Din no Monshou (WN)

Six months to stay out of the waves.

Somehow I know about this house.

I, Regis, am the only son of this Din family.

And the father is a naïve, worried man - Shady Berga.

Age is 32.

He seems to be a hard worker, doing affairs in the realm almost alone.

Most importantly, because of this, the popularity from the people seems to be high.

Her mother's name is Sefina.

Age is 15.

No, because I had a birthday once since I was born. 16?

I mean, it is.

My parents are going to be over 30 guys and 16 girls.

Wouldn't you call this a crime?

The police should do their job now.

It's just that Sefina seems to have fallen ill after she gave birth to me.

I've been quiet in my room for the past six months.

Even my husband Shadyberga seems to only see him once in a while.

No matter, I haven't even seen him yet.

You will never have seen the mother who gave birth to you.

Strange story.

As far as the mirror goes, I look like a mother.

The contours and voices seem to have paternal inheritance at work.

Overall, it appears that Shadiberga's appearance has not taken over.

And the servant Walkins.

Age unknown.

But I don't care what you look like. Late teens.

Sefina and I have been friends since childhood, apparently.

But what?

Even if I'm observing Walkins, I can't see the inside.

I don't suppose you're up to something.

It's unleashing some invincible aura.

Finally, a few other small-time users.

This is the inhabitant of the Din family.

By the way, our standing in this country is simple.

The so-called 'fallen aristocracy'.

What does that mean and how does it affect me?

I've never heard of it in detail.

Well, it won't be a Loc story, so I don't even need to know now.

It's a different story.

I have pure doubts right now.

I'm talking about the bottom line.

Is my dining landscape ethically okay?

People in this world seem to have little real mothers to milk,

A young woman breastfeeds me at meals.

I wonder if he's one of the small-timers, this guy.

He's giving me calories, without any resistance.

You can talk about this because they're pure babies.

What the hell happens if I tell you that I have myself?

Out of the way, I might fall in the light fast.

I won't say anything inconvenient.

"Huh, well drunk."

Nanny stroking Nadenade and my head.

I guess milk means I had a baby.

But whatever it is, it's a suspicious appearance that you're 20 years old.

What the hell kind of man toothed such a young girl?

Maybe a lot of people in this world have lolita complexes.

It's something I want to flash.

Have a pretty daughter-in-law. You'll be happy.

Slightly jealous, the door to the room opened.

"Oh, are we done? I'll take care of the rest."

It was Walkins who came in.

He has raised a toddler play tool in his hand.

Then he grips the strange stone in one hand and smiles closer.

I don't know, this guy's not alarmed.

You look like a jerk, and you're actually a solid type.

Besides, I like flirting a lot.

She doesn't seem to like that Shady Berga either.

"Listen, Master Regis.

I took something interesting from the bandits today.

Look at this, Probe Stone.

"... ahhh"

I don't have the strength to respond.

Or didn't you just say that you took it from a bandit or something?

It's nothing to go after deeply, so I snort honestly.

"Is that it? I knew it, Master Regis.

Somehow, you understand what I'm saying, don't you?

That's right, Master Regis, mature early and wise!

Study a lot more and tell me how easy it is to get money. "

If that happens, I'll tell you.

How much I think I've had trouble with money in my last life.

Walkins has lifted his body as it is open.

"This Walkins will give you a full spirit to play with."

Here it is.

Exercise functionally, I think it's time to crawl and crawl and move.

When I try, Walkins and other small people stop using it.

Over-protection is also a problem.

"Well, then, in this room..."

The place Walkins brought in was a library packed with books.

It is a mountain of information.

When she put me to sleep on the mat, she took a strange stone in her hand.

"This exorcism stone, when you put it on your complexion, you know the potential magic.

If you have a lot of magic, it glows red, and if you don't have that talent, it splashes.

Unlike the crystals that the 'Coalition for the Same Occupation' has, the accuracy is bad.

If it's a big mess of magic checks, you're right - "

As Walkins turned the hem of my clothes, he pressed the Probe Stone against his belly.

A chilling cold sensation.

But gradually the stone brings heat.

My sensory temperatures go up in a gut.

thirty degrees.

Forty degrees.

Fifty degrees.

I have a bad feeling.

My fever keeps rising and I don't see how it fits.

You noticed the anomaly, Walkins twisting his neck.

"It's an easy stone to do... so that? Something hot?

Have you just noticed?

It's already one step ahead of the burn.

The Probing Stone conceives an enormous fever and lodges a pale light behind the stone.

Then the next moment.

The stone exploded by the time it was completely skinless.

"... guh, ah!?"

The roar just broke through the tympanic membrane.

