How can I cast a spell? when I can't talk!

The thing written in this file is shocking. On the next page, there is a detailed description of the last figure that I witnessed in my dream - the eyeless figure. It has a detailed description from head to toe.

I remember my therapy when I was in an orphanage. The psychiatrist always noted down my written words, my behaviour, and my experiences.

As I flipped through the pages, more and more information was revealed about my life as an orphan. There was also a written account of the incident where I was suspected of killing my girlfriend and subsequently expelled from the orphanage.

It detailed how I lived my life, how many places I worked, and my last job as a librarian. the incident is written in this file.

Once, I came across an old woman who had collapsed in the middle of the road, gasping for air and breathing heavily. It was apparent that she was having a heart attack. Without hesitation, I quickly grabbed her and ran towards the nearby hospital. While running, I continuously called for an ambulance to ensure immediate medical attention. Upon reaching the hospital, I ensured that the lady was admitted and taken care of.

As fate would have it, this selfless act of kindness did not go unnoticed. The old lady, grateful for my help, decided to repay my kindness by using her influence to secure me a job at a local library. She believed that this opportunity would not only help me financially but also provide me with a stable career.

Furthermore, the old lady's son, who happened to be involved in the library's management, supported his mother's decision. Recognizing my willingness to help others and my dedication, he was more than happy to offer me the job. This job offer was a result of the bond that formed between us after that fateful incident on the road.

Reading this report, I cringed. Who the hell writes reports in the format of a story? I vividly remember what happened at that time and the situation that unfolded before me.

As I read the file, memories flooded back to me. I remembered the situation that had unfolded before me. As I walked along an empty road, my attention was drawn to an old lady who appeared to be sleeping in the middle of the road. It was evident that she was under the influence of drugs. At that moment, a thought crossed my mind - 'Should I try to help her, or should I take advantage of the situation and grab her purse?'

With that thought, I ran towards her and grabbed her purse. However, as I grabbed the purse, I noticed a CCTV camera positioned on the corner.

Suddenly, my plan to seize the old lady's purse seemed foolish and risky. The presence of the camera meant that my actions would be recorded and potentially used against me.

At that moment, I contemplated the consequences of my choices. How would I explain my actions to the police or the old lady's family? It was a troubling thought, especially considering that the old lady's family might not even understand sign language, making communication even more challenging.

I continued reading the files, and I came across an event that was one of the worst I had ever encountered. I found myself in a situation where I urgently needed to contact the ambulance for immediate assistance. However, to my dismay, they were not responsive to my initial attempts to reach out to them.

Instead of promptly answering my voice message, the emergency services dared to call me back and inquire if I needed assistance. This was highly frustrating and made me feel like a complete fool.

I was desperately trying to inform them about the urgency of the situation, but it seemed as though my messages were not being taken seriously.

Under normal circumstances, I would have dialled the ambulance's number directly, but unfortunately, I was unable to speak. This forced me to rely on messaging them multiple times in the hopes that they would finally understand the severity of the situation.

Upon reading the last segment of the file, I witnessed a series of events that unfolded before my eyes. It began with a picture of me entering the library, followed by exiting the building. As I continued watching, I saw myself walking along the road and then proceeding towards the garage. This was the last footage that I observed.

After the file was completed, Ailith, who was sitting beside me on the sofa, turned towards me and asked "How are you feeling?"

I grabbed the pen and paper and wrote down "As usual."

But deep down, I knew that I am not okay. The memories that had resurfaced from reading the file were overwhelming, and I couldn't shake off the feelings.

I took a deep breath and looked at Aility, who was patiently waiting for my response. "I'm okay," I wrote again, trying to sound convincing. "Just a bit overwhelmed."

Ailith nodded understandingly.

"It's okay to feel that way," she said.

"Well, it's frustrating that you can't talk and have to rely on writing to convey your emotions."

"Let me teach you telepathy," Ailith suggested.

"And if you want to learn telepathy, you need to learn magic," she continued.

Upon hearing this, I nodded in agreement, determined to learn magic.

"Magic does exist, and I will learn it," I thought to myself.

"Just wait, Ailith. In no time, I'll learn to do magic and give you a good spank," I said, realizing the inappropriate nature of my words.

"No, I mean I'll beat you in battle," I corrected myself.

"Battle in bed! "

"No!, The battle using fists," I clarified, wondering why my thoughts were becoming strange and veering towards inappropriate and violent scenarios.

"If my intrusive thoughts become perverted, I'll become the protagonist of a harem novel," I mused.

"No, I must think about killing," I refocused my thoughts.

"I shouldn't be thinking about popping the cherry," I said, blocking those thoughts.

Interrupting my thoughts, Ailith said, "So about magic, I will explain it in parts, starting with the introduction."

to use magic we need to access mana a unique energy that is the structural and functional unit of the spell.

"Accessing and harnessing this magical energy can be a complex process, but with the right approach, it is possible," she continued.

" There are three important steps to follow to effectively access this energy.Now, please follow my instructions and do as i say," Ailith explained.

In response, I nodded in agreement and closed my eyes, ready to venture on this magical journey.

"Now, focus and listen carefully," Ailith continued.

"The first step is to visualize the presence of magical energy."

I closed my eyes and began to imagine the enveloping mana around me, envisioning it as a vibrant and shimmering force flouting in the atmosphere. As I immersed myself in this visualization, I could feel a subtle tingling warmth on my being, indicating the presence of magical energy.

"Moving on to the second step, Ailith elaborated on the importance of harnessing this energy.

"Once you have successfully visualized and sensed the atmospheric mana, it's time to move on to the second step: harnessing. To do this, you need to use words."

Words possess a profound influence on reality, Whether it's a chant, a mantra, or a specific incantation, be mindful of the words you select."

"you never know what you say become true."

The keyof harnessing lies in intention and unwavering belief, this will help forge a connection with the mana. "

My irritation and anger filled the air as I struggled to come to terms with this limitation. It seemed that mastering magic would be an even greater challenge than I had initially imagined. because I can't talk "

In my state of frustration, I muttered under my breath, "You... witch! You know I can't talk, and yet you're suggesting I use words to perform magic."

"Fucking words!!!!"

'you do realize that. "

'I am fu*king mute?"