The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

man.

Soon enough, his wide back turned around so he could face me.

A large hand rummaged through his coat pocket, pulled out a small folded note, then pushed this note towards me.

He didn’t explain what the folded piece of paper was, but nevertheless, I could guess what this was just by one look at it.

Because I’m the one who gave this to him in the first place.

〈 Practical Magic Spells to Use During an Actual Fight That No One Would Notice 〉

I opened the folded paper with a smile.
Indeed, it was just as Cassion said.
There written was a secret method to that heavy breeze.

When he first read these instructions, he must not have been able to make heads or tails of what’s written there.
But one small illustration on the piece of paper was now funnily familiar.

It was showing the exact scene of the match.

“You would have still won if you didn’t use this.”

“I guess I’m resembling you more these days.”

“Huh?”

“I wanted a clear victory.”

Didn’t you say that there’s no rule against using magic during the match? So technically, I didn’t cheat, right?

The way he uttered each word was satisfactorily brazen.

It was unfathomable how this man with terribly red earlobes could ever say such a thing.

I grinned.

Yes, the more certain the victory was, the better.

Besides, David was the one who went against the rules.
There’s no policy saying that magic was prohibited during the match.

Just as he mentioned, this wasn’t considered cheating.

And in the first place, the odds were stacked against Cassion already.

I wonder if they would have noticed the applied spell if it was a lost match.

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‘Well, honestly, I would understand if they did.’

In any case, everyone was already expecting Cassion to win at that time.

It’s not as if he stole a victory that wasn’t his.
It’s just that the sudden wind shortened the time he needed to win the match.

And made sure that his victory was more obvious.

Of course, with one’s own weapon.

Acting naïvely despite not actually being naïve, he was the kind of man who would be so flustered by a mere brush of our cheeks, but at the same time, he’s also the kind of man who’d use that kind of magic spell during a formal match.

I placed a hand on Cassion’s shoulder.

He turned towards me in surprise.

Boop.

And his soft cheek was poked squarely by my waiting finger.

He looked at me with a stunned gaze.

“Wh…at?”

“Even if you’re putting off crying for later, it’s still true that you overcame one hurdle.
So, I have a congratulatory gift for you.”

“Gift?”

Instead of answering his question, I stood up.”

Cassion’s eyes followed my movements, but as I sat behind him, I turned his head straight ahead again.

His hair, which was the color of the night sky, had gotten long again.

More than last time.

“You need a haircut.”

“…Yeah, I guess.”

His answering voice was a bit subdued.

It’s only natural.

For Cassion, his hairstyle was integral to ‘concealing his appearance’.

Since he’s not supposed to be alive, there should be an effort to sever any connection to Cassion’s former appearance.

For the sake of his survival, this act was no different than putting mud on his face and lying flat on the ground, hoping that he wouldn’t get caught.

And the person involved was the only one who knew how miserable and nerve-wracking this was.

“I’ll tell Diana.”

“Okay.”

That was the end of their conversation about his hair.

There’s nothing good about prolonging this kind of atmosphere.

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I stared at the deep blue hair covering the back of his head, then I looked down.

At his broad back.

Going further down his spine, there lay his hipbone, and then his navel at front.

And from the navel, about the span of one, two, three fingers side by side.

For a warrior trained in the martial arts such as myself, this was the spot where the inner core lay—the place that controls and stores one’s internal strength.

And in Cassion’s case…

‘The heart.’

There was no need to find a separate location.
This was the heart, as everyone knew it, and the constantly beating organ was where his mana was being stored.

“Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.”

I reached forward and held the man’s shoulders.

His upright back balked and flinched lightly.

“Shh, relax now.”

“What are you doing.”

“It’s my gift.”

“But then, what kind of gift.”

“Have I ever asked you to do something that would harm you?”

He didn’t answer.

This was enough.

Consciously, tension left his rigid body.

I stared at Cassion’s back as he breathed in and out deeply, then with one hand, I felt around his sturdy frame.

It was different and unfamiliar to me, but I felt the vivid energies within him.

If I were to give a color to his power, it seemed like it’d be blue.

‘Mana.’

It was a distinctly different power compared to the qi that was circulating inside my own body.

Starting with the plate that was holding this power, and to the method to use it, everything was, naturally, different.

As I felt it through my fingertips, the flow of his mana was good.

Then, as I encountered a blocked pathway, I used my own internal strength to open it up.

My head started spinning, but I laboriously maintained my composure.

“…Uh… ugh…”

Before long, the owner of this back let out a suppressed groan.