A boy named Billy who was given an important role in this egg hatching plan.

He could not write or calculate to his satisfaction, although he had attended school.

Despite this, Kyle put out an ok to give Billy his magic.

This was also a strong hope from Billy himself, but I guess half of it had some experimental implications.

See what happens if you give Kyle's magic to a human who doesn't understand the letters or the numbers.

Perhaps Kyle himself had given Billy a name from such an idea.

But I guess you had some thoughts about Billy.

Sometimes he was, to put it well, a personality, or worse, a weirdo.

At last Billy was a person who made me think from around him that he wouldn't be able to live properly in this society.

Billy is small and powerless at all.

He was also a boy of such narrow lines that he could do very little field work.

Besides, in my parents' house, I'm not my oldest son, I'm my youngest son, and I can't inherit the house.

If he's going to survive this, he's going to have to handle himself on the battlefield, and he's going to have to manage to have his own land.

It was the unanimous view around us that it would probably be difficult.

Until I went to school, it didn't even help me with the house.

When I asked him to take care of the field, he had to stare at the worm crawling on the ground and say about wasting his rice to the point where he would pass the time.

My family asked me to send them to school because I had already built a school and offered them lunch.

It was from that concentration that Billy stopped in Kyle's eyes like that.

Apparently Billy even blocks and concentrates the surrounding sound so that when he is passionate about one thing, he puts it in.

Billy, who started going to school, had a crush on the educational goods I made and left behind.

I kept toys like the wheel of wisdom, puzzles, and blocks I remembered from my past life in school.

The purpose of the school is to be able to write and calculate letters, but that was only the final one.

First of all, I wanted to increase the number of people attending school, and I had a lot of toy systems available.

Billy seemed to love this toy a lot, and he seemed to play with it all the time even though he was long enough to come to school first and go home last.

Kyle used to look at it, and he seemed to talk to Billy in a little while.

Thus, as Kyle and I had quite a relationship, Kyle was once to give the Reed family magic.

I guess Billy himself knew he wasn't suitable for farming or fighting.

I was supposed to get a name from Kyle in the form of a favor.

"So, that Billy's been studying properly since he got his name," he said.

"Yeah, I think I'm trying. I just don't seem to really like the writing in the book. I was just hoping I could get another job."

"Well, if you like puzzles, can you also combine formula ratios...? I wonder if he's going to work as long as he's passionate about it."

"It's okay, Brother Ars. I'll be there for you."

"Okay. I don't know much about Billy, but I believe Kyle. Let's hope it works."

Thus, he decided to lend Billy a room at Barca Castle as a laboratory and entrust him with the management of the eggs.

"So, what do you say, Billy? Any research?

"Ah, yes. This is the list of hatched eggs, Master Ars."

"Oh, you're making a proper table and keeping a record. Like I advised you, it's easier to tabulate than just write in a sentence, right?

"Oh, yes, that's right. I think it's easy to understand, yes"

"So, the key research..., I guess [spawning] seems difficult to hold"

"Ah, yes. I think it's difficult as it stands. Because in the first place, the eggs of the servant beast seem to have a pretty low chance of hatching themselves as warcraft types."

"Hmm, then is it hard to hatch your own servant beast eggs? After all, should we figure out how to get the [spawning] hold of the main house somehow"

"Oh, yes, Master Ars. But with a little more time, we might be able to figure it out."

"Oh, is that true, Billy? There's nothing like charging me for failing this research."

"Well, that's troubling, Master Ars. You can't even pay for an egg in my house."

"So he said he wouldn't do that. So, is what you just said true? I don't know if I can handle it."

"Ah, yes. I'm running out of data right now. Because with all the data, we might be able to hatch some more servant beasts of targeted traits."

"... by the way, what kind of data are you taking? Can you really make a servant beast of the trait you're after?"

"Servant beasts are trait altered by the magic they absorb. I feel like each person's magic has the type of servant beast of what appearance hatches. If we wash that out, I wonder if it's possible."

"I mean, the magic of the one hatching the dragon rider is prone to feature the dragon rider even when combined with the magic of others, or is there a law like that?

"Ah, yes. Well, that's what it looks like to me in a big mess. I can't tell you how much more data I don't have."

"Hmm, then if you're going to make a servant beast with [spawn], will you need to base it on the magic that hatches the Warcraft type that magic can use? What would it be if I said this, but such convenient and magical servant beasts hatch?

"Huh?"

"Hmm? What is it, Billy? Did I say something weird?

"Ah, yes. Um, Valkyrie hatching from Master Ars' magic is a magical warcraft type. So I suppose it's going to be based on Master Ars' magic powers, right?

"Yeah? Yeah, you must be mistaken about something, Billy. Valkyrie is not a warcraft type that uses magic in a pure sense. Just for the record, I just named him and gave him magic, and he's a normal rideable type of servant beast. I'm sorry if I thought you were a warcraft type and I was hoping."

"No, Valkyrie is definitely a warcraft type, Master Ars. It doesn't matter what Ars is named, it's a warcraft type that can use magic at birth."

Huh?

No, you can't be.

'Cause Valkyrie's been able to use magic since I named her.

I wouldn't use magic if I hadn't named it. It's just supposed to be a servant beast.

But Billy's words, speaking with certainty, hardened me out of surprise, not knowing what to say.