Editing Sorcery Hacker:Volume1 Phase1 (section)

===Part 4===

Grandma, why do you make such dangerous tools?

Mamilis Coster lived while hiding her long ears and she had once asked that of the person who took her in. Her grandmother was a very kind person, but the work she did was not quite so kind. Mamilis knew her grandmother would sometimes receive visits from scary-looking people with smiles plastered on their faces.

It all frightened Dark Elf Mamilis Coster.

Not just the real weapons, but the wooden sticks and toy guns the small children on the streets would play with. Because she never knew when they would be turned her way simply because she had long ears. She hated how ubiquitous those deadly sorcery guns and sorcery devices were. It had pained her greatly to learn the grandmother she so respected made a living creating them.

And this was the response from that person who had reached out a helping hand to a dark elf with nowhere to go:

“I am creating machines that can protect everyone.”

No matter what excuses they tried to make, people carried weapons because they felt powerless.

They felt they needed a greater power in order to protect the things that mattered to them.

But nothing could have been more foolish.

Even if the spread of weapons was meant to protect people, their presence only caused neighbors to view each other with even greater suspicion. And then you needed an even more powerful weapon than those neighbors if you were to feel safe. That was the kind of society it created.

But the people in that labyrinth could not see through its walls. No matter how foolish it was, they could never see how silly they were being while in the midst of it all.

So…

“If I have someone else – something inhuman – do the exact same foolish thing, surely everyone will realize how silly it is to seek after weapons. Then they will understand how cruel it is to throw stones.”

That was what her beloved grandma had said while placing a wrinkled hand on the frightened girl’s head.

“And when the power to fight really is necessary, the people need not return to the brutality of the past. No matter how many stones are thrown at us, the machines I make will protect everyone. And you are no exception, Mamilis. Machines do not discriminate based on where you were born or the length of your ears. And once they see that impartial treatment, surely the people trapped in that labyrinth of their own making will see the error of their ways.”

That was the thought put into their creation.

“Grandma’s sorcery devices aren’t murder weapons.”

Her beloved grandma had worked so hard to make them.

“She says she made them to protect everyone. She says they’re on patrol to stop crimes before they happen. She says she’s creating the power to fight bad guys without having to hurt anyone. So so!!”

They could not be allowed to fall into the hands of filthy sorcery criminals.

And yet.

No matter how loud she yelled, those masses of mana-conducting silver did nothing. In the end, her grandma’s sorcery devices would only obey the instructions they were given. If they were under someone else’s control, they would become nothing but weapons that dispensed cruelty and slaughter.

“Grandma’s sorcery devices won’t obey the likes of you!! No matter what! They exist to fight people like you and that’s what they’ll do in the end!!!!!!”

So it was all meaningless.

This would accomplish nothing.

And yet something did happen. Someone spoke from somewhere out there.

“Well said, young lady.”