Chapter 6 - Volume 1 (2/2)

“Oh, it’s splendid Yuru-ojousama.”

“Ah, thank you.”

This, so long my eyes became accustomed to the area, wouldn’t this Spell not be needed? I was thinking that, Vio explained further.

“For Holy Magic, it becomes customizable depending on one’s mental image.”

Like that, there seems to be more than one use for each Spell.

After kneading the Magic, I increase the power. Once I become accustomed to the sense of emitting light, the light becomes stronger. When using an image of God, it becomes[Heal]. It becomes [Sacred Light] through the image of destroying Evil.

But I don’t think there’s any real relationship to God.

In short, simply because the all-purpose Energy was in the [Light] state, the image of God appears.

But as a weak Spirit, my intent might just be weak as well……

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Now let’s talk about the Animals of this world.

There’re horses. Well, there’re carriages, so that should be obvious……

Its figure is almost exactly the same as those in my memories, but they’re a little silly.

They run over to their masters like dogs to be fawned over. Because they’re big, it’s a little scary.

“Look, Yurushia, this is Ouma-san”

“Oumaー”

Currently, I’m being held by Father, who’s showing off his favorite horse.

It seems from the perspective of others, it was pitiful for me to not being outdoors more often. Because of this, my Mother made a request.

Father, Mother, and three other people were to come with me outside. I was delighted, but… It doesn’t seem that Mother can come. *sniffle*

Instead, today’s turn to cuddle became entirely Father’s, although Vio came as well.

…… Hey, won’t I become poor at walking if this keeps happening…? The chain of pampering just doesn’t stop.

So, today we would be riding to the outskirts of town on horseback.

Was a place closer by no good? I don’t have a problem because I can purr on my father, but for his subordinates, we’ve been moving without a carriage for about an hour.

“………”

“Sig is quiet.”

Although it seems to love Father and rushed quickly over to him, it became completely stiff when it looked at me.

Sig-kun. Why are you averting your eyes?

To Father’s subordinates, he’s an affable horse, but the moment he saw me, he started madly rubbing his head against me, and even yelled at the subordinates who approached. Just the other day he looked up at me with glittering eyes while showing me his stomach.

Understanding this creature is impossible for me……

Although I wondered whether I could talk with him using my ability, it wasn’t able to converse because its language was unintelligible.

Anyways, I’m riding that Sig-kun with my Father.

Slowly, slowly and carefully…… How amazing, Sig-kun. With this movement, a horse walking on thin ice would be possible, you know……

If possible, I want you to run with a *clip-clop*. Even though I have my cool Father riding among white horses, this speed’s a bit disappointing…

Father riding on a running white horse would be really cool, I think.

Using my scarce knowledge, I try to imagine Father riding a white horse, wearing a kimono and riding across the beach… But all that comes to mind are rambunctious kids. Why?

After passing time by having fun with Father, we take a carriage back to the house.

I’m on the knee of my father for the journey. Incidentally, my feet haven’t touched the ground since we’ve left the house.

On the middle of the way back, the carriage is stopped suddenly. I wonder if it’s a traffic accident?

Immediately, the door of the carriage is opened and one of the subordinates whispers something into Father’s ear. Even with the ears of a Demon, I still don’t understand the contents.

Regretfully, I’m lowered from my father’s knee…… And handed promptly to Vio before heading outside of the carriage.

Just what’s happening outside? …… I’m concerned.

“Y-Yuru-ojousama?”

Vio is acting unusually flustered. How come?

For the most part, I who is quiet just like a doll, don’t ask anything selfish, but even so I reach towards the window of the horse-drawn carriage.

“I want to look outsideー”

“O-ojou-sama, the Master will return soon…”

Vio seems to have thought that I felt lonely from being apart from Father…… Perhaps another push?

“……Muu.”

“It can’t be helped, perhaps just a little?”

After puffing out my cheeks and staring fixatedly, she flinched and easily gave permission.

Is she afraid of me after all?

When I look out of the glass window, I see father talk about something to a woman with bright red hair as she descends from a different carriage.

She’s beautiful. But Mother is more beautiful.

The beauty seems to be in a bad mood about something…… And Father seems to be lacking his usual vigor. Could our carriage have accidentally collided with theirs? Do they have insurance?

But that person…… They seem to be acting quite bossy towards Father……

While I stared with a slightly displeased feeling, the beauty suddenly looks my way, and the moment our eyes met her eyes visibly widened.

It seems I surprised her…… There were a complex variety of emotions that I felt when our eyes were intertwined, and after saying something to Father she returned to her carriage immediately.

What on earth was up with that……?

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Little by little, I’ve practiced Magic.

I’m a three-year-old child, after all. I can’t carry out any exercises that require movement, anyways. To a regular child, such a life would be unbearable, but I’m a daughter who’s been tenderly pampered and overprotected.

Now, the danger of being kidnapped is higher than that of being found out as a Demon.

And my kind parents, who dote on me despite my scary inhuman appearance, would have to pay off the ransom.

And so, because my physical strength in that situation is hopeless, I’ll fight using magic.

Fortunately, either because of my identity as a Demon or heredity from my parents, my Magical Power seems to be quite large; depending on the method, I might be able to escape if such a situation comes to pass.

I’ll become stroーng.

“……… Now then.”

Secretly, I sneak out of bed.

