Divine Costume Holy Sword Fafnir

Where the story separates me - I lie on a bunk with a blanket on it.

Sometimes I get tired because I haven't talked to him for a long time since I woke up...

"So..., then -, what happened to Mr. Kazt?

"- Right... Can you tell by looking at the current cuz?

I'm not going to tell her until the end.

To help Kazt - that I learned healing magic to do something about my mistakes with my own hands...

And I realized that healing magic couldn't help Kazt.

- Yes.

The absence of a magic vessel can be poisonous for Kazt even with healing magic.

I can't do anything with a demon clan that is good at witchcraft.

I was annoyed by that feeling of helplessness.

But... I did everything I could to help Kazuto.

And I got ancient documents from the age of divine civilization.

In the age of divine civilization, we discovered that there were many humans without magic... but no research went on from there.

Then a few years later, one day.

To me, that old man showed up.

- He said.

He said there was a way to help Kazuto...

That's......

"- I know you're too well!

"Right."

I close my eyes.

I want to sleep a little.

"Kazt, is there a way to help you?

Suddenly, my mouth spins motion words.

And while I was surprised, I found out that this place was a dream.

"Oh. I need your help to do that."

"Why me?

"With your magic, your grandson is in a state where his body and mind are offended. That's why I need your help."

- There's no way they can say no to me like that.

First of all, I was acting to help you, Kazuto.

So, if you can help, it's cheap to help.

"So, how can I help you, Kazt?

"It's more about life extension than help, to be exact."

"Life extension? Aren't you going to help?

"I can't do that."

"Why not?

"In order for my grandchildren to live in a world full of this magic, I have to create cells that can counteract magic with their own power. I need physical manipulation to do this, but my grandchildren don't have the talent to fight."

"Talent?"

Tough on my inquiry. That snorts back.

The Agarta world needs to acquire combat skills in order to become a knight or warrior. Or you have to master magic.

It is said that those without them have no talent to fight.

The gift to move one's body as one wishes is the privilege given only to the position to fight.

And -, lining it up is what's called a magic job.

Neither is less than 1% of the population.

"So you're saying you need my help?

"It will. I want you to take it if you can."

"... ok. So, what do I do..."

"The way to help your grandchildren is to strengthen the cells - the cells of 'real humans', individuals who have undergone meiosis that does not exist in this world"

"A real person?

"That's right. Human beings in this world are not human."

I can narrow my eyes.

The moment I looked into his eyes, my unspeakable emotion of fear boiled.