"I'm sorry, Lord Bell. Don't you have a wand for wizards?
"Yes, sir. Even so, I only have one bottle, so I can choose..."
"It is sufficient. Now even a wooden cane (wood stick) for beginners would be appreciated. Can I borrow it until we get through the dungeon?
"I don't mind. - Hey, Mr. Reps. Aren't we friends?"
The wizard's grandfather bowed his head as he moved his bright white raven ear in his face that he was in sincere trouble. There is a broken star-shaped stick in its hand, and it is heard that the wand was damaged in the previous battle.
I deflect my body so that the world's most beloved brave man enters the extended line of sight toward my grandfather and remove the bumps from the branded luxury leather bag.
*. * Whenever I look at it, my chick ears are adorable. *. *
Me staring at it firmly under the guise of insignificance.
A very normal 18-year-old named Berlina Lacotte.
I'm sorry.
Shh. Fine.
For some reason she is a very normal woman with brown eyes appearance on brown hair that flutters and curls only at the tips of her hair......
Actually, I'm a reincarnator from different worlds. Then you have memories of your past life.