Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"... did you, Shester..."

Lombardo ended up complaining about Shester's too much confession for a while before finally speaking to Shester.

But rather than speaking up, it was closer to a monologue for not being able to clean up his own mess, and for that reason, there was no response from Chester.

While Romus was deeply surprised inside, he said he was perfectly calm without even giving it a bite.

"Well... only about my parents... you do seem to have quite a past"

But my brother Remuls was different.

"Wow! You killed your parents! Awesome! Brother Nah?

Remulus said so in a vegan (tongue-in-cheek) voice, gesturing and gesturing.

Then Romus suddenly roughed up his voice.

"It won't be great! It's not that big of a deal to kill a parent. Well, there it is."

Although Remulus tried to point his mouth and protest against the sudden reprimand by Romus, he was troubled along the way because he couldn't understand why he was pissed off in the first place, and turned around in a grumpy manner without saying anything more.

Romus felt slightly irritated by such a Remulse attitude and thought I would say something, but remembered that Lombardo and the others would have spotted his calm attitude as actually a void due to his earlier absurdity, coughing up one with a slightly worse looking face.

But with that, Romus regained his feelings and managed to carry on the words, albeit rather briefly.

"... so what happened to the parent-killer?

Although Lombardo felt strange about Romus' way of saying it, he thought it was now less likely that the Bacchus brothers would come up with an unintentional blow in the middle of Shester's confession, and decided to flush it.

Then Shester began to speak quietly.

"That was... when I was six. At the school I was attending... my first magic instruction was given..."

"You're a magic coach..."

"Yep, that was a very hot day after the summer break..."

Two.

"Hey, they're not doing class today."

Joseph, a three-generation old bakery with his shirt sleeve rolled up to his shoulder on his arm white, rushed to his best friend's side to talk about the rumors he had just heard.

Then Sebastian, son of the blacksmith whose name rang from neighbor to neighbor town, answered with a reputable and gentle face of warm character.

"I'm not, Joseph. We're not doing the usual classes today, we're doing special classes."

"What kind of special class is that?

"Come on, I'm not sure about that either..."

"What the hell. You don't know."

The boy, sleeping on his pillow with his arms together on his desk, began to wake up slowly to the two voices who spoke in a hustle and bustle (kamabisu) in the school building heated by the intense sun in the middle of summer.

"Hey, Shester. How often do you sleep in this heat?

Joseph spoke to Chester in such tones as shuddering.

Then, and Sebastian agreed.

"Really. I wouldn't go to bed."

"Right? I can't either. He's the only one who can sleep in this heat, not at all!

Then Shester woke up naughty and stretched a lot, while at the same time making one big stretch (yawn).

Then he turned to the two hustlers and said in a grumpy manner.

"... Shut up, I can't sleep with you anymore..."

Then he slashed it back with a sword that Joseph would return.

"It's almost class time, and you're the one who's sleeping."

In contrast, Sebastian mixed it up.

"That said, I don't know what kind of class I'm going to do."

Then Shester said, turning into a translator.

"Yeah. I know. It's Magic Coaching Day."

"" Magic coach?

"Oh, to see if we can use magic."

"What do you mean?

Joseph asked Chester in a momentum of intrigue.

"There are those who are born to use magic and those who are not. This is about whether or not you have qualities anymore, and how hard you've tried, you can't do it. So today we're going to find out if there are qualities that can use magic."

"Was it? So if I can use my magic, I might not have to inherit the bakery."

Then Sebastian asked Joseph unexpectedly.

"Joseph, don't you like to inherit the bakery?

"Sort of. That's not to say I hate it very much. Somehow. What about you, Sebastian?

"Me? Right. If you ask me, I'd hate to take over the blacksmith somehow."

"Right? You don't like it somehow. Looks like there's a future ahead of us."

"Yeah. Right. What about Chester, by the way? Shester's house has no family business..."

Shaken to talk, Chester said after thinking about it.

"I don't... I don't know, I'm not ahead of you..."

"That's right. I mean, we don't even know tomorrow."

"On the contrary, we don't even know what we're talking about today."

"No, I was. But only Shester knew what he had today."

"Yeah, but the only thing I know is that I have a magic coach today, and I don't know what's ahead."

Chester clouded his face for a moment wondering if there had been any chest noise when he said so.

But I thought it might be because of him, and Shester started talking to Joseph and the others again.

The hour of destiny was approaching for a moment.