Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

Open the heavy door. Hershelik visited a familiar place.

"This is the library.

Yes. Talk to the person who followed him.

The person talked to did not reply or nod, and when Hershelik followed him into the library he looked around with a grumpy face. Originally, he had no choice but to be convicted of disrespect for his attitude to the prince, but Hershelik had no choice but to divulge a bitter laugh because he had a grumpy cause for himself.

The person is actually a gender con man who seems to be an eye-catching beauty to everyone.

What makes him grumpy goes back about three minutes.

Hershelik and him after Utel's room. Hershelik took the lead and started walking.

(I don't know what that archbishop is thinking, but I'll keep it on here.

The church side, who couldn't even make contact from here, came from the other side with a leek duck state. The opponent would be up to something too, but even if it was a trap rather than zero without contact, one would be far better.

(You wouldn't do anything bad in a castle... hmm?

Hershelik realizes that his gaze around him is gathering on him sometime. He is constantly exposed to people's gaze from the standpoint of being a prince. I am not used to that gaze and I am uncomfortable, but I think I can't help it, but I felt more gaze today than usual.

And I follow everyone's gaze and I see him ahead and I'm convinced.

Beauty of the Dungeons, there is a saying. It means a woman of such beauty as to incline a country, but the words seemed to be for him because of their different gender. Because his beauty was so unpopular. So I guess, even those who could have been royal beauties in the rear palace stop their legs and look back as he passes. Men and women alike are nailed to his beauty.

(It's certainly beautiful, isn't it?

Hershelik leads the way and steals a glimpse of him. He had a different beauty from his father and brothers. My father and brother are certainly beautifully shaped, but they are men no matter where they come from. William, the second prince, and Utel, the fifth prince, have a neutral impression, but they can't be wrong about their gender.

But he won't think of himself as a man unless he hears his voice. No, the slightly higher voice is to the extent that I would be convinced if I were told to be a woman.

"What is it?"

"Eh."

I noticed Hershelik's gaze, he asks. After being lost for a few moments, Hershelik decided to ask what he most wanted to hear now.

"Woman, it's not, right?

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry.

Wrinkled between her eyebrows as much as she could, Hershelik immediately apologizes.

(It was true that beauties are scared when they get angry!

While sweating cold, Hershelik finds herself trying to rush to his destination.

(Ah, speaking of which, I don't know your name.

Hershelik was inadvertent. In other words, the archbishop looks back again, poisoning himself.

"What is it?"

Hershelik is frightened for a moment by a gender scammer who is even more grumpy than earlier. But it was still the cat that came to mind.

(Oh, they're really similar.

As first impressed, Ciro, a neighborhood wildcat who was in his previous life. When I'm in a good mood, it rings a bell, but when I'm in a bad mood, I'm a good-looking cat who waves away with a long tail just to look at it for a moment. Because I wasn't thin, maybe I had been fed somewhere, and I thought it might not be wild because the white hairs were always beautiful, but Ryoko thought it would be a wild cat because I would also see it late in overtime.

Hershelik speaks with no frustration to him as he looks down, thinking of such a cat silo.

"Um, can I have your name?

"It's not necessary. I have nothing to do with the royal family of this country, and I am not your servant.

Hershelik leaks a sneak sigh, saying that there are no islands to flirt with.

(This attitude really looks just like Shiro. Well, the wildcat Ciro was a tundra that makes me feel good. But the cat tungtung is adorable but I wouldn't adore it if the bastard hit me......)

Return your gaze to a beautiful young man like a beautiful woman in front of you again.

If you speak like this to the royal family, you will go to the barn for disrespect. Hershelik himself is still better than being treated with a blatant feisty attitude, and to this extent, what a ridiculous house. But it's inconvenient not to have a nickname.

"... I get it. Then let me call you Shiro on my own.

"Huh!?

Hershelik smiles at him hoisting a neater willow brow than earlier.

"'Cause it's inconvenient without a name, and if you can't tell me, you can't help it, can you?

Speaking of which, Hershelik remembers that he named himself even when he met with Crowe, while crushing observing him, whose beautiful face is taken aback.

(This guy doesn't feel clever enough to be involved in such a conspiracy or anything.

That was Hershelik's idea.

