Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

A new researcher has been sent from the School of Magic in Wang Du.

The person who will be the head of the demonic research that moves without example demonic crystals (batteries).

Even this Turkiiban man seemed to raise his hand if he said that his glory to the King's Capital would come true, but there seemed to be no suitable person to the extent that Professor Marino could influence him.

That's why I don't think we need to call from Wang Du... but that's not what students say.

Anyway, the person who traveled all the way had an unexpected background.

"I'm Laura Sleira. This is my first research job, thank you."

Numerous medals hanging from the chest.

An honor discharge (...) sabel lowered to the waist.

It was the ex-military who came.

That's probably pretty big, too.

The woman's eyes were soft, but the blonde hair made of gutter and dough was a harsh impression.

But the army...

Well, I can't help but strike at the army's taste for the operation of demon-making without demon crystals.

I don't have a wave, I just get results under her.

Let's take it easy.

Even so, the school is a school of excellence.

As long as you get your grades right, it's easy.

But I personally have a lot more to do.

Apart from my own ambitions, for example, I have a duty to connect my 'Schenker family as a wizard' to the next generation.

It's not hope, it's duty.

I don't know, I stopped marrying you, so you can live whatever you want as long as you make money?

I thought so, too.

I used to think it was a simpler world.

But after entering the lab, the aristocratic society rubbed me and rubbed me, and I found out a lot about it.

The world isn't even sweet for nobles.

Strong power creates obligations.

For example, let's say you have K, a civilian wizard who graduated from school at 18.

He became an official and worked, and when was he 22?

Compared to the civilian population, earning is a difference between cloud mud, and an easy-going one-man quitter is not bad.

Of course, there's no way I can get a daughter-in-law from a civilian because I'm a wizard, but I'm free to take care of myself in a whorehouse or anything.

He was singing his youth.

That's where I came all of a sudden from my boss, a pageant.

Besides, your opponent is 10 years older than you, a lady with children (...).

Though a wizard, he's almost civilian, his boss is noble, there's no way he can say no.

And he was to have a family, and then he joined the aristocracy with two children.

Congratulations.

Common.

Very common story.

The aristocratic side does this in good faith (...) to a young man with eyes on him.

If you don't want to, you can say no.

Throwing in words that don't make sense.

I'm dressed for something.

Three guys from a local celebrity, huh?

I'll have a proper conversation soon, even with the nobles.

That's why I'm married to a 13-year-old.

If you're getting married anyway, I wouldn't complain if my husband was indulging in hobbies without working, because an unmarried woman would be nice...

By the way, this is what I was told and shaken by the lady in my class who was powdering me.

"You can only talk about plays?

Yes, you are.

But there's nothing else fun in this cultural backward zone... give me a break.

That's why I make tearful efforts every weekend to show my face to the salon, to go to a tea party where hobbyists gather, to send poems to girls in my next class.

But the hard part about hard work is that I'm not working hard enough?

Or am I the creep that can only talk about the play?

That's how my friends at school, Gini and Ella, visited me where my marriage didn't go well and I was stunned at home.

"You've been looking for a girlfriend lately? No, you're not hot."

"Gini-kun, you shouldn't have said that."

"Did the dowries come to laugh at one?

I'm saying this... I don't actually know anything about Gini's pardon or Ella's pardon.

Isn't it a pretty bad person that these two people don't want to talk about things they don't usually have to say?

I don't like it if three friendships collapse at the same time as marriage.

I thought I'd introduce you to a woman today.

"She says she's a pretty reputable woman, she's a deep-window maid."

"She had beautiful chestnut hair all the way around her waist, like a goddess in the opera" The Empress of Onion. "

"Why is a woman of such a reputation unmarried?"

You're frigid at this point already.

I guess the leftovers have a reason.

"That's it, you know, somehow you're the one who's conditioning your marriage, and there's not a lot of people who can make it to your glasses."

"What are the terms of that?

"I don't know that."

He said, "Go and tell me."

How fluffy...

But you care about what you care about.

Honestly, it's not even a straw thought.

"Let's take a poem once in a while."

"That's right, I'm trying something."

"Hmmm...... well, why don't you just go"

It is basically us who are remarkable.

Half the anticipation, half the chill, he quickly headed to the house of the rumored lady.

Its house on the south side of Turkiiba was built in a harsh martial arts mansion style, with a concierge yard.

As a first touch, I just let our slave chicken have a poem for the example lady to turn to and not...

An unexpected word returned.

"They're going to see you."

"What, really?

"The lady will wait in the garden"

A strong butler with a true-letter cut on his face led us to meet with a deep-window courtier with a tremendous sense of speed.

He is led through a tiny submersible in a heavy gate to a boneless squad right next to him to wait.

I mean, this is the garden!

"Who sent me a poem?

The young lady showed up at an amazing speed.

Two friends are pointing at me on the side.

Because of the speed so far, the impression of a deep-window maid has already disappeared, but she is truly beautiful.

The colored eyes are so large that they seem to fall off zero, they look well on the dark eyebrows that I feel the strength of my will.

The rumored chestnut back hair was tucked away in the net, from which it was covered with a pitch-black helmet.

So, is it a recent epidemic...?

Her chest was wrapped in armor and I'm not sure, but her long, stretched legs made her stand as beautiful as a painting.

Speaking of reputation, it's reputation...

Sounds a little noisy though.

"I don't know poetry."

"Oh really..."

"No plays, no cooking, no songs, no pins. Embroidery, flowers, tea..."

Pompous, says the lady.

"Well, that can happen, right?"

"I like swords."

"Heh heh."

"So..."

She pulled a straight silver sword out of her waist and said with a rotten, burning eye.

"The wedding is decided by the sword."

Dragon sculpted, it reflects sunlight and glows.

Moment after moment, we were starting to run like shears without knowing from any of the three of us.

"Let him go! Your daughter's trial ritual. Ah!

"Hit me!

"Rope it! Rope!"

We rushed through a battlefield of noisy voices with selfless obsession.

If I wasn't a regenerative magic genius, what would have happened...

The lady in the deep window is already punished...