Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

Just because you're an adult doesn't mean anything changes suddenly. That's obvious when I look at you, Cecil, who has grown up one foot ahead.

Cecil, your confidence doesn't make any difference. There's nothing different about Mr. Tundele, the fact that he's so cute when he laughs... the fact that he looks good, the fact that he's so sweet on Ruby.

Oh, but you were getting a little taller. If I had noticed, I would have missed Jill. For once, Jill is above average, too, Cecil. You're getting bigger. Jill is a little bit more repentant than you look at her.

So it's not us that's changed, it's the way things are handled around us.

"You don't really feel adult, do you?"

This is my first attendance as an adult. I've come to work as usual, not that the scenery looks particularly different.

Well, the demon crusade started to pour out all sorts of glances, like it or not, so that was on the road that I was feeling.

"I wouldn't change that much myself. I haven't changed a thing."

"Right. It's not like I felt anything else."

Cecil, I hear you haven't changed yourself, and you'll return the word as you look through the paperwork in the lab. It hasn't really changed particularly, it's Cecil, who's been entrusted with more than adult work since before adulthood.

Rather than being isolated, I have been wondering lately if Mr. Cardina and the others were noisy and didn't make it to work.

You're the real genius, aren't you, Cecil? When you were little, Cecil, you didn't imagine that you'd become better and brighter here.

Because of this, I am close to handling your secretary, Cecil. Because I can't develop it, but I'm here.

Is my job mainly about chores, Cecil, your witchcraft, your witchcraft development aids, the commissioning of the witchcraft you developed, and the magic charge for the witchcraft? Because it has a lot of magic and human battery level. This is all very treasured.

"Well we don't change, but the treatment around us changes. I will be taken as my tracking son, and you will be the daughter of the Marquis' maid of honor and most powerful magician. They're after us all."

"I know that very well. It's a hassle."

"You have no choice."

Cecil, you're standing up and taking a few books out of the bookshelf and checking them against the paperwork.

I tend to be stuck in a magic house, but it seems like I'm home regularly. He speaks of the term trace son as if he stinks, but contrary to that, he's great because he regularly goes home to his parents and does all sorts of things.

I thought it was your job, too, but I guess I'm sad. I don't have a job that looks particularly like your job right now, so it's about making tea. I can't develop magic or anything around it.

I can't do anything to help other departments because my boss (Cecil) has asked me to stop it because it stinks a lot.

I have no choice but to set the tea leaves in the teapot and prepare the tea by pouring a little hot water with magic. I have to keep the cup warm, too.

"You don't have to forgive me for being targeted for life. Kidnapping and all that."

I'm interested in chatting with you, Cecil, because I'm free to wait, or most of the time I'm relaxing chatting, even at work.

Being targeted, means a lot. You want to marry me to get into Adelucian or to incorporate this blood, and then you want to wipe it out because it's the worst quality eyesight? That's all you want me to give you a break.

"You're so often kidnapped... you've been there twice"

"I hope there's no next time."

They say it dyes, and my cheeks tense on their own.

Cecil, you won't know much about it the first time, but you were in the mansion the second time. Because the first time it was my carelessness and the second time it was broken in the middle of the night and I didn't notice.

Neither one of you was in danger of your life.... although they both deserved half of it. That's what happened when I resisted, so I can't help it.

"Let's hope the assassination doesn't..."

"Bye. Be careful, they might come after you from another country."

"It sounds good to be asked to cross the country, but you're relieved."

Two patterns are targeted by other countries. Will you be begged for your abilities as a magician or vice versa be erased because of your abilities?

Though neither of them need to be vigilant enough to be here, I'm not brave enough to be targeted and flat out.

"Other countries don't possess as much magic as they do when they're called magical powers. Neighboring Kelvim has little magic. You'll want your hands out of your throat."

"Where I was, there's no way we can balance the country."

"I'm glad it seems that way. Be aware of your influence."

"Ugh."

I'll send Cecil a complaining glance at you with a vision that moisturizes you into plain pain while you gently peek and hold your forehead because you've been decoupled. Cecil, you don't look sorry.

Awful, before I think about it, Cecil, a little anger is scratched out by your slightly distressing glance.

"There are aspects of wanting a magician, but the most important thing is to have more magic in the royal family."

Cecil, they're showing me around as much as you are, and they explain it to me a little less soberly.

I mean, I'm more of a magician than a wife. Oh, it comes with force.

If I can, I mean as much as I can, no, absolutely not. I don't know. I don't want to marry a single man in a country.

Do you feel compelled to marry me?

"... they took me over there, but at the end of the day, you don't want me to be used as an instrument of prosperity for the rest of my life away from home"

"... I absolutely don't like it, it's a categorical rejection"

Cecil, when you feel chilly about your exact predictions and shake your neck, Cecil's sympathetic eyes say, "I guess so," too.

