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

I don't have a hobby for peeking into someone else's private life. I mean, I wasn't interested in the first place.

But if the other person may be a demon god, this is legal. In me, though.

The tube growing from the conceptual back of the magical level was invisible to Senior Alexei.

So the demon, or the demon god possessed by Senior Zahra, switched over there.

I'll make sure of that, but I have to keep an eye on your secret meeting with Senior Zahra.

Paste the junction on one eyeball and connect it with the surveillance junction placed in Senior Zahra's room. I also put a junction in one ear, and the audio came from there.

"Confession of love...... how dare you keep those two away"

"You're not superficially wrong. It's true I'm asking you to marry me."

"For the sake of family, right?

"Is there a problem? Marriage between nobles is basically what it is, isn't it?

Senior Zahra threw the bouquet of flowers he was holding to the side of the bed.

"Atashi wants to enjoy free love."

"I don't mind your freedom after you've begotten my inheritance. Let me just say this as discreetly as possible."

Senior Zahra sighs at this.

Even so, don't be too dry. Is this what marriage stories between nobles look like? No dreams, no hope.

This is a story that has no connection with me in my quest to live in a different world with all my might.

"You don't have to answer now. Think slowly while you're at school."

"I'll let you do that."

Although, Senior Zahra is in fifth grade. Not as long as that.

"So? Is that what this is all about?

"Yes, I'm not talking about elbow strain. I just wanted to clear up some simple questions about how you ended up in bed."

Senior Zahra looked blatantly disgusted.

She is told, 'There is no need to say anything else about Shiva's involvement or experiments that raise her magic level'.

This time, visiting here was one of its aims. (Seems like Charles wanted to see you purely. Good boy)

So it's hard to imagine Senior Zahra talking perky.

I don't even think of him as an honest man who keeps his promises, but I trust him as someone who doesn't hesitate to run into safekeeping because of his own cuteness.

Nevertheless, I thought it would be better to control it here rather than static...

"It's Shiva. I want you to do what I say from here on out."

"Huh!?"

Senior Zahra, surprise me and look around. That's a very suspicious behavior.

But there are people (probably) who have forcefully survived the aristocratic society in which the Enchantress travels. "The fly wasn't flying?" and (against me) made rude remarks and misled.

I give a little ear to you. (I make sure she only hears me through the junction, and I don't hear Shall walking in front)

"Yeah, what could it have been? Yeah, well, you want to know why Atashi went to bed."

Senior Zahra answers firmly.

"When I went to dictate Hart Zenfis, Professor Luceiyannel helped me experiment with magic. Something happened and he fell."

The rhetoric is adrift. I have to say that the natural feel is just fine.

"You cooperated in the experiment without knowing what it was about?

Come on.

"Though I heard about it the other day, ancient magic is refreshing to Atashi. You said it was the magic reflux that fell."

"Assuming you did harm to the Marquis' maid, I think the professor should have been disputed?

"Your fathers misled me well. It's the Counts all over the place, and it's a hassle if it develops into factional crap."

Senior Zahra answers before I say anything to you.

Well, that's what we're actually doing around here. Zahra, if my father was outraged, he was going to try to persuade sincere sincerity (also called a threat) on the Shiva move, but he said Senior Zahra did a good thing for me.

"Hmm. Well, this is also the name of the injury."

"Oh, my God?

"You wanted to dictate you, didn't you, Hart? Even if it's my in-laws who are here to pay my respects, I wonder if I can welcome the fact that the distance has narrowed."

How could I have told the person who applied for marriage?

Are you talking about me?

"I can't. That kid doesn't have a fling in his eyes. It's not a waste of effort, Atashi."

Than that, and Senior Zahra had a mean grin.

"Alec isn't the Atashi, you don't have to dictate more about your sister?

"If you say no, I will."

Ugh, Senior Zahra skewed his face.

By the way, I'm about to erupt into murder, but I'll put up with it a lot. There's Charles right around the corner. Something I shouldn't scare you.

"Atashi, you can't say no anymore..."

Senior Zahra, who spits out in a whisper, knows. I would love for you to be a jetty.

The story has gone in a strange direction, and it doesn't seem to make sense to let him talk to Senior Zahra any more.

Come on.

"Do we still have a story? Atashi, I'm tired, so I'd like to sleep."

"Oh, I'm sorry you let me take the time. I repeat, you may reply slowly."

Senior Alexei returns pale with no appearance of getting her hair pulled back.

These days, me and Charles were on a boxcarriage heading to college.

In a rough, swinging carriage.

"Hey Shall. What do you want with the numbers?

I asked straightforward.

Shall be neat, then squeeze his face tight.

"The evildoers will also have an unshakeable" righteousness "at their root. Together, the ideals, the insistence, the understanding in words. If it's impossible, there's nothing more to it than to meet and talk about the cobbles."

Charles, what are you doing?

"I'm sure if you fight in the river plains, you'll be shouldering the sunset back after you're done!

Isn't it too showa?

"Nevertheless, Mr. Alexei said he would welcome Princess Marianne and Prince Lias. We should talk about a peaceful solution first."

When I saw Shall smiling, I was sure.

I see Senior Alexei's intention to contact the two of you.

I don't think I'll respond to the discussion.

If so, Charles thinks it's a certainty that the discussion will be broken and brought into battle.

All right, Charles. I'll make sure you're well fed.

Specifically, I'm going to think about it, but, brother, good luck!