Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"Mother, I'm going to the library."

Gaius told his mother, Emerada, with a voice of disgust.

"Study again? Oh, my God. Mother, I'm so happy."

There are no mothers who are not happy with my child's upliftment in learning.

Emerada sent Gaius out feeling good with a full grin.

Gaius was celebrating his sixth birthday the other day.

By the time he celebrated his first birthday, he had uttered a simple word, and by the time he was two, he had spoken the meaning or words.

Regardless of his knowledge in previous life, the truth was that he was also able to speak fluently at around the age of one when his language organ developed, but he tried to behave like a normal baby because he could imagine it would be creepy.

Nevertheless, obviously, he spoke the language considerably quicker than an average normal baby, and naturally his treatment was that of a "prodigy" if he was able to read and write letters before turning three more.

For this reason, entry into the library, which would normally not be a place for children to enter, was also permitted now that they were six years old.

The library equipped for this mansion boasted a library-like collection of books, which was the best environment for him, even though he still had a good understanding of the world.

(Well... I wonder which book to fish for today...)

Gaius stepped into a huge, three-story circular library of central blow-out structures, far west of the mansion, with a glimpse of a luxurious group of apparently fitted books that would have been handed over to a heavy hued bookshelf with a sense of history as to whether there were thousands.

(... Speaking of which, you've never been up on the third floor...)

Gaius slowly climbed one step at a time through the elegantly crafted spiral (spiral) staircase in the central part of the building, taking a good amount of time to reach the third floor.

(Hmm... it's hard to get up to the third floor with a six-year-old body)

Even as he breathed on his shoulders, quickly Gaius looked at the book classification next to the bookshelf.

(Is there a philosophical relationship around here... is there a religious relationship here and... what is this one...)

I stopped at a bookshelf with Gaius' gaze.

There was no book classification first posted on that bookshelf, nor was it filled with books like any other bookshelf.

Only about twenty books were housed in the middle part of the bookshelf, creating (possibly) a slightly unique atmosphere.

Gaius slowly and carefully placed the ladder (ladder) nearby on the bookshelf with his small body, then carefully climbed step by step and finally succeeded in taking one of the books at the right end.

(... Good Guidance by Evil Amon?... Evil is good guidance?... I don't know what your name is... What's this one? ……

Gaius returned the book in his hand to the bookshelf and then took the book next to it in his hand instead.

(... frightening heresy... but frightening means glowing or divine... divine heresy...)

The title of this book, like that of an earlier book, contained conflicting words.

Gaius thought about what it meant but did not come up with a satisfactory answer.

Then the subheading written under the script name stopped in Gaius's eyes.

(... Arslahn's book of magic... even the book of magic!?

Gaius opened the book with excitement and rushed to run his gaze into the letters.

(... no doubt... it's a magic book... magic still exists in this world!

There was a reason Gaius was so sure.

He has read and fished hundreds of books delivered to this library so far.

I have read books on the history of this world in particular intensively.

And there were amazing descriptions scattered around it.

It was the presence of a wizard.

They appeared in all of the various history books, some heroically active and others to the best of evil.

But Gaius has so far been half-hearted about the descriptions in those history books.

Even though all history books depicted their reality, they are, in any case, wizards. It wasn't that easy to believe.

But now, in Gaius's hand, there was an Arslan book of magic, and there was a detailed description of how to chant it.

Finally, he came to be convinced of the existence of magic.

I thought Gaius couldn't calmly read on the ladder and decided to go back to his room.

I would have liked to bring back a few other books at the same time if I could, but I had to give them up because it would not be possible to travel with many heavy books in the small body of a six-year-old.

He then returned to the most relaxing and comfortable place of his own, holding with his hands a much-heavy book of magic.

Two.

Gaius slipped into a very good, user-friendly study desk that his father Lombardo deliberately made him make with special orders, and took the time to load the magic book carefully and carefully.

And about two hours later, he was able to finish reading the whole thing for now.

(Wow. It says it very plainly. Every single one of the rationales was much more understandable so that the water stained the cotton. Maybe I'll be able to use some light magic? ……

Gaius decided to move the idea into action.

First, it was decided to try the magic of producing the water written at the beginning of the Book of Magic.

The principle was to collect the moisture contained in the atmosphere at a certain point and compress it to manifest it.

I just wonder how it would normally work, but Gaius already had this principle in his heart (f) and was already convinced that magic would work.

(Er, what's the magic name... Aqua? The spell is... and, uh, this is it... er... the water from which all living and living people live. Give me that majestic breath of life. hard to remember)

Gaius remembered repeatedly crushing the spell so that he could not go wrong.

Gaius then decided where to concentrate the moisture in the atmosphere with the palm of his left hand.

Gaius stared at the flat left hand and then slowly pointed down diagonally.

At the end of his palm, he left a large swing of dish so that it was okay for the water to come out.

He then concentrated his consciousness and had the image of all the moisture in the atmosphere gathering on his left hand.

Then suddenly Gaius' left hand glowed into a pale water color, without chanting the key spell, and the water began to bubble out of his left palm.

It was like the momentum of a powerful current blowing out of a water discharge car to quench a fire, and instantly his place of relaxation became flooded.

Gaius hastily struggled to stop the water flow, but the water momentum never stopped, and the mistletoe (Mizukasa) increased, and eventually rose to Gaius' knees.

Then the frenzy of the servants, who would have seen the water leaking out of the gap in the door, reached Gaius's ear.

As a result, he panicked even more and panicked completely.

Then there, the very low calm voice of his father Lombardo's faithful belly decree Rodemul echoed from the hallway.

"Boy. How did it go?

"Rodemul! Help! The water..."

Without waiting for Gaius to finish, Rodemur made a loud noise and opened the door.

Subsequently, a large amount of water that had accumulated indoors became running (honryu) and poured out into the outdoors.

Rodemur forcefully divided the impetus of the water approaching him into the room, instantly reaching right next to Gaius.

And when he saw the water blowing out of Gaius' left hand and quickly grasped the situation, Rodemur turned to the front of Gaius in a agile move and said, "Sorry! The next moment I said, Gaius rolled himself out.

Rodemul said as he gently took Gaius' body as it collapsed.

"... have a good dream for a while..."