Reincarnated into an Otome Game? Who Cares! I’m Too Busy Mastering Magic!

"Hih!?

I grabbed him like a cat child and went through the wall, and there was Abel, who looked like he put his hand on his forehead.

"You.... don't be too loud, I'm in trouble when people come"

"Oh, excuse me. I didn't know you were here."

"... I barely get out of this tower. If you need me, come to our room."

That's what he said. He opened my room door. When he followed Mr. Abel in, he was recommended a writing desk chair. Mr. Abel himself stands between the walls and arms.

Where there seems to be no chair for visitors, my lifestyle was perceived and I was about to be depressed... let's leave it there.

"Next is the chair."

I misled Mr Abel, who looked puzzled by my whining, by saying that it was nothing.

"No, this is the story. By the way, as declared, I brought you something to thank you for!

"It doesn't matter, you were nagging me last time. It's like an accident, don't worry about it."

"No, it doesn't. 'Cause that's when you destroyed the wind's demon stone to help me, right?

"... it's just a demon stone"

"No. That should be something special with old words."

I assure you, Mr. Abel was surprised to point the face away at Ba and this way. Then you stare at me with a sharp eye.

"You know what"

Bingo.

After all, that demon stone that Mr. Abel used was "the demon stone of the wind using the Arheo letters".

I thought it was strange. If you are just a demonic stone of the wind using rune letters, you cannot create such strong winds as to push the falling human body back into the air.

I thought it was because I used the rough business of slamming him on the floor and releasing magic at once, not simply using it, but still, because Mr. Abel is a "lass boss," I tried to camouflage him.

Over the past week or so, that possibility I got to while I was stuffily thinking about it...... clearly, it was not as much a matter of being able to leave it alone as Mr. Abel himself.

It is not necessary to think about what the state of "a man who has been repressed by solitude has great power of secrecy" will produce any consequence.

I thought of that as a mess. Think about it.

... but my reason for action wasn't like that, after all, saving this man from loneliness with a lofty sense of purpose, or monitoring the letters so they wouldn't be abused.

"Would you like to join me in studying that secret?

……

Also silent. But this silence was not the silence taken in the light of the last time.

This is a silence of vigilance against those who target their secrets.

"Let me tell you something, maybe I'm better than Mr. Abel... more than twice as familiar with that letter, right?

"... that's not the problem. I'm sure you don't know... it's not just that letter."

I'm saying something very difficult. No way.

Um, if you make me a fellow researcher, everything will be resolved, Mr. Abel is happy with compulsive chemo child therapy, and I'm happy with where the research is going, too, right? I thought so.

... Eh, Mr. Abel said something meaningful again in front of me that I was about to say.

"There are even more dangerous sorceries in this world. Get your hands on that letter and I'll drop in on you from someone dangerous. … it is not good for a child to stick his neck in curiosity"