"Ah, I was here. I've been looking for you, Brother Hector."
Ars. What's the matter with you?
"No, we were talking about rebuilding this castle, weren't we? This is a castle I built when I became a knight, but I think I'll grow a little bigger to commemorate becoming a king of the sky. So I was thinking of asking Brother Hector for a lot of work, but I've already had a drink."
"Oh, I'm sorry. The view from here is good, so I occasionally drink alcohol in the wind. What do you say, Ars? Would you like to join us?
"Hmm, okay. I'm 20 years old, too. I'm going out, Brother Hector."
At dawn, my coronation ceremony is over.
Since then, the city of Fontana has been haunted by festivals for more than 10 days.
In the castle, people keep visiting and greeting me and other kings.
And everyone was floating in the city, drinking, dancing and eating.
After a while, I was back in Heaven Vulcania.
Now I live in Balka Castle.
But this castle is also going to add a little hand.
The castle I first built as a knight had a reputation for being so splendid as to be disproportionate to a knight with only two villages at the time.
But if you think of it as a castle inhabited by a king, it is much more narrow.
As an external issue, I came up with the idea of making a castle that looks a little better.
I was looking for my brother, Brother Hector, to direct the work.
Apparently, Hector's brother liked the room where he could see the city at a glance, which is also a high place in Barca Castle.
I enjoyed the scenery while drinking alone.
That's what my brother Hector recommended, and I'm going to sit in the chair nearby and get a drink.
Nothing like that in this world, but I haven't had much alcohol before.
But since I'm 20 years old, I'll hang out and have a drink today.
With that in mind, I poured a strong distilled liquor named Carlos into a glass of ice and poured it over.
"Ah, it's a tough drink after all. Father and brother Hector often drink such strong alcohol. Is your body okay? Be careful not to drink too much.
"... thank you, Ars."
"Hmm? What?
"No, I've wanted to tell you before. It's a good opportunity to thank you again, Ars. Thank you. I appreciate it."
When I was drinking while watching the scenery, Brother Hector suddenly said so.
I wonder what happened.
I have been looking at this with serious eyes.
Let's talk about the old days. That said, you may not remember. This was when I was a child, before you were born. The village of Vulca had a lot of bad work going on. No, it's not just Vulcan. I have heard that this was true of other villages, the entire Fontana territory, or other noble lands. Anyway, it's been years since there was nothing to eat anywhere but cheap. "
"I remember you a little bit, Brother Hector. That's what happened when I was a baby, right? I heard that my mother didn't have breast milk because she didn't have anything to eat. Was it like that until I was about three years old?
"I remember that very well. That's right. The malfeasance lasted a long time. But you saved it, Ars. You, a three-year-old child, suddenly started plowing fields and things changed. That's when we stopped starving to poverty. Thanks to you back then, our lives are now. I really appreciate it."
"... I'm sorry, Brother Hector. And I'm grateful for that, too. Hector's brother convinced my father and mother, right? When a three-year-old told me to play dirt in the field, I couldn't get out if they didn't convince me. If that were the case, perhaps there would have been no magic in [soil improvement]."
Yes, it is.
Dad and mom were lucky to understand, but they still weren't completely resistant to letting their little children freely toy outside the house.
It was my five-year-old brother who made that possible.
I was free in the field behind the house because my brother Hector convinced my parents to help me if anything happened.
"Of course. After all, I knew you weren't a normal kid before you were born."
"... indeed. It's thanks to Brother Hector that I was born in this world."
Speaking of which, don't talk to Brother Hector like this for the first time in a long time.
I used to talk about this a lot.
Born as a small poor farmer, he slept side by side in a small house.
At that time, I used to talk to Hector's brother.
It is no coincidence that I have reincarnated in this world with knowledge of another world.
My brother Hector.
He was the cause.
Magic by Brother Hector, the eldest son of the Balka brothers.
That's why I've reincarnated into this world.
Reincarnated magic.
My story began with my brother Hector, who was one of the most peculiar of the Balkan brothers, each producing another kind of magic.