Becoming a magician in another world

It's been almost five years since Sam and Ur met.

——Suddenly, Ur fell down.

For the past four years, Ur, who had been so healthy that he would not die even if he was killed, suddenly fell down without any warning, which brought a huge shock to Sam.

During training, she smiled and shot magic, and suddenly she turned pale and squatted down, covering her chest, and Sam's blood was drained.

What calmed the distraught Sam was not Ur himself outside.

She gasped and said, "Just take a break."

So Sam carried her on his back and returned to the inn that served as their base.

And now.

Sam did not leave the capital of the Kingdom of Skye, which was close to Ur's hometown, and always guarded Ur as he slept quietly in his bed in the small town.

(What happened to Ur? Sick? But the posturing had shown nothing in those four years. Was it just me who hadn’t noticed that Ur was unwell?)

She said she would feel better if she rested, and she had already slept for half a day.

Night had fallen and everything was dark.

Perhaps Ur wouldn't wake up like this and run around in uneasiness.

After traveling to this world, Sam prayed to God for the first time.

"...Um...Sam."

Sam, who had been sitting in a chair beside the bed and praying, was suddenly called.

It was Ur who had awakened.

Sam kicked his chair and ran towards her.

"Ur, how are you?"

He still looked unhappy and greeted his beloved master nervously.

So she forced a smile.

"It must be spirited."

"Don't lie. You can't possibly fall down... If you're not feeling well, you should say you're sorry."

"Really? Boys, don't make such pitiful expressions."

Ur gently stroked the sullen Sam's head.

"Since you're awake, let's go to the hospital. If that doesn't work, I'll bring a doctor over."

Although it is a small town, there is a doctor.

If the doctor in town is not good enough, let's go to the royal capital.

“The doctor is very good.”

But what Ull said was something Sam had not expected.

"Why!"

Yelling involuntarily.

Then, Ur made some kind of conciliatory sound.

"At least I know my body."

"so"

"Sam, listen carefully. I'm not going to grow any bigger."

"--Woolen cloth?"

Sam doubted his ears.

No, although I heard it, I didn't want to accept what Ur said.

"What, what are you talking about? Don't you know what's good and what's bad?"

Suddenly, Sam felt indescribably uneasy about Ur's cowardly words.

I have never seen Ur so weak.

She has always been strong, confident, and sometimes arrogant.

That was the first time that Ur looked so weak.

"Calm down, Sam. I have an incurable disease."

"Eh?"

"The cause and treatment are unknown, it's just a malicious disease. It's a rare disease that rarely occurs in people with strong magic power."

"Alas, because, Ur"

Although Sam was uneasy about Ur's confession, she continued regardless.

"I'm sorry, I hid it. But I've been doing very well."

Not giving Sam time to process the words, gnashing his teeth.

"To be honest, when the disease is discovered, it is said that it can't last a year."

"...that kind"

“So I gave up everything, didn’t tell my family about my illness, and ran away. Everything was done to find my successor.”

Ull looked at Sam and smiled.

“Besides, I found the talent I wanted. My dear disciple, it’s Sam’s business.”

"Wait, Ur! One year, haven't we been together for four years!"

"I also find it strange. I thought the disease might have been cured. But, after all, the disease is still the disease."

"Let's find a doctor! If it's a city as big as the capital, there should be a doctor who can cure Ur!"

Ur listened to Sam's suggestion and shook his head quietly.

"Unfortunately, I was living in the capital. I used all the springs I could and let famous doctors and magicians see me. In the end, I only had one year left."

"...Oh, what should I do?"

"But life is a funny thing. The light of my life lasted not one year, but four years. And that's definitely thanks to Sam."

"Ur, don't be like this! Don't say that. We will have adventures together, laugh together, and be together in the future."

Sam shouted at the tone that had already lost to the disease.

We can’t let the master die like this.

No matter what I do, I want to hold life in my hands.

That is to give your life.

Sam really meant that.

"That must be the last word, I tell you. —I love you, Sam."