A person with something behind him would try to hide his grump. The more the back, the more facial expressions I make to hide. It is only Minister Barbasse but Archbishop Henil. Hershelik himself, I know because he makes the character Harmless Prince on the surface.

Hershelik laughs at herself to make sure she doesn't look like Shiro.

In a way, I'm just like them. But he felt different.

(Well, tungtung.

"Bye, Mr. Shiro. I'll show you to the library just now. It's a royal castle library, so I'm sure there's a rare book or something. I hope you're interested. Oh, and.

Hershelik bowed his head to him. All of a sudden, the young man... Shiro shrugged his grumpy face around, but Hershelik, bowing his head, didn't notice.

"I'm sorry I made a mistake with a woman.

Hershelik shows him his back and resumes the lead. He looked like Shilo said something, but Hershelik didn't notice.

(It has not yet been established that he is an enemy.

Hershelik thinks while leading the way. If you believe in your own inquiry, at least you didn't feel the danger of hostility, killing, etc., from him. Assuming that information and predicting where it is going is dangerous, unless it is definitive. If the assumption was wrong, it could be irrevocable.

(But anyway he did, the church moved... something must happen.

That fact alone could not be moved.

Now I took the liberty of naming him Shilo and inviting him into the library, Hershelik. Hershelik did not miss that the moment he entered the room, his grump changed for a moment.

(I was surprised when I first came here, too.

A library on the corner of the Royal Castle lined with magic and research bureau buildings. The room is made up of three levels of blowout, and all the walls you can see are books.

(This is type-addict heaven.

When Hershelik started studying and came here short of a library dedicated to the royal family in the rear palace, he was delighted from the bottom of his heart. This room quickly became a favorite with a calming scent of old books.

Hershelik entered the room and the male clerk tried to greet him, but Hershelik shook his head to the side and pushed him away. He's a reading friend and always tells me interesting books, but this time he doesn't seem to have the time to talk.

"Mr. Shiro, do you want to see something?

He was the one who was called an dishonorable name and objected for a moment, but he shook his head sideways like he'd given up and continued with another word.

"... do you have any magical related books?

"Yeah, then I guess this way.

That's how Hershelik goes up the stairs. Magic books should have been gathered upstairs.

Guided, Shiro takes the book with interest. The gaze began to follow the opening letter as it was.

Hershelik hesitates to speak to the way it is. Neither do I, but I don't find reading as unpleasant as being interrupted.

(Is Mr. Shiro a magician?

Hershelik crumbles and observes Shilo, who is concentrating on the book.

The line is thin and luxurious for a man, as I first thought. Thin as a white fish, such as a hand out of a robe. Such a hershelik is also a small, thin, muscular difficulty for men despite working out every day is the current problem.

(I don't even think about Oran or Cro, but I want it to be about the crowd.

It's hard to understand if you're wearing clothes, but the two make flesh out of considerable workout. Oran is slightly skinny for a knight, but actually a fine matcho, and Crowe has supple muscles of what beats Oran.

What about myself compared to that? Confirming Shilo's passion for the book, Hershelik rolls his sleeves. A familiar white, thin, luxurious arm appears and leaks a sigh.

(Isn't that just too thin?

I can't compare it because I don't have kids my age around, but I'm smaller than my generation if I trace my memories of my previous life. I have also tried to have pale expectations that the growth rate might be different because of the different worlds, but when I look at my brothers, I have to abandon the idea.

Again Hershelik leaks a sigh.

"Your Highness Hershelik?

Hershelik hurriedly raised his face to the voice he called. The royal family is the face of the country. It's speechless, such as being seen sighing.

But before he turned his gaze, Hershelik stroked his chest down because he cared about it.

"Hello, Mr. Saijer.

There stood a slightly tall young man in white. He is a research bureau official who is firmer than a scholar with blue eyes and glasses on his watery hair.

"Hello, to get the materials?

"Yeah, because I needed it for research.

That's what I said. My gaze is already on the bookshelf. He's a geek over there in the world. And a magical geek. I met him at the time of the drug incident, via Marx.

He is Marx's lead magician. He said, "I have a three-meal bedding, and I have no research, and I don't have a bothered boss." So he took it. He seems to have first-rate skills as a magician, but Hershelik has never seen the strength because he is interested in magic tools, especially those of the oldest times, and now puts his life at risk in restoring the oldest wisdom lost.

