Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

Jiji, and from the sound of roaring low, the sound of being able to play petty. It sounded like it was going to blow from there because there was more light generated in the universe.

The uncertain purple glow immediately increased in quantity, and instantly formed several bunches, which were released towards me.

Purple electricity, which flies like cutting through the air, is slow, unlike thunder. Still, the moment I captured that figure clearly, it was fogged by automatically activated barriers.

To be sure, stroke Shizuku, a large book of demonic props raised from your neck.

The silver glow that swayed at the chest still stored enough magic inside. For this minute, you can activate the next four times.

"... How's it going?

"That's roughly five activations. If you can't scrape any more, Cecil and I discussed it, so this is the limit."

"And what do you mean... done?

"Yes."

He nodded at me as he removed his pendant, and Mr. Cardina was delighted to raise his hands. Naturally, the results that have been repeated over quite a few years of research and experimentation have come out well.

I will replenish the magic that the pendant consumed once, but for less than I did in the beginning, I also needed less magic to carry on.

Well done. You've reduced your consumption that far and increased your endurance. Even though you usually have to sacrifice one of them.

"Mr. Cecil, you can do it!

"... oh"

When you rush over and return the pendant, Cecil, you nod slowly to receive it. However, my face was subtly stiff or tense. Perhaps the cause is next door.

"Good day, Master Liz"

It's Jill who works with a soft smile as opposed to you next door, Cecil. Today's final confirmation and not only that, but I also participate as a watchman in post-magic runoff experiments. The job is terrific. They've come to finish it in a hurry.

I personally don't need you to get that far, but apparently my multiple injuries turned on the overprotective switch.

He scolded the Marquis' maid for putting herself in danger and what to do, and Jill regretted that she should have followed him from the beginning in Jill, and this happened as a result. Because of this, my father also received a famous sermon from Jill that he was embarrassed. My main obedience is reversed.

"... please don't hit me too hard on you, Cecil, okay?

I didn't say a word to him.

My eyes say things, Jill.

You haven't said a word to me, but Jill doesn't seem to like you, Cecil, the cause of my injury. Your face has a friendly grin, but a typical pattern where your eyes aren't laughing.

Jill is a lover...... you have a saying, you are kind to the person you recognize and you treat me with courtesy. Gentle to the mansion humans, except the chief obedient. Very cold for humans who don't admit it the other way around, even if the surface remains the same, they look cold on the inside.

I guess that look at you, Cecil, is deliberate. Cecil, you have cold eyes as you notice, and it looks like you're holding back.

"... I'm scared of your squire"

Cecil, I think you have a liver, in a way, around which Cecil can say in front of him in grandeur.

"Jill, can't you?

"... If that's what you think, I'd be glad to have you back at the mansion soon"

"'Cause you're gonna lock me up when you get home, right?"

'Cause I'm impotent.'

Protest Jill, who doesn't give in at all, by letting Pu and one cheek contain air. Though I don't even think Jill will make concessions in that place.

"... the city will give up, can't we just go to the Magic House?

"No more."

"Yeah, read the book! Because reading books is the main purpose!

"If you say that, you'll come into contact with him and you'll be in danger again."

Him, it goes without saying, Cecil. You don't have to say that much. Cecil, you're not that dangerous once you settle.

Cecil, who told me that face to face, has a slightly drawn eye before he gets angry. Cecil, I hear you feel guilty about me, too, but I guess there's something hard to do when you're on guard here.

Nothing, Cecil. I'm just practicing magic with you.

"I'm saying it's dangerous, there must be a precedent."

"It hurts my ears when they say that...... nothing, I can stop it. Cecil, even you don't run wild easily anymore, do you?

"... oh"

Since then, Cecil, they've been training you on a voluntary basis, too. He asked me to dilute the concentration, but now he says that simple magic can be activated even at the original concentration. After that, if you train slowly, you'll solve the problem as well.

"But you won't necessarily even if you don't. Because he's the one who caused it."

"I'll stop it one more time if it causes it. If you can't..."

"What if I can't?

"... the use of force? It's okay, I'll control it."

"Never run wild"

"Look, Jill, Cecil, you promised me."

No, sir.

Uh, complaining about it, Cecil, I'm not willing to change my perception of you, Jill. You've definitely engraved this into your head already, you have to let it come close.

Jill's mean, and though he protests silently with his eyes, Jill still has a tough eye for you, Cecil. It's the status quo that I can't blame because it just strokes my head to refrain from swelling me. It feels so good to be touched by Jill's hair that I don't want to stop halting.

Cecil, you seem a little surprised at me for keeping my eyes narrower and Jill.

I still don't have much contact with this, because I can hold it at home. 'Cause, Jill, you spoil me and I smell good. It's an act you can do because you're in a child.

"Look, I'm leaving. I'll give you as many as I can when I get home."

"Ugh.... Jill, can't you accompany the guardian?

"I don't like it."

"... Then it's about your father"

"Totally...... why are you holding this boy?

"Because... we're friends"

... are friends, right? You can say that, can't you?

The friend, Cecil, has her golden eyes open to surprise. Jill is Jill, with a slightly frowned and sincere look.

"What are you not supposed to do when you go to your friends?

Make the most of being a child at this time. Children's work is about playing, isn't it?

You think it's important to expand your interactions from childhood in the first place, right? Yeah. Cecil, you're a promising stock.

I lean my neck deliberately and look up at Jill, sighing heavily because Jill also sees it.

"... OK, I'll follow you"

"Yay! Thank you, I love Jill like that."

If you hug her with your cheeks loose, you can't help but say she's a good girl.

I don't even feel like I've been really young lately, but I can't help it because I like to sweeten Jill. Jill is the only one who looks right at me and leans in. My fathers have no choice but to have Ruby.

"Shall we go home, then? I'll pick up my stuff later."

"Yes."

"... wait a minute"

When I decided to come home because I was satisfied with the results I wanted from this side, Cecil, who had until now watched me smile and stick to Jill with a subtle look on his face.

I thought you'd never be able to hold me back again, Cecil, but you're calling out to me.

"... this"

I've been searching for something inside the robe, Cecil, and it looks like you found what you're looking for. You throw it at me.

If you look closely at what you catch in a hurry, the brilliance of silver claims to exist over your palms. The brilliance that I became accustomed to at the earliest is something I would never have had. But there is no chain, just a pendant top.

"... What's this?

"It's an engraved object that's different from the finished object. It pours a lot of my magic into my specially crafted technique. The effect, only once, would be powerful magic, but deactivate it. Disposable though."

"This is another high-output substitute. But how could you do that to me?

Shouldn't we be offering it to His Majesty? And, you see an object with a surgical ceremony carved directly onto a silver disc, and you whine. Obviously it's high performance, isn't it? This, Cecil, seems to be an individually crafted technique for your magic, so it would lack versatility.

My question was resolved by saying, "I plan to give His Majesty the same thing."

"... if you run wild, you will stop it. Even if you get hurt, your squire there is loud."

"Please don't say that, because Jill is sweet."

"... I guess. So it's a reward from me, a form of apology."

To a word I don't even think of as a seven-year-old, I take it with gratitude for spilling a bitter smile.... Maybe you, too, Cecil, are something close to me. Though there's no certainty, I somehow thought so.

"... then.... See you later."

Nature and cheeks will loosen to the small, added words.

Also, you can come and see me. I shrugged, Cecil. I noticed that you were slightly out of your mouth, and I also smiled at the sense of joy that gushed out of the back of my chest.

"See you later, Cecil."

We lit each other up a little and waved as we scuffed.

Bye, Cecil. See you next time.