After Sylvar gave the small gift and collected the magic power, the dinner continued.
At this time, Magna walked over to Sylvar and said expectantly, "You just said there's a way to take us to another world in the future. What is it?"
Luck also came over. After hearing the phrase "powerful people from another world," his eyes immediately lit up. He leaned forward and said eagerly, "Yeah, is there really a way to go to another world? I really want to fight the strong people over there."
As he spoke, lightning crackled across his body.
Sylvar looked at the battle maniac's excited expression and said helplessly, "The method is to first travel to another world and find a spatial item that can carry living beings. Then I seal that spatial item into my magic book. Because the magic book is part of me, the spatial item would be inside the book."
"In that way, the spatial item contains the person, and the spatial item is inside the magic book. I can carry the magic book and travel to another world, and once I arrive, I can release the people stored inside the spatial item."
Magna stared at him in disbelief. "Does that kind of spatial item even exist?"
Luck scratched his head irritably. "This is annoying. I can't wrap my head around it. I just want to fight the strong guys over there."
Sylvar glanced at Luck and the corner of his mouth twitched. "That kind of spatial item doesn't exist in this world. So I'll have to look for it in another world."
"I'll need to keep traveling between different worlds until I find one where I can obtain such an item and still come back alive. Some worlds are extremely dangerous."
While chatting with everyone, Sylvar noticed something was wrong with Senior Henry's expression.
He turned and looked at Henry, who was bound by chains around his abdomen and restrained by sealing magic, and asked, "Senior Henry, are you unable to hold on?"
Henry spoke slowly. "I can hold on for a while."
Sylvar frowned. "It's not important right now. We've already met everyone. We'll have time to talk more later. Let's go back to your room first, Senior Henry."
Henry glanced at the Black Bulls and said, "Alright."
Sylvar turned and said, "Asta, carry Senior Henry on your back. Only you can touch him right now."
Asta had his mouth stuffed with meat. "Okay."
He tried to swallow. He choked for a moment, swallowed hard, then walked over and lifted Henry onto his back.
After returning to Henry's room, Sylvar stepped forward and removed the chains. Even though he had already lifted the magic from outside the room, he still felt a powerful suction pulling at him.
Not good. If I stay any longer, I'll get drained dry.
Sylvar took a step back and said quickly, "Asta, I'm heading back to the party."
He turned around and left the room at once.
My memory starts breaking apart from here.
Day two.
Sylvar opened his eyes and sat up in bed. The moment he rose, a sharp pain stabbed through his head. He pressed his fingers against his temple and slowly recalled the fragmented memories from last night. He also noticed the lingering taste on his lips.
A conclusion formed in his mind.
I drank.
But how is that possible?
As someone who insists on remaining rational at all times, as someone who refuses to let his consciousness blur even for a moment, he would never voluntarily drink.
Sylvar forced himself to remember what happened that caused him to drink enough to end up with this splitting headache.
A scene flashed through his mind.
Vanessa grabbed a bottle and shoved it straight into his mouth. The liquid poured down his throat without pause. It was the strong liquor he had brought back from the Hunter world.
Damn it. I almost got alcohol poisoning.
After that, everything went blank.
That bastard.
Sylvar swung his legs off the bed and stood up. He steadied himself against the wall. Then he summoned his magic book and flipped through it, checking the supplies he had brought back from the Hunter world.
He carefully examined the contents.
Large quantities of bedding. Clothes. Iron beds. Children's toys.
Everything was still stored neatly inside.
Damn it. It's all Vanessa's fault. I almost forgot.
He closed his eyes briefly. If he hadn't checked carefully, he might have completely forgotten about delivering them.
Enduring the throbbing in his head, Sylvar walked outside and found Asta.
"We're going back to Hage Village," Sylvar said. Then he paused. "No—"
Asta tilted his head. "Hage Village is more than half a month away. And the Black Bulls don't get holidays."
Sylvar narrowed his eyes slightly. His gaze was unfocused. "Now that I have spatial magic, it won't take half a month. It'll only take a moment."
