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Until now, the boy from the Wodanaz family had answered everything gently and kindly, but when he asked coldly, the Shadow Patrol hunters were thrown off.
“What… what are you saying?!”
“Do we look like people who would do that?”
“We really did it because we liked it!”
“Huh… just step over here for a moment.”
Ihan called to the hunters who were on the prow.
The Shadow Patrol were crushed under the irresistible dignity Ihan radiated and hesitated as they came closer.
“Now. The difference between this arrow and that arrow is…,” Ihan explained even more earnestly than before.
How an arrow enchanted on the spot differs from an arrow that comes out of the workshop already given the Zennbaya magic series.
The former, which brute-forces mana on in a rough, violent way and forcefully stacks spells, versus the latter, which—despite being layered perfectly by calculation—is not even a little unstable…
“……”
“……”
Of course, the Shadow Patrol hunters understood none of it.
‘Do you get what he’s saying?’
‘No…’
‘You can read letters, why don’t you get this?’
‘Doesn’t sound like Imperial Common to me.’
Ihan finished his long lecture and asked, “Do you understand now?”
“…Yes… no?” The hunters blurted out hurriedly, afraid Ihan would start explaining again.
“Wizard! Um… the… color theory of the magic — we understand that well.”