I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

What is double casting? I'm still a trainee witch, but you're using the same skills as beating a senior mage to deal with me? !

Frowning, she leaned into Gresta's arms and forced herself to drink up the strange-smelling potion. Isabella fell softly on the pillow again.

Her body is still ailing, which means that Letitia did not use the time spell to heal herself, but...

"I borrowed your wand, don't blame me~ After all, it was used to save your life."

really--

With a smile, Gresta took Isabella's wand out of her arms and placed it on the bedside.

She was not completely dead yet, so she could be revived with holy magic. However, the wand that blessed holy and dark magic belonged to Gresta, so Isabella didn’t say anything, just turned over in bed and put the I'll leave it to my unreliable witch teacher.

"Ah, little Isa, you won't be angry anymore, will you?" Gresta opened her eyes wide and gently covered her lips.

"No, I just feel that my practice is not enough."

"That's why you're angry with yourself~ Hehe, he's so cute!"

Isabella ignored the charming tone of Gresta behind her and remained silent for a moment.

"I don't even have the strength to survive in the hands of the teacher. I am far from the strength to stop him..."

Gresta's smile stiffened and slowly disappeared from her face.

"So, please teacher, please train me more strictly in the next month -"

"How is it possible? Give up." Gresta interrupted Isabella coldly.

"Why are you so stupid and naive? Let alone a month, even in another year, a hundred years, or a thousand years. You won't have the power to stop him! Standing in front of him, he treats you as his enemy. The next moment – ​​you’ll be dead.”

The only sound left in the room was the sizzling sound of the fluorite lamp on the wall, and the evening breeze blew through the dense books in the ultramarine forest and squeezed in through the cracks in the window with a rustling sound.

....

"What if..." Isabella suddenly spoke to break the silence.

She turned back and stared into Gresta's amber eyes.

"——What if I master the power of [Forbidden Curse]?"

"Don't even think about it, I'm not going to teach you that!"

Gresta stood up from the chair in excitement, and the chair that fell backwards made a loud crunching sound when it made contact with the floor.

"So how on earth do I stop him?"

"You can't stop him, not anyone!"

"Then why didn't you answer my question, Teacher Gresta?"

Isabella's sapphire-like eyes stared closely at the witch's eyes behind Gresta's bangs. Feeling the girl's gaze, Gresta subconsciously raised her hand to cover her hair.

"Aren't the witch's eyes the eyes that can see through cause and effect and transcend time? Why can't you tell me the result?"

"The cause and effect of peeking in advance will change if you tell it. We are all bound by it. You have to know this. Besides, why do you have to work so hard for a goal that is simply impossible to achieve? For what?"

Gresta lied.

"Yeah."

Isabella seemed to see through this, she raised the corners of her mouth slightly and pulled up the quilt.

"The Witch's Eyes have abilities comparable to those of gods, but [Gods] are exactly what Master Leticia said. They have no emotions, so Teacher Gresta, you can't understand those emotions, right?"

Gresta was speechless. The girl in front of her was right in her guess.

Although the witch's eyes can transcend time and see into the past and future, it still cannot let you understand that

Feelings held by an individual.

"Human" is a complex animal, and the "causes" driven by emotions will also arise from this.

In the eyes of God, the "effect" guided by "cause" is without reason and meaningless. But obviously for human beings, emotions are undoubtedly one of the most powerful forces in their intellectual bodies.

They will not hesitate to give up the logically optimal choice for something or someone, and implement some decisions that can even be called "stupid".

"When my world turned gray, and at the most desperate moment, he made me see the color of light. People always put their hope in him, making him an upright hero."

Isabella's eyes were soft, with a beautiful light shining in them.

"But do you know? He is just a [person] who can cry, laugh, and lie in my arms and act like a baby. He has so many responsibilities and expectations, who can be him when he falls into despair? Where is the hero?"

"I know that my abilities are far from enough, and I can't be a hero like him...but I want to at least be someone who can stand by his side and hold his hand when he is in pain. People; let him, who is extremely tired after traveling through mountains and rivers, have a embrace where he can rest assured...that's all."

After listening to the girl's words quietly, Gresta silently lifted up the fallen chair, leaned against the bed, and let out a long sigh.

Finally, she smiled bitterly and said to Isabella: "I really can't do anything about you. If you weren't already married, I would have wanted you, a lovely and virtuous beautiful girl, to be my wife... Huh? Anyway, now He is in another world, so it doesn’t matter if he snatches you away, right!?”

"Teacher Gresta?!"

"Hahaha, just kidding~ I have to say, I'm starting to like you kid."

"Eh? Did you hate me before?"

"More or less, I probably use you as a tool to defeat Miss Gesebrisak."

Can't tell at all!

No... maybe this is why Gresta beats herself up so badly every time she trains in actual combat.

Listening to the unsatisfactory words from Gresta's mouth, Isabella still felt a little regretful for her previous thoughts of respecting Gresta.

"What...a teacher with such a bad personality..." she whispered, huddled on the bed.

"I heard you~" Gresta smiled and pinched Isabella's soft cheeks and pulled them upwards.

"It hurts, it hurts! Master Brain is wrong, I'm sorry~"

"So if someone bullies you in the future, you can call me by my name, and the teacher will help you teach them a lesson! Hold the wand like this, and then shout, 'I like Sister Wei Ya the most' - this is a spell. , remember?"

"Eh...really...I remember it." Isabella answered completely perfunctorily and glanced to the side. She didn't think that such a stupid method would be useful at all. After all, she would return to another place later. In a world where she would never see Gresta again, she had made preparations in advance.

