Seirei Gensouki ~Konna Sekai de Deaeta Kimi ni~

When Mr. Rio returned from the city, we ran out to the east.

I use magic to improve my physical abilities, but I hear Mr. Rio uses spirituality to improve my physical abilities.

You think Spiritualism is a technique used by people of the same race as I do, according to Rio?

Then why can Mr. Rio, the human race, use it?

I thought about that, but I didn't want to care right away.

Yeah, Mr. Rio is Mr. Rio.

So, it seems I have a lot of magic to say by Mr. Rio.

Magic is like energy in your body.

I don't know, but it's like strength, and if you rest, you recover.

I've never used it until it was empty, but I think it often means it won't be empty.

I feel like I'm losing magic in my body while I'm using magic to improve my physical abilities, but I can still afford it.

Mr. Rio's physical abilities are lower than mine in normal times, but using spirituality makes him physically capable of losing even if I use magic.

Besides, Mr. Rio is also quite physically fit.

I work out, too, but I guess the amount I'm running into isn't the same as me who was usually trapped indoors.

So much so that when I'm running, my health limits come first.

When I run out of breath and I don't seem to be able to follow Mr. Rio, Mr. Rio is agile enough to guess it and take a break.

I think Mr. Rio is a sweet man.

I knew you looked like that brother.

I'd like to call you brother.

I wonder if it would piss me off if I called you.

It also reminds me of that brother that you care about me with a small mouth count or that you talk to me from time to time.

With that in mind, my running pace dropped again.

Mr. Rio would surely notice my anomaly, like that brother.

That's how you help me.

With that in mind, Mr. Rio slowed down and stopped.

Look, I knew it.

Mr. Rio, he approached me and made me water.

I drink that water so hard.

Oh, that's delicious.

Second, my stomach rings.

Tasteless, I shook my neck vigorously, left and right, conditionally reflecting.

I don't remember anything busy happening when I was hungry in front of Stiard.

You're going to need a ritual in him as I dine.

I was made to do anything to eat a crude meal.

So I left it to deny the moment my stomach rang.

But Mr. Rio laughed gently...

"Do you want to do it at noon?... Here."

And, say, he offered me a delicious looking bread with lots of utensils.

I've never seen such delicious looking bread in this world.

I wonder if this means you can eat it.

I glanced back and forth between Mr. Rio and Pan many times.

"What's up?

Mr. Rio has asked looking strange.

"Eat, okay?

If you're Mr. Rio, you say you can eat, but you're afraid to eat without asking me that.

It's no longer like a habit.

"You don't have to hesitate. You can eat it."

Oh, I knew Mr. Rio was sweet.

"Haku, Haku, Hagu, Hagu, Higu, Ugg"

I started snuggling and eating bread like I was snuggling.

I think it was a very disobedient way to eat.

But when they put a treat in front of me and I didn't have to put up with it, I couldn't stand it, and the bread was so delicious, so full of emotions, I cried unexpectedly.

When I realized, Mr. Rio rubbed my back.

I'm afraid I'm going to depend on Mr. Rio.

I want to make Mr. Rio mine alone.

This guy said he'd break up if he went to a place where my people lived, even though he knew that wasn't possible.

I couldn't help but think so.

And, uh, in me, the idea boiled down as to how far Mr. Rio would allow me to be selfish.

Will this man stay with me the whole time if I say what I can?

I don't know.

I want to try it.

But I guess we'll have to get along a little bit later.

What a thought...

Oh, I'm such a nasty kid.

Yes, I thought so.

Has it gotten smarter while living in a world like this?

But still, Mr. Rio's kindness was as warm as your mother's, and I strongly wanted Mr. Rio to drown me.

Then I kept running for a while and was going to camp that day.

Mr. Rio made a tent out of grass and trees alone in a way he was used to.

Awesome.

And he told me to wait in there because I'm cooking.

After a while, it smelled very good from where it came from and I accidentally got out of the tent.

My nose nowadays is so good that it cannot be compared to my nose in previous life.

Moving his nose crackling, following the smell, Mr. Rio was there.

(Ugh, they're laughing...)

I noticed Mr. Rio looking at me and laughing, and I blushed and leaned.

Still, I approach Mr. Rio without being able to stand the smell.

"Look, it's soup pasta. The flavoring is original."

That's what I said, Mr. Rio has been offering you vessels and forks.

I was stunned to see what was in it.

"............ 'Spaghetti'? Is this' spaghetti '?!?

I inadvertently ask Mr. Rio out loud.

