I came to the conclusion that the old man was right. Even if I was slightly unconvinced at first, after reviewing everything that happened until I woke up here in DXD, I found what he said to be true. The only thing that explains how effortlessly everything unfolded? It was because he wanted it to be that way; otherwise, it was a shit ton of luck.
I didn’t want to rely on that, but at the same time, I was tempted to ride that wave until I became strong enough to create new ones for myself.
I still don’t know how to complete my job here; purifying nature is easy, and I could finish it quickly. I could always inscribe formations onto the ley lines to continue the work even after I leave, but that too requires me to be strong, with excellent control over external and wild magic—which I don’t have yet… The precision and control needed for that would be akin to trying to write a poem on a very thin silk thread—but in a metaphysical sense.
The task of finding a successor for Yehwa is what might cause trouble. I can’t fathom giving that kind of power to a normal human, especially after it has been accumulating for millennia.
“Knock knock.”
A knock on my door jolted me from my musings. I really wanted to crack a knock-knock joke that popped into my head, but I didn’t want to hurt my image with lame humor.
I slowly walked toward the door, dragging my feet while also opening my Grimoire to appear busy reading something…
I opened the door slowly and lazily, and lo and behold, Sairaorg Bael himself stood there, all smiles, with Kuisha a few steps behind him.
“What do you want?” I asked, trying my utmost to sound bored and indifferent. Don’t get me wrong; I was excited that my predictions were correct, but they didn’t need to know that.
“Harry! How are you? How’s your magic study going?” Sairaorg asked cheerfully.
I continued to stare at him, saying nothing.
“Cough, cough.” He faked a cough to avoid further embarrassment and continued, “Sorry if we bothered you, but we noticed your new wards and wanted to see them up close.” This time, his voice was calm.
“You mean your familiars notified you, and Kuisha wanted to come see them but didn’t want to come alone, so she dragged you along?” I said sarcastically, knowing I had hit the nail on the head. I mean, why would someone who knows nothing about magical wards come otherwise?
“Yes,” he replied in a low voice, earning a glare from Kuisha, who had been silent since arriving.
“Well, now that you’ve sensed them, you can go home,” I said, turning to re-enter and attempting to close the door.
“What’s your problem? We came here respectfully, and you’re trampling all over that respect!” she raised her voice.
“Do you want to handle this, or should I?” I asked Sairaorg, completely ignoring the fuming girl.
“Don’t drag me into this,” he replied quickly, taking a few steps to the side.
“Well, since he wouldn’t explain it, let me do it for him. Stalking someone—either solo or through other means—isn’t a good trait. Coming to someone’s house without sending a notice first is poor etiquette. Showing up just to satisfy your curiosity about something that’s none of your business—and then trying to take the moral high ground—is not respectful…” I said with a scolding tone, maintaining my indifferent expression.
Some may wonder, ‘What are you doing? Why are you arguing about trivial matters when you could be pursuing that deal you wanted?’
Well, this is just the prologue. You know, the introductory steps… And for those who didn't buy that nonsense, well, just because.
“You, you!! Ugh!! You are unbelievably arrogant. Who do you think you are? Why would I stalk you? I have much better things to do with my time! My familiar was just monitoring you to see if..…” She started rambling, but I cut her off.
“Blah blah blah, and I’m the one with attitude problems. Anyway, if you have something to say, do it quickly. I have gravity wards to try and figure out,” I replied in the same bored tone. I was trying to throw them off, while also throwing a bone, but judging by Sairaorg’s amused expression, I don’t think it was working…
“What do the gravity wards you are trying to create do?” He asked me, his face full of hopes and expectations…. I stand corrected, the bone I threw worked.
“Well, I am trying to creat either a ward or a magical circle that can be used for training you know. Increasing the gravity on your body while working out and all that…” I explained to him…
“Did it work? Do you think it would? Do you need more books to make it work? Just tell me which and I will have them delivered to you. All you have to do is promise me to install the for me after you create them.” He said quickly, his voice sounded excited like a kid who was about to do anything to receive a Christmas gift.
“Well, it should work, I am trying to creat something that can be adjusted continuously so if I have more books on magical circles, and Runes, inscriptions and the likes. The more the better.” I said with a smile.
“ Done!!. I will have all the books delivered to you. You just need to creat it and install it for me in return for the books. Deal?” He was very excited and I can see why. When all you have is a strong body? You want it to be stronger…
