Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

"... may I ask you one thing?

"What is it?

"Why are you staring at me?"

I was working my desk over a chair, Cecil. I was observing you, and I hear you noticed your gaze. Cecil is causing me to have trouble hitting one cheek.

Because when I say desk work, it's not about accounting like the company or anything, it's engraving a surgical ceremony in the pendant. You work like a magician, right?

Maybe there are only a few people who can, and we're in the midst of making magic props. From what I've seen, that sounds like an automatic defense maneuver that helped you during the rebellion.

But unlike what I got, it lacks robustness and the material is not misrilled.

Well, that kind of work doesn't matter to me right now.

"Cecil, did you have a bad eye?

Yes, the problem is, Cecil, you're wearing something you're unfamiliar with.

When I first saw it, I was impressed with whether there was manufacturing technology in this world as well. An object close to the ornament that holds the two lenses in place with thin metal to make them hang on your ears and let you see the world over the lens.

Well, if you can smash your name, those are glasses.

"No, my eyes are good"

"Is it stylish, then? Cecil, you're old, too."

"You, I'm telling you I know it's not there."

I know you don't wear stylish glasses, Cecil. Beauty is sloppy because beauty increases in the habit of not wearing it.

Cecil, you have a hard time telling me not to look, but I can't help but look at this. Cecil, you look great in glasses, just like Intelli Beauty.

"This is a sorcery carving magic prop. There's no reason to see him."

"What kind of magic prop is that?

"Take a look and you'll see"

He takes off the thin, shiny glasses he was wearing and throws them all the way over here, and I catch him in a hurry not to break.

You shouldn't be rambling things like this because they're fragile, normal.

Take it with a soft palm and then seriously observe the eyeglass-shaped magic props.

You look like normal glasses with no weird philosophy. Thin lens on thin frame, feels like it doesn't come in at all. Looks like it's close to something fashionable.

They say if I tried it, they would see the effect, so well obviously it doesn't look good on me, but I'll try it on. Intelligent ornaments don't look good on this face.

"... oh"

I grabbed you over the lens, Cecil, and the question gradually iced away. Cecil, the color like the red and blue that wraps your body is mixing to become purple, such an aura, is the answer.

"... is this a magic reaction?

"That's right. It's visualizing the magic flow. It'll help you make magic props and use magic."

"Where did you get this stuff? Mr. Elsa's shop?

"I don't know about Elsa, but there was a warehouse in the mansion. Well, you don't mind if it's ours."

Cecil said I had to clean up before I could find him in the first place.... Well it's ours, and I think Pak is good.

Besides, I think this is pretty convenient stuff.

The fact that you can see the flow means you can look for the coarseness of magic. Because the excess amount of magic used against witchcraft, places that are not under control, and so on can be seen in the sight.

Of course magic is important to the image, but can we fix all the technical crude in this way?

"Ho, Cecil, you're a beautiful magician. Beautiful with dusk colors"

"It seems that the colours vary depending on the aptitude, even though I can't grasp mine, so it's a neck. For that matter, I'm a mix of red and blue, so what I'm good at is fire and water systems."

"What about me?

"You're wearing cover-up magic props, I don't know."

I was a little relieved that the ribbon was shown with my finger at least after I removed it and the effect of the concealed ribbon was alive and well. I was helped by this, especially in times of rebellion.

Then I'll untie the ribbon that was tying my hair and then I'll put my glasses back on you, Cecil.

Cecil, who looks best in glasses, took his glasses back and put them on and looked at me...... glazed at me. That's more like narrowing your pupils reflexively looking at something dazzling than in a bad mood.

"You're magical for nothing, you"

"I haven't grown much anymore, though. So, what color?

"White"

White?

... I don't think there's any magic that white stands for. I know it's ten colors of magic, but white.

Is it possible around the cure? I'm drawing my mother's blood, and that seems possible.

"Maybe it's white because it's equally aptitude. That's what happens because we inherit Verph's blood and Selene's."

"Then you can use the fire system..."

"That's because you're underworking."

To be clear, words pierce my chest.

... I'm aware of that.

Because I've missed my training. I'm sorry that I came to repel because fire is just a direct harm.

It's embarrassing that I don't like fire because of my father's daughter's habits. It won't be a good idea to remember your father either. My father won't say anything.

I guess an effort like now isn't enough. If you don't practice more, you can't handle fire magic like your father, can you?

It's pitiful that I'm full of places I can't reach, and my head drops quietly at will.

You're afraid to hurt people because I'm sweet. Because I just had people protect me and I was afraid that I would hurt people and break my heart.

"Wow, I'm sorry, I overstated it. You're working hard."

You seem somewhat panicked to me, Cecil, who would have carried a shadow in order to see, some sort of rush consolation.

It's good because I know there are things that don't pay off, even if I try. Nothing. Besides, I'm the cause of this one.

"Cecil, are you prepared to hurt people or something?

"Bye.... Did Velph tell you?

To a half-confidential sounding question, chief consent.

"That's what I'm saying, but I'm not fraternal. You would, too, wouldn't you?

"... I don't want to hurt you,"

"Well, so am I.... you just haven't broken it off."

I feel sorry for myself for being run out of words and not trying to argue. Cecil, I know what you're going to say.

"I don't use my powers without darkness because I intend to have common sense, but I don't hate waving my powers for what I want to protect. Polarity, I'm only gonna protect what I think is important."

"... something important?

"That's a peaceful life for yourself or something.... you're going to get inside the precious, too."

Slowly looking up, Cecil, with a slightly stiffer look, was looking at this one.

"I don't think I can protect it all, and I don't. I'm not that tight. If you can protect what you want by hurting others, you choose not to hesitate to hurt them."

There was no doubt about the fine dust in the words, and I was very envious of you, Cecil, who said it out of grandeur.

You're the decisive one, Cecil, and once you get it into your nostalgia, you take care of it more than anything else. Cecil, you're the one who can do it and say it all.

"That's what Velph, Jill, the Magic House and the knights think. You want to be strong because you want to protect me, don't you?

"... yeah"

"If you're still sick, you'd better give up protecting it. It's better for you."

"Oh, no."

"Then make up your mind. That's easier."

... I know that by reason.

"... if you don't cut it off, you're just hard. Sometimes I'm entrusted with that kind of work."

"Cecil, is that what you do?"

"Bye. Unlike you, I've been here for years. It can hurt people and demons."

I didn't hesitate to say it out loud, Cecil, and I felt so overflowing with reliability that I kind of didn't think I was the same age.

The contents are supposed to be quite old for me too, but I kind of feel like Cecil is more solid with you. Though it must be because I was immersed in a warm and peaceful life.

To me lowering my eyebrows, Cecil, you stroke my hair all the time, but without saying anything, I turn straight back to my desk and get back to work.

Don't be sweet, you should be prepared yourself. Yes, they said it out of the blue.

Like I was pushed away, I don't think. Ning Lo, you must be thinking of me.

"... thank you, Mr. Cecil.... hard work, from"

Kew, and clenched my fist, and I closed my lips and stared at my feet.