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

"Ah, it's snow!

Tension rises all at once on the fine snow stroking your cheeks.

Going out onto the roof for a small run, he was also falling white at his feet.

It feels crisp and comfortable.

"Here, if you run so much, you fall"

I'm advised, unlike bee toddlers, this is Alasser. I don't fall in this much.

"Hehe, it's okay. Look, sprinkle the boots for the winter."

... Conto likelihood took my foot off the snow and dived from face to snow in a grand way.

……

Mr. Abel, who looks frightened, puts his hands on both sides of me and wakes me up a little helpful.

Mr. Abel told me softly that he was too shy to say thank you, because it's cold and it's going to be quick.

I whistle as I thank you for that, pi, pi, pi, pi, pi, pi towards the sky.

Then I lost it so much that I could see Dora flying from the direction of the school forest.

Bright red appears in the white-dyed sky. From a distance, it was well known that I was rubbing my hair even in the winter.

By the way, Dora is wearing a saddle and a saddle right now. They still don't let people on, but I'm starting to hate wearing that, so I'm hoping it'll be one more step.

... Nevertheless, spreading the wings is really big. Nearly two meters tall, but would the side be more than three times its length?

Dora, who admitted to me and Mr. Abel's appearance, came down to the tower after swirling over the sky for a while. The loud winging noise and wind pressure come down.

So first he folded his beak to me to greet him, then he also greeted Mr. Abel, who called him "Dracontia".

"After all, the first greeting is to you."

"Hmm. I'm better friends."

"... it must be a mistake because you folded."

Oh, I'm a little obstinate. It's subtly gyto-eyed.

Apparently, Dora went to me first and she's jealous.

In fact, the Warcraft I folded by Tarot seemed to think of me as my husband, and the next attitude I felt was that of Mr. Abel, the next proximity and the little ones.

This is still under study, but the Warcraft will still be harmless to all humans once the Tarot is used.

Since there are no signs of diminishing effectiveness, it probably means "I admitted I was a superior to the person who gave me down".

"Usually I take care of you, but you're being mean."

With that said, Mr. Abel is gently stroking Dra's neck after all. You've been hiding a lot of warcraft lovers lately.

There's something cute about being jealous. What a windy thought and nibbling, Dora began to feed.

The snow is getting weaker, and can I keep giving it here?

"Yes, yes, wait a minute"

That's what I say. I take the demon stone out of the porch, put it on my palm and offer it up.

Then Dora slowly succumbed to the giant, trying to lay her forehead on the demonic stone.

The magic that was in the demon stone overflows at that moment, and it sucks into Dra's side.

It was like transferring water from vessel to vessel. The magic flowed smoothly, and the demonic stone crushed and dusted the moment it was emptied.

As I've found out from breeding, there are things that warcraft eat a normal diet and things that they rarely eat.

This Dora is a typical non-eating mould, and once every few days, I would be satisfied if I gave her more magical magic stones. The same goes for other large Warcraft haddies and Elives.

After all the experiments, Tofer and Kro, the warcraft of the eating system, also seemed dissatisfied, but only the demonic stone appeared to be full, so perhaps either way, they found that it was "eating = consuming the magic power of prey and plants".

And vice versa, Dora can also eat rice from her mouth. I can eat it, but I have to have a great amount of it, whether it's inefficient or not magical enough.

A fairytale monster who carelessly hides a magic weapon or treasure ball that shouldn't be available, maybe eating the magic of the land accumulated on that item.

Apparently, the Warcraft merchant's sister normally gave meat and cereals to every kind, but even more so, because high magic holders like me and Mr. Abel can't mass-produce that much magic demon stone without providing it that sounds like it.

With her stomach full, Dora went out for another empty walk when she sounded satisfied.

I dropped that off and took a breath that you had finished taking care of things to do during the year for one second.

For once, Brother Ville, there is still work such as installing your handmade nest box on the roof, but it feels like we are done with what we do in direct contact with the Warcraft.

... then all I care about is Mr. Abel.

Whether you were watching the snow or Dora's whereabouts, look up at the sky and pull his sleeve a little blurry.

They gave me a face about what it was, so I thought about it a little before I said it.

"They want us to have a New Year's Eve gathering with the rest of us in the Imperial Capital or to help your mother...... we may be too busy to come here for a while"

Well, I'm talking about a few days of those scheduled detention periods. I dare to lay it down and tell you.

