Chapter 114: The Mirage King
Three-dimensional magic circle. I chow over those words inside my mind.
I’m pretty much an amateur when it comes to magic. I read the grimoire and somehow learned several magic that I could use in everyday life but none that I’ve learned could be used for combat.
Partly because punching is faster, but also because powerful combat magic is originally kept a secret. Also, there was no combat magic at the level that would make me want to go out of my way to learn it among the grimoires that Senri gathered.
You can’t learn powerful magic unless you ask a magician mentor to teach you. You also need to have a disposition for it. Therefore, despite the existence of the miracle that is magic, science and technology has flourished.
The only magic I’ve learned over many days is the most elementary out of all elementary levels, the magic that can be activated just by myself. However, magic is originally something that’s exercised through the use of multiple tools, catalysts or rituals.
Magic circle. I’ve heard the term before.
It’s one of the rituals used to exercise powerful magic.
It’s my first time hearing the term three-dimensional magic circle, but judging from its name, I’m sure it’s… three-dimensional.
Because of Sable’s curse, my head and body hurt so much it feels like I’m being torn apart. The only reason I’m not crying yet is because I’m just acting tough. The Lord, who still doesn’t relay the information clearly despite the situation I’m in, deserves to be destroyed. Senri frowns at the Lord’s words that pass through my mouth. “Three-dimensional… magic circle”