Genius Prismatic Mage Chapter 205

#205. Uninvited Guest (1)

The red-haired girl turned her head.

“Huh? What a surprise. When did you come? A drawing model? You’re not going to draw strangely like last time… right? Just be natural? Without being conscious of it, like you normally do?”

Nod.

“Hmm… It’s not easy, huh! What I was doing was analyzing the soil samples that Curie had collected. Look, the soil in the upper sectors is definitely less blackened. It’s proof that the soil is getting cleaner as you go up. The black clouds flow along the river, and when they reach the lower sectors after some time, they start to rain.”

What do you think imagination is?

“Uhh, that’s a difficult question.”

Or tell me what you usually imagine the most.

“That’s easy. With the person I like… No, no! No! That came out weird! Didn’t you hear? Right? Quick, tell me so!”

I didn’t hear it.

“Then that’s good. Hmm. I imagine the clear sky without dark clouds the most. Then there won’t be any more people suffering from illness. Huh? You’ve already finished drawing it? Wait a minute! I have to show you! No matter how I draw it this time, I won’t be angry!”

The boy quickly left the room and knocked on the brown door leading to the other floor.

dripping.

─Who is it? Can’t you see the “Work in progress” sign hanging on the door?

Squeak.

A boy with brown curly hair raised his head from between the mountain peaks of paperwork.

“Who dares to interrupt my concentration… Oh, it was Ray. What’s wrong? A painting? Me? I don’t mind, but wouldn’t there be a better model? Well, if you don’t mind. The work is satisfying. In fact, I’ve barely slept lately, but it’s so rewarding. Look forward to it. I’ll show you how to change the digits of the money in our account.”

What do you think imagination is?

“Is that the problem you’ve been obsessed with lately? If I were to answer in my own way, the dreams he has? Things you want and desire will always come to mind without you even realizing it. For me, it’s like looking for my mom. I imagine it every day. What would my mom look like? Based on the vague memories that remain. Oh, you’ve finished it already? I’m looking forward to it, but I’ll check it out later. Right now, I have a lot of documents to look at. See you later.”

The boy left the mansion and boarded the bus.

The person working inside turned around in surprise at the boy’s voice.

“Oh, shit─. You startled me. You devilish little brat, I told you to please make some noise. What’s with that ominous look in your eyes? Are you going to order me around again…! I’m spending almost all my time every day just building this space corridor! No! I can’t! Just kill me! Grrrrrr!”

I’ll tell you what kind of food I prefer.

“You may not know this, but I actually quite enjoy this kind of work. I can do it for months or years as long as I get enough to eat. Right? Painting? No way. I can never take off my mask.”

If it’s because of the burn scar, then it doesn’t matter. I can’t tell the difference between beauty and ugliness.

“If I don’t like it, then I don’t like it, you little punk. I found this at the ruins and I’ve never taken it off since I put it on.”

What about washing your hands?

“… … .”

Are you walking around without washing?

“… … .”

I’ll draw a mask at least.

What do you think imagination is?

“I don’t know, something like that.”

Tell me what comes to your mind most often.

“It’s about releasing the emotional bondage imprinted on my brother and me and regaining our emotional freedom. But seeing as how it doesn’t work no matter what I do, I wonder if it’s only possible if I kill the doctor. I think that’s enough talking. Get out of here, I’m busy working.”

The shouts heard at that moment.

The boy followed the sound to the empty lot behind the mansion.

The blue-haired boy who was teaching the children how to use magic in real life came running in, out of breath.

“Brother! Where have you been so busy these days? I don’t know how many days it has been since I last saw you. I am so touched that you finally came to teach me in person… Yes? You want me to continue teaching you?”

Because you are a man I acknowledge.

“The man among men acknowledged by my brother…! Then of course I should teach him! But I think it would be good to show him a demonstration at least once. The kids here are beginners who just made a ring, so I think they can learn a lot by watching. By the way, they are currently practicing making fireballs─.”

Hurrruk!

Kwaang─!

A fireball the size of a car struck a scarecrow target across the field.

A huge pit gaped open in the place where the target had melted and disappeared without a trace.

Wow─!

The children who had run away from the heat flocked in like a flock of sparrows to look at the pit.

The blue-haired boy with wavy bangs spoke solemnly.

“Please save me, brother. I’m sorry.”

suddenly?

“Isn’t that because you secretly stole my brother’s jerky? So, as a warning, I’m doing this… .”

That was you.

“I’m really sorry. I was blinded by greed for a moment.”

I’ll forgive you just this once.

“Thank you. Oh, so you want me to just continue with the lesson? Like I usually do? It must be hard to be nervous when you, of all people, are watching, but you’re putting it in a drawing… I’ll try my best.”

What do you think imagination is?

“Imagination? Well, fun things to do without money? I usually have a lot of strange thoughts. What if I could go back to when I was 7, exactly as I remember now? What if I could fly? What if I had the ability to stop time? Even when I’m still, my thoughts don’t stop.”

If you could go back to when you were 7, what would you do?

“I have to cut it from the wrist of Tommy’s boss and Tommy.”

I see

But it’s amazing that the thoughts don’t stop.

“Huh? Isn’t that usually the case? Or is it just me?”

The blue-haired boy, who had been tilting his head, started class again anyway.

And a little later.

Ding─ Dingdireading─

A bell was heard ringing inside the mansion.

