Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

Shall I calm down a little? Me.

Settle yourself in the empty pose of Nirvana.

A lot of things don't work, but the basics aren't off.

The chores are perfect, and I can do my job as a therapist. Even the treatment of your horse has been taught to you by your parents, and you can do more or less, and a little beast can judge you.

Somewhat... just a little bit, even if it doesn't work, it should be covered!

So far, I wonder what kind of appreciation my parents have for me. I enjoy it too much and sometimes forget about that. Everyone around me treats me normally.

I was wondering if the scouts would come soon, with the chirachiratsu, to see the affinity but no sign of that.

I mean, isn't everyone too normal to deal with me? Is this normal for you to handle products (me) these days? Already, if I were you, I'd be in the bandits.

I haven't been able to reach Mr. Bash in the end, and it's been months since he caught me.

There's no such thing as selling me when we talk about Mr. Bash.

I thought you were talking about selling me.

Why don't you just keep looking at me like this?

Why don't you just do it now?

The tempestuous personality in me whispers... Town down, the other me!

And I didn't expect the day to come when I wanted to join the Bandits. Honestly, it's tight, dirty, and dangerous... isn't it 3K?

"Hey, Lew... what's a nap? Can you help me?

Kwamal's Aniki came to me in the Nirvana pose.

They want me to work on getting the skinned fat off the boar.

I understood, of course, in two replies.

It was at first that I felt sorry for Mr. boar, and I didn't like it, but now, it's something I'm already familiar with.

Besides, although I shrug the fat off with a knife, Alan's special dagger is back, so I'm still working on the fat stripping.

Around where bandit life has gotten used to it, I normally got it back.

Hey, wouldn't you be in the bandits already if I were you? Isn't that what this is about?

But while Alan's dagger is happy to have returned, neither would Alan have thought it would be used to remove boar skin fat.

"Do you want that dagger from Lyo?

Aniki of Kwamal asked while taking fat off as I did next door.

"The nobleman I used to work for made it for me."

Something seemed to interest me, and Kwamal's Aniki looked up.

"Boy, are you a wizard?

"That's right. I had it made by magic. It was a sign of trust that the wizard would make a sword and give it to him."

"I don't trust you."

Aniki from Kwamal with a meaningful nigga face.

"This dagger of mine, by the way, I made it by working out my own metal."

So he showed me an inappropriate, honestly, dagger that didn't seem very sharp.

"Yourself? Heh.... ah! That's great!

Oops. I almost forgot my usual hand with each other.

Speaking of which, the myth was that humans purified swords and armor from minerals triggered the war. Does that mean there's a proper blacksmith like that, or should I?

Then I wish the wizard had bothered to ask the blacksmith without making a sword or something. Some of Mr. Eileen's work involved swords and quite a bit of refining of armor. Though I think it would be better for humans to be more aggressive in what they can do.

That's why he's a god killing dagger.

God kill...... you say? Kwamal's Aniki! What a pathological line. I guess my right hand's gonna hurt one of these days!

"Ha, ha"

I didn't know what to do with the Sino-2 disease, and I could only respond out of my mind.

Maybe I should have been more distracted and said something about 'my third eye says... that's dangerous'.

"Whoa, you haven't figured out how awesome this god-killing sword is yet!

Oh, whoa.

Something's high on Kwamal's aniki tension. You're a proud dagger, I'm sure. It's not thoughtful if it's handmade, I knew it.

"This is not made by magic. I mean, it's a dagger that can kill a wizard."

Oh, kill or something. What's that noisy word?

I don't know, the sword is a sword, and if it's sharp, I think it has the ability to kill people, whether they're wizards or not.

"I think I can stab a wizard without a problem with this dagger I got made of magic."

and lift Alan's dagger so that Kwamal's Aniki can easily see it. Honestly, it feels better than a special Kwamal dagger.

But Kwamal's Aniki, ha! And I'm getting carried away like I made a fool of myself.

Something humiliating!

"You haven't seen Liu yet. The Wizard's Sword disappears easily with the Wizard's magic, huh?

Huh?

Speaking of which, when Alan was also making the sword, he was magically changing what he failed to do, like sand.

I mean, that's...

"... can anyone a magician, anything made of magic, turn it off?

"It seems that royalty and other things made by the ones with strong magical powers are hard to disappear, but they almost disappear. With one spell. Well, you won't be able to do the one who doesn't remember that spell... but a sorcerer generally remembers the spell to lift it. Well, either way, this dagger I have is amazing! It won't go away with magic!

and proud quamar aniki.

I mean, that, I don't know, already, I don't know.

"... there are plenty of places where ordinary humans train and make swords and stuff, right?

"Hey. Sometimes it's made in secret in the basement of Wangdu. Some of the mammoths are magically built swords that can't be cut. Isn't that what a few bottles are for? Even I let you sneak up on me when I was at school. It was really a special class to make money, but I did it like a teacher."

And I almost praised him, so I got my usual hands on him.

But with a hand in hand, I couldn't stop another imagination.

The sight of a beast plucked out of its nails and fangs, living in a large cage, crosses the back of its brain.

Perhaps the post-mythological wizards are more tenacious than I thought. Never again, we only take good care of our nails and fangs so that we don't rebel against humans.