Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

"Father, Father, what shall we do, there are so many books! There's so much more to it than home! What should I do, can't I read it, can't I read this!

"Liz, calm down. You can read it. Let me do my job first."

My father brought me to the Magic Inn in the castle. Rather than say it exists in the castle, it feels like it's in a building out of the castle. The Magic Institute seems to treat you like an external bureau. Still sounds like a Kings direct organization.

And most importantly, there's a magic school and a book about magic on one side of the wall. The one in the library I just entered is not a big deal about magic, mainly about the world and history and so on, so my forefinger didn't move. Of course I like regular books, but I knew burning magic books were exceptional.

As soon as my father walked in, he asked someone from the staff to show him to this room... yeah, this place is heaven.

'Cause look, there's a line of magic books to fill the walls. There are still a lot of books that I don't seem to understand. I've read everything I can read at home, and the sight in front of me is pretty exciting.

My father laughs bitterly when he sees my eyes glowing. Because my father knows I like books like this the most.

"... oh, sorry, with"

"Well I thought this would happen....... Sa, Liz. Come in the back over here."

As my father drew my hand, there was a door in the back. It looks like a sturdy door from what it looks like. It was like there was something important inside, like that.

"Father, is this...?

"Beyond that door, there is a stone of magic measurement. You just have to do your best to magic there. Oh, don't break it because it's pretty valuable stuff."

Well, beating him with a tonkachi or dropping him from the top of the Magic Inn won't break him, but he laughs and slaps me on the shoulder okay, Dad. Please stop. Father, it's such a forethought or a flag, isn't it? It's the flag I smash, isn't it?

My unpleasant hunch made me cramp my cheeks lightly because I felt a tingle, and my father laughed and pressed my back. No, I don't know if it's broken, really.

"... doesn't really break, does it?"

"It's okay, because it's something that builds up magic and shines in the first place. It's not like you can't mine it if you say it's precious."

... I really don't know, me.

"... can you magic into this?

I was invited inside the room and given an adult fist-sized chunk. It's a glossy, pitch-black stone like onyx, enough to be on both my hands. And it's pretty hard because it's heavy. Beautifully beautiful, but only because it looks like a stone.

Apparently it was on the pedestal, and in the middle of the small room there was a platform that looked like a resting place.... It seems expensive, it seems expensive to see.

"Yes. in front of the pedestal there...... you just have to stand at the center of the formation and magic it"

My father says to me with a smile on his own, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm very hesitant? It's a flesh that seems like it will do something to you. Whatever you say, it's the son of a father and a mother. Are these people aware of their talents?

When I look at my father, he seems to smile and expect it. Probably expecting my kid to be awesome. This.... you have to live up to your expectations, yes.

We will focus on the stones we have in our hands as we wish, although we are slightly less willing to do so than when we come.

I call it a trial stone because I don't know how to call it, but I focus slowly on the trial stone. He must be talented because he's my parents' child. Maybe.

Softly breathe in and pour magic into the installation area of the palm and the litmus so that it synchronizes with the exhaling breath.

Does it feel like carrying magic along the flow of blood and letting it suck on the trial stone? Blood is also known as the source of magic. Am I right to say that it is the source of life?

Blood has magic. It's flowing, and it shows us something called magic, or magic if you put it outside.... Well, I'm a book taker. The magic also has an organ that generates, and... well, it seems to be somewhere in the brain miso. They're converting that organ into magic while they don't know the source of the magic called the magic vegetable in the air, accumulating in the body, in the blood if you pull it. Was it capacitors and trans? They're playing that role.

When I say I'm high quality, it seems that its capacitor and trans, and battery tolerance, are out of digits if you look at them from the other side. Because they need their own magic to convert.

We can mass-process magic vegetables in the atmosphere and store them in large quantities. And the amount handled at once is extraordinary. So much so that they can handle the magic in parallel, they have the qualities.

It's only at the father's discretion, but it takes forethought. I'm listening in half talking because I'm a parent idiot. As far as I can hear, cheat specs are going to scare me myself. How could Father have made such a decision?

"Liz! Hands, hands!

"... hands?

A father's voice as if he was stuffed with cut wings in the distance as he poured it as it was in deference to blurry thoughts.

When I see my hand back in reality here,... oh no, what am I gonna do, it's melting. Not my hand, but the stone.

"Father, do you want to go inside of breaking this?

"Why are you calm there, Liz! Stop the magic pouring!

I know you don't have to say that much, and stop running magic and stare at the liquid accumulating in your palm.

They're not overflowing with too much, but I don't see a shadow anywhere on that stiff trial stone. The lumps that were minerals were in liquid liquids. The liquid, which was pitch-black, was transformed into a liquid that occasionally brightened seven colors of brilliance in milk and white, like an opal, if you like. No, I didn't want this special ability on a boulder. What cheats.

"Father, the contents"

"Yes, the stuff!? Wait a minute, I'll get it!

It's also bad to overflow boulders, and when I looked at the litmus stones in the state poured in line in my hand and lowered my eyebrows, my father left in a hurry. My father wouldn't have imagined this either, I had a bad feeling about it and I can't even assume it.

I have to stay still until my father returns, and I pour my gaze into the milky liquid in my hand.

... Why did the stone melt? I don't think I can do it unless it's hundreds or thousands of degrees for the minerals to melt, but my palms aren't hot at all.

The metallic stone, which has changed to a thick and viscous liquid, looks like a beautiful opal. Personally I like the ruby I inherited from my father too...... you can't help complaining about the trial stone.

"Liz, vessel!

"Ah, Father."

What should I do? He came back with a dash where he was worried. Besides the vessels, he had also brought in an old man who clearly knew he was great. That's my sermon pattern. This.

The old man was about to collapse when he saw the liquefied lithium stone in my hand, but my father said, "Master Georg, hold on!" I got nothing because I supported it. No, I'm really sorry.

I dare say the vessel my father brought...... someone must have been drinking at work, transferring the trial stone to the wine glass.

Then what do you think, the litmus stone, which was so white, gradually turns black when it leaves your hand, and the shape is created to regain its shape as a mineral rather than being poured intact as well. Do you remember the shape?

My father seemed to be frightened through surprise, and I did it. Hey, I watched him smile bitterly. I'm sad when you look like that.

"... Liz"

"You just magically flushed it like you told me, didn't you?

I didn't do anything weird. I just let the magic flow as instructed. Then it melted, you're surprised.

To me with a troubled face flaunting my shoulders, the old man, indeed, Master Georg, looked at this side with a tight frown.

...... Chile.

Some unpleasant air strokes the back of the neck muscle, causing a slight run of pain like stabbing with a needle. I accidentally rub the back of my neck and explore who it is... no, I don't have to.

... at all.

You want your kids to stop, that's what you fly. Well, I don't know. I don't know what you're thinking. Because the thoughts of the stubborn who are old are also monotonous.

But even if I notice it at this stage, I don't know if it will be transferred to execution, and there is no definite evidence. It may end with my concern, and I want it to end.

Then it would be a good idea to be childish.

"... Liz, I can't believe I'm treating you like this today. Your father's got a little more work to do, so I'm staying here."

"Okay.... shouldn't you read the book because it's dangerous to go home alone?

Releasing the words a little less tongue-in-cheek than usual, my father looked suspicious when he noticed the subtle changes...... he made sense of my words and nodded at me. If my father was here, well, nothing would happen.

I flew out of the room under the guise of innocence so as to kick through the nasty air of Master Georg.

No, I'm afraid of adults.