Tools of prosperity are forced to make children, right? I don't like being forced to do that with people I don't love. Every time I give birth, I go to the bedroom for my next child or something, and I just think about it and my hair gets better.

Just imagine it. Your temperature is going to be dropping once or so, and you can't help but hold your body and shake your head again to blow your imagination away.

I categorically reject such a future, I absolutely don't like it. It's an absolute rejection posture, even if my father orders me to, it can't be in the first place.

Cecil on the boulder. You thought it was pathetic too, you reached out to me slightly tearful and rubbed my back.

"Well, before that happens, maybe two of our strongest guardians will go mad and destroy the country."

"You're not going to be shabby."

You're trying to erase my dark future imagination, or you whisper hope that if you do, you'll be rescued.

But that makes me a little chilly.

Those two could do it, I'm afraid they're going to have the strength to do it. Or there will be. The balance of power in the state is strange, right here.

I can imagine my father leaving 'Inferno' with an angry look on his face, so with all this, this is horrible. There is a precedent for devastating kidnapping tissue, so anyone who also heard the word I said it wouldn't be a sprinkle will be able to nod.

"If you're dealing with a high-ranking magician who's willing to die trying to keep up with you, well, without magic, you don't have a good minute."

Or if I were Kelvim, I wouldn't want to deal with you, Cecil.

They don't have any firearms in this world yet. Because we give priority to the development of magic over the development of science and technology. That's right. If you had such a convenient force, you'd give it priority.

So the presence of a Magic Instructor is very strong as a force of war. I'll finish it before I let my father or anything else come near me normally.

No matter how good you are at martial arts, it doesn't make sense if you don't approach them. Even with bows and arrows, you can play them if the others work together.

I don't want to deal with them either, and when I laugh bitterly, for some reason, Cecil looks at you with a frightened look.

"I don't even want to deal with you..."

"Really?

"Unless you can be sealed by some means, if you mean it, you can ice a small country or so."

... to the boulder. I think that's hard. If we release the magic from full to critical at once, we won't have to.

Oh, but the magic has increased again, so I might have been able to afford a little. A little more efficiency in my magic consumption in the first place would make it a little more powerful.

'Coquitos', should we practice? For when, at least so that we can have more delicate control and power regulation.

"As long as you're not magically sealed, it's okay, but if you're sealed, you're just a woman, so there's nothing you can do. I'm scared because kidnapping can happen if you're surprised."

"... Cecil, can't you help me?

"I feel like turning to those stoppers. Maybe too much."

"Hehe, right"

Mr. Cecil, basically, we're not going to destroy it. I mean, I'm really mad, I haven't seen it here in years. I was suspicious if you meant that when you were little, too.

Seriously, Cecil, what happens to you? It seems like a lot of things.

Well, Cecil, you're rational, so rarely are you, and I convinced you, Cecil, you stick your cheeks on and you slip away from your gaze.

"... well, if they take me away, I'll do enough to help."

A grunted word for impatience. That's not your honesty, Cecil. I know it's kindness if we've been together nearly eight years.

It must have been a little embarrassing to have missed my eye. My cheeks are stained with thin red, so I'm sure of that.

"Thank you, Cecil."

I just smiled even though I thought it was adorable because staring or tearing it up here would make me obstinate.

It's bad to be unfaithful to look at Girosilo, and take your gaze off...... oh, I left my tea alone.

Extract the extract into your sight and enter the teapot as it is, and hastily, Cecil, warm the cup to your desk with magic and place it.

I forgot, and when I looked bitter, I was turned to look at Aho child, so this time I couldn't even argue, so I silently poured tea.

I knew it was very dark, because I put the time away. It might be a little sinister. The smell is stronger for that matter, but this is a habitual tea and I'm reluctant on boulders...

I thought about re-brewing it, but before I do, Cecil, I'm out because you brought the tea to my mouth. Speaking of Cecil, I always think Cecil is handsome in both her face and contents because she drinks without complaining even though she frowned for a moment.

"You'd better put sugar and milk in it."

"I'm sorry."

"This is good because this is delicious. And milk isn't in boulders, so take it or just put up with the sugar."

It's bad and laborious to go get milk, so just add sugar. Straight, I don't hate it, but you prefer milk tea, don't you? I'll put it through straight at the tea party, though.

Pour your share into a cup too and keep your throat moistened. I knew it was quite tannic, but, well, this is it.

Standing up and drinking was bad behavior, so I sat on the couch and relaxed in a quiet space for two. We're the only ones in the lab.

"... Speaking of which, Jill, you've been working very hard lately."

Jill was here before, but sometimes it's safe in the Magic Academy, and often he leaves. Well, that's because my father often calls me more than Jill's will.

