The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

"Isn't this the tide, ladies and gentlemen?"

It was Miguel Graphite who cut the story out. He smiles, as usual, and looks to those sitting in front of him.

One of them, Lang Voltaire, stares at Miguel as he makes a toothpick noise. But there is no movement to follow.

"Honestly, I don't feel sorry for you either. But if you say you deserve it, you can't deny it. Now we can pull ourselves back without compromising that glory. If the princesses would back off, they wouldn't have done anything."

"… so stand aside at the top of the current Ministry of Magic,"

Miguel was collecting the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic, part of it, to advise.

The contents are that the executive officers of the Ministry of Magic voluntarily retire and have them succeed to the next generation. Whatever the youngsters are still comparatively, even with the advice from Miguel, the expression of those who want to hang on to the old man is bleak.

Anisphere is not involved in this matter. Miguel had spoken to Uphilia to match his movements, but Miguel was leading the effort against the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic.

"Don't get me wrong, it's with the executive officers on the princesses' faction. Some remain, but only to take over, and there is no reason why they can remain executive officers. After you retire, you can leave a title for your opinion number. I don't think this is going to get any worse, do you?

The executives, who could once be described as spiritual faithful, could be described as mainstream in the Ministry of Magic. But they lost power once and for all when the truth of the Spirit covenant was revealed.

And all of the young people in the Ministry of Magic are devoting their hearts and minds to research and development, which should be called "magic of a new era”, which incorporates the magic promoted by the princesses.

At the earliest possible moment, even in the Ministry of Magic, they are losing their voice and position. Or so, there was no way I could just crack that open. That's all the truth about the spiritual covenant was a fatal fact for them.

"That's it for my help ship, too, if you want to see blood. Those princesses don't want blood to flow, but they're not sweet enough to miss the disturbing elements that threaten their country."

"Disturbers… are we threatening the country?"

"At least for the country the princesses make, though. You're not denying everything about spiritual faith, are you? But if the Spirit insists that a nation can be unified, what is it for?"

Shin, the place calms down. Miguel flaunts his shoulder as he sees the reaction.

The Spirit Contractor says that his soul is replaced by the Great Spirit. In other words, I have found that those who were ever considered great are not men.

The closer you get to the Spirit in the Spirit faith, the more you lose yourself as a person. I was wondering if it would still be required. Miguel believes it will take time to ask that and come up with an answer. That's why I was wondering if this is the place to go.

"I really feel sorry for you. Nothing is evil that I have believed in that faith. If the times were the times, the idea might have saved the country. I just didn't get around to the times. Isn't that all we're talking about?"

"... the young making of graphites. It's a mouth that goes around a lot."

"If you have a problem that you can solve with words, you should exchange words. Isn't that what you've been doing to Princess Anisphere? Did she ever use her power to sue you?

To Miguel's word, once again, the directors of the Ministry of Magic shut up. Anisphere, who just repeated unscrupulous and ruinous things. She did insist on rampant arguments. But it is subjective to them, and Anisphere has never appealed to the shield of power.

I was never willing to try to hurt you, even if I ever wavered my power as a princess. That was what many people thought when they looked back. That princess has always stood up to me with words.

"If you don't believe me, don't believe me, and you'll have to do it yourself later. That's all I can do, and if it's detrimental to the national interest, I'll go that way. I was wondering if you'd like to say hello."

"... there is nothing unexpected about the truth of our spiritual covenant."

One of the directors of the Ministry of Magic squeals at Miguel, who was about to take a seat.

If Miguel looks at him with his gaze, he's holding his fist with the look of simmering bitterness.

"Still, even if all of a sudden they say it is... I can't change it"

Nothing answered the grunt, and Miguel turned his back and left the room.

"Are we done discussing this?

"Oh, Marion."

Miguel, who was walking down the hallway of the Ministry of Magic, raises one hand when he notices Marion standing there waiting.

"I'm done discussing this with the great ones. Well, there's nothing more you can do."

"Really? … is this going to work?"

"Well, it's just true that the truth of the Spirit covenant has created a great wind hole in the Spirit faith. Most old folks seem to have broken their core. Princess Anisphere stabbed Todome with it."

It was a while ago. Anisphere lost her word in the Ministry of Magic and was embarrassed by Uphilia.

It is true that that Anispheric silence shook up the Ministry of Magic. That led to a change in the whole Ministry of Magic, for better or worse.

Uphilia took in those who could cope with the potential changes and feathered heavily as her own faction. On the other hand, it was also true that many were stopped by the truth of the Spirit Faith and the fierceness of the Anisphere.

