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

Clive brews tea before he starts talking and puts it in front of the acrylic. Then I sit in the seat across the street myself, sitting in a good position.

"First, what should I tell you from? Shall we speak from Algard's point of view?"

"Al's position?

"Yes, Master Algardo's real name is Algardo Bona Palettia. He was a prince of this country."

"... Al is the prince. Is that the king's child?

"Yes, you're right"

The fact that Algardo is a prince. Acrylics could take that without much surprise. Still, I blink my eyes a few times to see if the reaction will come on the table if it is spoken again.

"The future was also said to be the next king...... have you heard anything from Master Algard?

"Al says he's a sinner..."

Acrylic squeaks remembering the words Al used to say.

Clive nodded back as he exhaled deeply into the acrylic grunt.

"Yes, Master Algard has sinned. Because of that sin, he was no longer recognized as the next king. Does Miss Acrylic know how big that is?

"I was the next chief of this country, but I couldn't be.... Has Al committed such a great sin?

Acrylics still have a faint sense of the size of a country. Because I think in tune with my common sense. Still, when they say they can't be the next leader, and even more so, they say it's sinful enough to keep them from going out in the halls of the border lands, they swallow it.

How the hell did Algard end up committing such a sin? Acrylic wonders if that also involves his sister, whose heart Algard was disturbing.

Clive exhales heavily into the acrylic inquiry before slowly continuing the conversation.

"Master Algard's sin was to take control of this country as his own."

"... domination?

"Yes, the king, his own father, his wife, the queen, nobles and civilians alike."

"... Al did that?

I can't imagine at all, Acrylic shook his head left or right. From the impression I've felt so far, I don't think Al would think about that.

But I don't think Clive is lying. Even if it's hard for Acrylic to believe, I feel like that's what really happened.

"I dyed my hands of evil law and I was about to plunge the country into chaos. And Algard disqualified himself from being the next king, and was banished to the land."

……

"... that's a very incredible face. But it's true."

"Why did Al do that...?

I understand the sins Algard committed. The next thing I care about acrylics is motive. What did Algard think, dyed his hands to the evil law and tried to rule the country?

Once in acrylic inquiry, Clive stops talking and grabs a cup of tea. Take a sip to moisturize your thirst and the cup is put back on top of the saucer without sound.

"Master Algard had a sister."

"Sister......"

"Yes.... by the way, did Miss Acrylic know that this country says magic has flourished?

"Yeah. Al told me."

The Kingdom of Palletia is a country where magic is developed. Magic is also deeply involved in its formation, and the nobles use the magical powers inherited from their ancestors for the sake of the people and for the sake of the country. That's why we reign in a privileged class called aristocracy.

And it is the royalty that stands on it. A clan that unites this country, starting with the first king who founded the Kingdom of Palletia.

"In this country, magic can be used, but the more skillful magic is, the more it has been regarded as symbolic of power."

"... So Al's sister was an excellent wizard or something?

Outstanding sister. And in a country where magic is supposedly expensive to use, Acrylic thought that nature and Algardo's sister might excel as a wizard.

But Clive smiles bitterly and shakes his neck left and right to deny the idea of acrylic.

"No, vice versa. Master Algard's sister, you couldn't use magic at all."

"Huh...?

"That must be why. That's why Algard-sama's sister showed her a talent that could be described as heterogeneous."

"Heterogeneous......?

"Master Algard's sister, Master Anisphere Wynn Palettia, has made it possible to reproduce magic in the form of" tools ", even if it is not noble."

"As a tool...?

Anisphere. Acrylic leaned his neck strangely while remembering that was Algard's sister's name.

When they call magic a reproduction in the form of a tool, it honestly doesn't come to pass.

"Simply put, we have been able to reproduce magic with tools that only royalty and nobility can use. Even if you're a civilian, you can use magic with tools developed by Anisphere."

"... that's amazing"

Acrylics cannot use “magic”. For Ricant, magic was a distant thing. That's because we couldn't handle ourselves.

That's why I can only be surprised. Acrylic nods when he also knows very well that Algard said he was an excellent sister to the point of becoming.

"This country will take precedence over boys as the next king. The throne could not have turned to the Anisphere, who could not use magic. But Anisphere has developed an unprecedented technology that has had a huge impact on this country. … to the point where there is a voice saying that Master Algard should not be the next king of Anisphere."

"Is that good to be forgiven?

"No. What I wanted was part of it, and Master Anisphere didn't seem to want to be king himself. But we couldn't ignore Anisphere's influence."

"... so Algard tried to be king with all his might...?