"What about you, by the way? Looks like a magician from what I've seen.

"Eh?"

Saying so, Saijer turns his gaze. Ahead, he eagerly reads the book of magic. Ciro's appearance. Cygel swings back on the frame of his glasses on his nose. Marx says it's his habit to do it when the scholar switch is on, but Hershelik doesn't know about it.

Saijer moved ahead of that when Hershelik tried to introduce him.

"Well, anyone is fine. You there!

"Huh?"

He interrupted his reading and Shiro turned to his face in a grumpy manner. If it were a comic book, it would depict about three blue muscle marks. By the way, when I asked if it was a woman, Hershelik compared that it was about five blue muscle marks.

Without even paying attention to his expression like that, Saijer packs his distance from him with his big crotch.

"Let me see that bracelet-shaped magic fixture!

There is a bracelet just ahead of Saijer's finger. It was a very sprinkling thing from Hershelik's point of view, but apparently it was a magic fixture.

Magic fixtures, albeit in a wide variety of ways. It would be a magical tool for scanners and copying functions when it comes to modern style that Hershelik is close to. It is an excellent way to copy documents by instilling magic in them. But they're not talking about magic tools like that.

"This magic ceremony is self-streaming? It's quite distinctive… are you shortening the activation time in this way? But in this case, isn't it going to cost you extra magic?

Cygel, who was so close to Shiro that he could still touch it, stares at that bracelet so much that he wonders if it would make a hole in it. There was a bracelet with a ruby-like stone on the gold ring. If you look closely, there were demon words carved in gold rings and stones. A magic ceremony, to be exact. The formula for constructing magic is a magic formula, but I can't handle any of it for Hershelik without magic, so I don't know one thing.

"... No, this is really intended to reduce activation time for emergencies. The best idea for magic efficiency is this magic replenishment type.

To Cygel's point, Shiro tries to show me another bracelet off. That's a blue gem embedded in silver as opposed to the earlier one.

"Hmm, I see. By replenishing the magic power from the beginning, it can be activated with less than half the magic. Then if you change this method, will it shorten the activation?

"I thought about it once, but then here's the problem………"

"Fum, that's hard to balance.

"Um?"

Uh, no, no, no, no. Hershelik enters the two of them blooming in magic rigging, horribly cracked. It seemed like we would continue to talk until the evening.

(What's this sense of abandonment!

Hershelik himself studied magic. However, because of the lack of magic, it ended only with basic studies, and I did not learn anything professional. Or I couldn't. Because the book cannot be read or tested, it is the current situation that I have not made my knowledge into my own.

"I beg your pardon, Your Highness Hershelik. You have lost me to a high-performance magic tool that is rarely seen.

Hershelik leaks a bitter smile to Saijer, who apologizes with his mouth but doesn't even make a scene at all. He is a scholar for better or worse. I'm loyal to my interests and spare no effort about them, but I'm also suspicious that I'll be in sight when it comes to other things I'm not interested in.

"Yeah, why don't you go with him to the practice area, if you don't mind? I hear you're planning to experiment with a prototype magic tool right now. I'd love to hear your opinion, too. [M] And I'm sorry, I'm going back to the lab. Thanks to you, a new way has emerged. Bye!"

The two of them dropping him off early enough. I was just supposed to pick up the material, but I didn't have anything in my hand, but it was after Hershelik already walked away from the library when he wanted to point it out.

"... Mr. Shiro is a magician, isn't he? I'm a little jealous."

"Jealous?"

Unexpectedly leaked, the real Hershelik presses his mouth all the way. I just couldn't undo the words that came out, so I looked up at him surprised and Hershelik replied with a bitter smile.

"Yes, because I have no magical talent.

That's a decision that I won't cover since I was born into this world. I have no talent for poor bodies, not even the art of protecting myself. Yet I have ambitions. And there are those who follow me.

(So I can move on.

"Oh, would you like to go to the practice area if you're interested?

Hershelik tried to make a bright suggestion to put an end to the feeling of darkening.

Speaking of which, my three brothers and sisters had asked me to do a special experiment in the practice area today, but my consciousness had completely gone to the church.