The glare that burns the retina deprives me of my vision.

"Dear Regis!

Walkins, however, did not move and has tenderly covered his body.

I was confused for a moment, but the smell of her vanilla ice cream restores calm.

The light shrinks gradually.

The stone shattered and shattered, and at the end only dust remained.

Walkins takes a serious look at the shattered Probing Stone as he leaves his body from me.

"Ko... this"

Honestly, I only have a bad feeling.

Stone smashed means no talent for magic.

Is it just incompetence to say that I felt so scared?

Walkins opened his mouth as he was collapsing in shock.

"... it looks like the light and heat are too strong and just smashed and scattered"

Inquisitive of a cross section of stone, she decided so.

Once confirmed, throw the stone out the window.

And he jumped at me with the momentum of an electrolithographic fire.

"Wow, Master Regis!

I've never seen such a reaction!

Walkins looked excited and cold.

Hold me up, high and yet happy.

"Even the top magicians in the kingdom have difficulty getting cracks in.

Walkins is delighted to serve such a grace!

I don't know, but it looks like you got some good results.

What if I'm happy too?

When I tried to break your face...

"Oh, hey, Walkins!

The door to the library is blowing!

Shadyberga jumped in with a wolf.

If you look closely, the door of the room is disappearing somewhere.

Was that the sound of the door coming to an end?

I think it was a luxurious decoration.

Though the season was in, it was worth a lot.

"I just gave money to the king...

You're gonna pay for the repairs from my personal effects again?

A dark cloud can stand in Shadyberga's expression.

Walkins was trying to forgive him for that.

"Well, leave that alone.

Your son is very promising in the future. "

"It's not a matter of being able to put it away.

Sefina will tell you again. "

Shadyberga sighs.

But Walkins said he was not bad and bossy.

"You like to be abused"

"I don't like it! What do you say to your employer!

What do you do with the oil on the fire?

Well, in Walkins' case, it seems to calculate it all the way around.

"I don't know what I'm mistaken about.

My employer is Sefina, isn't he? Hey, Master Regis. "

Walkins smiles happily as he asks for his consent.

In contrast, Shadyberga struggles badly with his wife's hired servant.

Guess I figured out which one's in the top position.

Nevertheless, the two disputed faces are very lively.

Shadyberga doesn't seem to be seriously angry either.

Walkins shakes me gently and prompts me to reply.

"Master Regis, please take my side."

"Don't try to get the baby to vouch for his position."

"... ahhh"

For one thing, it was me who didn't know the relationship in this house.

Shadyberga and Walkins are having fun arguing.

I was dropping my eyes on the floor.

There are many books in this room.

Books that collapsed in shock remain open.

I've been looking through it, but apparently I can read the letters.

In my studies, I was just taking red dots all around, and I was a little relieved.

You won't lose it knowing about this world.

The door's gone, so we can get in and out of the library.

A boat to cross?

Honest story, I want to keep my knowledge of the concept of magic.

With training, can you also strike magic like RPG?

If that's the case, don't let your chest pick up.

If you believe Walkins' words, maybe I have a magical aptitude.

If you have the power to get involved, just stretch it out.

Now is the time to live without regret.

I swear on my heart,

I was watching the battle between my lord and my servant.

◆ ◆ ◆

A few days later, by the way.

Shadyberga was summoned to Sefina, who heard at first sight in the library.

It's been a long time since I've seen my daughter-in-law, and he'll be looking forward to it.

but that didn't happen.

Tens of minutes to wait.

Shadybell came out of the room with a dead man's eye.

I was trembling even though it wasn't cold, and for some reason the roots of my teeth didn't fit either.

Shadyberga sits down near Fluffy and me.

Apparently, I had a terrible experience with my hair.

Walkins, who wanted to go through, speaks to him in a state of relief.

"Oh, Master Shadyberga. What have you done?

"... nothing"

"Hehe. As always, Master Sefina has no mercy."

Walkins laughs bitterly.

I think I figured out what happened.

She said as she remembered, stroking my head.

"Speaking of which, Master Sefina said she wanted to see Master Regis once.

At dawn when you feel better, may I take you with me? "

I want you to give me a break.

Seeing this tragedy, do you think I'd be willing to meet you?

Shady Berga puts her hand on my shoulder.

"... don't die, Regis"

Stop being so ominous, too.

In my last life, I was beating on a few beads.

Well, seriously.

Sefina won't do anything unscrupulous to her baby opponent either.

My own child says it doesn't hurt to put it in his eyes.

If you don't stimulate it, you won't be able to step on it.

If we ever see each other, let's just say we carry things carefully.

I was trembling when I thought I'd meet him one day.