Strongest Onmyouji's Isekai Adventure ~ The Monsters are too weak compared to my Youkai Servant's~

I opened my eyes.

Breathe slowly and vomit.

Alive.

To a low point of view, small hands.

A toddler's body.

... Success.

I was reborn.

I was relieved, even if I felt sick about the integration of the memory that started shortly afterwards.

I was confident, but if I failed at all, I'd die just like that. That also makes me anxious.

Still, what does this mean?

In a dim room, I'm about three years old and I'm sitting on the floor.

And on the floor, there were magic formations painted around me.

I saw it at the end of my previous life, not in the magic of reincarnation, of course. I mean, I've never seen such a hexagonal magic formation.

At the apex of the hexagon, each was placed like a stone.

Looks like minerals, but what is it? I don't recognize this one either.

At last, there were signs of people.

Behind me, a few.

It also sounds slightly like a spell.

The subtle glow of the magic formation makes it seem that something is in the midst of a spell.

I don't know if I should run away, but I couldn't feel anything bad about this body's memory, so I decided to wait a while.

I don't care if you act strange and get suspicious.

"- - - Show the power of this man, who desires in the name of!!

Along with the low man's voice, the magic brightened with strength... and vanished.

Nothing happens.

The people behind it are also set as scenes.

Oh, what is this? Failure?

"... pup, cuckoo"

I broke the irresistible atmosphere and heard a small laugh.

"Kukku, seriously? Is that what this is all about? Ha ha!

"Gli, don't laugh. It's not over yet."

"No, you already figured it out, Brother Luft. Behold! The stones of every attribute are not glowing. I mean... that's what this is about, isn't it, Father?

I looked back.

There were three people. Two of us are children. Two kids a little older than me.

A boy with a grin that looks bad in character and a boy that looks serious.

Dark and hard to understand, but the two had golden hair, blue eyes on it.

Inhuman? Is this a western country? But it's a language I've never heard of, and I don't know where my face is close to the people of Japan.

"... right. The ritual is over. We got results."

The last of the three, a magnificent man, closes his book and says it in a low voice.

It's going to be a sigh of relief, at a disappointing rate.

"Seika doesn't have any magic."

Seika.

That's my name in this life. It was in this body's memory.

"That was... unfortunate, Father"

"Pukkuk, haha! I can see that. I can't believe the magic landlord, the Lamplog family, created no magic! Did you, Brother Luft? Without magic, being a wizard is the most powerful downfall! Seika, you are so ashamed of yourself, even as you draw your father's blood!

Three human beings… a gaze of disappointment and ridicule, probably directed from my family.

The first time I've bathed something like that, I shake my neck. [M]

Magic is probably the power to use a curse. Apparently, they're saying to each other that I have no talent for cursing.

But that's not supposed to happen.

The reincarnated body automatically chooses a body that can reproduce the structure of my soul.

Inevitably, they resemble each other.

Face or outfit.

And even the genius of spells.

I am aware of the power that flows through me.

I knew I didn't have to check. I mean, this is... more than I imagined.

You think I don't have the talent to curse? I wonder what the hell you're talking about.

This body has - so much, so much curse.