Magic Dance

I finally know why drunkenness is dangerous.

My eyes narrowed as the sun came in from the window, my head was still dizzy, my ears were ringing. This is my noon wake-up time. At ten o'clock, I skipped breakfast, rehearsals and other business.

Apparently, this body is not strong with alcohol. It's my fault to assume that Akion, who can drink a glass of wine, can drink as much as yesterday. I smiled at the lyrics. I put my body down again on the bed, today I'd better laze around.

Sometimes youth has to be filled with little laziness in search of inspiration.

"Weak."

It was a sound I knew, but I deliberately didn't see it. That little one must have been happy to see me fall helpless. Her face must be smiling in a very annoying way.

"You are very weak with alcohol. How do you enjoy life?"

I still don't reply. It's just about alcohol.

"Do I want to tell you something funny?"

She showed her face surprisingly, a second long after I was surprised. Then I threw my face away from her, rolling the other way.

"This is a story about you."

I'm linking my eyebrows. It's a little annoying, but I still survive not to see it.

"Your voice is pretty good, Akion." She chuckled.

Where is it possible that if my voice is good, she will laugh like that.

"Then your dance is also amazing." Her voice was excited.

"What is the name of the dance... ngg ... Bre... Breakfast dance...?"

"Break dance."

I immediately closed my mouth. It's amazing this transparency of mine.

"Yes! That's 0 name! Where did you learn that dance from!?"

I covered my face with a pillow. Damn it, it looks like I'm acting disgracefully in front of a lot of people.

Break dance, what is the same? It must have been a seizure wobble like I used to. I pressed the pillow harder. It's very embarrassing.

In the past, it was quite a disgrace that I couldn't look at other people's faces, now it's a disgrace.

Tanka's voice was screaming mockingly I didn't hear. I shouldn't have drunk that much alcohol, and for them, I'd give it back.

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"Why did Mr. Akion put on such an annoyed face?"

Verion's weak voice was heard in the training noise this afternoon.

"Take your footsteps. Add thirty more rounds, knights must not be weak!"

I shouted, my face firm, the predator's eyes came back again. There was a feeling of annoyance that had surrounded me.

"Mr. Akion is creepy... I just saw it that way...."

Again Verion's voice, his weak voice sounded like whining at Levian who was just looking at me.

I glanced at the two of them. Now Levian was staring at Verion, looking uncomfortable with his little whimper.

He breathed once. He must be worried, right?

"Ah, you're lucky to have never seen Mr. Akion in the most annoying version of it."

I was silent.

"... It must be very scary...."

Levian nodded, "That's right. Recently Mr. Akion's attitude was a little warm, he was willing to smile. If you used to, you would think of running away every time you see Mr. Akion, because it looks like you want to kill."

My eyebrows are linked. Annoying talk from my loyal knight.

"Is his face like that?"

Verion hid behind Levian's back which he held tightly. Levian's eyes glanced at me doubtfully, and an unpalatable smile appeared on his face.

Good. It seems that they both realized they had made a mistake talking about me.

"You two are here."

In a low voice, I called out to them, hunting gazes continuing to cling to them. I even knew that their hair was standing.

Levian came with Verion who was still squeezing his arm.

"Aren't you guys too relaxed?"

I'm going to take these two sinners.

"We have completed the training, Mr. Akion." It was a subtle rebuttal from Levian, yet it didn't work.

"Add more. Do it, even when it feels like you want to die." I smirked cruelly.

"Fine, Mr. Akion!" they replied at the same time and they immediately left me.

From the expressions of the two of them, it seemed like I had horns and tails. To be honest, it's not their fault because I'm in a bad mood. But occasionally torturing them is not wrong.

Then, it looks like I'm going to avoid alcohol for a while. I don't like his influence. Showing a disgrace that they will remember forever, it's embarrassing and makes me regret it.

If only the three knights did not offer their drinks. I saw them limping when they ran, and then I let go. What would they be if I was too flabby?

Their breath is heavy. The sky has turned darker slowly, the orders I gave them have been executed.

