Chapter 0 : Prologue When I was young, I once watched a street magic performance. As I watched a card floating in midair, I asked the magician. “Is this magic?” Seeing my eyes sparkle with fascination, the magician leaned down. “Does that matter?” “It does.” “Magic, huh… Hmm.” The magician stroked his chin and slowly ...
Chapter 0 : Prologue When I was young, I once watched a street magic performance. As I watched a card floating in midair, I asked the magician. “Is this magic?” Seeing my eyes sparkle with fascination, the magician leaned down. “Does that matter?” “It does.” “Magic, huh… Hmm.” The magician stroked his chin and slowly continued. “Yeah, it’s magic. And I’m a magician.” “Wow!” I still remember how bright my voice was at that moment, and how the magician smiled in satisfaction. “If it’s magic, what kind of system does it follow? Is it the kind that consumes mana to construct spell formulas? Or is it the type where mystery exists without reason? I don’t think it’s just simple telekinesis—because psychic powers aren’t magic. Oh! Or maybe it’s the kind that summons myths engraved in human history
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