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

The school director looked at Mr. Abel more chilly and asked, "Can I talk to you?"

Mr. Abel nods.

"I don't mind."

"Right. … even if that creates a danger for the Lord"

"No problem"

The school director, who muttered that he understood, said to me and Dr. Ray, setting his gaze.

"Abel is bewitched to die at that moment if he uses more than a certain amount of magic."

Strongly put, the school director leaned slightly after a short while.

"Death..."

─ ─ If you say you weren't expecting anything at all, it would be a lie.

Still, I got stunned unexpectedly.

"Death. Naturally, Abel herself doesn't know how much magic she's going to use."

The school director goes on to us when we're out of line.

"This is what I had to do. Otherwise, as a dangerous molecule, I was told not to have you killed by accident."

The school director stared quietly at his palm.

I used that "magic"... apparently the school director.

Mr. Abel opens his mouth quietly.

"I don't resent you. Rather, because we can live because of it. As much as I appreciate it."

When Mr. Abel said so, the school director looked obstinate.

"I didn't want to say that, and I miss David, but I didn't miss him."

"That's because every time you see each other, you keep saying things you don't understand."

"So that's playing and trying to get close..."

"I'm not telling you to play with beastman ears or women's clothes."

When Mr. Abel gave it back like that, the school director looked totally bullied.

By contrast, Mr. Abel has a frightened face.

... or is Abel suffering from the school director's poisonous teeth?

But, well.

I thought it seemed like a complicated relationship, but the way you slap a light mouth like this feels more friendly than I thought.

I thought there was more reason for Mr. Abel to not seem to like the school director......

However, no matter how close we talk, I think the relationship that one person holds the other's life directly may be unimaginable.

There must be a connection there that's hard to put into words.

So blurry, the school director slapped his hands on the bread.