Isekai Cheat Magician

Noon. It's my routine to read at a window where the sun plugs in. Tranquillity that moisturizes you in the dawn of your training.

Today's companion is a sweet and uncut love story with a sorcerer girl who fights alone and a swordsman who continues her journey by concealing her identity as a prince.

... Who just laughed? You're gonna chill your hair, right?

Cohon.

I love stories like this.

He thinks it's worth reading because it's an unlikely situation in reality.

I'm not saying that reality is bad. Me too, because it's reality to be alive. But sometimes these softeners are good.

If you read this, you'll be in training again this afternoon. Today is a special training in fire magic. If you can burn a flame for a long time, you can expect continuous damage and use it for barricades. Elves living with the forest are not compatible with fire attributes. Then why is my attribute fire? I haven't figured out why yet.

But that's only an excuse. I just have what I've been given, I should be thankful.

Blissful reading time. I turned over the doughnuts I had prepared by my side. Check the height of the sun. I can enjoy reading for another half an hour.

Even though I have been training here lately, the number of times Mr. Lemia has been seen has decreased visibly. Apparently I've come to some stage of doing this myself. On the other hand, I'm glad to see my growth objectively, and I'm a little lonely.

Already! Go a lot more there. Alright! A woman is capable of action!?

... Remea, a teacher, doesn't come out in the study. Probably won't be out till dinner today.

It was only when it was not seen that the person's sexual roots became dew that it was written in a novel I had read at one time or another. Absolutely right. If I don't discipline myself, I'll read forever.

Okay. Just a little more, when I read it, let's get ready for training.

That's what I thought and I was going to have another bite of doughnuts, signs of people on my doorstep.

Ha.

There must be quite a few people who know this place though.

Slightly ramblingly the front door is slammed between them. A little nasty when it comes to knocking.

"Are you sure this is Mr. Lemia's house!

Knock again? sounds.

Mr. Lemia's study doesn't make a sound inside with this degree of noise. I don't have a choice, do I have to deal with it? I don't care if they break the door.

"Mr. Remea! I know you're not going out of your house! I need you to respond!

"Yes, sir. This is a good time."

It was force majeure that had an unmotivated voice. Because it was reading time in the corner.

Open the door.

Standing was a long-sleeved good man. As you can see, perhaps nobility. An old man who seemed to be a squire behind me made my predictions persuasive.

"You make me wait a long time. It's just called bigotry."

... Can I hit you?

"Well, it would be good. I am Cosei Gallea, the third son of the Gallea family."

"Ha."

"You didn't hear me? He says it belongs to the Gallea family."

"What's that?

"... I didn't know you kept the Gallean people standing at your doorstep. If you're not Mr. Lemia, you're punishing him."

... I knew you were noble. I followed a lot of expectations from my high level of residency.

Well, I generally know what this boy came for.

"I will receive the magic you have developed. You must be honored."

You're the one who doesn't know how to be polite. I won't tell you... I don't have the kindness to put it out on a guy like this. My predictions, big wins. I just want to compliment you there.

"Come on, give it to me quickly. It's supposed to be an honor to pay for a direct conversation like this with me."

What should I do? Trouble.

I can't call Mr. Lemia. That guy hates these guys. It would blow me away without question. I wonder if there's any way I can hope to pick it up.

"Mm... if you look closely, you're the elf. Still an old kid, but... is that acceptable? Come to me. I'll leave you as a concubine. No more honor."

Face, well, six or five points. The contents, a little.

I made up my mind. This guy's gonna bump!

Welcome home, one person!

"Hehe. You're a brilliant sight to see how old you are just looking at an elf."

"... what?

"The magic I've developed isn't something I can handle around here in Bonkla. I wonder if you understand."

"What!?

Ah, uh. Do you get on with such a cheap provocation? It's easy to handle, though.

"Well, I've come all the way around the corner, and there's nothing I can't tell you."

"... I will spare you the earlier disrespect of witchcraft. Just say it."

"You think you can just tell me?

"What?... do you know what you're talking about?

Whatever.

"Yeah. It's easy. If you can beat me, I'll tell you. That's not a bad condition, is it?

No matter how appropriate it is, I don't feel like losing. This guy's magic is shoddy. E-rank adventurers are still deadbeat.

"I'm going to shoot 'Fireball' now, so do something about it. If I can do that, I'll admit you're qualified to fight me."

"Ki, Kisa..."

Cosei's mouth stops. Did you find out I was serious about shooting?

"Good luck? I don't know if he's dead, do I?

"I'll make you regret it!

You flagged it -.

"Fireball"

Fire. Inevitable... No, inevitable. Change the track. Plunder. The fireball flew across the sky.

I feel so sorry for you, I'll refrain from portraying you. Well, to give you a hint, buttcakes and water buildup.

Because if you were the opponent, Mr. Lemia, Cosei would be dead four times in the moment. As much as I want you to thank me for who I was.

"Yes, fail. Can you pick it up?

"………………………………"

You think I was gonna kill you?

No way. I didn't think so. Only a little.

"Yes, sir. Go home soon. Or."

Pull out your hips sword and grab Cosei's nose tip.

"If you're still gonna do it, you're gonna be the one. If there's a reason I can beat a magic swordsman, I'm not gonna stop you?

"Hih! Hih, good!

Sword main, magic main and I normally split, but I'm both main. Seems pretty rare like me. You've decided you should be able to do both, haven't you?

Cosei leaves with a pitiful voice. A squire who had refrained behind him paid a respectful tribute.

You know, you don't stop, you're burning your hands...

I'm just a little cleared up. I'll go back and resume my reading.

After that, I fell asleep because I felt good, and I want you to forget that I soaked up your training.

Totally, it's all his fault.