I Was Summoned To Be Sold as a Son-in-Law

63 – Sword of Light

I’ll say it again, Olivia Hex is sitting cross-legged in front of me with her eyes closed and motionless.

This is why I got into trouble.

Ten minutes before she got into that state.

When I found out that Olivia was a Japanese otaku, I had one question.

“Then wouldn’t it have been better for her to grab someone from the southern country and become his disciple?”

This question of mine was valid.

Ibanese Republic, an island nation under the peninsular kingdom commonly called the Southern Kingdom on the continent.

Geographically, it was very similar to Korea, my original hometown, and Japan, the neighboring country.

And even the clothing and culture of the Ibanese Republic seemed very similar to medieval Japan.

Of course, it is a fantasy world where there are wizards and people who use swords fly around.

Those neighboring island countries were called southern countries by continental people. Just as Korea and China referred to Japan as “Japan.”

And in this royal capital, such southern people are only occasionally seen.

It wasn’t a completely Asian face that I knew, but it looked more like a mixture of the East than the people of the kingdom or empire.

Sometimes, when they saw me, they thought I was from the neighborhood and started talking to me.

Anyway, if you want to become a samurai, wouldn’t it be best to learn from them?

“They have strong nationalism and do not take foreigners as disciples.”

Olivia answers my questions.

When one of the answers I vaguely predicted came true, she shook her head.

‘They have similar ethnicities here too…’

I remember hearing that Koreans also have strong nationalistic tendencies, but Japan has an even stronger tendency.

‘Is this a characteristic of island people?’

“But I heard that sometimes people study with naturalized foreigners…”

Olivia is obviously not in a position to become naturalized.

She is the body that should be the successor to the writer after her Hex.

No matter how much I am immersed in southern culture, I wouldn’t be that irresponsible.

“Then why me? There are professors at the university… And your mother is the greatest wizard in the kingdom.”

This is also a valid question.

She said she saw me using magic in the theater, but in fact, the magic I used back then was just a lot of the magic of a level 1 beginner.

Of course, there is no such thing as deep knowledge of magic, and the people I listed are probably much deeper.

“It was completely different from the established magicians who had a rigid attitude towards magic! The teacher’s flexible use of magic, which I saw in the theater at that time, opened my eyes anew!”

‘It’s not that I’m flexible, I just did it because I had nothing else to do…’

Anyway, I think she thought highly of my creativity.

Then, did you come to the right place?

I don’t know about it myself, but I might be creative.

I decided to teach her my own way of using her magic, breaking away from the magic system she had learned.

At best, it’s ‘strengthening the body to ride upside down’ and ‘firing magic in the air’.

There are only two things…

“Hmm, then first…”

“Teacher. There is something we need to talk about first before class.”

As I open my mouth, Olivia interrupts me.

“Actually, rather than wanting to learn something from the teacher… I would like to research the development of some kind of magic together.”

What does this mean?

“What is that…?”

Olivia’s expression changes to look a little embarrassed.

“In fact, Soin had thought of a magic since he was a child and had been developing it for over ten years. Even when he suggested it to past teachers and colleagues, all he got in return was ridicule.”

Uncharacteristic of Olivia, she is spinning her words around.

“What is that magic?”

“… It’s a magic sword.”

Olivia, who was silent for a moment, answers.

“Magic sword?”

The image that immediately comes to mind when hearing that word is an intangible sword rising from a bare hand.

This is indeed magic that a Wapanese otaku would dream up.

But suddenly I had a question.

“Didn’t that magic exist before?”

This world’s magic system must have been built up for at least hundreds of years, so I couldn’t understand why there wasn’t even a magic sword.

“Because it is unprofitable.”

Olivia gives a very simple answer.

That’s right. In fact, just imagining making a magical sword is truly inefficient.

It is better to make another fire ball at that time and shoot it at the enemy.

If you want to swing a sword, it is much more economical to just carry a real, sharp sword.

Furthermore, even the magic that strengthens the actual sword already exists.

Magic that increases the hardness of the sword and its cutting power.

In reality, there is no benefit to creating an intangible sword in the air.