"It's a good idea to let the outbursts break and say no to your worries, but Princess Anisphere wants it."

"Preserving it as a culture is not evil, you just can't let it stand as a political initiative. That's what he said."

"I'm thinking of a remedy to someone who doesn't fit me against is the vessel wide, gentle, sweet..."

That is left to the recipient. With that in mind, Miguel thought that Anisphere was certainly not for the king.

You can do it if you say you can do the king. But it doesn't matter if it's for you. In that regard, it must have turned out well that Uphilia had named her.

Miguel thought that Anisphere was not suitable for the king, but that he might be ideal as the king's understander, and laughed as he throated.

"It's time for the Graphite family at the Ministry of Magic."

"... if the restructuring comes together, maybe it will"

"There's an array before that."

Now that I know what Miguel's mouthed "arr" indicates, Marion loosened the look she was tightening.

"Yeah, it won't be long."

"Thank you all for your hard work in getting ready. Is your fiancée busy, too?

"Is it Halfis? Princess Uphilia immediately took it as her assistant. It seems busy, but it's plentiful."

"That's more than anything."

Miguel also loosened his expression when he saw Marion speak happily.

Some can't change, others can adapt to change. All those who were able to live the times of transformation of this era seemed glorious.

He's the one who said, "Look at you."

Miguel shrugged pompously as he held his hand to block the light of the day as it plugged through the window.

The “festival" soon approached. Like looking forward to it, Miguel grinned like a bad boy.

The "festival” was approaching the Kingdom of Palletia.

At the beginning of this festival, it was finally reported to the nation that Uphilia was welcomed by the royal family as an adopted son and officially granted the right to inherit the throne.

As a celebration, the festival was celebrated by naming the country. It was because Anisphere and Uphilia, respectively, proposed to Orphans that they once again spread to the public the announcement of the mutual achievements they had built in the Ministry of Defence and the Ministry of Magic.

Orphans approved the proposal in the name of the king, and people were running around to make it a big festival to name the country.

"... that?

"Dear Anisphere? What have you done?

I don't even care about Ilia's call, and I now look back at the paperwork I've finished looking through. This is the last of the unread documents. On the other side of the unread document is a stack of processed documents.

Nothing is a strange sight. Yet I alternate between unprocessed paperwork and empty unprocessed paperwork compartments over and over again without realizing it.

"... today's paperwork, that's it?

"Yeah, that's the last of it."

"Uh, but... over?

"End of story...... even if something's wrong?

"... no, no, but"

I've finished processing today's paperwork. That, if always, could be said to be a division of work. But today was special.

I move the last of the paperwork into a processed bin and leave myself behind in the back of the chair. Though I feel tired, it was above all a lack of realism that occupies my chest.

"... tomorrow, right?

"It's tomorrow. It's a celebration of Ufiria's adoption and royalty, and it's the day when the Defense and Magic Ministries will release their studies related to magic to the public."

"Yes, right?... Hey, Ilia? Are you sure this is the last time? You didn't report any deficiencies or anything?

"... what are you so anxious about"

Ilia told me like I was scared. No, I mean, I'm anxious, I just don't feel it.

"Plus the paperwork will be ready for tomorrow even after it's done. I will return to the palace for final confirmation tomorrow."

"... yeah. Okay."

Not only did I look through the paperwork until today, but I was flying around and living a remarkable day out of instruction on how to use magic props. That now marks the separation of tomorrow's festivities.

I knew I didn't feel it. I'm anxious, I'm about to look back to see if I missed anything.

"... Dear Anisphere"

"Huh? What, Ilia"

My hand has reached out where I tried to look back on Ilia's call. Ilia hugs me so I can hold her from behind. I round my eyes to the sudden action of Ilia.

Ilia weighs in to keep her face in the back of my head. Stronger to such an extent that the strength of the arms you cuddle is not painful.

"... until today, really, really good job"

... seemed to fill an empty hole in my chest. The sense of reality that I didn't feel fills me up at once.

Today, I welcomed a separation. It doesn't just mean getting ready for tomorrow's festival. Tomorrow will be a special day for me too.

'Cause it's the day to officially announce magic to the people and the achievements of magic. I kept going to get to this day.

It's not like I didn't want it. But reality wasn't nice enough for me to dream. Abused, repelled, feared. I couldn't give up dreaming even though I was pulling away from the palace.

"... haha. Ilia's a mess. We're just ready, aren't we?

"Yes. Still, you arrived. Everything you've been building up is waiting for you tomorrow."

Ilia says as she whispers in her ear. The voice slips into my ear with a very gentle voice color.

"You can't help but be anxious. Because you are no longer the only one who dreams of Anisphere. There will be many that have left their hands. But isn't that the world you aspired to?

