A cloudless blue sky. The landscape around us is green, and we can hear the wheels of the carriage and the sound of the horses whinnying.

　It's not hot and not cold, it's a great way to travel in this perfect temperature.

　The swaying of the carriage is a bit annoying, but I got used to it thanks to the long ride last time I went to the royal capital.

　Once you get used to it, I think that even this shaking may have a taste. The sound of the trees and the vibrations transmitted to the air are very good.

　I was taking a nap while listening to the gentle breeze and birdsong, but when I woke up, I was bored.

　It seems to be the same for my guards, the adventurers, Molto and Irvine and others. They are even more so if they are unable to take a nap.

　It's a good thing that you're not the only one who can get away with it.

　Even if they do, it's only weak demons like goblins at best. If it's just that kind of thing, a B-ranked party can kill it in an instant. Even if you don't include me, there are two wizards and three warriors.

　There's no need to be cautious here.

　It's a good idea to have a good time with Molto and Irvine while they're killing time.

'Here's the bag,'

　I show them the coarse, tactile linen cloth I've prepared. Malt and Irvine nod as I show them the back and front and show them it's a nondescript bag.

'I'm going to put the stones here in this bag. And when I snap my fingers, the stones will be gone from this bag.

　Yes, what I do in my spare time is magic. Of course, there are seeds and tricks. The pebbles are small and light ones that fall on the road. It's big enough to hold between my index and middle fingers.

'Really?'

Bullshit.

　Malt and Irvine react to my words like they're stinking up the place.

　Irvine is such a snicker.

　I can't help but look forward to painting their riddled faces with the color of astonishment.

　They don't seem to believe me at all, but I continue with a relaxed expression on my face.

'Well, let's put the rocks in this bag, okay?

　When I put the stone in between my fingers, the two of them stare at me seriously, as if they have some kind of time on their hands.

　In the invisible space inside the bag, I activate my spatial magic storage. I toss the pebbles into the sub-space inside the bag.

　Thanks to the small size of the pebbles and the stiff material of the linen, I've confirmed beforehand that the bag won't stick out with this level of pebbles.

Well, let's go.　........one......two......three!

　I moved my hand in front of the bag suspiciously for direction, then snapped my fingers.

　I made the sound and showed them the back of the bag without pretending to do anything suspicious.

'See, it's gone,'

?

　Molto and Irvine's eyes widen as they try to shake it upside down or carefully turn it over. Both of them, ha!　He has a look on his face as if to say.

'No, wait. The rocks are too small to be on the edge of the bag, right?

　Irvine says, "Give it to me for a moment and see," and begins to examine my bag.

　I'm very dependent on myself, so I give it to him straight away. But the magic itself is very dependent on me.

　Irvine looks at the bag carefully.

Hmm!

　He let out a snarl as if it was funny, and flipped the bag over and shook it upside down.

'Hey, man!

No way.

　Malt fluffs the sack as he takes it from a wide-eyed Irvine.

　But the result is the same as Irvine's.

'The stone is gone!

　Quack, and a wide-eyed exclamation from Malt. Thanks for the good response.

''Well actually you didn't put it in the bag and you hid it in your sleeve or something when you saw an opening, did you?　You were moving your arm before you snapped your fingers.　Anyone who uses these little tricks is very good at exploiting gaps in consciousness.

　I don't know if I still don't believe it, but Irvine doubts me.

　I apologize for the confident look on his face at the end.

'No, I have short sleeves,'

　I'm dressed now in short sleeves and shorts, so there are no sleeves to hide.

'Ugh, when I move my arm, I pop a stone under my foot...'

　I get up, but there are no rocks anywhere under my feet.

'Oh, what?'

　He thinks that because the thing is so small, he must have cleverly hidden it somewhere.

　That's part of the goal, but I want to pull my nerve out of it, so let's make it more blatant this time.

"Well, let's just snap our fingers again to bring back the stone. This time I'll just snap my fingers and not move my arm.

Oh, yeah.

　This time, Irvine and Malt bent forward to stare, determined not to miss it.

　If there is even the slightest change, they plan to shove it in.

　I snap my fingers next to my right pocket.

'Then, lo and behold, the stone from earlier comes out of my right pocket.

"What?

