4. Carriage to the Royal Castle

"Let's go now," he teleported, and what jumped into his field of vision was a woman's body. She was female, naked.

"No, no... what?"

Celia opened and closed her mouth. At first, she seemed to have a hard time grasping the situation with me, but she eventually realized that she was being seen naked. Her face immediately turned bright red.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think you were taking a bath. I have a question, but... why do you take a bath while holding a totem?"

"Ah, because you told me to bring it! Don't let it go!"

"Please leave!" yelled her. She desperately hid her body and if she was told such a thing, she would have no choice but to leave while repeatedly apologizing. ...For the time being, my current gender is female. Well, no matter who the opponent is, isn't it a pleasant thing to be able to unilaterally see the appearance of being born?

She put the thrown totem back in her pocket (it was warm) and went out of the bathroom. There was a bedroom right across the washbasin. It's narrow. However, it does not seem to be inconvenient in terms of living. Do you have other rooms? Celia came out when I was about to take out a stack of cheap papers from the bookshelf and take a look at it.

"Hurry up." When I turned around, she was just wrapped in a bath towel, her hair was soaked and she was out of breath. I was in too much of a hurry. Don't you dare neglect her cleansing?

"It would have been nice if you had entered slowly without being careful."

"I can't do that... in many ways."

She's still a little embarrassed, but she seems to have picked herself up. She is back in the mood of the other day. As expected, I was told not to look at the change of clothes.

"You don't have to hide it. She's thin, but she's gorgeous. Her breasts are a treat for the eyes."

"...!"

"No, just kidding. I won't say it again."

"Did I get a little carried away?" No matter how much I was a man in my previous life, I don't think I'm young enough to get excited just by seeing a woman's body, but regardless of that, I'm genuinely impressed by how big it is. It was too much because my body was completely fixed as a girl. I don't envy you.

Celia, who tied her hair still wet and put her clothes on for the time being, asked why she suddenly appeared in the bathroom while she was working on it. Are you there? didn't she know?

"That's why it's a totem.

"In other words, you can teleport anywhere as long as there is such a mark. Like you teleported me in the forest, even other people?"

"Yeah....Yeah? There is such a magic, right?"

"My metastasis uses Eidos, so it must be classified separately from normal magic." But normal magic should also have teleportation. I'm sure this has been confirmed in the past as well.

Celia affirmed her knowledge, but her expression was a little difficult.

"But that is..."

"that is?"

"──No, it's foolish to measure the 'Witch of the Primordial' with my common sense. It's nothing."

"It doesn't seem like nothing, but... maybe Celia isn't good at teleportation?" "If that's the case, then it's understandable that you're not articulate." I had learned things like Ardela as a matter of course, but the difficulty level would be considerably higher. Crossing space with normal magic is advanced.

"Well, no. I want to go out, but can I get dressed now?"

I said that if I had something to do, I could change the date, but Celia's response was cautious.

"Going out is"

"Of course, it is related to Celia's request.

As soon as she heard that, Celia's expression changed, and she said that she would finish her preparations immediately and began to prepare her. That's right, she finished her preparations for going out quite quickly for a woman, and with her hair still damp, she looked at me and said, "Let's go." That spirit is good.

On the way down the stairs immediately after leaving the room, there was a face peeking at us from the floor below. An old woman. Did she have a roommate?

"she is?"

"I'm the landlord here."

"I see. Hello."

Was this not Celia's house, but her boarding house? The landlord seemed very perplexed as he reflexively greeted the renter who came down from the upper floor with a guest he didn't remember inviting him, "Hello...?" We got away with a friendly smile. I think I got it, maybe.

"And where is the king's place? This way?"

"Over there"

Celia showed the opposite of what I was seeing. This kind of intuition has been bad for a long time, I guess. Probably from my previous life. I turned around toward the royal castle while clearing my throat.

"How should we go? How far is it?"

"It takes less than an hour on foot."

"... It's a delicate line."

I can walk separately, but I can't deny that I feel like I'm wasting my time. I looked up to see if I could fly to the sky quickly, but no one was flying... There must be some kind of legal regulation. along with the road.

