Becoming a magician in another world

"Eh? Wait, no? Wait, wait! Get out! Get out! Get out!"

In the split second that Sam panicked, pillars of fire scorched the ceiling.

"Disappear!"

Waving his arms and shouting, the flames were finally extinguished.

"Oh, what is this? Isn't the fire a little bit lit?"

I didn't expect a pillar of fire to shoot out of my arm and my heart to beat.

I looked up at the ceiling. Although it had turned pitch black, it was not burning.

Fortunately, there was no fire, he touched his chest.

"…Well, what should I say to Daphne?"

Daphne, who entered and exited her room several times a day, could not hide this miserable state.

If you are honest, you will know that you can use magic.

"If my family knew about this, it would be troublesome... But if it was Daphne, would she keep silent if she was told not to tell anyone?"

Daphne, an intellectual beauty wearing glasses with a serious and solemn atmosphere, is unexpectedly sweet.

Also, there is the awareness of loving oneself.

Maybe he will remain silent about being able to use magic and feel optimistic.

"But, I'm sure someone would get angry if they tried magic."

Decided to prepare for the fist bone.

"I'll be scolded by Daphne later. Now for magic. If you only use the magic of ignition to erect the pillar of fire, there should be a corresponding amount of magic power, right? I don't think it will be less."

It may also not be well controlled.

Sam didn't expect to be able to use magic all of a sudden.

That's why I'm looking forward to it too.

Anyway, there is magic.

The magic worked.

Another question is how long it will take to learn magic.

Anyone who can use elementary magic has the corresponding magic power as long as they have a lot of magic power.

From there, it's important to find the individual properties of attack magic, recovery magic, support magic, defense magic, and what to excel at.

I was filled with anticipation, but also uneasiness.

It is said that even if there are magical powers, there are people who do not have the qualifications to use magic.

I finally found out that magic exists, but after many attempts, I found that I couldn't use it well. It seems that this pattern is not uncommon.

"Damn! It smells like something is burning, what's going on!?"

"--ah"

Daphne, who was lost in thought, smelled the burnt ceiling and rushed into the room in panic.

(Oops)

She cast her gaze towards the bed where the magic book was flickering, then raised her head and moved her gaze to the ceiling.

"...Sam Pochama"

"......yes"

“Please explain”

"......yes"

Sam decided to come clean about what happened.

Tried magic.

Although it was successful, the fire that was supposed to be lit failed and the pillar of fire stood up.

After explaining, Sam gently asked Daphne, who put her hand on her chin and began to think about something.

"Um, Daphne?"

"Stupid, I'm asking a question, please answer it properly."

"Uh-huh"

"The magic you used is the magic to light the preliminary fire, right?"

"Yeah, what happened?"

"No, this is just my guess. Unless there is something special, the magic will not get out of control as long as the spell is recited."

“Oh, but”

"For example, do you remember injecting unusual magic?"

"No. Just mumbling about lighting a fire."

"...Is that so? Perhaps, the magic of tatters is..."

Daphne began to mumble something, but Sam was just confused.

Worried if something is wrong.

What’s even more terrifying is that my father reported me.

"Ah, that, Daphne."

"Yes. What is it?"

"I wish father wouldn't say anything about magic."

"Broken?"

"Please. Please don't tell me I can use magic!"

"...Can it? Perhaps, the treatment of nerds might change."

I understand what Daphne is saying.

People with magical powers are rare.

Having magic power is valuable.

This is especially true if it is aristocracy.

It can also be used as material for finding a marriage partner.

There are many nobles who want to possess magic power.

"Yes. Even so, please keep silent. Please."

"...I understand. I won't tell my husband if Pochama doesn't want to."

"Thanks, Daphne!"

"but!"

Daphne croaked, looking at Sam.

There was something stern in that gaze, and his spine was straight.

"Please don't do anything dangerous again."

"sorry"

"I'm not saying you shouldn't try magic from now on, but it would be very troublesome if it caught fire, so anything related to fire is prohibited."

"Yes. Got it."

"If I use magic at home, someone might notice, so it's better to hide somewhere."

"Yeah. I will."

"Finally, please don't make me worry too much."

Daphne said, hugging Sam's body tenderly.

(Ah, so that’s what Daphne said about me)

I forgot that this body is that of a nine-year-old child.

If you act recklessly, it's natural for people to be worried.

"I'm sorry, Daphne. Because I won't do anything dangerous again."

"Promise, Sambochama"

"Um"

"let it go."

Daphne slowly moved away from Sam.

Her tenderness and warmth are gone, which makes me feel a little regretful.

"If it's just me, I don't know if I can keep it secret, so please let Derek talk."

"Yeah. Derek's words are fine."

The good old butler wouldn't have boasted about Sam's secret.

It was because Daphne thought so that she wanted to reveal Sam's magic to Derek.

"That's it then. Come on, I have to clean the ceiling now, so please Sam Pocha be quiet in my room."

"Oh, yes, sorry."

"It doesn't matter, because it's a maid's job. - Sampochamma"

Daphne stopped Sam from leaving the room with the grimoire.

"Ok?"

Turning around, Sam saw Daphne with a gentle smile in her eyes.

"Congratulations on your use of magic. Daphne is happy from the bottom of her heart."

"Thank you"

Hearing the heartfelt congratulations, Sam naturally smiled.