They didn't budge from their place, none of them left the training ground. That's because they're still waiting for orders from me.

I called the chief of their army, and allowed them to rest. My goal is to make them strong, not die quickly.

Muscles and strength must be forced, but to develop also they must rest, in order for their bodies to understand and repair the damage, so that it becomes even stronger.

When the knight passed me, they looked down with smiles. They knew they were the cause of this harder exercise.

I know, Levian told them not to mention my seizure dance.

I sighed. Disgraceful. But for a second I can't put on a tired face.

It's amazing to be a leader.

"Mr. Akion...."

His breath was panting, I could clearly see his chest rising and falling firmly and quickly.

"Verion, aren't you able to use healing magic?"

"Yes... A little, Mr. Akion." His breathing was unstable as well. At least all the knights here were physically trained, in contrast to Verion.

"Use it on your body."

Verion saw me in shock.

"Why? Can't you?"

As far as I know, there's no problem with that, isn't that some kind of buff that can increase your strength and make your body healthy?

"I never did it."

"What about anyone else?" he was curious about the answer. Is this different from what I read on Earth?

"No one ever, Mr. Akion. If we want to do it, then we will ask someone else for it."

"It's the same with purification."

I rubbed my chin once. That's the answer I don't want.

"What's the reason?"

"The energy in the body is like a magnet. When we use healing magic on our sick selves, isn't the energy that will come out negative and make that energy collide. It makes me even more tired," he explained.

"Strange...." My voice came out unnoticed. I'm a little confused by the concept.

"Have you ever tried it, Verion?"

Verion shook his head. He looked like a disciple who was too obedient to his teacher, and stiff. I think being elastic is better.

"Verion, it seems like you forgot something." The look I gave left him confused, his mouth slightly unsalled as it stabilized him.

"You are a witch basically. Why not use energy from the outside?"

He's still silently listening to me.

"Maybe both witches and priests, the principle of power is the same, which is like a magnet. But you forget, the magnet is used to draw power from the outside."

"This has to do with the magic cup, Mr. Akion."

I nodded. They're too fixated.

"Is it that the magic cup can't be enlarged? What is the certainty of the size of the magic cup?"

yes, he can't answer. Knowledge of the magic cup is not yet 100% correct. No one said that the magic cup could not be enlarged, they were just busy stating that witches and priests were born with the cup.

"Think about that analogy, the cup and the magnet. Something that I think is already available, you should have milked well."

I patted Verion on the shoulder.

"Sometimes it's necessary to do things differently, Verion."

I don't know why I suddenly wanted to talk about magic. Maybe before I remembered one of the scenes in the movie, where the witch could heal herself, and it was very good if Verion could do that.

He was the same age as me, but he was always full of admiration for me. Looking at me carefully, and thinking about my opinion.

People who smile a lot, and have these two characters.

I don't know which of the original characters. However, all I know is, Verion is someone to be reckoned with for Sanktessy. Beyond his father's greatness, this child had potential.

I know he often practices quietly at night. The magic is unique, fire type. Although small, fire is always dangerous.

"Thank you, Mr. Akion. Your input is great."

He held my hand as he expressed his gratitude. I'm so caught, it's awkward. He doesn't have to flatter me. Especially when we're the same age.

"Just call Akion," I replied.

"Isn't that disrespectful? I'm here under your watch, Mr. Akion."

I glanced at him, "Already, we are the same age and you are also a prospective Marquis."

"Just call Akion or will I send you home?" I'm a little threatening. Verion is the kind of man who admires talent. He tends to respect her with regal feelings that make me awkward.

Moreover, I like him more as a friend, if he calls me master, then there will be distance on us.

He finally nodded.

I smiled, "Yes, that's how it is, aren't we friends?"

"Friend? "Do you think I'm a friend?"

"Verion was my friend from the beginning."

He smiled warmly at me, his eyes slightly glazed, perhaps moved by my words. We've just been together, but it doesn't matter if we make a friendship. Socialization is needed. Especially for someone like Akion.