I was given my own room at the age of two, and when I became three I began sleeping alone.

I feel that it’s a little early for a three-year-old, but I suppose that’s just the way it is in this world. If it were a regular child, they might wake up in the middle of the night without their parents and *WaーWaー* cry out.

But I don’t cry. I don’t cry in the middle of the night and rush over to Mother’s room. Even if there’re signs of Mother and other Maids hanging around in front of the room at midnight, I don’t pay it any heed.

Weren’t you the guys who told me to go bed alone?

Back to the original topic; I woke up in the middle of the night and quietly walked out of my room.

The goal is, of course, to practice magic. It seems that there’re many children that can learn Holy Magic, but it’s difficult for a child, as I can practice and still do badly. They seem to escape using it through other, easier Magics.

Many children who do so then lose the ability to use Holy Magic.

My hypothesis is that the source of Holy Magic is an apparition of light, and it doesn’t wish to lend its power to children who hate it. But really, what did it expect?

Since it doesn’t fear a Demon like me, it must be a pretty laid back Spirit. But that’s only a hypothesis.

In any case, my parents would become uneasy about me losing my affinity to Holy Magic and being skilled in only Summoning Magic, which most have a bad impression of.

And so, Vio, please teach me more Holy Magic. So far, all I’m practicing is the method to increase the amount of light being emitted.

But I’m troubled that that’s the case, because the danger I’m preparing for occurs while I’m young.

“……Muu.”

I feel a slight sign of Vio and make a small groan.

I suppose Vio’s on duty today?

Whenever I get up to use the restroom, someone comes immediately.

But only my body is that of a child, on the inside I’m a Demon. I could easily disappear into the darkness to deceive everyone’s eyes.

“Yuru-sama, are you going to use the washroom?”

“…… Yes.”

…… Right. I knew this would happen from the start.

I, who failed to escape, gave up on my secret training and simply did image training in bed.

Huh? Isn’t this also practicing?

For practicing Summoning Magic, it’s more [Studying] than practicing.

I simply copy down the simplest Summoning Magic formation written on the [Spellbook for 3-year-olds]. The writing tool: a Crayon.

“As one would expect from Yuru-ojousama, you’re quite skilled.”

“…… I-Is that so?”

If it was written so well, would it really necessary to quickly substitute the paper before Magic Power is distributed?

Actually, in the first place, why do I have to use crayons? They’re thicker than my fingers, so how would I even be able to write delicate formations?

“Because they’re sharp, feather pens are no good.”

It seems sharp…… But it’s not as sharp as a fork, you know? …… Is that it? Is that the reason why I’m not allowed to eat with anything other than spoons…?

While being dazed at my sudden realization, Vio takes my hand and creates two beautiful circles.

“First, Ojousama should practice making a clean circle.”

I’m not even at the level of being able to write characters?

Well, it can’t be helped. It’s inevitable that I can’t draw a proper circle at 3 years old.

…… *Kusun*

“…… Well then…”

I’m having my second practice secretly at night.

Because the movements of this body is awkward and disables me from drawing magic formations well, I’ll just have to examine the magic power using the knowledge and power of a Demon.

I remember the shape of a magic formation in my head, and create it using magic power.

This practice was partially influenced by the knowledge of what I saw in the world I saw within a dream. Within the dream I remember reading a book about a witch  who, using nothing to create the formation, *battabatta* ー defeated her enemies.

Alright, I can do this.

“……… Umm…”

It doesn’t turn out very well.

The formation is warped for some reason when I make it. When I try to repair it it grows, and all of the characters disappear. Inside of the circle, a figure of Fish-san appeared, which took my attention away from the circle, too……

“Should I make it big…?”

On a whim, I opened the window quietly. Even when the cool wind flows into the room, there’s no sign that any Maids will come rushing in.

“Mumunー!”

I fire myself up and draw a magic formation outside of the window. Its color is as dim as possible, and I create it large as to allow it to become warped to some extent. I think it was correct choice to create it outside, as it wouldn’t fit in the room.

Probably because I was too fired up, the summoning formation spreads as far as the sky over the city; but it’s impossible to see under the cover of the night sky.

The formation won’t activate so long as I don’t input any magic power, but I can manipulate it without a problem because it’s created entirely out of magic.

“…… I wonder what this would summon?”

If I’m not mistaken, an insect was summoned with this formation originally……

At that time, I noticed. Small black things had begun to spring out from the summoning formation, and began to fall onto the corner of the city.

As for the identity of the creatures…… After seeing their glossy black, rustling appearances, I close the window and sneak into bed while covering my head with a blanket.

Nn. I didn’t see anything. I know nothing.

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On a certain night, large quantities of unidentified [Shining Black Insects] appeared, plunging local residents into confusion.

The extermination wasn’t solely done by the residents; soldiers, militia, and even lecturers from the Institute of Magic worked together to carefully search and eradicate the creatures. One week later, the extermination finally concluded.

An individual from the Institute of Magic wanted to keep one of the apparitions for research, but it was demanded that the supposed-spirits would be completely eradicated, so not even one egg remained in the end.

Some of the lower-grade Fire Spirit specialists were called for the extermination, and as if they were threatened by someone, they worked desperately despite seeming frightened.

And, watching over the situation from behind a window, a little girl mutters with a slightly pensive expression:

“……… I’m sorry.”