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The moment I felt the warm gentle wind, it seemed that the wind wrapped my whole body. It looks like it's soaking in hot water, very comfortable. I'm going to fall asleep like this. I wonder how long that was. It seemed like a moment, like an eternity. I can hear you calling me far away. When I heard that voice, I thought, oh, I have to go home.

So I slowly opened my eyes by pushing in my regrets.

"Welcome home, Meg. Has the view changed in your eyes?

"Huh? Oh, wow...!

Mr. Shrier's soft smile. My head, blurry as a wake-up call, woke up at once the moment I saw my surroundings.

Colorful light. It is brightly extinguished or continues to shine brightly. It's like watching illumination. Even though it's daytime. But that light exists without the eyes ticking or inhibiting the surrounding landscape, and it's kind of a strange feeling. I have no experience, so I can only imagine, but I can see the colors now in the world that I've been looking monochrome, or maybe that feeling is close. Anyway, it's so fresh to see the world in me shining.

"Apparently… you have succeeded"

As I was kicking around with that view distracted, Mr. Shrier leaked so like a heartfelt relief. I hugged Mr. Shrier in that state without getting excited and chilled. The difference in height gave me the shape to stick around my knee though. Because if you're Mr. Shrier, you're surprisingly long!

"Thanks - Great! She's so beautiful!

"You're welcome. Welcome, thank you, yes."

Mr. Shrier gave me a swinging grin as I stroked his head. Guh! That smile, it's against the rules.

Shrier says every grain of this light is a spirit. Wow, there were so many... I didn't know. Wouldn't you accidentally inhale it and swallow it? What a strange worry.

When I asked him what he would do after this, he didn't do anything for a while, and he could live as usual. You think it's important to get used to this scenic life first? Most of them don't get used to it right away and get drunk on the light. But for me from modern Japan, it is accepted without much bitterness, either because it resembles the familiar landscape of illumination. A much softer light than illumination!

Seeing me never going to be sick, Meg is strong, they said. I'm just used to it, but I'm happy, so I try to stretch my chest. Uh-huh!

"Sometimes you come close to the Spirit or take some action while you live a normal life. If there was a child that Meg wanted to talk to, follow her heart and speak up."

"To the heart, therefore...?

"Yeah. It's hard to explain all this by mouth. You'll see when it comes to that. Don't worry, Elf will know."

Anyone with an elf, I get gibberish for a moment by the word. I do think my body is an elf... but the contents are just people. A tiny human being with no magic or anything. I'm anxious to know if you'll really know when the time comes.

But if it's not then, I don't even know that, and I can't help confirming it. I can't believe who I am right now, but Mr. Shrier says he's okay. Let's believe in Mr. Shrier.

That concludes my class for today, says Mr. Shrier. If you have any questions, please go ahead, and so I'm going to ask you a few things that I was a little concerned about!

"Ha, that's a question! What kind of spirits is Shrier's covenant?

"Well, I can't tell you everything because I'm making you contract with all kinds of spirits... let me introduce you to my first contract spirits. Spirit of the wind, Neffrey."

"Neffrey!

When Mr. Shrier says so, a fluttering yellow-green light appears right next to Mr. Shrier's face, which gradually becomes the form of a creature. It's a momentary event, and if you notice it, there's a yellow-green bird there. The tail feathers are long, shaken to be nice to the wind, and the size is slightly larger enough to ride Mr. Shrier's arm. Very pretty.

"Neffrey, that's a nickname. The true name is separate, and it must not be revealed except by the Spirit himself. When you call me by my real name, it's a special occasion. So Meg, too, made a pact with the first Spirit, and when you can build trust... it's a good idea to think of a nickname apart from your real name."

That's enough, and when Mr. Shrier spoke, that yellow-green bird, Neffrey, disappeared to melt softly. I'm not on your side at all times, it seems like a being that shows up as soon as you call it.

But it's a name. You can't help thinking about it from before we even met yet, can you? When that happens, let my naming sense work for me. I'm not sure.

Is there anything else? So when I raised my hand to ask the next question, Mr. Shrier laughed and said, "Go ahead, Meg." Mr. Shrier, who gives me no, is also lovely!

"Previously, Gil got all sorts of stuff out of nowhere and out of town. Shrier got things out of nowhere, didn't she? Isn't that natural magic?

"Oh, you've been watching me a lot. But mine isn't witchcraft, they're just using magic props."

That being said, Mr. Shrier showed me a bit of goth silver ring that he was wearing on his middle finger in his right hand. Inside is a purple stone.

"The magic of manipulating space is very rare. If there's one or two more people around the world looking for things like Gil who can store things indefinitely and have the freedom to spend their time in them. So for the most part, I will use demon props. In my case, this ring, right? There's a magic trick that can store things in this. I tend to value it, but it's easier because I can wear it a lot more than the bags I have to carry."

Anything, they say it's generally a bag type, with a maximum capacity of one minute in the warehouse. Still think it's convenient enough, but you don't think it's enough at all to take home the monster you hunted? Speaking of which, the boss of that dungeon, he was really big... he's going to bury it right away even in one minute of the warehouse.

And even the cheapest stuff seems to pay for two full courses at a fancy restaurant. Ha, expensive......! But if you work hard, you can't even help it. It's an exquisite line.

... which means that even better Shrier's ring type is more expensive, right? Intrigued, I'll ask Mr. Shrier chills not to talk about money.

"... How long does Shrier's ring last? Time runs out the same way?

"Hehe. My, this is pretty good performance, isn't it? Carter, our guild member, and Maille, our blacksmith and decorator, sifted my arms in the workshop. Still, the time inside will pass slowly, and the capacity will be enough for a house."

Hiya! Isn't that an amount you can't imagine anymore......!? It's already land level, I'm sure.

Yeah, I mean, there are things you shouldn't know. Storage magic props are expensive. I, I remember!