How should I survive in a different world as a reincarnated villain?

Another three days have passed since that day. In these three days, my husband has not gone out alone. Most of the time he is fulfilling the agreement with me and teaching me how to use teleportation magic.

Although I was mentally prepared, the reality still gave me a slap in the face. Not to mention learning to teleport magic, it became very difficult for me to concentrate and mobilize the magic power in my body.

It's like going back to the time when I first entered the academy, and I was the same way. I couldn't even use a small introductory magic in the first practical class. Bag.

Obviously, what I recited was the spell of the ground thorn, where did the thorn go? ?

Although there are many people who did not meet the standard, and there are some who can't even get out the soil bag, but seeing their brisk footsteps when they left the training ground, they were so tired that they could hardly walk. I understood one thing. thing.

I may not really be suitable to be a magician.

I managed to return to the dormitory, avoiding everyone's sight, I was finally able to take off the disguise, showing the most real exhaustion, I didn't even catch up with the dinner time, I didn't even finish washing, and I was wearing dirty clothes. I fell asleep quickly, and when I opened my eyes again, it was already the next morning, and I had slept for a full thirteen hours. If the alarm clock hadn't rang, I might have continued to sleep.

Not counting the death of my parents, it was probably the worst day I have ever spent since I was born, and after that, it was not until a semester later that I could barely avoid the situation where I was exhausted physically and mentally when I used magic power, and I could use it Magic is also at the lowest level, barely reaching the passing line.

I later found out that those students who performed worse than me but didn’t get tired did not consume magic because they didn’t use magic. Although I didn’t perform as well as I wanted, I used magic anyway. Once too much mana is consumed, it will be reflected mentally. Once the mana is exhausted, I will be physically exhausted. The instructor also made sure that my mana value must be very low, otherwise I would not be out of breath after using a low-level magic. .

I think, it should be because the magic power needed to transmit magic far exceeds the amount stored in my body, so I fail again and again, but I am not as tired as I was when I first learned magic in the past.

But I didn't want to just give up, and I didn't know what to do if I didn't practice this, so I didn't say stop, and continued to pretend that I didn't know anything and complained to my husband that it was so difficult.

Every time I said that, my husband would pat my head, "Just practice a few more times."

Even if this kind of verbal encouragement has no practical effect, I still feel happy and feel more motivated when practicing.

But I still overestimated myself. On the third day, which is today, I didn't have the patience to learn the special magic that couldn't be done at all.

In the past, it was still somewhat effective, and the learning process was not so monotonous. Unlike now, I stood there like a fool, but there were Mr. and Fenrir staring at me. It didn't take long for that kind of comfortable happiness to disappear. It turned into an awkward silence, and I felt amazing for being able to endure it until the third day.

Hearing that I decided to give up learning teleportation magic for the time being, Fenrir breathed a sigh of relief exaggeratedly, completely ignoring that I was still in front of it, and didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of luck that he had escaped. I want to have a decision with it so that I can prove it to myself.

Afterwards, the more I thought about it, the more unwilling I went to my husband and asked him if he had a way to increase the magic power.

The gentleman thought for a while, "There is no permanent one, but there is a kind of tree fruit that can increase a person's magic power threshold for a short time."

"Just one thing, that kind of tree only grows in the forest of elves, and it must be watered by the water of life to bear fruit. It is called holy fruit on the elves' side."

Since it is a sacred fruit, it will definitely not be easily traded with others, let alone the owner is an elf who is isolated from the world.

Time-sensitive fruits are of no use to me. After I figured this out, I didn't worry about any holy fruits anymore, and silently accepted the cruel reality that I might be so weak for the rest of my life.

but--

"Holy fruit... I thought it would be even stronger."

Although I have only heard of this fruit so far that can temporarily increase magic power, there are potions that can have the same effect.

The disadvantage of this potion is that it is expensive and has relatively serious side effects. It is not usually used, but it can still save a life in a crisis. Therefore, even if you drink it once, you will not be able to use the magic power for more than half a month. There are still many people. Keep a bottle with you just in case you need it.

Although this kind of sacred fruit has the advantage of having no side effects compared to medicine, it is not irreplaceable in general. As an ordinary fruit with special effects, it is indeed rare, and there will definitely be many people on the market. Looting, but if you add a word "Holy" in front, it will only increase the magic power, which is really disappointing.

"Then what do you think is qualified to be called a holy fruit?"

I thought for a while, "At least it should be able to lift the flesh and bones of the dead, and no matter how bad it is, it must be able to revive the dying person."

"If you want to recover the flesh and bones of the dead, you can go to a necromancer, such as that Miss Sheila, I think she can give you a satisfactory answer."

Mr. said slowly.