“At first, I thought it would be simple. I tried various non-attribute magics. But…”

Olivia told us about her trials and errors.

She tried to shape the magic bullet into the shape of a sword, and she tried to shape the shield into the shape of a sword.

However, those magics are all magic that rotates magic power into a sphere and makes it round.

Magic bullets are magic that creates a circle the size of a fist and shoots it at the enemy.

Shield is a magic that blocks projectiles by creating a sphere large enough to cover the body.

This is the same for all non-attribute magic.

“All we can do is expand the circle into an oval shape.”

“It was so!”

When I tell her my guess, Olivia looks at me in surprise.

“The next attempt was to shape the attribute magic into a sword shape.”

Olivia raises one hand and demonstrates her trials and errors.

Fire, ice, lightning.

Embrace each attribute magic and stretch it out in your hand.

The fire was simply the shape of the elongated flame of a lighter,

Lightning is at the level of a long crackling bolt of lightning.

The only thing worth looking at was the ice knife.

“It’s an application of the ice spear.”

When I recognized it at once, Olivia looked at me with eyes full of expectation, as expected.

“That’s right! As expected, Master!”

Her ice sword is nothing more than a magic application of an ice spear.

It could be used as a substitute for a real sword to some extent, but it was still not the result she wanted.

What she truly wanted was a magic sword with no mass.

I think of an idea for a while.

‘Perhaps…?’

I remember a space war movie I saw when I was young.

A sword used by a certain martial arts group there.

Sword of light in Korean.

I vaguely recall the principle of that sword I saw somewhere.

‘Plasma is confined in a long cylindrical shape using a magnetic field.’

But that alone didn’t give her a clear image, so she shared her rough knowledge with Olivia, who was sitting in front of her.

What is plasma and what is a magnetic field?

I was not a scientist, but just a developer interested in science and technology with only a cursory level of knowledge, so I could only convey that much knowledge.

But…

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Olivia, who was sitting listening to my explanation, quietly listened to the knowledge I was conveying with an expression that was uncharacteristically serious.

Then, after I finished explaining, she suddenly closed her eyes and fell into meditation.

‘What is this… Did you come to some kind of enlightenment?’

I was embarrassed.

It was like ‘that’ scene that always appeared in the martial arts magazines I watched a lot.

‘If I touch you now, are you going to fall into a coin trap?’

When I turn to Betty, she lifts her index finger and puts it to her lips.

It seems as if Olivia is aware of this phenomenon.

Time began to pass longer than expected.

Betty stood in front of the door and said she would prevent anyone from coming in, so she went out.

And he asked me to watch Olivia.

An hour has already passed,

Olivia opened her eyes.

“Whoa…”

Olivia sighs softly.

Is it because of my mood that my two open eyes seem more intelligent than before?

“Master!”

And then she suddenly shouted happily and hugged me.

– Jump!

Betty, who had been standing outside, must have heard Olivia’s cries as she entered the room and looked at me and Olivia, who were standing close to each other.

Betty’s expression becomes cold.

I sensed a major threat and immediately tried to separate Olivia.

But it was nearly impossible to separate Olivia from her magical power with my usual strength.

But fortunately, Olivia got away from me first. And

“Madam!”

This time he approaches Betty and hugs her tightly.

“Uh, hmm? Madam?”

When Betty asked awkwardly,

“I’m calling on the person who is my teacher!”

Olivia cheerfully teaches the meaning of her words and walks away from Betty.

Then, Betty’s icy expression loosened and she began to wander.

‘I wonder if it’s too easy…’

While I was dumbfounded, Olivia took out Baekdori, who was sleeping soundly in the basket, and hugged her.

“White stone ball!”

“Um, um!? That’s it?”

Baekdori spits out the ending of the concept he is constantly protecting and then writhes in Olivia’s arms.

“Please look at this, Master!”

Olivia returned her white stone back to her basket, biting her own hand while shouting ‘Let go!’ And came back to me, holding both her arms out in front of her as if holding her sword. Stretch out and shout.

“Light!”

Her hands are shouting out words that are literally filled with the scent of middle school students,

A sword of light sparkling with blue light rose up.