A month after "Elements" with Leonard, my life was on a steady path.

Speaking of which, the only problem is that there is no prospect of school fees.

The salary for the dealership business is broken for a 10-year-old boy there, but it still does not reach 5 million Lithuanian dollars for admission.

At this time, the middle school department in the former world spent its labor here, and also considered the path of schooling from the high school.

However, according to what I've heard from regular casino customers, graduating from middle school is almost a sine qua non for going to high school.

Otherwise, it seems unrealistic to go to high school unless you have a lot of connections.

Because civilization is not very advanced, it is a world where family status, title, and background are more important than actual abilities.

Rosie is an abandoned child, and if it's not convenient to talk about a royal hidden child, the family is essentially the bottom.

Only dealers in illegal casinos have a background if they don't have a title.

It's not very nice, but it's just hard mode to live a smooth, sail-filled life.

Even if you live as a fortuneteller as before, it is difficult to ignore the culture, social situation, and general common sense.

After all, the answer is the same no matter how many times you think about it.

It is quickest to go to a decent school.

"Rosie, thank you again today."

Nh, fine.

Speaking of changes, Risha's speech has improved considerably.

It seems that nobody taught her a word until I came to Rusty Sword, even though it was a strange pronunciation.

So, a little time before the casino opens, I'm teaching Risha the right language and reading and writing.

It's funny that I've been teaching them for a month or so since I started using Northian.

Risha seems to be smart from the beginning and basically remembers what she taught.

This area is exactly what the former world elves imagined.

Until now, I think the strange language was because I didn't have anyone to teach it to, but I don't think Risha herself would remember it.

Maybe he's trying to change, and so is this kid.

"Hey, Rosie, you there?

Bay, behind the impulse.

Bay, one of the guards at the entrance, is coming to the office.

I don't usually move very much from that warehouse, but it's unusual.

"Here. I have a brief for you, Sir Hargrave. He came all the way to the warehouse. It's suspicious because there's no sealed wax, but there aren't many people in the country who know this place. That's why I brought it."

"Lord Hargrave? Oh, you mean Leonard. Thank you."

Upon receipt of the envelope, Bay glances at Risha for a moment and leaves the office like this.

As Bay turned his heel, he saw a small wrinkle on one nose.

... I hope you're mistaken, but you don't look so good. That's it.

For the time being, if you open the envelope and take out the contents...

Blank paper?

Just one small piece of mailbox comes out.

10,000 Lithuanian taunts of revenge? No, I don't think it's such a meaningless thing to do.

"This letter seems to be magically erasing the text."

Lisha peeked into the mailbox from the side.

Silver hair flowing from my shoulder tickled my hand. [M]

"How do you read this?"

"Can I borrow it for a moment?"

When Risha takes the handkerchief, she starts drawing patterns on the paper with her index finger.

Apparently Risha has some sort of magic.

It might also be interesting to try it next time instead of teaching words.

"Well, it's a concealed magic in the form of a synonym. Once you make a mistake, the letter burns and you can't read it."

"Hand it over, no wax, encryption... it only stinks of trouble."

"How do you know... ah, uh, how do you know?

I noticed the wrong word and said it again.

As she strokes her head, Risha feels ticklish.

"Encryption is a hassle because handouts are not censored, and waxy is not meant to be discovered when it falls into the hands of unexpected people. Maybe we should burn it."

"No, no! I hate that guy, but what if it's really important!

I feel a little sympathy for Leonard, who was rejected immediately.

"Well, let's just read it. So, I don't know what to say, but is there a hint there?

If you weren't told the word in advance, the handbill itself would have hints about words that only Leonard and I could understand.

Otherwise, there is no point in sending me something like this.

"Yes, there is.... well, 'what did we compete for with pride?'"

"'Elements'"

The moment I answered immediately, I thought that the handkerchief emitted a blue and white light for a moment, and the text came up as if the ink seeped.

It's like it's burning out, the magical power is amazing.

"What did it say?

"... mmm, this is more troublesome than I imagined."

My life has finally settled down.

The trouble fell like evening to me, who stood at the crossroads of my future life.