You Want a Warrior to Learn Magic?

"What? You said you asked me to teach you magic?"

Galan's incredible voice resounded throughout the entire hall, echoing in the vast space with invisible yet real sound waves. The gleaming, grand marble walls became excellent echoing mediums, repeatedly transmitting Galan's words.

"[Noise-Canceling Magic]"

Seemingly sensing his noise, the small figure sitting on the throne in the center of the hall gently raised a finger. Almost like a cheating command, the magic instantly erased the still-spreading echoes, bringing silence back to the place.

"What's wrong? You seem quite unhappy."

Serie crossed one leg over the other, her face expressionless, and coldly stared at Galan below the steps.

"Shouldn't you be proud to have me teach you magic?"

Are you proud?

If any other human Mage were standing here, they would probably feel flattered, just as Serie said. But Galan is different. "I'm a warrior! Why are you teaching me magic?"

He was puzzled and had no idea what Serie was up to.

The story begins this morning...

The soft morning sunlight in [Äußerst] streamed in through the window and gently touched Galan's bed.

He seemed to feel a slight itch on his face, which made him sneeze involuntarily. Then, his dim consciousness seemed to have its doors opened, gradually becoming brighter.

"It's so bright..."

Having just escaped the darkness of the night, Galan was clearly not yet used to the bright daylight. He frowned slightly, crossed his arms and placed them in front of his forehead, his hands hanging down to shield his eyes from the light streaming in from the window. This made him feel much more comfortable, but then another wave of drowsiness followed.

I still haven't had enough sleep... Oh well, I stayed up so late with Lia last night, so I'll sleep a little longer.

Thinking this, he turned over and turned his head to the other side of the window so that he could sleep peacefully for a while.

When he got back last night, he felt sleepiness wash over him as soon as he stepped into his room. He didn't want to move around much, so he quickly washed up and went to bed. Lia was sleeping in the room next to his. Before she came in, he told her to come in and find him if she needed anything.

Since the other party hasn't bothered me, I might as well get some more restful sleep.

Just as his consciousness was about to sink into darkness again, a familiar and clear voice suddenly rang in his ears:

"Galan"

The shout nearly startled him. "Who?"

He sprang from the bed as if electrocuted, reaching for the long knife beside the bed with one hand.

He nervously looked around.

The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't immediately place it.

Moreover, there was no one in my room, so how did the other person manage to transmit the sound to my ears?

Outside the window? At the doorway?

No... it doesn't look like it.

Just from the voice, it felt like the other person was speaking directly into my ear, rather than coming from somewhere else.

"What time is it? Still not awake? Answer me when you're awake."

After some time, that familiar voice rang in Galan's ears again. Having savored the memory of the last time, Galan finally remembered whose voice it was this time. "Serie? Where are you talking to me? I can't see you?"

"Of course you can't see me, I'm in the Palace."

"Then how did you..."

"Last time, when I cast [Tracking Magic] on you, I also cast [Voice Transmission Magic] on you, so that I can easily summon you once you enter my perception range."

Her voice sounded somewhat languid, as if she had just woken up not long ago. Although the aura of strength she exuded always made Galan feel that someone like her didn't need to sleep at all—perhaps she could just use the [Magic That Never Needs Sleep] on herself? If it was Serie, she should know that kind of magic.

"A summons... it's practically like a phone call... so what brings you to me this time?"

Seeing that nothing serious had happened, Galan let out a soft sigh, relaxed, and his hand, which had been gripping the knife hilt tightly, went limp as he slumped back into bed.

On these rare days of leisure, I should indulge myself and be lazy for a while.

"Wake up, come to my place again today."

"Hmm? Going again? So what do you want with me?"

"Don't ask so many questions. Just come when I tell you to. Do you expect me to come looking for you in person?"

"That's not necessary..."

Upon hearing the other person say they were coming to find him, Galan shuddered. He sensed a chill in their words, and even the blankets felt cold.

Even though the other person wasn't actually there, he had no doubt that if Serie wanted to, she could appear in front of him in the next instant and kill him with a single slap.

So, to avoid being mistaken for an annoying mosquito and swatted to death, he had no choice but to hurriedly get out of bed and reluctantly put on his clothes.

Damn... how did she know I lay back down?

Could it be that she used some kind of [Peeping Magic] on me?

I want to appeal for my privacy rights!

Well... I guess I'll just keep those thoughts to myself...

Galan walked out of the room with a distressed expression, feeling as if he had aged ten years in an instant and had no energy left in his body.

"Is Lia still not awake?"

After closing the door behind him, he glanced at the room next to his.

The door to Lia's room remained firmly shut; she clearly wasn't fully awake yet.

The Inn's soundproofing didn't seem to be very good. Any noise from upstairs or next door could be clearly heard by Galan. If he hadn't been so tired last night, he probably would have had trouble sleeping because of the noise from upstairs.

Similarly, the sound of me getting up should have been heard in Lia's room. Since she didn't open the door, she must still be asleep in bed.

"Phew... I should tell the woman downstairs, just in case she can't find me and runs off."

After thinking for a moment, he decided to leave a message for the boss downstairs and then walked straight out of the Inn onto the street.

Even during the day, Äußerst is still bustling with activity, its streets teeming with people, and merchants and patrolling guards frequently brush past each other.

Across the street, a shop specializing in items for adventurers had opened, and at that moment, quite a few adventurers wearing expensive gear were walking into the shop.