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

"You have a fantastic dinner today! Is something wrong?

Meal time.

My father's castle speaks out in admiration before a table where large amounts of meat are placed.

Only two of them were used for dinner, but for my family of five, it seems quite an amount.

Come to think of it, this amount of meat was served after rebirth maybe when Lake celebrated his fifteenth birthday (in this country, he seems to be recognized as an adult from the age of fifteen).

"Today, I think it was Matty's birthday... but it's not like we made it to celebrate it, is it?

That's what I said, Lake.

I was reincarnated just the day I turned six, so inevitably my first day will be my birthday.

But as I said earlier, it was only when Lake was an adult that a lavish dish was served because it was someone's birthday.

As for the other birthdays, I don't even feel like we were celebrating.

"That's right! Celebrating this guy's birthday is outrageous! It's more of a day to grieve, to curse fate!

Make sure you get on with Lake's statement, and Bifgel was making fun of me.

"Bifgel. You keep your mouth shut"

And I was being kept quiet.

It was my father, Castle-Hildesheimer, who shut me up. I don't know the exact age, but from the looks of it, is it something like forty-five?

He can't resist the Lord against the boulders, and Bifgel closes his mouth.

Though my face is bright red with anger.... and no heart, or I feel more voltage than during the day. How regrettable was this self-proclaimed magic god named Chosen (age 14) for rushing to lose to scumbags (age 6) who couldn't even handle magic to Locke?

"Matty brought this meat. If you have any complaints, don't eat them."

In anticipation of the timing of the outage of the conversation, my mother Camilla revealed her answer.

My father asks me a question.

"Matty took this? What the hell happened?

Well. How should I answer?

To be honest, it can be a lot of trouble.

Except for the fact that this territory is magically underdeveloped, my magic is excellent as a six-year-old.

Especially the worst is the pattern tied to this territory.

I will eventually leave Hildesheimer's territory to act as a magic fighter.

It may be another name in this world, but it doesn't change what you do.

If you are recognized as a convenient magician, that could make it harder.

"It just so happens that a bird hit a tree and it fell"

After thinking about it, I decided to hide the magic.

Five is unnatural, but you don't have to go through it.

"Did you cut off your neck beautifully and even bleed out and fell off?

I couldn't. My mother snapped at me fast.

But here, cut through the shiraz!

"The blood drain found a pointy stone, and I did it myself."

"Not five?

"Yeah. Five of them."

"... If you did knock him down in the attack, you didn't see any wounds like that. It's unusual, but it may have to be."

All right. I deceived you.

Do you decide to consider any excuses from the next and then defeat a smaller number?

I'm not willing to stop feeding meat. Nutrition is important.

"Bird abnormal behavior? I hope it doesn't bode well for something strange.... Speaking of which Matty, are you six years old"

"Yeah. Matty's six today."

Lake answers Castle's question.

"Then Matty will teach you swordsmanship, too, starting tomorrow. Especially since Matty's leaving the realm, the sword will be important."

Speaking of which, the Lakes were trained in swordsmanship by their father.

Was that training starting at the age of six? That's pretty advanced.

- But there was more to my father's statement than that.

Exit the territory, in that.