"... Sure, I thought it would be nice to spread. There's my magic in the world. I couldn't give you magic, that's why I was able to produce magic."

Now that I think about it, my beginnings came from both the extremes of hope and despair.

The supreme hope that there is magic and the greatest despair that its magic could not give me.

I couldn't give up because the hope lay within my reach. I never had time to cry in despair. I just want it, I want it, I keep asking for it.

But it seems to me that as far away from the form I sought as I sought. I wanted to be able to use magic. I wanted to be because I wanted to magically make someone smile.

Maybe I had given up within no one understood me. But if you give up on that, you lose the point of being me, too.

That's not why I was afraid. I can't help losing it. It was just that the giving up that there was nothing I could do was slowly killing me.

"Living has been so hard. Ilia."

"Yes, if you put your foot on the ground, it feels weighty even if you don't like it"

I'm not even a bird.

"I didn't think it was weird whenever you flew. No, you must have been flying. Even with the stopping trees, you lost sight of where you were going, but you kept flying."

Ilia hugs me so hard that I lean on her. Its warmth is terribly warm, with my hands on my arms to hold.

"Now I can say it with my chest up, too. This is where you come from."

"... yeah"

"It's what you built. It is a dream, a wish and a miracle that we all received. That would be no less than the feat of the first king. And I would like to congratulate you from the bottom of your heart on the place you wish to be."

Mine, where.

Ilia let me go softly. I leave the office in a dream.

Through the hallway leading out of the office and out. The sun sets and the sky is stained bright red.

I burn the royal castle lit that day, the castle town, and its sky and horizon in my eyes.

"... here's mine"

It's where I am. The whining words in my mouth stain my chest.

One step, I look back toward Ilia, who came with me trying to be late.

What would I look like now? A little, that's all I cared about.

"Let's go home, Ilia"

"Yes, Master Anisphere"

"I'm back now"

"Welcome back, Uffi, Raini"

"Yes, I'm home!

It was me and Ilia who came back out of the palace first. Yufi and Raini came home after a little delay.

"Are you done over there?

"Yep. Don't be unprepared tomorrow."

"It's been tough until today."

Raini groans emotionally. Indeed, it was us who were on the run to prepare to this day. It really makes me feel emotional.

In the meantime, there was some trouble that wasn't small, but if you think you're going to welcome tomorrow, you don't even have to turn your mind to what's over. The important thing is that it's tomorrow.

"Raini, I just got back, can you help me?

"Oh, yes! Dear Ilia, I'll be there in a minute!

Patapata and Raini rush down to Ilia, where they were preparing meals in the kitchen.

If you drop Raini off his back, it's me and Uffi who will be left behind. If we look at each other, we're kind of crazy and laughing at each other.

"... Is it tomorrow already? Sounds early to me."

"I've had plenty of days and a lot of things."

"Yep.... If I had been myself a while ago, I wouldn't have believed that I was a princess."

"Neither do I. I'm sure you couldn't believe it."

I reach out and hold Yuffi's hand. Yuffi looks at me just a little strange when he gets his hand gripped.

With such a peek into Yufi's eyes, I smile and make her look hazy.

"He said there's a Uffi next to me. I'm sure you won't believe it."

"... so is that"

"Things have changed."

"Yes, me, you, this country."

"Tomorrow, that's the point of arrival"

"But it's a crossing point, isn't it?

Uffi tangled his fingers at me, pulling himself just a little closer and turning his hand around his hips.

I fit in Yuffi's hand. This is how I got used to being natural.

"It's over, it starts."

"Yes, that's right"

"Let's do our best, Uffi"

"Yes, Anis"

Yuffi smiles and tries to lip me. I try to let my fingers break in and push Yuffi's lips as they approach me.

Then Yuffi's eyebrows distorted in dissatisfaction. And with just a little strangeness to it, I lay my hand on Yuffi's cheek and hold her finger against my ear.

Drop a kiss that just touches you so you don't gain too much momentum as it is.... I'm glad I didn't fail, stroking my chest down. I can't get used to all this.

Yuffi's eyes open in circles.... Well, it's unusual to do it from me, or only about when I'm loved.

"... I'm hungry"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Ilia and Raini will prepare the rice now..."

"I'm hungry."

Gu, and Yufi hold my body. Uffi's eyes are sitting somewhere sighted at a distance where he is likely to exhale.... Shit, could it have stirred up too much.

"... on an equal footing. I have to eat, and I have tomorrow."

"That's all I can say."

I can clearly see the heat where it was touched. I closed my eyes to the comfort of that fever.