Praise
Praise
"Lunia~"
"Yes~!"
At Master-nim's call, I stopped what I was doing and rushed to her bedroom.
Although I was on the first floor, Master-nim's voice, amplified by magic, reached my ears directly.
As I opened Master-nim's door and entered,
"Look at this."
"Wow."
The 'Runic Language' I had learned from Master-nim was being reproduced in the air with Mana.
In other words, Master-nim was personally drawing the Magic Circle in the air for me, the very one I had only ever imagined when using magic.
And now, about a week after I started living in Master-nim's house, I was keenly feeling just how difficult that action was.
"How is it? If you want to attend the Magic Academy, this much is basic."
Since two days ago, Master-nim had been teaching me basic magic theory and always had those words on her lips.
It seemed she wanted to teach me and get me transferred into the Magic Academy as soon as possible.
When I asked Master-nim why a transfer, she asked me back if my age wasn't twenty-one.
So, for a moment, I tried to answer no, but,
"When I appraised you with Mana Vision, your physical age was twenty-one. Isn't that right?"
she said, so I just blurted out that it was right.
'It's different from before I transmigrated.'
Even so, to appraise my body with Mana Vision.
Just how strong is our Master-nim?
No, more than that, isn't it cheating to even find out someone's physical age with something like that?
'H-hold on, could it be that she also knew I was a man before...?'
She didn't seem to know.
'Phew.'
What is this? Why am I feeling relieved?
I don't know, anyway.
Master-nim showed me Magic Circles in this way, drawing me in so that I could study magic on my own.
Because just by seeing it, the 'Runic Language' itself became a form of study.
Just by observing magic next to Master-nim for about a week, I naturally learned about the flow of Mana and the composition of Magic Circles.
And as I learned about Runic Language and Magic Circles in that way,
-Hwarururuk!
"Wow, wow! I succeeded, Master-nim!"
I was able to use fire magic for the first time, even though I hadn't learned it separately from a Magic Book.
It turned out there were certain rules between the Runic Language and Magic Circles.
First, there were a total of three Runic Language characters that went into a Magic Circle.
The first Runic Language character was drawn first, pertaining to an attribute like fire, water, earth, electricity, wind, and so on,
then a Runic Language character for form was drawn. Things like whether to make it spherical, or to make it pour out.
After that, if I drew a Runic Language character specifying direction and then infused Mana, I could learn the magic I wanted.
To put it simply, learning magic was like studying a foreign language.
You memorize new words, and then combine them to use magic.
The words themselves weren't as numerous as in Korean or English, so they were easy to memorize.
Indeed, it seemed true that a disciple under a skilled master also becomes skilled; as soon as I grasped even a fragment of the Runic Language, I began to grow at an insane pace.
Furthermore, while I had no knowledge of the game's story, I did have some knowledge of modern times.
What if I mixed Runic Language characters like this?
I was rich in creativity, trying to manifest two Runic Language characters simultaneously, or stopping mid-drawing a Runic Language character.
Thanks to that, Master-nim treated me as if I were a true genius.
After learning so many spells, I instinctively checked the Status Window.
Because when I first learned Water Ball Magic and Creation Magic, I had received notifications in the Status Window.
But perhaps it was because these weren't spells learned through a Magic Book?
[·····]
The Status Window was silent.
'What a shame.'
I had expected countless notifications to scroll up like in a comic book, 'Chwaruruk-'.
"Lunia-ya, come here."
"Yes, Master-nim."
Master-nim, who had recognized my magical achievements, called me.
Could it be that I could finally attend the Magic Academy?
I looked up at Master-nim, harboring a slight sense of anticipation, but.
-Ttak-kong!
"Hyeunyak!"
"It's too early to go to the Magic Academy with just this much."
Master-nim replied, flicking my forehead.
'Did it show too much on my face?'
Even though I deliberately maintained a poker face to avoid looking anxious.
Master-nim, like a ghost, read my mind and chided me.
It was the same last time, and it's the same this time.
Master-nim sees right through people's true feelings too well.
I replied, rubbing my throbbing forehead.
"I'm sorry, Master-nim. My heart got ahead of me..."
Learning from someone who uses magic as well as Master-nim would certainly improve my skills by leaps and bounds, but that didn't seem to be Master-nim's intention.
