Life with my Little Sister

My name is Tordie.

I am a wizard of unscrupulous national service.

In the fold of a fifteen-year-old adult, I could hire you to this country.

From my friends who are freelance mages,

"You have no guts choosing to serve the palace in a chaotic situation."

Or sarcasm, for once, I'm an official.

For what I'm getting a steady income, I think it's a more waveless life than a freelance magician.

Usually I do chores - like, I do the lower end.

It's the organization of materials, it's the use and run, it's the appraisal of demonic props, and so on.

My job this time is to be a magic licensed examiner.

They have a child who is only five years old and takes the seventh grade exam, and I have been ordered to take charge of that child.

When I heard you were in charge of the young man, at first I turned my eyes to see if he had been ordered to deal with the Fourth Princess of 'that', but apparently not.

What a surprise.

Besides the Fourth Princess, you should say you're young - no, you're young. I was surprised when I said that I had a child who was young and had passed all the exams with a full score.

Besides, his identity is civilian. Even more surprising.

Is it possible, that kind of thing?

No, that's how I was named to the practice exam because it was possible.

Why, when I was a young man, I was ordered to be in charge of national exams in practice, because I am regarded as a good 'handler'.

The other child is only a young child, so it depends on the bowl turning to me by saying you should avoid rough reps.

I'm not going to rely on the exam, but I have to take care of it. That's what they call a kid.

There have been some excellent young exams in the past, but I've heard that some 'overdone' exams have become a bit of a problem because they say they don't like their attitude. It must be natural to be cautious.

So I have to deal with it in a way that doesn't cause problems.

"Are you the examiner for your first job? There's nothing wrong with Senior Tordi."

There are those who speak to me like that.

I'm a one-year-old girl by the name of Reuce.

At first glance, it's a 'static' look, like a literary girl, but behind that eye look with glasses on, I feel something cold.

I'm a little bad at this girl.

It's not like me, not because I'm a real elite, or because there are so many rumors that I don't know.

It's a fundamental part, it doesn't mesh with me. Because I feel that way.

"Senior Tordi is excellent, isn't he? Whatever you leave to achieve, I'm sure they appreciate it."

She laughs that way, but does it feel like she's being mocked because my heart is dirty?

Reuce credited me with excellence, but that's not true.

Sure, I'm sometimes called brilliant, but that's obviously overrated.

For example, if you score 80 points, you can pass 10 exams, and you can score around 90 points on all of them - my excellence is only to that extent.

If there are people who can study well every time, they can achieve the same results or are within easy reach, that is, excellence that does not leave the mediocre realm.

Because it is impossible for me to have a craftsmanship like Princess Fourth, for example, that passes every time at full score.

And this daughter who voiced to me that she was brilliant - Reuce, not on my side, was close to the Fourth Princess's side.

There are in large part two State-owned sorcery institutions in this country.

"Tabernacle House" and "Backyard".

From academic research to miscellaneous matters related to magic instruction, the Tabernacle is an organization that deals with a variety of things, and when it comes to national sorcery organizations, it usually refers to the Tabernacle. There are a number of departments and bureaux inside, with the majority of State-serviced magicians in the superior house. A court magician or something, he belongs here.

The opposite backyard is the study of the curse ban and the investigation of the curse. This is where dangerous goods are handled, such as a vintage experiment on the crest, which you can't really put on the table.

By its very nature, it is said that the only person who can belong to it is a genius who has fallen out of his way or a protruding alien.

"That's a bunch of abnormal people," says the mouthless person, "but I'm only sure it's not a place for ordinary people to get in.

And Reuce is a magician from the back yard. What I am, of course, is the superior house.

It was normal for a person who had achieved results in the Senate to be recommended to and moved to the back house, but when she had grown up, she suddenly entered the back house.

In other words, she is also a person who has been called a prodigy or genius.

She's so good at that. I don't care what you lift, I don't feel like freaking out.

Besides, except for the back yard, she's a little puzzled.

There are currently a number of groups in our country that do not submit to the control of the King.

aristocrats, mainly senators.

Influence throughout the continent, the Church.

A representative civic association of the common people.

Various guilds with their own connections, force and financial power.

interracial people living within the kingdom.

And a party to the effect of witchcraft supremacy.

This does not go beyond rumours, but there have been stories of Reuce being kind to any of those forces, and on the other hand, of being hostile to any of them.

She herself calls herself the Wang Party, but I have no art of judging it.

Why is such a luce beside me?

It was explained that a white feather arrow stood as my supporting role when I was to do my first examiner.

It's me without a career, so I do want an adjunct...

"There might be some future heroes in the exam venue. If so, that would be useful, seniors."

She says so and laughs calmly. Is that true?

No, whatever the seniors' thoughts are, it doesn't change the fact that I have to concentrate on the exam in front of me.

Fortunately or not, the seventh level practical exam takes place in a way that is closer to sports and games than combat.

So it's salvation, assuming you make a mistake, that doesn't make things irrevocable.

It's easy to do.

Reuce says.

"Actually, seniors. I'm a little concerned about my senior exam partner's child."

That would be natural.

I'm only five years old and I'm a magician candidate, so no wonder I pay attention.

When I answer that, Rhus shakes his head with a smile on his face.

"No, seniors, that's not all. I was not interested because I heard of the" track record "of passing all the exams, but because I saw the answer sheet the kid wrote."

What does that mean?

I tilt my neck.

Sure, some exam contents appreciate originality, but that should be at a higher grade. Written exams up to at least grade eight are all about the subtractive method, and there shouldn't be much room to pinch your own perspective.

"Senior, it's not that hard to talk about. We're talking about more, more, more, more, more."

In front of my troubled eyes, Reuce gave me a pen spin when I twirled cleverly.

It's this kid's handwriting.

"Handwriting?"

"Yes, because the letters this kid wrote - I don't think they're very child's."

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If you ask me, it was indeed a beautiful and neat handwriting as an adult.

But I don't care how many kids have beautiful letters.

Conversely, even an adult with a child's or less vicious bruises can do as much.

When I told him that, Reuce had no particular objection and nodded with laughter.

"Yeah. So now I'm still just curious. No, you're expecting it. If it's any secret, it's funny enough."

She smiled again.

Unlike earlier, that smile was oddly compelling.

There's only one thing I can tell.

It was just that this five-year-old was the subject of interest to Reuce.