When I said that, Mr. Abel leaned just a little after blinking once.

"... right"

- For a little while, can I hope?

For a little while, may I assume that I, as a friend or companion, exist in Mr. Abel?

That's all we do together. Could you spare a few goodbyes to the crowd, say hello next year, or say goodbye that sounds like the end of the year?

While I think it's a bad thing to say something like try, I look up a bit in anticipation.

Then Mr. Abel said, turning his beautiful face into a colour of sorrow.

"Preparing the Demon Stone by yourself is a broken bone... but you have no choice."

Hmm, and to Abel, who looked really troublesome and sighed, he seemed to be greatly zucked.

Not at all...... damn!

Not at all?

Somehow I regretted it, and I thought to myself, "Humph!" When I was, I heard a trembling voice.

Huh? And I look up, and Mr. Abel is shaking. Glossy white hair shivers as she sieves and her mouth is covered with one hand.

I mean... I'm laughing so much.

"Heh, heh. You're easy to understand..."

"Huh... Huh?

It makes me pompous on sights that are too rare.

If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Abel is laughing. Turn that away too, cover your mouth... isn't that a laugh?

Mr. Abel, who wet his eyes tears, sighed strangely, ha. I float the color that I see for the first time in its beauty.

And the more luscious, somewhere mean, I laughed.

"You wanted me to say I miss you, you.... You're so busy."

……

I put it down for a beat, or my face became red a lot.

Unexpectedly upset by the fierce shame of the mystery.

It's better for the law to prohibit a handsome man from saying such a dialogue. There will surely be a victim. Something.

I mean, you're finding out your intentions, give me a break!

"No, we don't... no more! Don't laugh!

I hurried to try to correct it, but Mr. Abel, who saw the redness of my face, erupted again pointing that way.

How about a first clear laugh at me, not a smile, but a blast? No, a nigga laugh first?

In any case, the difference in treatment with the Warcraft is not severe? Wasn't there more point to smile at first?

Why don't you be kinder to the little girl??

Ahhh...... But above all, I am ashamed to be spotted shallow.

Well, if you say, "I won't be able to come for a while," and you keep staring at your complexion, you'll know about your intentions.

Mr. Abel just concluded on his own the other day that he didn't seem so blunt.

Driven by the desire to escape now, but I can't retreat unless I manage to recover it.

I think so, but when Abel saw my face, which was so full of thought, he covered his mouth again, so he missed it and slammed his vainly high hips in front of him. Limits.

"Already! 'Cause at all... no, it's nothing!... Don't laugh!

Well, Mr. Abel needs someone she can count on, or someone she'll get along with doesn't have to be me, and I think it's beautiful.

Because just poorly guided poncho geeks like me...... I'm sure, because I thought he couldn't be saved.

That's what I'm thinking, but I was just wondering if we could have gotten along a little as friends and fellow researchers if we'd been working together all this time. I think so.

I've been with Prince Ile ever since he couldn't do his flying gear research on his mystery move. I admit I was a little greedy. Ooh!?

But that's as good as it sounds... Oh my God, I want to say but I can't, so as a consequential resistance, I had to punch her like a pussy.

"Ok, ok.... Look, we're going downstairs. If I catch a cold, they'll kill me near you."

Ignoring his rambling arm while saying so, he is held and transported indoors. It makes me more and more ashamed to treat that child.

Stop it! Anyway, only now, I don't know anymore, but if I do, don't let the beautiful turtles near you! And I almost went mad, but there's no way I can say this again.

"Hey, what's" okay "? So hey, oh already......! Be gentle, like making it more of a warcraft!

If you're a warcraft opponent, you're in the habit of showing unlimited kindness! Be more co-researcher friendly!

I thought... and said so, Mr. Abel said all the time.

"You're either a rare beast"

"Hmm......"

This guy stirs up.

Mr. Abel, shaking his shoulder again on my stunned face, held me back and held me a bit stronger, either to make me look that way and not to piss me off any more.

That makes my face invisible but slightly trembling, so unfortunately I know I'm being laughed at.

To summon out of embarrassment in many ways is ignored all the time, and taken.

Brother Ville, whose hair was blurred by Crowe and Toffel, looked at us and said, "What!?" Until he came to seize me, I remained unsettled by the disturbance of the pace.