Shikkaku Mon no Saikyou Kenja~ Sekai Saikyou no Kenja ga Sarani Tsuyoku Naru Tameni Tenseishimashita~

In a hard bed, I woke up. I feel a little flawed in my memory, but my consciousness is clear.

Reincarnation is more or less a success.

I noticed that when I jumped out of bed, I first glanced at my left arm.

"- All right! Hit it!

It wasn't the first tattoo I was used to seeing there, but the fourth.

A crest specializing in melee, the most suitable for magical combat alone, as far as I can tell.

I shouted out because I was too old for it. Has the mixing of memories of this world with memories of previous life made me feel younger to the point?

No. You're more right that I was pulled in a previous life. I remember my memories, because I didn't take over anyone else's body or consciousness. My original age is six.

Let's drag past lives forever and stop getting old. I'm not even that character anymore.

Now I'm not who I was when I was called a wise man. Let's introduce ourselves once again.

My name is Mathias-Hildesheimer. It's a rock.

Hiru no Ippatsu...

She said it herself and she developed goosebumps. Again, the impossibility is not good. Let's start over.

My name in this world is Matthias-Hildesheimer.

As the name suggests, he's the third son of the Associate Baron Hildesheimer family.

The word 'associate baron' didn't sound familiar to me, but according to less information I could hear in this world, it's apparently like a hereditary civil servant with local rule. They also seem to be called 'lords', 'halls', etc. Sure, did you say aristocracy or something?

The Associate Baron is probably second from the bottom, but still the top of this territory. Viewed from across the country, it should be about the top bottom to top middle position.

- It's supposed to be.

"What the hell happened to the world?

My memory in this world was unimaginable from what it was like in my previous life.

I don't see a single piece of magic that was said to be essential to my life in my previous life.

Without flying agricultural artificial fairies, there are no molecular motion accelerators for cooking, no architectural demon guides.

I wonder how the hell they live, when the inhabitants farm their fields manpower, grow their crops and live. Moreover, this includes my father, the Hildesheimer family leader in charge of the governance of this territory.

In the twelve thousand and seventeen centuries, it was an unthinkable sight.

What the hell happened until I was reincarnated?

... Well, I can't help complaining about the current environment.

Fortunately, I have memories of this world, and I've had years of survival in the woods where I don't even have buildings.

Adapting itself would not be difficult.

First of all, gather information.

Until now, I didn't seem very keen to study, I never looked around the territory or read a book in my father's study, and I seemed to relax.

Well, I liked it in action better than studying in my previous life, too, so it wouldn't be my in-laws who could have mentioned me in this world.

"Hi Matty. What can I do for you in the study?

It was my eldest son, Lake, who spoke to me on my way to the study.

Of his two brothers, he is the proper one. The year is fifteen.

The crest is a second print. It is a crest that is good at medium range release magic and is a must in group warfare.

I don't seem to be practicing magic at the moment, but I would be a good wizard if I worked out.

"Trying to read a book"

I answered my brother's question in the usual tone. You'd be surprised if my tone suddenly changed.

"A book. I know it's still hard for Matty... but what kind of book do you want to read?

"I guess it's a book of battle. And a magic book."

There would be nothing more than this, such as looking into it first.

I'm also interested in history books in the sense of finding out what the hell happened, but that's behind us.

It's not like new tactics and magic haven't been developed before I know it.

But when he heard of magic, his brother Lake looked subtle.

Then he immediately returns to his grinning face and opens his mouth.

"Well, I'll read you the book of battle"

Apparently, the magic thing has gone through.

I appreciate the offer, but I can read about the book myself.

"No, myself..."

That's what I say, opening the door to the study.

And I looked inside, and I saw a book that might have something to do with combat and magic.

"... what does it say?

The numbers are small, but there were books in the study.

But the problem is, the back cover.

I can't read.

While I'd been fighting and walking around the world for hundreds of years, I'd mastered twenty-seven languages at some point, but the language written on the back cover of the book didn't resemble any of them.

If translational magic could have been used, it could have been read, but translational magic is a magic that demands a relatively large amount of magic and processing power. I can't use it now.

Knowledge doesn't have the resources to make it happen.

"Ha. Well, it will, won't it? Then I'll read you this."

With that said, brother Lake pulled a book out of his father's study.

The book is like a kind of hero Tan, a story about one monster after another that destroys the country by itself, and the protagonist defeats it.

I'm so proud of you. There were demons like that in the last life, but the numbers were small.

Split it in half.

Well, such a good story can't be real, and this book is just fiction, so it didn't help me know what's going on in this world.

But by comparing what my brother Lake spoke to the letters in the book, I was able to understand the letters somewhat. I have to thank my brother Lake.

However, it's still going to take some time to read tactical books and such, so I decided to put this one behind me.

It might be quicker to build magic and activate translation magic.

By the way, the language of speech seemed no different from that of previous life, and most of the words were immediately understandable.

There were a few words that I didn't understand, such as "hang on".

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At the end of the reading, brother Lake went back to his work, field work.

In this village, beyond the age of eleven, you will have your own fields, and you will have the role of plowing them.

Both brothers have fields according to this decision.

But in my case, things seem a little different.

The reason I don't have a field right now is because of my age, but there's a good chance I won't have a field when I'm eleven.

Apparently, the apparent reason is the lack of compartments.

Certainly there seems to be a shortage of fields in this village, so I am not convinced for that reason alone.

But I feel something else from the attitude of the villagers, my parents, and Bifgel, my older brother, who is not Lake.

My parents are looking at me with pathetic eyes, and Bifgel is clearly looking down on me.

Apparently, it has something to do with 'hanging on', but my brother or parents won't tell me the details, and I'm not even willing to ask Bifgel. From what I've heard, you probably won't get a decent answer.

Well. You still have quite a bit of time for dinner.

In the meantime, do you want to do it in training?

When it comes to strength and magic, the daily build-up is important.