CH 40

I sat down on my bed and let out a big sigh of exhaustion.

A lot of things happened today, and I feel quite tired.

After that, we left Gildan’s blacksmith shop and he introduced me to some general stores and restaurants, and then we looked around at other areas before breaking up.

As a result of our discussion, it was decided that we would be free to go about our own activities for the next few days until Dan’s armor was fixed. Well, this was unavoidable. If it can be fixed, it’s better to fix it, and if it’s fixed, it would waste buying new armor. Then there is no choice but to wait for it to be fixed.

I take out the items in the backpack.

I took the paralyzing knife from the bag, pulled it out of its sheath, and let the magic flow through it.

“…?”

Hmm, I tried to let it flow, but it’s not flowing, huh?

How do you make it flow in the first place?

When I think about it carefully, when I use magic, when I cast a spell, I feel that the magical power naturally moves inside my body and gathers at the place where I tried to direct it.

To move the magical power… By the way, when I wasn’t chanting, I consciously tried to move my magical power. Maybe I will try it with that feeling?

I concentrate, pulling out the magical power in the area called TanDen, which is deep inside my body, let it flow to my right hand, and send it to the Paralyzing Knife from there.

Then the knife glowed a pale reddish-purple.

“… Success?”

I want to check it, but there is no way to check it.

Gildan said it was a weak paralysis effect, but I would like to refrain from subjecting myself to abnormal conditions, no matter how weak the paralysis is. Of course, it’s also dangerous to experiment with someone else. First of all, I can’t ask people to do such a thing, just from a common-sense perspective.

Generally, I don’t even know what kind of effect this paralysis has, or what kind of principle is activated. If a poison is made by the blade and causes paralysis. And you may end up paralyzed for life without an antidote.

In some cases, the poison may flow to a vital organ and I may die from a heart attack.

I think about it and tremble.

“… I should stop. Let’s store it.”

I stopped the supply of magic power and carefully put the knife back into its sheath and put it in my backpack.

But what is the practical use of this paralyzing knife? I wondered.

Maybe it’s because I’m not used to magic, but it’s a little difficult to channel magic power into the paralyzing knife. I have to use it as if I was using magic without chanting, so it takes time. And I need to keep it up. If it was a normal situation, fine, but if it was in the middle of combat, it could be fatal.

In addition, while you are putting magic power into this knife, you are naturally consuming magic power. I think you need a certain amount of magic power to be able to use it properly.

Well, there’s no point in thinking about it now.

From the items scattered on the bed, this time I pick up the [Purification] grimoire.

And today’s main item is here. To be clear, a paralyzing knife is like a bonus from the beginning.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to this magic.

Looking only at the effects, [Holy Light] is simply a kind of recovery magic, but judging from the reaction of those around me at the time, I think it was highly effective. So I expect this purification magic to show some kind of superior ability as well.

The name [Purification] gave me a lot to think about, but for now, I decided to learn it first.

Take a deep breath, open the [Purification] grimoire, and continue reading.

Flipping through the pages one by one, I read on.

What was written inside were letters and figures, meaningful words, and meaningless words. It was the same as before, and I couldn’t understand a word of what I read.

Still, when I read through all the pages, the grimoire was engulfed in pale blue flames and burned away without even a puff of smoke.

It’s not hot, but no matter how many times I’ve experienced it, I’m always surprised when it bursts into flames.

This time, however, I decided to keep my hand on the book and watch it burn up in my hand.

The grimoire burns and crumbles in my hand, and a few pieces fall out, but they too burn and disappear before they hit the floor.

A few moments later, everything was gone, in my hand and on the floor, leaving no ashes or anything else.

“… What is this?”

Usually, when I read a grimoire, I can roughly understand what kind of spell it is, but this time it’s not clear if I don’t get the idea. However, there is a strong focus on the power of purifying unclean things, and I understand that I can be used for something.

“… Let me use it for the time being.”

Probably, since I didn’t have the impression that it would have a negative effect on people. There should be no problem.

Looking around, I look for a target.

The only thing in this simple room is the bed, and everything else is my personal belongings, including today’s loot, underwear, and a few household items like rags to use as towels. That’s it.

“Hmm … let’s start with the rags.”

This way, even if the worst happens and I lose it, it won’t be a problem. I’ve only been able to wash them in cold water, so they’re getting a little dirty, just right for an experiment.

I put the rag on the bed, just in case.

I take a deep breath and focus my mind.

Then I chanted the spell.

“To the impure, may your soul rest in peace.”

Magical power flows from the depths of my body, around TanDen, and gathers to my right hand.

Before the spell was cast, I focused on the piece of cloth on the bed and strongly imagined that it would be cleansed.

Then he chanted the activation phrase.

“[Purification]”

At that moment, the shining aura from his right hand hit the piece of cloth on the bed, and it began to shine with a divine radiance, and a few seconds later, when the radiance subsided, there was a clean piece of cloth left.

“…”

When I got closer to the rag, I saw that the effect was drastic.

The stains are all gone, and the overall color has faded to a natural beige. I wondered if this was the original color.

I lifted the piece of cloth cautiously.

Then a number of white grains about a millimeter in diameter fell from the cloth.

“What this…?”

And when I looked at the bed, the color changed beautifully, but only in the place where the piece of cloth was placed.

“What this…?”

This was my first encounter with the cleaning, washing, and bathing magic that I would be indebted to for the rest of my life.

After coming out of being frozen, I immediately put my face close to the bed and observed the place where the color changed.

“Well… as expected, no dirt, and it is clean.”

This might have been a mistake. Should I have used a piece of cloth in my hand?

There are two options you can take here.

One is to leave it as it is and pretend you don’t know about it. Obviously, the color change would be noticeable, and the innkeeper might get angry.

I haven’t done anything wrong… Rather I have cleaned it…

The other way is to purify the entire bed and clean it overall to eliminate the color difference. This will make the difference in color less noticeable and they won’t be offended, but it could also lead to the strangest situation where the whole thing becomes too clean and more noticeable.

“Hmm… Troublesome.”

I thought about it for a few minutes, wandering around the room, and decided to clean the entire bed.

I imagined purifying the entire bed and chanted the [Purification] spell.

“To the impure, may your soul rest in peace.”

At that moment, magic power flowed out from the depths of my stomach, gathered in my right hand, and poured down from the palm of my right hand like a shining aura onto the bed.

It rained down.

And it keeps on pouring.

That… maybe it’s a little dangerous.

I’ve used a lot of magic until now, but the only time I felt that it reduced my magical power was when I was practicing Chant-less casting and firing [Holy Light] in rapid succession. I don’t remember my magical power is greatly reduced by one activation.

But now I’m feeling the magic power being sucked out of the depths of my belly more and more, and my magic power is obviously decreasing.

This sensation is like having your blood rapidly sucked out of you, or having the root of your life pumped up and dripping out of you, or whatever it is, it feels like something important inside of you is being sucked out of you, and I feel terrified.

After a few seconds, the release of the aura finally stopped, and I took a sigh of relief.

In the end, I ended up using about a third of the magic power I perceived.

I was really glad that it stopped before that because I was planning to force myself to stop it once I reached the halfway point.

This magic seems to be pretty useful, but if I keep using this magic just because everything is dirty, I’ll probably run out of magic power soon.