"There are fine circumstances, but it would be a less familiar story for Miss Acrylic, who is not a citizen, so it would be good with that perception. And it was also Anisphere who stopped Algard from committing the crime."

"... your sister who said that anisphere tormented Al?

Unable to use magic, a princess disqualified as royal if she were meant to be. A heretic child who has nevertheless developed magic so that anyone can use it in the form of tools.

Someone who could have been king until he pushed Algard, who should have been king. People who said they didn't like Al, but to say they didn't, they were showing complex emotions.

When I wondered if the person was tormenting Algard, my impression of the person named Anisphere of Acrylic did not turn out to be good.

"Master Anisphere didn't suffer because he wanted to. That one thought of Master Algard as that one. The bad news is... well, I guess it's the grownups around."

"Adults?"

"Aristocrats are allowed luxury because of their presence on top. And once you know luxury, people want more luxury. If you are a nobleman, you have more wealth than any other nobleman. Even if you go too far, you become king yourself. And there were those who tried to move Algard so that it was convenient for us."

"Oh no..."

Acrylics do not know much about the idea that nobility seeks further power. That was because it was an unfamiliar value in Ricant.

And since I started telling stories about Anisphere, Clive's expression changed into something dark. The gaze drops, and the voice grows somewhat lower as it darkens.

"When I was a child, I was a close sister and brother... Master Algardo and Master Anisphere"

"But Al doesn't like your sister..."

"Master Algard was not a sad but talented man. This is why I've been compared to the Anisphere who can create things no one has ever seen before. It must have been the adults who wanted rights that deepened the conflict between them."

"That's not Al's fault!

Acrylic yelled at Clive as he pounded his hand on his desk with momentum. The teacup that was in front of the acrylic jumped and sounded.

If Clive's story is true, he tried to use Al to luxury the adults around him even though he was close as a kid. It was a very incredible place to work.

Clive smiled bitterly at Acrylic, who began to tickle in front of him with anger.

"Yep... I guess Master Algard isn't the only one to blame. A lot of people were responsible, and everyone went a little wrong."

"... Still Al's sin?

"Yes, because that is the royalty, the one who stands above men. Of course, those who lost sight of their ambitions and stepped off the road were punished accordingly. But Master Algard is guilty again, even more than he has been confused. The royal family must not be allowed to do that."

"Compared to being on your own, disappointed, trying to use it? Is it bad because they used you? Is it bad because Al wasn't talented?

Acrylic distorted his expression to peel his teeth at Clive's statement. What floated in Acrylic's chest was so angry that there was nothing I could do about it.

"That's so cowardly. It's wrong to let someone who doesn't want to do it do the king and only think good."

"... you're right. I have no words to say back. We should have supported Master Algard more and stopped by so that his heart wouldn't be confused. That's why it is. Miss Acrylic."

"... that's why? What?"

"Please, stay with Master Algard. You are not a people of this country. It is not a people that Master Algard had to protect, nor a being that wants to be recognized, but should not be sought out at the earliest. You are Algardo's guest. Now it's worth it. That's what he needs."

Clive stares straight at the acrylic and spins his words with a slight tremor in his voice so that he can put his emotions into it.

Acrylic takes Clive's word for it and stares at Clive trying to narrow his eyes. Silence passed between each other, and Acrylic exhaled softly.

"Mr. Clive, I think it's probably painful, too. But I don't know if I can do that favor."

"Miss Acrylic..."

"I'll talk to Al. Even if I know what's going on, if I don't ask Al how he feels, I may not be able to do anything about it. Because..."

Acrylic lowered his eyes softly. I don't know. Shake your head left or right to say so.

"Al wants to be saved?

……

"Even if it's painful, if we all made a little mistake, we do have to fix it. But if you fix it, it won't go away. Pain is not something to forget. Remember, it's not something you learn?

"Yes......"

"Regret and desire to help, I think it's probably all true. Still, the pain won't go away. I'll never forget it. Still won't go away. I shouldn't have done anything that wasn't there. On top of that, if Al wants to be saved, he should talk about it."

No matter how much you say around you, it's the person who makes the last decision.

So Acrylic thinks it should be Algard who chooses. How do you take someone's thoughts?

"You couldn't do it, and no one could show up to Al. That could be me. That's why I know what Mr. Clive is saying. But that's why I don't snort."

"Miss Acrylic..."

"You can only save those who want to be saved. To me."

"... that's still good. No, that's still why. Please keep it that way. I want to keep an eye on what's coming. Now it's time to stay on your side..."

Clive taking a seat and bowing his head deeply. After seeing him, Acrylic lowered his gaze under his lid, exhaling softly.