Her stance was that no matter how much one learned magic and mastered the theories, by comparing those theories with countless others and accepting different people's theories, one would gain practical skills no less than those gained in real combat.
That's because Master-nim herself apparently has war experience.
And that too, by firing magic on the front lines.
War, she says.
Even though I experienced my first killing through Mark, I still haven't gotten used to killing.
Nor should I.
The word 'war' was still too heavy a word for me, who had lived in modern times.
Perhaps, if I graduate from the Magic Academy, I'll also have to go to war and gain practical experience?
Such worries arose, but this time, too—
-Ttak-kong!
"Higeut!"
"A master wouldn't tell their disciple to go to war, would they? Besides, I have no intention of letting you graduate from the Magic Academy."
Since I was hit exactly where I had been hit before, I gently rubbed my even more throbbing forehead.
"Uuueuugh..."
'Master-nim's hand is surprisingly stinging, you know.'
Still, I felt a little relieved by Master-nim's words that she had no intention of sending me to war.
Even if this was a game world, I didn't want to kill.
"Hahahaha, but your speed in conceptualizing magic is certainly commendable. Come here."
She told me to come here just now, and I did. Where else does she want me to come?
"Oh, it means to come closer."
If I went any closer like this,
'I feel like I'll touch Master-nim's chest...'"
It certainly looked that way.
So, I hesitated a little, and Master-nim, as if exasperated, grabbed my head and pulled me in.
"Ubeup?!"
And naturally, where my head was pulled was into Master-nim's large chest.
'It's so cozy...'"
It felt as if all my worries and anxieties up until now were completely blown away.
Master-nim gently stroked my head like that, whispering softly.
"You're so admirable, so admirable~"
"Uuung..."
The feeling of my face being buried as if embraced by a truly enormous chest, and my head being stroked by gentle hands—
'...Is this heaven...?'
It felt as if I had become a baby.
No, rather than a baby, it felt like I had become a young child, clinging to my mother.
But this wasn't so bad.
At this age, I should have been embarrassed, but for some reason, I didn't want to leave Master-nim's embrace.
Perhaps.
After transmigrating into this world, I had nowhere to lean on.
For me, who had suddenly transmigrated to an unfamiliar place, with no friends and no one to rely on, feeling lonely.
Not only had I suddenly become a woman, but my heart might have been greatly troubled from trying to endure the lustful gazes of men.
Just a little, couldn't I stay like this just a little longer?
I don't ask for much.
Just a tiny bit.
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"Beup, Beubeubip?"
-M-Master-nim?
Of course, the thought of staying like this for just a little while longer and then stopping was blocked.
And by Master-nim, at that.
Now it was getting a little embarrassing, so I wanted to pull away, but,
-Seueuk, Seueuk...
Master-nim was still stroking my head without a word.
I felt my cheeks getting hotter and hotter.
It was probably because I was embarrassed that my face was getting hot.
So, buried in Master-nim's chest, I pitifully called out to her, but Master-nim remained silent.
'Haaah...'"
It's really embarrassing.
It was embarrassing that I had acted like a child buried in Master-nim's embrace, and it was embarrassing that Master-nim's soft and squishy chest was still continuously touching my face.
'How long is she going to keep hugging me...'"
Of course, I didn't dislike being hugged.
Rather, Master-nim's chest was incredibly soft and squishy, so I wanted to be hugged even more.
Honestly, if possible, I felt like it would be nice to be hugged all day long.
'No, no, all day long is a bit much, isn't it?'
Because I have to wash, eat, and go to the bathroom. Yeah.
"...Huhu."
But Master-nim continued to stroke my head as if she couldn't hear anything at all.
She probably noticed that my face had turned red too.
Perhaps Master-nim was being considerate, thinking I might be embarrassed if I pulled away now?
Maybe this was the right thing to do.
In that case, there was nothing specific I needed to do.
Rather, wouldn't she be pleased if I responded to Master-nim's touch?
As if responding to Master-nim's hand, which was still stroking my head, I burrowed my head deeper into Master-nim's chest.
"Hoohoot."
Then, as if pleased, Master-nim went beyond stroking my head and began to hug me tightly.
"Huuuung..."
Honestly, this might be the last chance, mightn't it?
What kind of chance, you ask?
...The chance to feel such large breasts...
I passionately rubbed my face against Master-nim's chest, fully enjoying her breasts.
...Honestly, if a man refused this, he'd be gay...