The white-haired boy got up from his seat and headed into the mansion, where he could see children pouring out of the classroom at the end of the hallway.

A blue-haired girl came running with welcoming steps.

“So you’re finally here to teach the class yourself! Right?”

No, it isn’t.

“Should I continue teaching you…?”

That sounds good.

I don’t have the ability to explain something as systematically as you do.

“Um… I don’t mind if I continue to teach the theory classes, but I think it would be good if you came in and taught the classes yourself once in a while. Like a special lecture. Because the kids all chose to stay in the mansion after seeing you.”

I’ll try.

“Not often, but maybe once a month… Yeah? Are you drawing me right now?”

The girl pulled her hair to the sides to cover her face.

“Why, all of a sudden? Why are you drawing me? Do you have feelings for me… Ahem, if you really want to use me as a model, I can allow it if you promise to call me older sister and speak politely to me. After all, I’m a year older than you.”

Was the dictionary in the lobby?

“I like being called by my name more than my older sister. I consider people I know as friends until they are twenty years older than me.”

What do you think imagination is?

“imagination?”

If the question is difficult, tell me about an object or scene that you often imagine.

“Well, I often think about what would have happened if I hadn’t met you. Then I would definitely have been defeated by Binjin and wouldn’t have been able to survive in this world. Thank you again, Raya.”

It’s possible to imagine the past.

“Of course. But you’ve already finished drawing the picture? Don’t you want to look at it? It’s embarrassing.”

After finishing the conversation, the boy parted ways with the girl and walked away, only to run into a man cleaning upstairs.

“Hello, Master. You are working today. I have purchased a large quantity of tools and materials, including sketchbooks, and have them stored in the first-floor storage. By the way… Are you drawing me? Yes, as naturally as possible. I understand.”

What do you think imagination is?

“I don’t have that.”

Why?

“It may be accurate to say that it has worn out. When I was young, I had many thoughts, but as I got older, it became difficult to come up with something new. It is like the wheel of a rickshaw. At first, it moves with great effort, but later, it just moves forward by inertia. It is a state of being immersed in a repetitive life without thinking. This is also the reason why I am deeply grateful to you, Master.”

Thank you? To me?

“Thanks to you, not only have I found stability in my life, but I have also been able to start a new life. I am very satisfied with my current situation, having left my life as a rickshaw puller.”

Oh, I see. I’m done drawing, okay?

“This is what my face looks like in your eyes. It’s similar, yet not similar… It’s a strange feeling. Would you like to see another painting you drew today?”

doesn’t care.

“They’re all faces. I’ve looked at them very closely. Is there a particular reason why you chose faces as your topic today?”

… … .

Why the boy draws.

It was to firmly establish an image of the world.

and.

The most difficult to visualize were the faces of people who required concentration to recognize.

If you can successfully recall someone’s face with your eyes closed.

In that case, it would be easy to recall images of objects or landscapes with lower difficulty levels.

In the end, drawing faces turned out to be the most efficient training.

“To remember.”

There was one reason that was even more important.

*

The blue-haired boy, Ain, recalled what he had heard from Ray yesterday.

─Your role is the most important.

The children also all knew the story of the evildoers associated with Binjin visiting the mansion.

Wizards of the second circle or higher, including Brother Ray, were preparing for a surprise attack inside the tower.

The 1st Circle wizards were on standby in the mansion lobby, ready for emergencies at any time.

‘My role is important.’

A heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s going to burst.

Ain took a deep breath, opened the front door of the mansion wide, and bowed deeply to the visitors.

“Come in. The Master is waiting inside.”

No reply came back.

As I carefully straightened my bent back, I could see the visitors talking among themselves.

“Didn’t you say it was only the 2nd circle? I don’t know what the leader is thinking, to admit such an inferior person into the Dawn Society.”

“I don’t know. After all, it was said that the condition for joining was to succeed in training that guy.”

“Personally, I hope it is successful. If a spirit of that size has achieved spiritualization, it will surely display tremendous power.”

The visitors were three middle-aged gentlemen.

They were men with a gentle and neat impression.

‘…I feel suffocated.’

Ain felt a terrible sense of suffocation.

It was an instinctive fear that a wizard felt when facing a wizard of a much higher level.

Looking at the tiny radio device at the end of his sleeve, he thought of Ray listening to this conversation.

And at that moment.

Ray stood in front of the top floor window, watching the mansion gate.

‘The number of rings is 4, 3, 3.’

A ring filled with all the color blue.

It was by no means a formidable force.

The blue ring that was mixed with all the elements that I experienced through Binjin had the disadvantage of extremely high mana consumption, but it boasted fast magic casting and high output that made up for it.

If there is one 4th circle wizard in there.

‘Curiosa may not be able to avoid a classic either. The only good thing is that the bishop is not the supervisor.’

After their first meeting, the bishop who had been wearing four blue rings was nowhere to be found in the cathedral.

According to Solité, he went on a business trip to a parish in another sector.

It is unknown whether the Bishop was aware of the Overseers’ visit to the mansion today, but it was a welcome development that a certain enemy was absent from the sector.

“… … .”

The boy’s thoughts drifted away.

What actions will you take once the enemy enters the tower, and how will you respond to emergencies?

Then, there was a moment when an image was naturally formed in my head.

Dismissal.

A yellow halo appeared in his hand and took shape.

It was as if he was holding a thunderbolt.

“Are you ready?”

The boy turned his head, asking a question.

There stood the dead Binjin.