"Oh, oh..., you can eat it"

Mr Rio said as confused that I had been shouted out loud and distracted.

But I can't afford to care about that right now.

Because it's spaghetti.

It's one of my favorites my mother made for me in my previous life.

Oh, I also miss using forks to eat something.

Breathe, I desperately cool the hot spaghetti.

A bite spread the best taste of saltiness in my mouth.

"Ha-ha-ha"

I will eat spaghetti with impatient momentum that burns my mouth.

Eating the biscuit-like bread recommended by Mr. Rio in the soup along the way was great to have another different flavor.

The taste of the soup also matches perfectly, reminding me of the hand dishes my mother used to cook for me.

Yes, I remember my mother and father from my previous life, and here I started crying again.

But the spaghetti was delicious, and I made a clever imitation of eating while crying, and when I realized it, I drank my last bite.

(Ah, empty......)

I also accidentally lick empty containers.

It's something I've behaved a lot worse too than I did in my previous life.

Then, seeing me like that, Mr. Rio offered me a replacement.

I let my eyes shine and bow my head to Mr. Rio and start eating spaghetti again.

When I finished eating, I went back to my tent, wiped my body, and got to bed early to heal my day's fatigue.

And then there's the problem.

I'm sorry to have a good year, but sometimes, I cry at night.

Mothers of this world, mothers and fathers of previous life, plus dreams of your brother, will surely cry at night.

When it's terrible, I cry out loud.

And that was just the day I cried at night.

That's a pretty authentic one, too.

As soon as you start crying, your consciousness will awaken, but you will not remain in circumstantial judgment either because you are feeling moody at the beginning of your awakening.

Right on the side, Mr. Rio was asleep, but I forgot about that and I cried.

Of course Mr. Rio, who sleeps right on the side, woke up with his eyes the moment I cried.

Then Mr. Rio held me softly.

(Ah...)

Once again, my crying will be reduced.

That was the moment when I felt the warmth of the people I loved.

I didn't know they were Mr. Rio, but I held Mr. Rio tight.

And then I rubbed my face, sobbed, and eventually I fell back into deep sleep, and that night I never cried again.

The next morning, when I woke up, I was holding Mr. Rio.

Looks like Mr. Rio was already awake, but there were times when I held him too hard, and he didn't seem to make any moves.

And against me, who turns bright red...

"Morning."

And he laughed lightly and said hello.

That face looked just like my brother in my memory as a cooling noise.

So from this moment on, you decided to call Mr. Rio your brother in me.

Your brother didn't particularly touch what I cried at night and treated me normally.

That was such a pleasure to me.

I wonder how this guy could have been nice to me.

Oh, that's what I thought.

I tried to kill this man...

But I think the kindness I feel from this guy is real.

How could that be?

Because this guy's your brother?

Oh, I'm sure you do.

The words fell ston my chest for some reason.

So you could try sweeter, right?

With that in mind, I decided to take this day as a frontier and openly sweeten it to my brother.

That's how many days went by, and I can't say brother in words because I'm ashamed, but I've talked to my brother a lot.

Your brother listens to everything I say, and he's nice to me without making me cry and loud at night.

So I was convinced this guy was your brother after all.

And I started crying at night more often than before.

I think it's probably because I know how warm your brother is.

One day, I cried at night, hugging my brother, as usual, unexpectedly...

"Oh... brother... chan"

And I said.

It was the moment when the name in my mind became the name of reality.

I was asleep then, but when I woke up the next morning, I did remember that time.

My face should have turned bright red when I remembered that.

But I couldn't keep my feelings down any longer than I once said.

"Brother!

And I tried to call your brother that on a daily basis.

He asked me with a bright red face what happened to your brother...

"Because your brother is your brother..."

And, when I say it, he seems to have convinced me, even though he laughed bitterly.

I could see your brother's presence getting bigger and bigger in me.

And as that recoil, as I continued my journey, I also became more and more afraid to say goodbye to my brother.

Your brother said you'd only go with me to the point where people of the same race live.

But I don't like that.

I'd rather be with your brother as long as I live with strangers.

I can see myself getting more and more glamorous.

But I didn't want to lose your brother's warmth anymore.

I've been stuck with your brother for four or six hours.

I caught on when I was cooking meals, eating rice, and sleeping.

I wouldn't cry at night if I held you to my brother.

Your brother says no, but if you're a brother, I want you to stay with me, even when I'm in the bathroom or getting dressed.

I want your brother to see everything about me, to know everything.

I don't mind you offering me everything if I'm your brother.