"Are you thinking that if I return to your world, I won't be able to follow you?"

"..."

It was guessed, but this is normal.

Gresta mysteriously pointed to the wand that now belonged to Isabella on the bedside.

"How many forbidden spells do you think are stored in the most powerful wand I have used for hundreds of years?"

Isabella turned her head sharply to look at the simple wand lying quietly on the bedside table, her eyes flashing with surprise.

No...it can't be right?

She couldn't help but imagine some terrible scenes.

Is it possible that Teacher Gresta can really—

"Well, you will naturally know this later. After all, my witch's house cannot wait for a guest for hundreds of years, but it is very boring. I hope you can let me see other colorful worlds~"

Gresta twisted her waist and got out of the room with only her head exposed. She smiled and waved to Isabella: "Have a good rest. You will start hard practice again tomorrow morning. Good night~Mua!"

The door was closed, leaving only the warm yellow light to accompany her in the room. Isabella sat on the bed and couldn't help but take the wand in her hand and look at it.

Only after Gresta reminded me this time did Isabella realize the possibility. There might really be a lot of forbidden spells stored in this wand.

but--

"Who will call your name..."

The girl's face turned red, she put the wand back on the bedside, lay down and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt into a rice dumpling.

"Isn't calling my husband by his name more useful than yours?"

She smiled happily and fell asleep.

Chapter 38 Orut City (3700)

Under the various bitter, spicy and slightly sweet potions prepared by Gresta, Isabella quickly recovered her strength, and the first stage of practice was also announced in the next few days. graduate.

"Now that you can protect your wand from attacks very well, you need to strengthen your weak points."

In a messy forest, the upturned earth and rocks were mixed with the broken giant trees, and the green smoke of burning was still rising.

Gresta looked at Isabella who was kneeling on the ground and panting heavily. In this morning's routine battle, she was still blasted four times by Gresta's magic.

Running around.

"First, the timing of the counterattack is still not up to standard. I left at least four gaps for loopholes, but you only grasped the worst one. But these are also related to actual combat experience. For the time being, go to Release later.”

Gresta raised her finger: "Second, your physical strength is too weak. Although your mental strength and magic power are sufficient, your body can no longer support you to continue fighting. How long has it been... fifteen minutes? You can no longer stand still."

"yes...."

Isabella agreed weakly.

There's nothing I can do about it, after all, I don't like sports very much...

"So next, let's take a bath."

"Ah?" Isabella raised her head, looked at Gresta who was staring at her with a smile, and squeezed out a doubtful syllable from her throat.

Take a bath? What does this have to do with improving physical fitness...

"Of course it does matter. If you want to improve your physique quickly first, it will take a long time just to exercise. You don't want to become like a muscular tomboy, do you?"

As if she knew the girl's thoughts very well, Gresta stretched out her hand to pull her up and patted the dust on Isabella's clothes.

"Medicinal bath - this is a way of relaxation that witches like nowadays. It can not only strengthen their physical fitness, but also relax comfortably. There are no disadvantages except that it is more expensive."

"So that's it..."

"So there is no need to use the wand after today. Put it away and follow me."

The two returned to the Witch's House. Bubbles was sleeping in the open space at the door. Colorful birds were chirping and pecking at her huge dragon body.

"Bubbles, we are going out for a trip, remember to take good care of your house."

The bubbles of snot blowing up due to his deep sleep popped open with a pop. The bubbles raised his head and looked at Gresta who walked into the room.

"What! They won't let you look after your house. If someone comes over secretly, they might even want to tell them where your treasures are hidden -"

"Be good, I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."

"Put it on us, meow!"

This hopeless dragon immediately changed his mind, his eyes flashing with deliciousness: "Are you going to Orut City? I want to eat the extra-large strange-flavored fish skewers there, nya!"

Gresta walked out of the house again, wearing a witch hat with a wide brim and a small cross-body bag.

"As long as you take good care of your house, if you are found sleeping when you come back, there will be nothing wrong with you."

"Okay~~"

Isabella followed Gresta, watching her stretch out her hand, and a long broom was summoned by her, floating horizontally in front of her.

"It turns out that witches really fly on broomsticks..."

Seeing Gresta sitting steadily on the floating broom with her body sideways, Isabella couldn't help but feel novel about the image in front of her that had only existed in novels and movies before.

"The magic medium that allows witches to fly can be made in any shape now, but I still prefer the older style. Come on~" Gresta waved to Isabella who was standing here. .

"How should I sit here? Speaking of Teacher Gresta, can I fly in the future?"

In response to the girl staring at the flying broom under her body, which was almost sparkling with little stars, Gresta smiled and said: "Of course, but flying is also a very physically demanding thing. After your physical fitness reaches the standard, I will naturally take you to choose a flying magic medium that suits you."

Isabella came to the broom. She first tried to sit in the same position as Gresta, but found that she could not maintain a good balance at all. In addition, the hard broom handle also hurt her buttocks.

"Sit on my lap, that's all."

Gresta then pulled Isabella into her arms with her soft cry, let her sit on her lap, and hugged the girl's shoulder with one hand.

Being firmly fixed in Gresta's soft arms, Isabella felt the close body temperature and faint scent of the person in front of her, and turned her face away in embarrassment.

"What's the matter, do you feel shy sitting with the teacher? They are all girls."

"I'm not shy..."

"Sit tight, it's time to fly."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scenery in his field of vision quickly shrank with the feeling of weightlessness around his body. In the blink of an eye, the two of them flew high into the sky and arrived above the canopy of the entire ultramarine forest.