The Magus of Genesis

"Mm-hmm..."

I try to crawl through the floor and walk down the hallway with only the force of my hands.

The wheelchair Shisei gave me is handy, but I can't get up the steps, and it's a little noisy.

When I wanted to move quietly like now, I tried not to use it.

"Ugh... I got it"

That's how we got to the mysterious room. It was a strange room that you shouldn't go in even though you didn't use it.

The door was locked, but no problem. Remove the lid of the bag lowered to your hips and use magic to make your water fluffy and soothing and the key to versatility. When I opened the door without difficulty, I slipped into your room before anyone could see me.

"Wow……………."

I cheer unexpectedly for the sight that was spreading there.

Cute condiments united in bright blue and green and decorated with seashells and coral.

Because it was perfect for my taste as if it had been for me.

I want to live in a room like this when I grow up. It was as if I had shaped such a fantasy as it was.

I wonder what kind of person lived there. I'm worried about it, and I open my desk drawer.

Then the contents of it are incredibly messy.

Reddish stone spots, leaves of some kind, water embossed flowers, silver hair of animals I'm not sure about... something that I don't know if it's garbage or not is cluttered into.

I can't believe the range I see from the outside is so clean, but where I can't see it, I can't believe this. I was only a little disillusioned with the Lord in this room.

I wonder if there is anything else... so I opened my desk and a thick red book came out of the back.

"Wow..."

Try opening it casually, and I raise my voice in the opposite sense of what I just did. It was in the drawer, and it was a mess. I think books are usually written horizontally from the top left or vertically from the top right.

The way I used it, it was a mess. For each sentence, it is written vertically, horizontally, diagonally, or flipped up or down again.

The content is terrible. Maybe the first thing I wrote was this. Six hundred and thirty-seven years of experience in dragons, March 25. I got a book from that guy. Glad. I shall keep a diary as soon as possible today.

And directly beneath it is this. Six hundred and forty years of experience in dragons. April 1. Decorative.

... It's supposed to be a diary, but it's been flying for three years between the first and second time. I mean, what does Deco mean...

Others, besides the diary, write trivial notes, pictures, maps, mixed with things I'm not sure about, use the whole lookout and say 'hello' or something, and I'm too free to use it.

... but I couldn't help but look away from such a messy book. There is hardly any painting... a graffiti book that has nothing to do with the text, even if it does. Although the order is fragmented, hard to read, and often you don't know what you're talking about...

But what was written there was the raw voice of a woman who didn't know who it was. Words that you can't say even if you want to, that you wouldn't have been able to talk to anyone about, are spelled out honestly.

Of particular concern is the "that man", who appears many times in the text.

I think whoever wrote this probably likes the "that guy" thing.

But "that guy" has someone else he likes, "that kid"...

For the person who wrote the book, "that person" is also "that child" important.

I can't tell you if I want to tell you what I think. Being together is painful. But I want you to look at yourself.

That feeling came from the end of the sentence, and I was thrilled and obsessed with chasing the letters.

And when I got to the last page, I shook myself to the shock.

Because it said, "I'm reading this, to a little, cute girl".

It's like you knew I was going to read this book.

Probably a coincidence...

There was kind of a line of detailed caveats that Tear Sensei was going to say.

Teacher Tia is either because of her tiny body or because of the finer things she says. Big and sweet, I prefer Dr. Ruffle.

But the thing I love the most is Dr. Yuka. I feel so strong and dressed, and I feel like I'm from Otona's woman. On the contrary, I don't like it very much, I guess. Red spinach. I kind of feel sorry for Dr. Nina all the time.

I don't know, but Dr. Nina's mad at me. Seeing Seiko, he's getting annoyed for some reason. And you seem the weakest.

... If I keep the precautions lined up here, can I be like Dr. Yuka?

I thought so for some reason, and I'm going to read it.

Mixed with proper organization, familiarity is proper, and so on, it said how to use magic and what better to do.

Well, a lot of them didn't make any sense.

A study of humanized magic that doesn't pay for voices? What do you use it for? I don't know.

...... I don't know, but I guess I'll try my best from around the tidy.

I thought so and tried to close the book. At the end of the page, I found a letter so small that I wouldn't notice it if I didn't look closely.

The phrase "to that man today" had been erased with a double line, and even smaller underneath it, "This is just me. Remind me if I regret it, or have me do the same," it says.

... I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't know...... the moment I saw that letter, my chest whispered.

"sloppy."

Words like that come out with their mouths shut without even knowing what they mean.

Bad. Bad. Bad. I have no idea what it is or who it is. Yet that emotion has dominated my heart.

I can't say anything...... like a little light fire. I had a clear feeling something like that would light up in my chest.