Chapter 7 - Saving the Maids ... or Almost. (1/2)

The moment I saw the maids I hurried off to help them. I didn't know how long it would take for the maid to get here, but I need to save them as soon as possible.

'Damn, I have nothing to cut the strings, and if I use magic I can end up hurting them'

I couldn't set them free now, if I used magic, I could burn them.

And if I imagine weaker magic?

I don't know if I do that the magic will come out weaker, but it doesn't hurt to try.

If I don't let them go them now and wake each one up, the maid will come here and kill me, then she will kill all the unconscious maids.

I ran first towards Lorane, I wanted to wake her up first of all. I shouted in her ear and shook her, but she didn't wake up.

'I already know.'

I've already learned how to use magic, so I can use 'water magic' to wet your face, I know it's not very safe because she it can drown, but this is the only way.

In the next instant, I imagined just a faucet dropping some water. It was the weakest thing I could imagine at the moment, as I was under incredible pressure.

”Water.”

When I used the spell a reasonable amount came from my hand palm on Lorane's face. The moment water touched her face Lorane rose quickly, apparently, she was scared.

Lorane looked worried, I think she thought the crazy maid would have caught me.

'Well, she arrested me, but I managed to escape.'

When I woke up Lorane, I decided to try to imagine a lighter only. Right after that, the fire magic came out much weaker than last time, this system of using magic is quite simple.

I don't know if all spells work that way, I don't think so. For how would body-enhancing magic be activated only with the power of imagination? Well there must be some way, right?

But now is not the time to think about it, I have already discovered the most important thing, that magic depends on the strength of your imagination.

Good thing I've lived in New York for so long, so I can have the strongest imagination in this world, no, I certainly have.

'I thank God for sending me to such a convenient world.'

I don't know if this God who sent me here was listening, but if he was listening I wanted to thank you anyway.

When I let Lorane go, she helped me release all the other maids. But our happiness did not last long.

She was pretty confident, didn't she see my magic inside the bedroom? If I unleash that magic on her, I'm sure she will die instantly.

”Why are you doing this?”

It was Lorane who asked, apparently she was still confused about the maid's motives. Sure I was too, but how would I ask that to a person who was trying to kill me?