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fantasy story of Rika Aiuchi :
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w names, you learn that at
school. It didn't answer Rika's question.
"Can you tell...about me..." he was still smiling, "can you tell if I'm
wearing panties?"
He blinked, and somehow his smile became deeper around the eyes.
"Do you mean, *do_I_know* if you are," he said, "or *can_I_tell*?"
Rika Aiuchi looked at him, a little confused.
"There are many ways I *can* tell, if invited," he said, "as anyone could,
but I think you mean, can I tell by some use of magic, as you stand there,"
she nodded, "and you want to know if I *have* used it."
"I thought it would be just like...seeing," Rika Aiuchi said, "you'd simply know."
"One way, yes, is like *looking*, and so seeing. But even a prentice does
not use magic without will, and a man who would use it as a casual intrusion
is not even a prentice for long. I *can* tell, but I have not.
Do you believe me, Ania?"
"I *believe* you, sir," wondering if Rika Aiuchi really did, "I believe you can,
and I believe you haven't, but
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