[Main Spell Return] Butterfly Effect

"Close your eyes."

Miraku Kawakami covered the little girl's eyes with his left hand, and swiped the blade with his right hand.

The curse of claws and claws was split in two and turned into ashes.

Feeling the moisture in the palm of his hand, Miraku Kawakami took it away and looked down.

I'm crying, are you scared?

Kawakami Mira knelt down, wiped away the tears on the little girl's face with his fingertips, held her in his arms, and patted her on the back gently.

"It's all right, you're safe."

"Hold on to me, you are doing very well, very well."...

Miraku Kawakami sent the little girl back to her home.

When parting, the little girl motioned Mira Kawakami to squat down.

Kawakami Miraku didn't know why, but he did it anyway.

The little girl gave Kawakami Miraku a big kiss on the face, and stuffed a candy into his hand.

She smiled and said to Kawakami Mira: "Thank you for saving me. This is my favorite candy. Every time I eat it, I will be very happy, so I will give it to you. I hope that big brother can also be happy every day. "

Kawakami Mira was unexpectedly embarrassed. He opened his mouth and stammered, "I...I will... cherish it."

Kawakami Miraku left, like a fish swimming against the sea, he was out of place in the crowd.

He sucked the candy from the little girl, and there was a hint of sweetness in his mouth.

The heart seems to be beating more powerfully... why...

Kawakami Mira didn't think it was just the effect of a candy, but he couldn't tell, he was too clumsy.

There is no one who can tell him what this rhythm from the heart is...

Kawakami Miraku has completed his task for today, he can rest.

He wandered aimlessly like a lost child.

Unlike the little girl, no one came to hold his hand and lead him away, no, or, Kawakami Miraku rejected everyone, and he chose to walk awkwardly.

He walked and walked, came to a building, and stopped.

It was an art gallery.

Kawakami Yaraku did not understand art.If Miya Kawakami hadn't brought him in, he wouldn't have even stepped into these places.

He doesn't see the beauty of putting a few dabs of paint on a piece of paper or a board.

Whether it is simple, complex, abstract, or realistic, he cannot appreciate it.

But, strangely, Mira Kawakami walked in.

Walking among the many paintings, Kawakami Miraku still doesn't quite understand.

He stops in front of a painting.

In the picture is a woman.

The painter who created it was very careful, and the woman's glance and smile are delicate and soft.

Draw it... draw it... draw her...

Miraku Kawakami put his hands on his heart, feeling the fresh heart under his chest, and muttered to himself: "Draw my sister..."

What is the meaning of painting?

For Miraku Kawakami, it may be to recreate the face of the person he misses in the world...

In order to draw the face of her sister in mind, Kawakami Miraku spent all her time drawing except for doing tasks.

It's not that Kawakami Miraku never thought about not being a conjurer.This way he doesn't have to do quests and he can just immerse himself in the painting.

However, Kawakami Yaraku did not do this.

The magic world, which has just undergone reforms, cannot lose a powerful magician like Kawakami Miraku.Once lost, the pressure on other conjurers will increase several times, and the conjurer world will be in turmoil again.

Wujo-sensei needs me, my companions need me too, I can't go...

"Park here."

"Here? Do you need me to wait for you here? Kawakami-san."

"No need." Kawakami Mira got out of the car and came to the driving seat, "Today's task has been completed. Thank you very much for your help. I will go back to the high school by myself, Mr. Assistant will go back first."

"Oh... oh, okay. If Kawakami-san needs me, please be sure to call me."

Miraku Kawakami smiled and said, "Yes."

Kawakami Yaraku and Pasuke Supervisor separated.

Kawakami Miraku's eyes reflected the scene in front of him.

This is a park.

The sunlight rides on the leaves and comes to the ground, adding bits and pieces to the green shade.Even the dewdrops on the flowers kissed by the rain also stick to the temperature.

My sister will definitely like this scenery... If my sister can't see it, I will use the life bestowed by my sister to see it for my sister... If I paint my sister in this scenery, can it be regarded as my sister seeing it...

Kawakami Miraku found a good angle and took out the drawing board.Compare, think, outline, color...

Kawakami Miraku is immersed in the painting, immersed in her own world...

Kawakami Yaraku added the finishing touches to the woman's eyes in the painting.

The painting is in warm colors.

The woman in the painting smiles softly, as if fused with the warm sun.

"Young man, the painting is really good."

Mira Kawakami was taken aback for a moment.Because he didn't notice the approach of people.

However, he didn't care.

For Miraku Kawakami, if he can’t even draw his favorite person wholeheartedly, then he will even despise himself.

An old man walked up to Kawakami Yaraku.

He continued: "Your eyes were very gentle when you drew her. She is your beloved girl, young man."

"Ah..." Kawakami Mira smiled, "Yes, she is my favorite."

Kawakami Yaraku left soon after.

The old man watched Kawakami Miraku's figure gradually disappearing among the layers of green trees, and muttered to himself: "Maybe, I guessed wrong... The woman in the painting may not be the boy's sweetheart..."

The old man saw clearly.

How similar is the appearance and smile of the boy and the person in the painting...

How similar they are...