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

In the lab from the next day, Mr. Sleira never spoke more than he had to.

Adult attitude as usual.

I was in a hurry.

I was rushed as Mr. Sleira thought.

I want information on the legendary screenwriter, Medzias!

There are no magazines or televisions in this world, and distant places and people are all about human information.

I spent my days stuffy and the weekend finally arrived.

The play that booked the tickets is the famous work of Exile Things: The Exile of the Receptionist.

The guild chief who banished the impudent receptionist because he thought she was a woman without a back shield is actually a psycho thriller who gets backlashed by her, who was a necromancer.

Some up-and-coming actress, Miss Platnett's quirky performance, the play was a huge success, and Mr. Sleira, who was sitting next to her, should have enjoyed it.

I quickly brought her into a coffee shop near the school.

"Come on, it's not your fault today."

"Excuse me, I'm really curious to talk to you"

"Just talking about Mezzias? If it's over, what can I do for you?

"Oh, no... that's not true. Excuse me......"

It was a thought of fire coming out of my face.

From the theater to this point, I almost tried to pull my hand and brought him in.

When Mr. Sleira laughs bitterly, he can smoke.

When I lit it with fire magic, I inhaled the smoke deliciously.

"I'm talking about Medzias, but he was quite a prodigal. He didn't do very well in school and was keen to hang out with his play-loving friends and start a troupe."

I will magically write in my notebook so that I don't miss all of Mr. Sleira's words.

I'm obliged to deliver this word to all Turkiiba fans of the play.

"He didn't originally write a script because of his actor aspirations, but he threw more and more heartbreaks with a certain courtier into his writing activities during the period and dropped out of school. Play in a troupe with friends and earn a great reputation."

"It's" The Cradle of the Great Tree, "the story of the wizard youngsters burning the village of the Ear Elders for the mitzvah (initiative). It's a masterpiece of Mezzias when resentment toward society was swirling."

"Is that right? Well, I'm curious about that. He said he wrote about everything else, but if he had turned down the clerk's recommendation from his parents scattered, he'd have been furious. They kicked me out of the house a while after I met them."

"That's the 'anger' medius - where are you now?

"Rumor of the wind is that we built a theater for Muragorado..."

"Ugh! I'd love to go."

Mr. Sleira, who was staring at me with gratitude, said this by rubbing off a long cigarette yet.

"You're very different from what I've been hearing."

A glimmer of sweat flowed from his forehead on Mr. Sleira's mysterious face.

Yes, it was.

This guy could be an inside man.

What was I floating about?

"The story you were listening to...... is it?

Tightening the feelings that were floating all at once, I confronted Mr. Sleira directly from the front.

"I was talking about a civilian who is brilliant, who has good grades and research, but smokes just because he can't use attack magic"

"Huh."

I mean, it's smoking, or I was gonna put out the fire properly.

"But what I was actually doing was studying and studying in one effort. He was an age-appropriate boy for a hobby play."

Having said that, Mr. Sleira smiled bitterly, "Shall we get down to business" and correct his residence.

"I met Chris Holden in King's Capital. And his successor, the foolish young man."

"Ha ha..."

Something tells me I don't like...

"Both were legitimate nobles, for better or worse"

"Oh, right... it's the pride of the lab"

"To a legitimate nobleman, I can't come up with an idea like that. You're the developer of the Demon Crystal Exchange Device, aren't you?

Ah...

SEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

I felt safe and sweaty.

Safe if you're talking about the Demon Crystal Exchange Demon.

Good thing the Demon Crystal Factory (Jinzuo Dungeon) didn't find out!!

"What, I'm not blaming you. I think it's common to keep civilians safe, and vice versa."

Apparently, she decided I was positive to keep my mouth shut, and Mr. Sleira took a sip of coffee and then started talking to her on her own.

"But those who are good for your country, even if they are civilians, must be taken away, right?

Second, I felt a gaze other than that of Mr. Sleira.

Sticky, prickly, ever felt gaze.

Look at the window.

One day the colored eyes I saw looked at this one.

"Fortunately, you're not a pickup, you're 13, I'm 21, a little away... but what are you?

Next to Mr. Sleira stood a lady in one day's deep window, wearing armor and a straight sword to her waist.

"You've been wanting this for a while, haven't you?