"As for the treatment of dying people...the holy fruit does have this effect."

I paused.

"This, this way."

been played.

I sneaked a look at the gentleman with an obvious smile in his eyes, thinking angrily.

"The sacred fruit of the elves can instantly restore a person's body to its best condition, and at the same time, the values ​​​​of all aspects will also increase exponentially, and magic power is no exception."

After I got the explanation, I still didn't give my husband a good face. With a snort, I avoided the hand that the gentleman extended and ran away, and rushed straight to Fenrir, who was lying on the boulder over there basking in the sun.

Sure enough, plush is the best!

"Didn't you say never to talk to me again?"

It would be even better if this fluffy can't talk.

I didn't answer, and told Fenrir directly with my actions that I didn't pay attention to it, I just missed the soft touch.

Ah, it really is the most comfortable way.

I couldn't help rubbing against Fenrir, and then let out a contented sound.

I don't know what the sir or the female demon clan did. During this period of time, there was no news of the high-ranking demon clan appearing in the palace. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the king deliberately hid this matter in order not to cause panic among the crowd.

Personally, I am more inclined to say that Mr. erased the memory of everyone present. If it were replaced by that female demon clan, they would probably kill them directly, right?

Oops, I'm double-standard again.

By the way, we are so leisurely not because we really have nothing to do, but because we are waiting for the upcoming celebration for the 'brave' and her team before they set off to defeat the Demon King.

Back in the city, Velesra was as calm as ever, everyone was brimming with happiness, concentrating on preparing for the celebration, as if the Demon King had been killed by the brave, and that was what they were celebrating.

It is true that ignorance is bliss.

As for why he took the risk of being crushed to death to participate in the celebration, it was because the husband said that only at that time could Maria and her other teammates be seen. All the court magicians sent to the devil world.

I always feel a bit like playing house... Do you still pay so much attention to fame when you are all brave?

Oh, I almost forgot, it's a fake brave man, so it's not surprising that I want to put more effort into this aspect in order not to be exposed.

Just a fake brave man, is it really possible to defeat the devil?At that time, if you fail and escape back, or there is no more news, what is the use of trying to prove your identity to the world?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glanced at Mr.

I asked, "Sir, do you think they'll come back alive?"

The husband said: "That depends on whether they have self-knowledge."

self-knowledge...

It's something important, but I don't think these people have it.

I moved my gaze to the temporary high platform in the center of the square, where the brave and his party will stand there later, accepting everyone's gaze.

I consider myself a pretty self-aware person. Although I’m often said to be timid, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with not doing things I’m not sure about. After all, I’m not a real adventurer. I can't survive or challenge myself to rush towards something stronger than myself. To be precise, it is unnecessary.

Since I can make my own choices, why should I risk my life to do things that I don't know if I can succeed?

Besides, I have no skills at all, as Fenrir said, I can only talk on paper, and the actual combat experience is almost zero. The most exciting and dangerous experience for me was the accident that was sent to Sheila for production underground labyrinth.

Speaking of which, it was also the smoothest day I used magic. No matter how many times I used magic, I would not feel tired. At first, I thought it was because I became stronger after I came out, but it was all a false illusion. The more I think about it, the angrier I get, isn't this playing with my pure and innocent girlish heart!

Forget it, forget it, learn a lot of wisdom, next time I encounter this kind of situation, I will know, it's not that I suddenly become stronger, but someone is forcing me to become stronger...

No, I can't think about it anymore, I'm going to cry if I think about it again.

I don't know how long it took before the 'brave' Maria finally appeared on the high platform, wearing a pure white gold silk robe, holding a huge staff that was as tall as a person, and the translucent gemstones on it were dazzling in the sun. golden light.

With a shy smile on her face, she calmly waved to the people calling her name as she walked forward.

I just glanced at her and lost interest. On the contrary, a few familiar faces appeared behind her, which made my eyes widen in surprise.

The Brave's team and the Brave are a total of six people. Before that, I only knew Maria and Augustus, but I didn't want to know the remaining four.

Irene, Alec, Jacob, Daphne... The members of the adventure team that was formed temporarily at the beginning actually gathered here, which is something I never imagined.

It's a good thing to meet old people, but I really can't be happy to meet on this occasion.

Seemingly noticing that my expression was wrong, Mr. asked me what was wrong in a soft voice.

Fenrir also saw those four people, so he naturally knew why I did this, but this time he didn't mean to say anything, he just looked at me quietly.

Knowing what it was waiting for, I opened and closed my lips several times, but no matter what, I couldn't say that it was okay.

After hesitating for a long time, I was finally mentally prepared, but for some reason, the words that came to my lips suddenly changed.

"It's nothing, I was just wondering what the devil world looks like."