Magi’s Grandson

When I woke up, it was inside a wooden house.

I heard the smell of dark wood and the sound of the burning firewood. Apparently it was helpful.

My body pain and breathlessness disappeared, and I was able to open my eyes that could not be opened, probably because of mud.

Looking around, there was an old man with a rich white beard and a long white hair.

Principal somewhere?

Tsukukomi is probably someone who helped me. This tried to call out to thank them.

"Aiaoooo"

After all the tongue did not turn well.

The pain was gone, but I was appalled as if I had some kind of disability, and the old man who noticed the voice came here.

" ◎ ○ ▽ ◇ □ ▽ △"

He spoke words that he didn't recognize.

As I was making my eyes pat, the old man tended to bring me a plate with a smiling soup and feed me.

As expected, it was embarrassing, so I moved my hand to eat it myself and looked at my hand and opened my eyes.

There was a peculiar hand peculiar to the child. I try to move it, but it's definitely my own hand.

Then he looked at the old man and leaned his head again.

(Is this grandfather too big?)

The old man looked at him with a worried face when he was amazed, so he drank the soup scooped by the spoon that was presented in front of him.

Then, the old man who gently broke his face gave me all the soup in the plate, and when he had finished drinking, he was stroked on his head.

When my stomach became full, I fell asleep immediately and was put to sleep.

What did you think in the fading consciousness?

(Yeah, too old)

was.

The next day, I woke up again and checked myself and my surroundings again.

I seem to be a child.

No no! It seems that you are a child! I thought, but this seems to be a reality.

It seems unlikely that this is a dream because you have already been sleeping and waking twice. So what does it mean to be a child if this is real? I came to the answer surprisingly quickly.

The old man, who might have helped himself, started the fire when he set the fire at the fireplace.

Magic.

The words cross your head. When I look around the house, I notice that there are no civilized tools.

I thought you were living a primitive life, but I don't think the standard of living is low.

From such modern people, one possibility comes to mind in a jerky situation.

(This is not the earth)

I have never seen magic on Earth.

Perhaps you just don't know. However, the state of this house, "assuming that there is magic," was a situation that was enough to make me think that this was not Earth.

Then, why are you here?

A world that is not an earth with magic.

Yourself as a child.

A language that you have never heard of.

An answer derived from this situation.

Reincarnation.

In this fantasy situation, this conclusion was easily accepted.

At the end of the previous life, your memory was vague, so you probably had an accident. It seems that he died without knowing it.

There is no point in thinking about that, but my parents have passed away and there is no lover. My hobbies are reading manga and Ranobe and watching anime while traveling to and from the company. And sometimes I just go touring on a motorcycle. I was always worried about the future, and it was not so sad to die.

…… I was a little sad about the life I felt like that…

I was reincarnated in a magical world, and I'm actually experiencing what I thought once, if I could return to my childhood with my current memories.

I was so excited that the old man who helped me brought me soup again.

And once your stomach is full, your consciousness will get away again.

No matter how excited you were, you couldn't compete against sleep with your body as if you were just one year old.