It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

After that incident, I deepened my ties with Tütte.

Hi, I'm Mary Regalia, six years old.

It's early, it's been three years since then, and I'm growing up fine. Live long! NO EVENTS! GOODRA - IF! But as I grew older, I even began to worry about certain things.

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Paki!

After a gentle afternoon, the pattern of cups I had made a dry noise and cracked as I was eager for tea in the corner of the garden.

"Are you all right, lady!

I look at me wondering if Tütte, who was holding back beside me, is injured.

"It's okay, Tütte. I was just a little overpowered when I put it down, so I was alarmed."

Show her the hand you had to reassure her. Tütte strokes her breasts down in a ho when she confirms that her thin, bright white fingers remain beauty without scratches.

"Ha, I was worried. Still, ma'am, is it again? I can't believe I broke the cup with a little force on my finger. Is this also a trick that a young lady can't remember from her previous life?

"There's no such move."

It was no exaggeration to remove the broken cup while we had a conversation, and Tette's handling of bringing a new cup was good, not to say accustomed. As a matter of fact, I didn't hide myself from her, who would always act with me, and I was talking about who I was.

About power, even memories of previous life...

I didn't like to hide things from her, so I was suspicious if you could believe me, but when I didn't cover it up and talk to her, Tütte...

"Hehe, is that a memory of a previous life, that's amazing! That's the lady."

(Yeah, I have no idea what's just fine, but I didn't have any bare temptations to suspect it, so I guess I'll try to be good)

Back to that incident, I realized I was surprisingly powerful. And I also knew that when I became conscious, it would be hard later. Too much force will destroy all sorts of things.

Does that mean that the normal unconscious manoeuvres I've been to will no longer be able to do so as soon as I become conscious?

"How powerful was I to hold this door?," which makes me more conscious, and as a result, my behavior is one tempo behind and following around.

If I had worked out my body from myself and gradually built on it, I would have been able to feel it, and save it, but I couldn't feel it, and I can't feel it, because I had a tremendous amount of power in my hands when I realized it.

I was in the kind of mood where I kept pointing a pistol at my opponent who didn't know if or when there would be such a murder weapon.

I think this is a death and life issue if I ask my father to let me learn martial arts even now, and if I don't move my body as much as I want to so that my powers can be felt, and I asked my father before to learn the art of protecting myself.

"Cute you, martial arts don't suit you. And if anyone tries to hurt you, I'll find them beforehand, and I'll kill them all."

And I have a history of not being able to say anything to Dangerous Father, who answers with a refreshing smile.

Then I thought I could sneak up on myself and move my body as much as I wanted, but that was sweet.

That should be the Duke's Lady, for some reason I was always in someone's spotlight, to family, servants, visitors to the Mansion, etc.

"The lady's presence makes her eyes nail in half, so mysterious and frivolous. Please be aware."

is the word of Tütte.

At that time, let's blush and don't go into it at this time when for some reason I was being sloppy.

Therefore, I acted daily freaking out that I would break something without being able to take measures, and I had turned most things into what a weak being that I borrowed the hands of Tütte.

In addition, even in the past life, I was applauded for not being at all resistant to entrusting my daily life to someone because I was a sick person.

My warrior temperament father said that I was weak, didn't try to work out at all, on the contrary, loved me like a brittle and delicate glass worker. I was so overprotective that when I realized it, I started to say the dangerously things I mentioned earlier.

"Ha... you're in trouble. I can't believe it's so hard to save the power."

"Not all things are made by the lady."

"Besides, next year there will be a ritual of divinity, it's hard to meet other children and make a catastrophe, because if you're a lady, you'll crush those children with a single Decopin blow."

"Please don't call people monsters. I don't have that much power... I guess..."

The rite of divinity.

The seven-year-old goes to the temple, is a major event where he is entrusted by God and taught the possibility of dwelling in him.

Here, force, intelligence, magic, all kinds of possibilities suggest that kids decide what they need to learn for the future.

(So am I a force? That would give my father an excuse to teach martial arts)

I optimistically expected a major event the following year.

But I had no idea at this time that the expectation would be to lose my temper in an unimaginable trust.