Magic Maker - How to make magic in another world - - Chapter 69

Magic Maker – How to make magic in another world –

Chapter 69   Remember that warmth

Mom, Dad, Cole, and… Sister are in the room. Also present are Glast, Rafina, Brigit, Maron, Red, and Rose. Due to the small space, Rafina and the others are waiting downstairs. Perhaps Glast-san was considerate. He kept it only with family and Dr. Cole. Dr. Cole is only one present, just in case something happens.

This is Glast-san’s house that we’re borrowing. The room where Sister is sleeping is familiar, and it feels like a second home. Of course, it’s not free, so we pay rent to Glast-san. Glast-san said it’s okay, but he took it while understanding our feelings. That might also end today.

End it. With my own hands. Calm down. To say there’s no tension would be a lie. My hands were shaking. For a year and a half, I dedicated myself to the study of Lazy syndrome, spending every day earnestly for the sake of treatment. There were difficulties. It wouldn’t be accurate to say there were no times when I found it painful. However, I never intended to give up, and it was not as much of a hardship as enduring.

I was just scared. If, despite all my efforts, I couldn’t save my sister, the thought was frightening. However, because I had resolved to spend my whole life saving her, my heart remained unwavering. Now, I stand on the brink of whether over a year’s worth of effort will bear fruit.

Due to the influence of the Scarlet Night and Einzwerf, my magical power has swelled to over a hundred times its previous level. The magical power overflowing within me is extraordinary, and that means I have acquired more than enough magical power for treatment.

The problem lies in whether my idea that with immense magical power, I can treat those afflicted with Lazy syndrome is correct. Treatment should be possible with magical power supply, but I haven’t established a method to supply a significant amount of magical power.

I had been thinking along those lines, but if I fundamentally misunderstood, then everything would end up in vain. I have to start over from the beginning.

My sister lies on the bed, and I sit in a chair beside her. Mom and Dad silently watch over us from behind. I steady my right hand. It’s trembling slightly.

It’s going to be okay. It will definitely work. That’s how I reassure myself. After all, even if it fails, I can just start over from the beginning. I’ll consider it from a different perspective and progress the research from there. It’s different from that time when there was nothing, no existence. Here, there is magic, and the treatment for lazy syndrome undoubtedly exists. There’s no illness that can’t be treated. I believe that.

“…I’m starting.”

Without saying it to anyone, I murmured. I gently placed my right hand on my sister’s chest. The source of magical power is near the heart. I believe there is a magical power receptor organ there. When releasing magical power, there’s a warmth and pulsation near the heart. If I want to directly supply magical power, I need to touch the chest. Her body temperature is low. My sister looks up at the ceiling, but there is no response. I shake off my anxiety and begin to infuse magical power.

“15, 20, 25, 30.”

The counting of magical power becomes routine. I increase it by five each time, confirming the corresponding reaction.

“80, 85, 90.”

Up to this point, I’ve tried it many times before. The real challenge starts from here. The tension in the room intensifies.

“100, 105, 110.”

Gradually increasing. Calmly, slowly, and carefully. I must not rush to stop immediately in case of any issues. While channeling magical power, I keep a close eye on my sister’s body. The light from my right hand gradually becomes stronger. In this room, only my sister and I can see magical power. When the magical power reaches a certain amount, the brightness stops increasing, and the concentration of magical power itself begins to rise. There is no visible change, but it becomes more vivid.

“200, 205, 210.”

Still, there is no discomfort even with the supply of magical power. There is no change in my sister. The amount of magical power that would have already triggered some reaction in a mild lazy syndrome patient. Maybe this amount of magical power is insufficient for severe patients. My total magical power was around ten thousand before, and the maximum amount of magical power I could release externally at once was limited to 90. However, now my total magical power is around a million, and the maximum amount I can release externally at once is unknown. At least, at the current stage, I can go up to 210. If I can’t treat my sister even after supplying magical power up to the limit I can release at once, I dismiss that thought and continue providing magical power.

“500, 505, 510.”