But lately, I've been encouraging training in the training room. It's discipline to come with my permission, though I'm saying you don't have to report it all at once.

It's hard for you to practice witchcraft and talk to me because you feel impatient, Cecil, and you snort with your face knowing why. However, it immediately became a sinister face.

'Cause you're crazy about death.

"I'm not risking my life."

Why are you so desperate, Jill?

"... as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to tell you not to get me into those two promises."

"What are you talking about?

"... No, we're talking over here. You better know nothing, stay calm and live."

"I'm curious."

Cecil, you have a slightly distant eye. Apparently, Cecil, you know the circumstances, but you're not going to crack my mouth either.

Even with your lips pointed because it's boring to be kept secret, Cecil, you just turn your eyes to bitter laughter and slightly tired. This is a pattern that you will never tell me.

I guess it's not funny to understand that it's something I shouldn't let you know, so I'm the only one who's excluded, and I'm dissatisfied. So, Cecil, I know you're going to have a troubled look, so I'm going to switch right over and offer you a new topic, "Say so," right away.

"Speaking of which, your father hasn't said anything lately either. I'm just wondering if I'm going to completely decide on a candidate to be my wife when I grow up."

He doesn't want me to go to his wife, but he also wants me to be happy, and yeah, I see him roaring. You're bitterly laughed at by my mother every time for "complicated kindness."

My mother basically seems to support me if I'm the one to choose.

Father, when he grows up, doesn't say anything at all. Don't go to daughter-in-law or daughter-in-law, nothing. On the contrary, you're getting worried, because you have a sense of being drowned out.

It's weird, and you put your index finger on your lips to remind me of your father, Cecil, and you sigh one.

"You're swinging, too, in a way. Well, I don't have a choice, but only this time."

... Cecil again, I'm telling you a secret story. Cecil, you probably know what it is, don't you? Still, I suppose you've stopped saying that you won't tell me.

"We're all hiding something, aren't we, buddy?"

Everyone's been keeping a lot of secrets from me lately. You feel very excluded, don't you?

If this happens, will I make something to keep from you, too? But you don't have to hide anything, do you?

When you lower your eyebrows and dew your dissatisfaction, Cecil looks like you're in trouble again. I'm aware of what's bothering me, but there's nothing I can do.

"... men have dresses when they want to dress up."

"... Really?

"Oh."

If Cecil, a man, says so, I guess so. That's why you don't tell me.

... It's not funny to be out of company, but you can't get in the way if you think about that feeling of a boy, can you?

"That's hard."

"... I want you to give me a break around that bump coming around."

... Ah, Cecil, you're sober. Apparently, Cecil, you're involved, I don't know.

"... you know, I'll work for you, right?

Every time Cecil felt involved and borne the trouble, and I got kind of pitied.

I'm Mr. Tundele, but I'm a commonsense man, and that's why you're carrying the hard work, too, right? Until they moved to this lab over here, they were swayed by scattered Mr. Cardina and the others.... Yeah, Cecil, you did your best.

Too much swinging around Cecil. You're tired, so at least come close to Cecil and rub your shoulders. They gave me a frigid glance for a moment, but they didn't reject me.

"... Cecil, you have a big shoulder job. Or it's elaborate."

"Well, you're a man. All I need is paperwork and extra hard work from you guys."

"Me too!?

"What else do we have?"

Moving my fingers, I'll try to remember what I've been doing.

Uh, Cecil, what I burdened you with was rebellion, sorcery development, demonic crusades, celebrations... yeah, I feel like you're going through a lot of trouble.

Cecil, your words are good too, so I will make an effort to take some fatigue out of rubbing your shoulders without disputing them.

... Cecil, who grew up step by step and is now bigger than Jill. Over-reliance, I guess.

"... Cecil, I'm sorry"

"Not anymore."

"Ugh... that's true"

"... I don't hate being counted on by you. You better rely on me because it's dangerous."

He's a baker to take care of, Cecil. Your voice is so soft.

... Cecil, I think you've changed. I grew up to be a kind and caring person, unimaginable from the beginning.

"I think I'm happy to be friends with a boy like you, Cecil."

"Right.... I met you and we saved each other."

"... Did I do something?

"Fine, I don't know. 'Cause if you'd been like you, that 'd be fine."

Me, like me.

That seems easy and very difficult. Being honest and unattached is a difficult thing to do when you grow up. Because I'm really going to wear pre construction.

You look back and smile at me when I'm quiet. [M] Like me, I scratched my head squeaking, whispering only softly, "Bubba."

"If you stay put, I'll feel safe around you. Stay where you are."

However, when disciplined to be vigilant, I smiled like you, Cecil. "From the side I said......" Cecil, your whining is a bit in the thru direction.