　I put my hand in my pocket normally, and there's the exact same stone as before.

　Of course, I just opened a small sub-space in my pocket and took it out.

''What's going on here?''

'Did you put a rock in your right pocket in that one moment?　No, but there was no such movement at all.

　Irvine looks at the stones and is surprised, and Malt clanks my right pocket before thinking about it. Hey, hey, hey, it's bad manners to touch the magician's body during magic. Watch and enjoy.

'Oh well, next time I'll do a more obvious but mysterious magic trick.

Oh, yeah.

There's an egg.

"'Wait!　How did an egg come out of my right pocket!

　Suddenly, they both plunged in together.

'It's another strange magic trick,'

I touched my pocket earlier and I didn't see any eggs...?

　Magic is here to stay, so I'll fool you appropriately. I don't have a straight answer for you, but think about it. That's one of the best parts.

'Next, I'm going to put an egg in this bag. And just like before, the eggs will be gone.

　I put the eggs in the bag. Then I proudly take the egg out of the bag and tuck it under my arm.

'The egg is gone from the bag,'

'Oh come on, what are you doing so proudly? You just put an egg in your side.

Armpit?　That's a rock on the side, though?

What?

　The two of them make dumb noises when they see the stone that was replaced by spatial magic.

　The eggs are stored in the subspace, so they are not in my pocket. I opened the sub-space just the right size on the side so normal people wouldn't notice it.

　When I took it out, I also opened the sub-space to match the size of the stone.

'What's going on here?　I don't know what that means. But I feel like you're making fun of me for something.

'I've certainly got an egg under my arm. I mean, where did the egg go....

　Irvine and Malt are stunned.

'Again!　Let me see that again!

So, just one more time?

　Morto and Irvine come close to me while shouting that.

　The feeling that they're determined to find out what's going on is palpable.

　In the midst of all this, I take out an egg from my right pocket, just as I did before. Malt muttered, "Why is the egg coming out again........" but I don't care.

'See!　You've got an egg in your side again!　Are you going to be a rock again?　Or is it an egg?

What?　I didn't tuck any eggs or rocks under my arm.

"'Liar!　You just pinched it!

　I said shrilly, and Irvine and Malt both pointed at me together.

　In response, I raise my arm and show them my side.

'Oh, that?'

　Naturally, the eggs were stored away in sub-space, and we hadn't taken out any rocks, so there was nothing to fall on.

　In our carriage, it was a perverse scene, with two men looking at the boy's side of the carriage as he devoured it.

'What's going on?'

You've got to make a living at this, don't you?

　Hey, that's not a line to say to a nobleman. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're talking about. If I'm in need of money, I'll make some money from magic.

'Do it again!　I'll find out next time!

'What the hell are you two screaming about?　I can hear all the way back there?

　As Irvine and Malt shouted excitedly, Aleusha, who was escorting the carriage behind them, came over.

'Master Alfried is doing some amazing magic!

Gone!　The eggs!

'Great magic?　Eggs gone?

　Irvine and Malt say, and Aleusha's quizzical gaze turns to me.

　I take out eggs from my right pocket one after another and offer them to Aleusha.

　One, two, three, four, five........

''Eh?　Huh?　What's up, Mr. Alfried?　How did you get so many eggs out of your pocket?

　Aleusha's hands are full as she takes the eggs that are offered to her, one after another, and her hands are full.

'Is that right pocket a pantry?'

Well I don't know what that means.

　People seem to have a smaller reaction when they see an event that they don't understand. They look stunned and stare at my pockets and eggs.

　Eventually, Aleusha couldn't hold on any longer and the three of us started holding four eggs each.

　I collect them one by one and store them in my left pocket.

　One, two, three........ Yeah, there's plenty of room to fit them in.

'.......................Hey, hey, how many eggs can you fit in there?

'What?　Yeah!

　Me getting each egg and storing it away.

　And in the end, the twelve eggs fit beautifully in my left pocket.

'Oh no, they're all in there,'

"...doesn't make sense.

Isn't the egg cracking in your pocket...?

　Fearfully, Aleusha asked me that, and I flipped my left pocket over to show her that there was nothing there.

'My eggs are gone!'

　Aleusha shouted loudly, and after this, Rumba and Ilya came and performed again.