Jitsu wa Ore, Saikyou deshita? ~ Tensei Chokugo wa Donzoko Sutāto, Demo Ban’nō Mahō de Gyakuten Jinsei o Jōshō-chū!

Today is the day when a visiting delegation will visit from the Wang capital.

I totally forgot. I was in a hurry to get ready and I managed to make it.

"It's kind of dusty. It smells weird, and this is the one in the country?

A boy with tea-based hair was complaining as he stepped out of a luxurious carriage.

It's a good place to look from your outfit. His face is neat, but his eyes are not good. Words and attitudes are bad. My dislike type is in the middle.

"Rias, you're being rude. I thought you said you wanted to go with me.

Now a beautiful girl with blonde hair came out. I'm a little older than I am, but I kind of look like an adult. The pant look is quite a travel costume bundle, but the fabric looks luxurious, and I could see how well I grew up.

"Oh, I'm telling you the truth."

What is this fucking kid?

As I looked down, my eyes met. I'm staring.

There, the giant broke in.

"All the way, welcome. Her Royal Highness Princess Marianne, and His Royal Highness Prince Rhias"

An uncle with a mustache and a strong face. My father-in-law, Gold Zenfis, is a magnificent man even at the age of 52. He is such a powerful man who draws royal blood among the nobles and guards the borders of other countries when war strikes no wonder.

If such a father is the one to be feared, I can more or less imagine it.

Well, it's definitively obvious at the time of the call.

These two were my fruitful sisters and brothers today.

A busty fucking kid (probably Lias) stared at his father this time.

"Hey, what's" and "? Besides, you told me later."

"This is... excuse me. I was told that the head of this inspection team was Her Royal Highness the Princess."

"It doesn't matter! I'm a prince, right? It's the next king!

I'm super bad at the prestige of these hands, so I was even blurry.

"You there! What were you looking at earlier? I don't suppose you have any complaints about me, do you?

They thought I was staring. Could it have been attributed to you?

My father shelters me once in a while.

"I apologize for my son's disrespect. My shallow mind starts in the first place, so I'm responsible for everything."

"Well, this is the magic level two scumbag."

Rias mocks me by blocking his father's remarks.

My father is tingling around the temples. Five seconds ago.

Nevertheless, my father was a man of good sense by being a man of war. I don't feel any better about what a child is saying or doing. It's not like Frey, it's like Frey. No, really, if I were here, he'd be attacking me. You picked up your life, kid.

"Lias, come on! No matter how royal you are, because you are royal, you need the courtesy to show."

There was a conscience over there, too. Princess Marianne is my mother's sister. Beautiful. I'm sure the mother isn't the only scumbag mother with a handle on her face and magic.

Meanwhile, embarrassed Lias, when it comes to you, you sound a little tongue-in-cheek.

"Um, come on, sister, will you stop facing me? You and I, we're in a different position. It's only a tool of politics. You and I have a position."

"Lias, you are a child..."

Out of anger and remorse, Marianne, your sister is shivering a lot.

Lyas looked at it with pleasure and then turned to me for some reason.

"These are the ones who need courtesy, right?

And then, why don't you just point your finger at me?

"I'll take care of it right away. Just right for solving a stiff body on a long journey. Hey, you, fight me."

What's going on with this guy's thought circuit? Pure interest.

"Your Royal Highness, that is too... too powerful"

"Ha, of course I'll give you a break. If it's a magical shootout, it'll be over in a flash, shall we do it with a sword? I have zero magic talent. You're doing your audition, aren't you?

Even after this, Marianne tries to lose it.

"Fine, bring me something!

I ended up being pushed off and I was supposed to play sword battle.

Dad gave up and said, "I'm sorry," but I don't need to apologize at all. I just didn't want to get into any trouble and drop my shoulder.

Move into the courtyard, with a wooden knife in your hand and relative. The distance is about twenty meters.

Even a wooden knife is iron planted in the core in order to bring it closer to its serious weight. It hurts so bad when you get hit, this.

"What's a bull? Don't worry. I have little trouble auditioning my sword."

Ryas nibbles and runs with his mouth. It's a chant. His body glowed a few times, and the wooden knife glowed. Increased agility to muscle strength, increased speed to react to lighter weight, and then increased armament?

I'm not familiar with anything other than junction magic, but I found out about it in the analytical junction I put up on the retina.

Then we find out the magic level of Lyas.

The current level is [9]. Twenty times the amount of magic I have. Is the maximum magic level [40]? Wow.

"Let's go!

Screaming, Lyas kicked the ground. A progression where a step can be as much as three meters. As opposed to the level of a child, he fleshes on me faster than an Olympian. Are you going to seal my movements, keep your posture low, aim around your knees, and scowl the wooden knife to the side.

If I hit it, it probably hurts a lot.

If I don't do anything, I'm sure my bones will break.

So I...

Hilarious. Boop. "Yikes!?"

I'll fly up and poke you in the back of the head. Mr. Rias, I scraped the ground in my face with a crushed voice.

"Hey, hey...?

Finally stopped, Lyas turns to me to jump while he falls and is surprised as his nose bleeds unnecessarily.

I think I rubbed it lightly. Is there not that much damage?

"Didn't you say so, Your Highness?"

My father twinkles with blush.

- 'Too much strength', and.