150 First Contract

Stupidity and laziness weren't actually all that closely related. It would be hard to say they had nothing to do with each other at all, but being stupid didn't automatically mean lazy, and being lazy didn't automatically mean stupid. There were plenty of lazy geniuses in the world.

In that sense, the reason Ian's head was a little off wasn't because he was born stupid. His lethargy had simply started affecting his ability to think, so even thinking had become a hassle. There was nothing particularly wrong with his intelligence.

It was such a severe side effect that it could flatten a mage's intellect outright. For an ordinary person, their brain would have melted into a mushy mess and left them unable to do anything, but Ian hadn't gone that far. If he wanted to think, he could. He had simply stopped thinking, like a perfect organism drifting through space.

Well, if it had been anyone else, they wouldn't even have been able to use magic in the first place. The moment they grabbed the grimoire, their body would have burst like a balloon, so what magic was there to speak of?

Even the flight magic used in the world had its most famous spell lasting only thirty seconds and causing temporary lower-body paralysis as a side effect, so the value of the magic Ian used was quite high. There was a reason mages didn't just fly around and instead used cars, motorcycles, and the like.

Anyway.

“Hm.”

It had already been two hours since he used flight magic. Feeling as if he was slowly returning to his senses, Ian slowly raised his upper body.

Whoooooosh......!

Probably because he was sitting on the Circulator's back as it moved at high speed, the wind blowing past was pretty strong. It was hard even to keep his eyes fully open, and his hair had long since become a mess. Still, he felt pretty good. He had always liked a sense of speed, so a little wind in his face didn't bother him at all...