[Magic Knight] Unscientific

"Ms. Aidela, how long do you have to run?" The ten-year-old boy who was running on the treadmill panted and asked with a hint of anticipation, sitting on the chair beside him and looking at the dark outside. The girl in the apricot-colored gown was in a daze in the sky.

The young boy's fluffy and soft white short hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead, and his almost sickly white face was faintly flushed due to excessive exercise. With a thin body, the purple eyes are shining like unicorns that occasionally appear in the forest of Sephiro.

The boy's name is Ignu, and he is my current student.

I looked down at the electronic clock on the table, carefully recalled the start time, and said after three seconds, "Run for another hour."

"Understood, teacher."

The boy gasped for breath, but responded politely, then gritted his teeth and continued to sweat on the treadmill.

I continued to look at the dark sky that neither Sefero nor Meteor Street had, and unconsciously stroked the broken blue gem hanging on my chest.

It's been three years...

Three years ago, the moment I opened my eyes in the light from the teleportation, I thought I had returned to the world of [previous life].

In front of you is a mountain of garbage that is taller than one.

But, no.

There are corpses and food in the garbage mountain on Meteor Street.

The mountain of garbage here is nothing but various broken machine parts.

The air in Meteor Street is filled with all kinds of rancid smells and the strong smell of blood.

The air here is so cloudy and heavy that it feels like gasoline and dust are being inhaled.

The sky on Meteor Street is very blue, as clear as the Sea of ​​Sephiro.

The sky here is gloomy as if it is about to rain at any moment.

And, most importantly, Meteor Street never lacks the breath of people, whether they are living or dead.

But here, at least as far as I could feel it, was empty.

This is not Meteor Street.

The body is getting colder and colder, the wound on the chest has long been numb with pain, and the apricot-yellow sarong has long been stained crimson with blood.

The shattered blue gem in his hand was dim.

I wanted to cast a healing spell on my chest, but with my weak magic power and the very little magic power element in the air, I couldn't even cast a healing glow.

In desperation, I tried to practice in Sifero for 40 years, but I still didn't reach one percent of the power of the past. Then I was pleasantly surprised to find that it is easier to practice the mind here than in Sifero many.

Using my thoughts to stop the bleeding, I pulled out a foot-long steel bar from the garbage mountain, and after walking north for two days and one night, I finally saw a moving thing—a huge humanoid machine.

I raised my head and stared silently at the 30-meter-high humanoid machine for half a minute.

Then, a middle-aged man with long flowing white hair in a tight white protective suit jumped out of the humanoid machine and walked towards me slowly.

The moment the man entered the attack range of the steel bars, he stayed in the rubbish mountain area for two days and one night. Due to the lack of magic elements, he couldn't get food and water in the space, so he was not only seriously injured, but he didn't even drink his saliva. He was exhausted. I was about to enter the Meteor Street mode without even thinking about it, and immediately attacked the man with a steel bar with a layer of thoughts in a desperate way.

The man dodged my attack and noticed that I was inconvenient to move due to serious injuries and lack of strength. After the steel bar in my hand scratched his protective clothing, he hid cleverly out of my attack range, and then Said a word to me.

That sentence sounded very solemn and solemn, but I didn't understand it.

It's not Sefiro, and it's not the language of Meteor Street.

Probably because my expression was too ignorant, the man hesitated for a moment, and said a standard Sifiro lingua franca, "Are you from Sifiro?"

I nodded.

He asked again, "Why did you come to Kotezan?"

I was taken aback when I heard this, and it turns out that this place is actually Ketzan, a different world that exists in the same dimension as Sephiro but in a different space.

The teleportation jade produced by the old Zhengtai was really extraordinary, and it immediately teleported me out of the range of Cefero.

I thought about it, and said, "I'm here to travel."

The man glanced at my blood-stained dress, "Do you have a place to live?"

I shook my head.

The man smiled, and he said, "I can send you to the best medical hospital in Ketezan, and take full responsibility for your daily life in Ketezan."

The man paused as he spoke, and looked at me with a smile on his face, but the bottom of his deep purple eyes was as deep and hazy as the sky that Ke Tezan admired. I clenched the steel bar in my hand, and silently waited for the man's next words .

Probably satisfied with my silence, the man continued, "My son needs a teacher, the strongest swordsmanship teacher."

I said sincerely, "...I just arrived in Ketezan, and I can't find such a person."

The best swordsman I know is my younger brother Landis, but where he is now, even the old lady Gulev's positioning magic can't be found.

The man laughed when he heard the words, he was domineering, and he pointed to the deep bloody wound on his protective clothing, "You can be called the strongest swordsman in Ketezan just because of this," he said, frowning again , "Aren't you the strongest in Sephiro?"

"Of course not, Sifero is better than me everywhere."

"Hahaha, Cifero is indeed a country where strong people gather," he looked at me with arrogance and arrogance in his eyes, "This makes it even more necessary for you to teach my son Yige how to use crossbows."

Actually, to be honest, I really don't know much about swordsmanship.

I had two fencing teachers.

One is a companion of [previous life], a man who likes to wear a ronin suit and a samurai bun.

One is my brother, Shegato.

The former's sword is too murderous, while the latter's sword is too protective, so my current swordsmanship can be regarded as four different.

Also, I don't know how to teach people how to use swords.

Don't talk about swords, I don't know how to teach others to use weapons at all.

When Landis was seven years old, I nearly cut off an arm while I was teaching him.

However, the conditions given by this man are very satisfactory to me.

So I nodded and said sincerely, "I will try my best."

After the injury was completely healed, I saw the man's son, Ignau, who was only seven years old at the time.

The thin boy looked as if he would fall if the wind blows.

Immediately, I imitated the manner of the magic teacher in the school in the town and said, "Before practicing swordsmanship, I need you to keep fit."

So this strength has been stronger for three years, and in a blink of an eye it has reached the year of Curt 2190.

In the past three years, Ignau's body has become much healthier due to daily exercise. Although he still looks thin, he will not give people the illusion that he will collapse when the wind blows.

In the past three years, my mind power, which has been stagnant in Sefero, has finally returned to the level of 20.00% in [the previous life], and I can finally understand the general language of Kurt Zan.

In the past three years, Ignau's father expressed and hinted countless times that I would teach his son swordsmanship soon, but I rejected them because my body was not strong enough to learn swordsmanship.

"Teacher, what kind of place is Sephiro?"

An hour later, Ignu, who was lying on the bed and hung nutrient solution, fainted due to excessive exercise, asked me if it was because he was too weak, but his voice sounded a bit ethereal.

I silently counted the time when his son's father broke in, and replied, "Sefiro is a beautiful place."

"Does the teacher like Sephiro?"

I nodded without hesitation.

"Then why did the teacher leave Sephiro?"

"Because I don't want to die."

If Baoyu hadn't activated at that time, I would have died without a doubt.

Ignu probably didn't understand, he looked at me weakly, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Does the teacher like Ke Tezan?"

I thought for a while, nodded,

Not for other reasons, this is a good enough reason to practice mindfulness here.

The little boy was similar to his father, his slightly pale purple eyes lit up all of a sudden, he pulled the corner of my clothes, with a hint of anticipation in his tone.

"So…"

"Miss Adela," Ignau's words were interrupted by a middle-aged man in black who suddenly appeared at the gate. The meeting room is waiting for you."

I nodded, told Ignu to rest well, and left with the man in black.

The author has something to say: son control or something, the most beautiful~