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

"What, you too"

I accidentally grumbled with vegetables, and they conveyed what I was trying to say. Mr. Abel put his hand on his forehead again, incredible.

"... No way"

"Er... maybe its dangerous magic... especially" I know about the magic team "

Nothing. I'm not trying to rob Mr. Abel of his knowledge, I know this one, and I just want you to cooperate. That's what I'm telling the appeal.

But.

The wind came in through the windows of the brightness, and a deliberate breeze blew between them.

"You are... who are you?

That.

Something very alarming?

Anyway, Cheat, you know a little bit about magic, and if you share secrets and become a fellow researcher, Mr. Abel is sure to have fun, and I can do tarot research on this excellent experimental site, the abandoned tower! I thought I was talking perplexed.

I don't know what Abel's gaze at me is... seeing monsters and shit like that is becoming...?

That's out-of-heart. I am just a good toddler.

"I was just a toddler...... I wasn't, I'm a schoolgirl, am I?

"Don't lie to me."

It was disputed in one second. No, he's really just a student, isn't he?

"Really. I'm a good student who just wants to develop flying magic!

Bubba! and when I stretched my chest, it was decent.

"Flying magic?... If you want to know Tarot, you can use Tarot"

"No, no, no, you can't use it that easily, that"

"Is there a distinction that you shouldn't use it casually..."

"I do!?

What is this mystery contest? I almost blew it a little carelessly.

"... why would you want to study that area, etc., when there is a distinction there? You'd better bury that in the dark."

"You can't say that either."

When I said that, Mr. Abel cleverly raised a single eyebrow to show.

Having gotten progressively troublesome, I decided to explain it all at once.

"It won't be long before a Tarot user shows up and reveals his secret to the public… it's possible. I can't tell you why, but it's possible that the user was born to know that secret magic."

"It's hard to believe in Russia... And I was born...? I don't know, everything."

Mr. Abel was slightly annoyed.

Well, Mr. Abel himself is the one who's going to show up soon!

What I was born to know is about me and, in some cases, Gabriela. I just tried to combine the two for a bit of a fluff.

And with this look, Mr. Abel wasn't born to know. I also camouflaged the possibility of a third reincarnator for a moment, but it doesn't seem so.

So that makes the source very concerned......

"That magic formation has something like a surface and a back, doesn't it? I have two goals, one of which is to know everything in advance so that when it's used for something dangerous, you can hit something that can be offset."

"... I see. So, what's the other one?

"It's about developing flying magic and flying the sky for everyone! Because Tarot is too dangerous to use, we're all studying whether the Alheo characters... can't be used with that old one."

Eh! And when I stretched my chest again, Mr. Abel looked slightly frightened.

"Goal scale would be too different"

"But it's both serious, it's true. Older characters are like an enhanced version of the rune character, so I'm going to publish any of them. It's more dangerous to leave the letters alone than they are in the world."

Research proper usage and entrust it to the right institution. It will also help in the development of this country, and if technology is developed, people in need may be helped.

But halfway through that research, my aspiration to be the leading researcher... even if flying magic is given only a little priority, isn't it punishable?

Speaking with a fluff of that, Mr. Abel closed his eyes and then set aside a beat and exhaled an oversized sigh.

"Is there greed or not... But research doesn't help."

"Eh."

Right now, I think it felt like I could have totally spoken it off!?

I thought about wasting my time and crying like a child, but Mr. Abel stopped because I had a feeling my heart was dying from staring at this one without a look on her face.

"I can't find a causal link between you fulfilling your wish and me helping you with it."

Hey, I'm saying something difficult.

Enough, if this happens, it's hard means.

"Well, for now, you don't have to be a fellow researcher. Instead, let me use the free space next door!

"... it's not a building I own, you can like it"

"Then I'll like it. And if I'm tired of the research, can I come here for tea? Isn't that nice? I mean neighbor!

"Ha"

"I'll bring you a delicious souvenir. Right?"

Mr. Abel, it's surprisingly scratchy, and if you get involved, it's going to be a fun tea party.

When she thought so and showed her special toddler smile, Ms. Abel put her hand on her forehead again and exhaled with great sigh.