Still increasing. There’s no change even after supplying magical power to this extent. No negative or positive effects. Is it ineffective for severe patients? But it’s still too early to give up. Crush all possibilities, make efforts, sacrifice everything, and then give up. I haven’t given my all yet. When I thought that, a change occurred in my sister. Her eyelids twitched, and her fingertips trembled faintly. Voices of my father and others echoed in the background. However, those voices disappeared quickly. There was a reaction. A reaction similar to when I supplied magical power to a mild patient. At this point, it was clear that supplying magical power is effective for severe patients as well. Now, it’s just a matter of going as far as I can.

“700, 705, 710.”

A considerable amount of magical power. Even supplying this much, my sister’s body still reacts only slightly.

“990, 995, 1000.”

My sister’s eyes moved. She looked at me and blinked. Her fingers clearly moved, and her mouth trembled. I found myself on the verge of tears. I don’t even understand my own emotions. The only thing I knew was that I must not stop. I continued to supply magical power.

“1300, 1305, 1310.”

“…Ah.”

My sister’s voice echoed. It was something that hadn’t happened for over a year.

“Ah, you.”

“Ahh… ahh.”

The voices of our parents. I heard a choked-up sound. My hand was trembling, but the supply of magical power didn’t stop. Suddenly, I recalled stories of modern doctors. Doctors avoid performing surgeries on their own family members. It’s entirely different when it comes to others and one’s own family. No matter how skilled a doctor may be, performing surgery on a close family member is not an easy decision. Right now, am I in a similar position?

One wrong step, and perhaps…

Such thoughts crossed my mind, and my agitation intensified. The other part of me encouraged, “Stay calm.” I restrained myself, holding my right hand with my left.

“1490, 1495, 1500.”

My sister’s blinking became as frequent as that of a healthy person. Her mouth moved, and, despite the trembling from her wrists downward, her fingers began to move. Marie looked straight at me, shedding tears. Her hand overlapped with mine. She moved her hand of her own will. My heart trembled.

I thought a miracle had occurred. And…

“Sh…ion.”

Marie said that. Then, the magical light began to shine brightly. It was a momentary event, and when I frowned, it quickly returned to the usual brightness. There was no visible change in the magical power around, but there was undoubtedly a significant change. Marie’s body had regained magical power.

Her body, which had completely lost its magical power, was enveloped in a faint light. The thin film of light was shimmering. It was the fluctuation of magical power, a sign of life. I involuntarily interrupted the magical power supply.

Realizing, I hastily tried to resume the supply, but that thought quickly vanished. Even if the supply was stopped, Marie’s body still exhibited undulating magical power.

“Magical power… has returned?”

With my murmuring, my father and the others, who were at a distance, approached.

“W-What!? C-could it be… she’s cured?”

“Shion-kun! M-Marie-chan is…”

I couldn’t answer their questions. Because my sister was holding my hand, looking at me intently. In her eyes, there was determination. Not the doll-like face from when she was afflicted with Lazy syndrome, but a clear recognition of me and a plea.

That gaze.

That thought.

And ‘body temperature.’

She had returned to her usual self.

“W-what… happened…?”

Marie was agitated. Perhaps, for her, there was no memory of the past year and a half. If that were the case, it would be better. Spending time in a state of lazy syndrome must have been terribly painful. I tightly held Marie’s hand. Various emotions overflowed, and tears fell to the ground.

“Sis- Sister… Sis- Sister…”

As if confirming her body temperature, I continued holding Marie’s hand.

It wasn’t in vain.

My thoughts were not wrong.

Treatment was successful.

She was saved.

Navigating through a seemingly endless path, I created an exit on my own.

More than a sense of accomplishment, I felt sheer relief.

Thank goodness.

That was the only feeling that filled my chest.

My parents also held Marie’s hand, embraced my shoulders, and we cried together.

At this moment, perhaps for the first time in over a year, we could genuinely laugh and cry.

From the depths of my heart, I thought, “I’m glad I can use magic.”

I didn’t develop it to help someone.

But if it could be useful to someone.

Proving it, feeling it, I embraced a profound sense of happiness.

Sis came back.

That alone made me happy, and I continued to release my emotions, crying.