Asta's eyes widened. "Really? That's amazing!"
Sylvar's eyelids drooped. His voice sounded sluggish. "I brought some things back from another world. I want to give them to the priest."
The two of them walked toward the hall and ran into Vanessa. Sylvar looked at her and instinctively felt that she was completely unreliable.
They continued into the dining area and found Charmy.
Sylvar said, "We're going out for a short errand. We should be back around noon. It shouldn't be a problem."
Charmy rummaged around and handed them two communication magic devices. Then she paused, thought for a moment, and took one back.
"Asta doesn't have magic power," she muttered. "Even with a magic tool, he wouldn't be able to use it."
She handed the remaining device to Sylvar. "As long as you input magic power, you can contact the corresponding device. That way there won't be any problems."
Sylvar nodded slowly. "Okay. Thank you, Senior Charmy."
He opened his magic book. The pages flipped to the spatial magic section. Mana gathered. A spatial corridor unfolded in front of him and Asta.
They stepped through.
The next moment, they appeared near the Demon Skull outside Hage Village.
Sylvar stared at the enormous skull. He blinked.
Why am I here?
I was aiming for the church.
He pressed his fingers against his forehead.
Damn it. That liquor. My consciousness is still hazy. I can't even lock onto coordinates properly.
"Vanessa tricked me," he muttered.
Asta looked confused. "Why did Sister Vanessa trick you?"
"She forced a whole bottle of strong liquor down my throat last night."
Asta rolled his eyes. "You were forced to drink? What do we do now?"
Sylvar inhaled slowly. His head still felt heavy. "If I try to open another spatial corridor in this state, who knows where we'll end up. We're lucky we landed near Hage Village. We'll walk. Once I sober up, I'll use spatial magic again."
He took a step forward.
His body swayed.
Asta immediately grabbed him and helped him stand upright.
Sylvar leaned against him. "Asta. Advice. When Vanessa starts drinking, stay far away from her. She really did a number on me yesterday."
He paused.
"From now on, carry me."
As he finished speaking, nausea surged up his throat. He bent over and vomited. Afterward, he wiped his mouth, walked behind Asta, and climbed onto his back.
Asta adjusted his footing and began walking.
Ten minutes later, they reached the church.
It took that long because Asta was carrying roughly two hundred kilograms of physical weight, plus Sylvar himself.
As they approached, Sylvar's mind cleared slightly.
"As expected of you, Asta," he murmured.
The children playing outside the church spotted them first. They shouted loudly and called for the priest and Sister Lily.
The priest rushed out with tears in his eyes. He ran straight toward them and wrapped his arms around Asta and Sylvar.
"It's good that you're back. It's good that you're back."
Sister Lily stepped forward. "Sylvar, what happened to you?"
Asta grinned. "He drank too much."
"Alcohol?" Sister Lily repeated.
They entered the church and sat down.
The priest wiped his eyes. "To be honest, Yuno and Sylvar joining the Magic Knights was expected. But Asta joining… that was unbelievable."
Asta puffed out his chest. "What do you mean unbelievable? I'm a Magic Knight now!"
A nun brought hangover soup. Sylvar lifted the bowl, drank slowly, and felt the pain in his head ease.
"I came back to deliver some things to the church," he said. "We can't stay long. It's still working hours. Once I fully sober up, we'll head back."
The priest's expression hardened. "You brat. You're drinking now? Do you know alcohol harms your health? You drank that much? Don't you know how to take care of yourself?"
Sylvar pressed his fingers against his forehead again. "I didn't want to drink. A senior from the Black Bulls got drunk and forced the entire bottle down my throat. I almost died."
The priest looked shocked. "There are such unreliable members?"
"There are more than that," Sylvar muttered. "Ask Asta about the rest. My head still hurts."
The priest crossed his arms and sighed heavily. "Rest. Just rest. Seriously, what kind of people are in your squad? Forcing you to drink like that… that's too much."
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