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I asked you to go get the corruption for me, didn't I?
You have that much trouble with a simple errand?
Well, fine.
I did get to have a glimpse of him.
If you don't want your apprentice to be turned into an ingredient,
don't mess up next time.
Master, why do you listen to that psycho?
He took your arm!
You don't need to concern yourself.
A master protects his apprentice.
Have faith in me.
But...
It's fine.
I have a plan.
Wasn't I supposed to protect you?
One mandrake petal.
Please.
Sound, sound through the night forest.
Sing, sing, young hawthorns.
Let your thorns pierce the creeping hooves.
Chise.
When do you think you can finish the order for the old lady at the foot of the hill?
I just finished mixing a pint of hops and five leaves of lavender for the insomnia pillow.
And this is an enchanted potion for warding off nightmares.
Just as I taught you.
You used too much magic. It's turned into a sleeping potion.
Work a little harder on the proportions.
Okay.
This is hard.
Since I learned of his goal, Elias seems to have decided
to begin seriously teaching me magic.
What has an effect on what, what needs to be helped along, and what needs to be avoided...
Strange traditions from long ago.
Things that can be both medicinal and poisonous.
Wooly bugs, aethonic...
Chise, we're going out for a while.
Okay.
A black dog?
Yeah.
Also known as a church grim.
An excellent watchdog who protects the church and the graveyard.
One seems to have made himself at home at a nearby church.
Our task is to see if he's hostile or not.
There are hostile ones?
They're fine so long as you don't do anything.
Usually.
Usually?
This is the third one.
Their last request.
Why does the church, um...
Why do they ask you to do things?
I made a mistake a while ago.
They've had an eye on me ever since.
I don't like dealing with them,
so I take care of some of their business in exchange for their leaving me alone.
Come to think of it, that man called Elias by a different name.
Pilum Murialis.
There's so much I don't know about him.
Right, I forgot.
Chise.
I'd asked Angelica to make this for you.
A ring?
You know why Sleigh Beggies are short-lived, don't you?
We're frail despite our strong ability to create and soak up magic, right?
Right.
So what you need is a ring to slow down your production of magic.
However, the ring can only do so much.
Become excited, and it'll function more actively, just as your body does.
So, stay as calm as you can.
Okay.
It's all right.
As your buyer, I'm responsible for you.
I'll look for better solutions.
Thank you.
The right index finger is the guiding finger.
P.S. You're not ready for your left ring finger!
Elias hasn't really said anything about what happened since then.
Chise.
Coming.
I'd like to assign a familiar to you soon.
A familiar?
A creature that consumes its master's magic, and serves them.
They're useful and loyal,
and would make great servants.
Like the one at Angie-san's place?
They get to be more familiar with their masters than the masters themselves.
They'd be perfect for supporting someone as quiet as you are.
S-Sorry.
Look, we're here.
That's the church.
Has something happened?
Elias?
This could be a bit complicated.
We may need to hurry.
I'll go talk to the ones in charge here.
Go take a look around.
Let me know if you find anything.
Don't put yourself in danger.
Okay.
All right, get lost.
This is awful.
They're bitten and scratched all over.
Were there ever any wild dogs around here?
Don't look.
Don't look.
Don't look.
There's something bad growing here.
Where are you from?
Where are you from?
Where?
This is one of the bad ones.
Where are you going?
Where?
I can't answer its question.
Where?
Who does the seamless shirt go to?
Answer even one thing, and it'll take me.
I have to escape.
I'd let my guard down because Elias was with me these days.
Where are you going?
Where to?
Where from?
Where to?
Where to?
Where to?
Where from?
Where to? Where from?
Isabelle.
Where to?!
Get lost, scum.
This person... isn't human.
It's not safe here right now for someone as sensitive as you.
Go home.
U-Uh...
Thank you—
What's wrong?!
These cuts...
Elias.
I need to get Elias.
Or should I treat him with what medicine I have?
You remind me of Isabelle.
Yeah.
Isabelle.
Your wounds...
Isabelle...
Isabelle...
Isabelle...
The black dog...
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