Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I'm Too Busy Mastering Magic!

The next thing I saw was an angle that looked down at the canopy of the bed.

After all, the body belongs to young Mr. Abel.

Abel jumped out of bed and raised her trembling hand in a rough breath.

"Yu, dream...? What's that dream... hi, people..."

I knew immediately what kind of dream Abel-san was having, who was trembling and muttering.

Abel rushes to the writing desk as he gets out of bed with his tangled legs.

Then he took the paper and pen out of the drawer and wrote "Vav (fixed)" instead of "Aleph."

Then the lettering began to glow slightly, and the paper became a cubic cube that was slightly crooked and hardened.

Seeing that, Mr. Abel took off his pen and backed it up with a "hi".

"Hey, what is this?" I don't know anything like this, but why come out in a dream...!? "

The frightened Abel-san backed up.

I'm sure Vav had a horrible dream, just like the Aleph script gave him the dream of a storm.

Once Abel-san bumped into the bedside desk, the vase dropped and made a loud noise.

It was Lucio, his father, who heard the sound.

"......!!"

Father breathed when he saw the crooked figure on the desk and the lettering shining there.

"Father..."

Abel, did you do this?

Abel, who was asked in a tight manner, nodded with tears.

Then the father scratched his head, "Oh..."

"Sure enough, you are..."

Father?

"Abel, listen to me carefully."

The father, who raised his face in a flutter, looked like he was about to cry.

"Forget about this letter and behave as usual."

"Yes, yes..."

“And”

I grabbed my shoulder as if I were hanging.

”If you hear a woman crying, you'll never hear her.”

"Ah, a woman's voice...?"

"Definitely."

Abel nodded frightenedly as his father said in a sneaky manner.

When Abel sat on the bed, his father spun words like a lecture.

"It seems that this character was used in ancient times." I hardly know anything except what was in that box. "

"Is that so...?"

"That's right, and so were my predecessors."... but the generations were different. "

Looking out the window, the father continues.

The seasons were like spring, with greenery outside the windows and birds flying around.

However, the indoor air is as heavy as the opposite.

"For generations, I was a strange dreamer, just like you." It seems that she began to dream when she was an adult, but the letters that appeared in that dream always had a strange power. "

……

"And then, one time... he said it all at once." "A woman is crying."

"A woman...?"

“Yeah, and then generations began to study the letters like they were possessed. It's a letter to the head of the clan that the world should never know."

"... why shouldn't I know?"

“I can't say that. To put it simply, while the letter is noble, it is only called" woe. "And there appeared to our families many times that we might know the letter, and woe unto us.

A heavy stream of silence flows.

As she watched, Abel asked, "What happened to my great-grandfather?” I heard.

Then the father shook his head to the side.

"I caused damage by causing a magic rampage." And then he disappeared. "

"Runaway...?"

"The wives of earlier generations are supposed to have died in an accident. But in fact, the generation that caused the massive magical rampage died."

……

"Generations have survived. But then I became an abandoned person, and then suddenly disappeared."

It must have been the first time I knew about it. Abel-san was stunned.

"A generation ago... my hair was almost white." And not as much as you, but she had red tea eyes. It was also told in the family's oral tradition. It is a characteristic that calls it "woe." It's always been said that when a person with that characteristic is born, he or she must dye his or her hair. ”

"Oh no..."

"But there's nothing to be afraid of."

The father stroked Mr. Abel's head with his trembling hand.

"You don't have to use letters. You don't have to try to know. If you hear a funny voice, ignore it. That way, there's nothing dangerous."

"Yes, yes..."

But...

Shortly before darkening, the father said with a crying face.

"If you ever dream again... be sure to tell me."

His face was as if he had made up his mind to be miserable.

──Dim.

After a bit of silence, the light returned to my sight.

The seasons seem to be in autumn.

In Mr. Abel's sight, his mother was knitting.

"Abel, what color do you like the gloves?"

”Hmm... what should I do?”

The two are having such a conversation in the garden of autumn roses. Then a woman who closely resembled her mother arrived and joined the conversation, saying, "Abel has white skin, so the blue of this year is good."

It was called the mother's sister's── aunt,── but I let the servant bring yarn and cloth, and I gave it to Abel.

Ms. Abel hated being a boy and saying, "It's all the same now," but she seemed ticklish.

Then, the boy who seemed to be close to him, who was watching the situation, joined the conversation.

Mildly teased, Mr. Abel pretended to be angry and poked close to him. His mother laughed when she saw it.

My aunt also laughed, and Abel had been tried on again like a dressing doll.

It's a casual family moment.

I could only feel the pleasant air... I suddenly noticed my father looking down from the window of the building.

The face was so stiff and cold that I thought I was mistaken, and I accidentally opened my eyes in my heart.

But Mr. Abel didn't notice... he pretended.

However, from the clenched fist, I felt that Abel-san was feeling a sense of fear.

The scene becomes night.

Abel, who was alone in his room, sat down in a chair tired.

"...... it's already the seventh one"

The mumbling voice disappears without anyone picking it up.

It must be the seventh Alheo character to appear in a dream.

And it turns out that's not the only problem.

"What is it, that magic circle...!?"

It seemed that Tarot was beginning to appear in his dreams.

When I felt Mr. Abel's horror, I heard a woman crying from somewhere.

”(This voice... I heard it for a moment)”

It sounds like it echoes in my head more than I heard before.

Did you hear that sad voice, Abel-san squeezed his ear.

"I can't hear you, I can't hear you, I can't hear you..." he muttered desperately as he squatted down on the chair.

It's getting late.

In the meantime, Abel-san was still in pain.

From the looks of it, it seemed that Mr. Abel had not consulted his father about this.

It's not impossible.

From the flow of stories and his face, it seemed that his father was about to shut Abel down as soon as he made progress.

I'm sure you want to prevent an accident that involved your family like a generation ago.

I can understand that, but eternal seclusion is no different from a death sentence.

He's like a single child, so claustrophobia could mean breaking up the Jarvis family.

Still, it was clear from the atmosphere that his father would choose safety and secrecy.

But ──I know the future.

Abel-san has an unprecedented run of magic power.