"I hear what"

"No matter how many times I cut my ankle off, an interesting way of fighting to play while running"

"Hey, listen to me"

"Thought I'd ask you your name."

"What can I do for you?

In front of me, who was rigid enough to unfold, a raised Mr. Sleira grabs the collar of a deep-window courtier.

The lady in the deep window looked up at Mr. Sleira, tall for one head, with a fierce grin.

"Oh, you, Sleira, not the former (...) Major?

"How do you know me?

"In Wangdu, it seems our porter has been rubbed for a long time"

The lady in the deep window shows Mr. Sleira the sword with the dragon sculpture, were these two familiar?

"Swordsmanship, Zarkudo... they're useless in battle."

"Alas, it's better than you still relying too much on magic to get rid of your demons"

"Don't say it!

"I can't make a decent kid without a demon. Your duty as a nobleman is done, but as a woman. What a miserable thing."

That's how someone grabbed the two shoulders that heat up disappointingly.

The owner of the store.

I called you.

"Sir, I'm in trouble"

This is a store run directly by the School of Magic, and there's no way a wizard can ignore the words of this shopkeeper.

In the meantime, I did my accounting and I was out of the store.

Run, but win!

Can you hang out with those guys!

The next day, I was with Mr. Sleira again.

They called me after the lab.

In a different store from yesterday, I sat in the back seat.

"Yesterday I showed you the ugly part"

"No."

"The Zarqd Stream is a shallow companion, and we collided every once in a while in Wangdu."

"Really?"

"So, yesterday I was talking..."

Yabe, I don't really remember.

It's like he said something about the difference in years.

"Let's get straight to you before we get in the way again, the country wants to take you in."

"What, why?

"Your research compressed just over 10% of military spending, it's a problem to keep that talent afloat"

"Was that what was happening..."

"I'm the one you're dealing with, but if you don't like it, tell me."

With that said, Mr. Sleira with a faint look, but no, wait, wait, wait.

"Aren't you this nobleman, Mr. Sleira, if that's all right? Anything civilian..."

"Oh, that's no problem. I've been given an independent home. If you say it to the Mezzias, it's" banishment. "

"Then how come again..."

"You've used your demons to crush them, and you don't have a strong magic child from a person without a demon. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna need more magic from the next generation."

"Huh? I mean, I can regenerate my demons..."

"What!?

"Ugh!!!

The desk was destroyed by Mr. Sleira, who rose to momentum, and all the hot coffee came down on me.

"What do you mean? Such information is… yes, a uniformly undervalued harm other than your species! Damn!"

I hope it's nothing cheap, Mr. Sleira, who wipes me with a handkerchief in anger.

"Anyway, I couldn't give it to any other nobleman more and more. Will you accept my engagement? Schenker."

Marriage is a wish or a fulfillment, but I have an ideal.

"Are you sure you want to make some terms?

"On what terms? A concubine? I won't let that happen."

Oh, my God, this guy's super scared of his eyes under a sudden tension.

I wonder if he's the exclusive craving sucks type.

"No, play is my hobby, but I'd like to have it with my theater someday, too, okay?

"I don't care what that is. Sometimes you take me to the play, too."

I went back to my usual soft eyed girlfriend.

Rotten relationships are landmines, aren't they?

Oh, yeah!

I didn't hear the key thing.

"I don't want to work anymore."

"Never mind, I'll feed you."

Damn this guy, he's handsome...

"Speaking of greed, I want research to continue, but nationally, Demon Crystal Exchange Demonstrators and current research alone will bring you change"

"And that...... was Mr. Sleira okay? I don't know..."

I honestly care about this place.

Marriage can't be overridden by a national decision, but she doesn't have to marry me if she cures the demon.

I want to be honest about my marriage, but I don't want to have as many discrepancies of preference as possible if the state is going to introduce me because of it.

I'm perfectly okay, by the way.

Mr. Sleira, you're a good ass.

Wizard women's personalities are all flying by civilian standards, and it's perfectly acceptable if you're about Mr. Sleira.

"I'm ashamed... I've been neglecting to call it sex until this year. I honestly don't know, it would help if you told me all about it."

I don't think it feels like it's possible or impossible.

Well, let's just say it hasn't started negative.

"It's just..."

Mr. Sleira stroked my head and said:

"I think you're cute like my brother."

This guy, he was from over there!

Thus, my marriage came to an end suddenly, without knowing what was going on.