"Would you like to stop the carriage? Then we will arrive at the royal castle within 30 minutes."

"I like it, let's do it"

Celia who called the horse-drawn carriage with an air of familiarity first checked the state of her interior and let me get in first. Somehow I feel like I'm being protected by SP. You're paying too much attention to me, this kid.

Celia, who followed me into the carriage, told the driver where she was going through a small window, and the carriage began to move at a leisurely speed. It's like this in the city... but it's definitely faster than walking. The ride isn't bad either. Time has passed. When I picked up Ardela...

"Um... Primordial Witch-sama"

She is pulled back from where she was soaking. It's still an unfamiliar way of calling me, but somehow I was able to recognize that it was a term referring to me, so she shifted her gaze from the flowing town to Celia.

"what?"

"Can I ask what you plan to do in the royal castle?"

"What the hell is that guy, Morrow? I'm going to reveal his purpose."

"So you think Morrow is up to some wicked agenda?"

"Well, 90% out of 10 it is. It's the way it's done."

"It will be clear if you let the person speak." So rather than going to the royal castle, would it be more correct to say that I'm going to see Morrow?

"Are you going to interrogate him directly?"

"Ah. Is there something wrong? No, I'm not blaming you, I just want you to teach me things from Celia's point of view."

She added that to make sure she didn't shrink, but Celia still seemed very reluctant to say it.

"Would you call it a problem… I don't think Morrow would openly confess if there was a bad plan.

oh dear. Anyone would be alarmed if her dismissed colleague came back and did some probing imitations. It would be even worse if someone like me was dragged along. Celia's concerns are legitimate.

"It's probably better to keep the battle in mind. But there's only one Morrow and two here. Mr. Retired won't show up, so I'll manage somehow."

"No, um... there are other soldiers in the royal castle."

"Ah, I see. Hmm, depending on the situation, it looks like we'll be forced into a tough battle... Then why don't I be in charge of Morrow and Celia in charge of the soldiers? That's just right."

"I'm counting on you," I said with a smile, but Celia's face continued to grow grim. I asked him what was wrong and tilted his head.

"I'm ashamed to say that I don't have the skills to stand alongside the Primordial Witch-sama. All the spells I've learned are self-defense, and I don't remember offensive magic."

"Isn't it wonderful? First and foremost is self-defense. The power to harm the enemy is fine after you wear it. I think so too."

Celia weakly shook her head at my words.

"I never thought of it that way. I just didn't have the talent..."

"You have no talent? There is absolutely no such thing."

"e?"

"Magic is fueled by mana, and the source of that mana is magic essence." A magician absorbs magic essence and takes it into the body, then converts it into magical power, and makes the supernatural a reality by utilizing it according to the magic formula that was constructed in parallel.

The series of processes that make up magic, the absorption and conversion of magic essence in its initiation, are quite suitable and unsuitable depending on the person. Is it easy to understand if it is like lung capacity that inhales oxygen and exhales it as carbon dioxide? It depends more on your natural aptitude than lung capacity, but just understand that some people can inhale big and others can't.

"And Celia." In that forest filled with magic due to my influence, she was taking in plenty of magic. She is talented in the sense that she does it without realizing it. Even if she wants it after birth, she can't afford it, it's a natural thing. At least in the field of manipulating magic power, she has more than average weapons.

She said, and Celia, who didn't know about it, was half in doubt about my words. Does she believe that her talent has hit her plateau? However, the reason why I don't insist on that is probably because I'm the ``Witch of the Primordial''. ...stamp.

"Idea..."

"...?"

She quipped, repeating to her.

"Idea, that's my name. Don't call me Primordial Witch-sama. I wonder if you'll call me that from now on."

"Yes, Idea-sama."

"Hmm"

"Sir, I don't need it." But even if I say remove it, it will only make me suffer. No matter how brilliantly talented she is as a wizard, just by saying that she's a magician, it won't affect her heart.

The carriage heads to the royal castle.