I started thinking that way, and one day, I could see a very large tree in the distance.

I think it's as big a tree as that as I worry about which is the bigger building like the tall tower I just made in Tokyo in my previous life.

We decided to come closer to the tree.

Then I sensed a strange smell.

Words don't explain it well, but it smells different from animals and demons.

When I say that to your brother in words that I don't get the guidelines...

"I see. It's a good time, and... let's just keep it that way for now"

And your brother said, you're going to be camping there that day.

I'll eat your brother's cooked delicious rice, as usual.

Today's rice is a barley risotto.

It's a little different from porridge again, but it's a very tasty dish.

Having dinner, I went back to my tent, hugged my brother, and I got a deep sleep.

How long have you slept?

Somehow I realized I didn't feel your brother while sleeping, and I cried for a long time at night.

And then, when I woke up, I was in a completely strange place.

Right on the side, there's a girl as small as me and a woman with beautiful wings.

But I don't have a brother.

He's not here.

I don't have a brother.

When I realized that, I cried a great deal.

Somehow the girls have spoken in the words your mother taught you, but I don't know what the answer was.

"Where's your brother?

I think he was just screaming to repeat that.

Then, uh, my nose caught the smell of your brother.

Definitely.

You can't be wrong.

I rushed out to where your brother was.

(You can't go! Brother!)

Will your brother leave me here in silence?

Because this is where people of the same race as me live?

I don't like it.

Absolutely not.

I was afraid to leave with your brother, and I was desperate.

It was huge in the building, but it was splitting the smell, so I wouldn't get lost in the road.

Eventually I found a room with my brother, and the door was open, so I ran in to jump into it.

There he is.

I was there.

It's your brother.

Good, that's what I think, and I'll hug your brother.

Then people came into the room one after the other.

Eventually when the same fox-eared grandmother as me came in, the girls who were there began to explain the situation somehow.

It's not perfect, but I know what you're talking about.

(These people see your brother like this!

The moment I understood that, I was genuinely willing to kill these people.

Your brother's enemy is mine.

The woman responded to my killings and got herself in exactly a one-touch state, but I am overwhelmingly disadvantaged by the number of boulders.

I'm thinking in my head about how I'm going to get your brother out of here...

"I'm sorry. I just want to know what's going on. If there's anything wrong with this one, I'll apologize. Let's take that person's hand off first. Now wouldn't that convince you?

And the same fox-eared grandmother as me has said.

This grandmother is of the same race as me and my mother.

Can I trust what this man has to say?

Your brother said these people are a kind species.

From the current situation, I don't think so very much, but it's your brother's word.

I thought you might want to believe me for once or so.

"... then take it off quickly. If you do anything, I'll kill you."

When I said that, my fox-eared grandmother ordered a beautiful girl to take off her brother's cue.

Something was panicking about a woman with wings on her back, but the fox-eared grandmother scolds the woman.

When a beautiful girl with long ears put her hands on your brother's hand, your brother's hand immediately came off.

"Latifah, I'm fine, so calm down that killing."

While relieving, your brother said gently to me that I would still be vigilant and distracted from killing.

I wasn't a little convinced, but as soon as your brother stroked my head, I could calm down.

Then when your brother treated you for the injury, you moved the room to have a discussion.

I fell asleep along the way because I was talking about something small and difficult, but when I woke up I realized that your brother was asleep next to me.

And when I reached my brother with peace of mind, I decided to sleep twice.

And the next time I woke up, I had lunch with your brother.

There are three girls right next door who were talking to your brother earlier and they talk to me.

At first, they were people who were mean to your brother, and I didn't really want to talk to them, but thanks to your brother's mediation, they started talking to them from me a little bit too.

Apparently, they're not bad kids.

Talking to the girls near my age was fresh, a little embarrassing, but when I realized we could get along a lot.

In the evening, your brother said he would meet with great people and left me to go somewhere.

I was so anxious, but I took your brother's word that it was okay, and I decided to wait.

Talking to the girls who stayed with me, I was taught that this was the place called Inside the Spirit People.

The girls were each older than me when it came to Sister Sarah the Silver Wolf Beast, Sister Aufia the High Elf, and Sister Alma the Elder Dwarf.

When your brother came back after a while, he said there was going to be a small banquet, and I joined your brother in that.

I'm not sure about the details, but apparently your brother will be living in this area for a while.

That means I can still be with your brother.

I'm glad to hear that, I totally forgot my fears about being away from your brother, and I enjoyed that banquet.