Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

A certain month, a certain day.

An unprecedented experiment is about to take place in one of the rooms at Ojo.

Summon residents of another world.

If you want to talk about it, it's an unrealistic story that could be treated like a madman. But now that fantasy-like story is about to become a reality.

There is no furniture in the large room.

There are no windows on all sides, and the only doorway is the double door behind me.

A large figure is drawn on the marble floor. The combination of circles and lines intricately and engraved with letters to fill the gaps is called a magic circle.

The spells that make up the magic circle are carefully checked by the mentor, Altman and his two disciples.

Almost an hour has already passed since I entered the room, but I did not intend to rush the final confirmation. The king standing next to him seems to have the same opinion, and is silent throughout the day.

If you make a mistake, the magic will end in a misfire. It can cause magic runaway and even injure people.

The magic circle used for this summon is, of course, all the first attempts.

Usually, the magic circle seems to consist of one or two magics.

I don't know the principle of being an outsider, but it seems that the difficulty jumps many times for each additional magic type.

Based on that story, the magic circle this time is.

A variety of magical techniques, such as a technique that plays the role of a gate connecting to another world, a technique of detecting and capturing an object, a technique of transferring, and a technique of protecting an object, are made.

That is, everything is out of specification.

Anxiety cannot be wiped out even with a technique built under the leadership of Irene von Altman, a rare genius magician.

I was really relieved to know my sister wasn't present.

When I met the other day, I realized that she was no longer a child, but that was not the case. I don't want to be as dangerous as possible.

Someday ... Even if you give someone the responsibility to protect you in the not-so-distant future, it's not yet. I want you to be your overprotected brother.

He looked up at Leonhardt standing by, and he noticed my gaze and looked at him.

"How did you do, Christophe?"

"……No"

Despite denying it in words, she stares at me.

Leonhard doesn't get angry or confused, but laughs. The troubled face with her eyebrows lowered a little has become familiar recently.

It's not interesting that the distance between my cute Rose and Leonhard is shortened, so I'm hitting eight.

I feel sorry for my innocent self, but it is difficult to control myself. I was raised as a prince and I was confident in suppressing my emotions, but I never thought that I would have any more trouble now.

"I don't know if I leave my sister."

It was a voice mixed with sighs that brought me back to reality, who was indulged in thinking.

The king, who had been silent until now, glances at me with no hidden eyes.

"... I think it's irrelevant to you"

"It doesn't matter."

The king affirmed plainly when he decided not to speak.

When he doubts that he has withdrawn easily, the king keeps saying "But" with a cool face.

"Be advised that it is wise to stop before you get known and get sparse."

I'm stuck with words in an unexpected counterattack.

I was hit by a pain. I want to be poisoned not to face my father suddenly, but I know that I can only hear the howling of a loser dog, so stop it.

Kill the irritation, release the lips that were tied and exhale.

Now, neither the king nor Leonhard is bad here. Me. Only me who is scattered around with childish monopoly.

Lonely is no reason.

"... Leonhard"

"Yes"

"I'm sorry"

Drunk is bad, but it can't be distracted. He glanced and briefly apologized, Leonhardt smiled slightly.

"Yes"

Leonhardt, who never complains, feels a sense of defeat.

I'm a bit disappointed, but you should think that the man you chose for your important sister was good at him.

While we were having such a conversation, the final confirmation seemed to be over.

Altman comes to the king.

"Your Majesty. You're ready."

Correct the attitude to the words.

The king does not show any nervousness, such as the tight air, and opens his mouth with no expression in peacetime. The light tone was as usual as stunning.

"I see. Then start."

"Understood"

When Altman returns, the two disciples ... Lutz Eirenberg and Theo Eirenberg stand around the magic circle.

The magic-controlled choker usually worn on the neck was removed.

The sound of Altman's shoes resounds in a room where no outside sound can be heard.

The harsh silence lasted for perhaps less than thirty seconds. However, I feel awfully long because of the tense situation.

The next moment I heard a breathing sound, I felt that the indoor air had changed.

"[]"

A mysterious sound is spun from Altman's mouth.

Like the music of a distant country, like an ancient language. It causes such conflicting sensations that seem to know and are completely unfamiliar.

And the color of the eyes of the two disciples slowly changes according to the spell cast by Altman. Lutz goes from blue to silver. Theo goes from red to gold. I knew that this was a phenomenon that appeared when a mage used magic, but when I saw it in front of me, I was surprised.

He muttered in his heart that it was such a vivid change.

The hands of the mages glow dimly, and the light will eventually flow into the magic circle. No, I don't mean I can see the flow of magic.

From the outer circle, the magic circle started to glow, so it was just a visual story as if water had been poured.

Along with the gorgeous chanting, pale light cuts letters, draws circles, and stretches lines. The ever-increasing light fills the magic circle.

The scene was so unrealistic that it was so beautiful that I forgot to breathe.

"[]"

Altman's chanting slowly but surely becomes stronger.

The air trembles in harmony, and the skin irritates.

The rattle and the door behind make a squeaking sound.

While there was no window, the wind broke out and shook the hem of the mages.

Sweat like a ball floating on the forehead of the two disciples falls on the floor.

Perhaps you need a lot of concentration. Deep wrinkles were carved in their eyebrows, with their eyes down.

"[]"

The light that fills the magic circle with Altman's voice gradually changes color.

From blue to red, from red to white. Like a burning flame, whirling and hot.

And countless grains of light resembling fireflies fanned by heat. Eventually they gathered together at the center of the magic circle, forming a large block of light.

Eggs ... No, they look like cocoons made of light.

At that time, the size of the light will be enough for one person. Pakiri, a hard sound rang. More dazzling light leaks from the cracks.

Is the response a sign of success or vice versa?

In front of me, the cracks grow and the light that leaks increases.

And-The light burst with a vivid sound.

"...!"

I immediately close my eyes to the dazzlingness appropriate for calling it a flash.

I thought for a moment that the shadow was cast, and then the impact struck as if a gust of wind was blowing.

Slowly open your eyes and dismiss your hand to cover your eyes.

First, it was my big back that came into view. The familiar black knight garment belongs to Leonhardt. He must have stood to protect me.

As you can see from the fact that the tidy black hair was always in disorder, the impact that hit me if he didn't cover would have been even greater.

"Are you safe?"

"Oh, no problem. Thank you."

After thanking Leonhardt, look away. The king stood just as before. The hair is not disturbed much and the expression does not change.

However, his light blue eyes were slightly astonished.

"... successful?"

I mutter it shortly.

I couldn't understand the word immediately.

Return to the magic circle, following the King's gaze.

The other side of Altman's back. Something is floating in the center of the magic circle.

Soft hair, soft skin, white skin, long eyelashes decorating prone eyes. Slender hands and thin feet extending from the skirt.

At the same time as the floating toe descends to the floor, the light that was fluffy disappears.

"It was a great ceremony"

His eyes opened as if he had responded to the low voice of the king who worked on Altman and others.

The bright hazel eyes are out of focus. Perhaps they do not yet understand the current situation.

…… I can't understand it easily.

It was a small girl of the same age as my sister who was invited from another world.