Tensei Shitanode Tsugi Koso wa Shiawasena Jinsei wo Tsukande Misemashou

"... so you practice"

Cecil, you stringed the horse to the tree behind you, and I ask you to come back to me and make sure.

My name is Cecil, and as you walk in, I'll just walk away from the woods for a little while. To avoid involving the horse, which is, of course, a means of return, Cecil, you were also guiding me to understand it and stay away from the horse.

While you're at some distance, Cecil, you're next door. I'm going to control it so that it doesn't even have aftermath in the rear as much as possible, but I want you to stay on the side because it's not what I figured out. You'll stop me if you have to.

"You don't dare to see how much you can shoot with normal power, do you? I did everything I could, so the power was out of the question... and the power was confirmed."

I will also put into words what I intend to do now, with the meaning of mutual confirmation.

What I'm going to do today is not do everything I can to keep 'Coquitos'. I want to make sure that's how much I can unleash with normal power.

I want to see how the magic increased after the demon crusade, and I've never normally shot anything powerful in the first place. Because at that time we were in crisis, and we were asked for a tremendous concentration and elaborate control.

I guess I had that much fine control because my life was at stake, but it's pretty hard for me to tell you to do the same thing now.

So, first of all, that's why we're going to start controlling the normal 'Coquitos'. It's usually the soul dare to start with power and gradually get used to control from there.

That's right, it feels like if I were to analogize, I'd start my first game with normal, not difficulty berry hard. Because I'm not a challenger.

All the best, Cecil, you have slightly distracted me with the word, but I just want to reassure you that I'm not going to throw all the ball this time.

"... control as much as you can."

"Duh, I'll try"

"If I freeze my horse, I'll have to go home on foot. I won't carry it."

He said, "It's okay!

I have been given a suspicious look, but I don't want to get tired like that even with me, so I want to avoid it.... Well, Cecil, I don't know how you feel about this, but I need to prove that I'm not weak enough to act on that premise.

Cecil, as I feel your gaze, I will slowly bring the magic flow along the surgical ceremony.

The most powerful and difficult sorcery I can do. It will also be proportionately more difficult to handle when there is a lot of power, which is normal.

That's why you have to pass magic so carefully, maximize your power and keep the magic running in your hands.

The image is a raw white view. I'm sorry for the many bushy lawns, but... the extreme cold hell I imagine is a clear white and ethereal woven view.

"... 'Coquitos'"

Whisper the name of hell softly, and let the magic that runs through your body manifest itself in the form of sorcery by drawing the form of a surgical ceremony.

The magic released from me dyes my vision white in an instant.

The blue, thriving grass had stopped time and all the colors had been repainted with frozen pure white. And the surgical ceremony doesn't stay just to freeze the ground. As it protruded from the ground, the ice cubes were conical and growing into the sky, and the Ethereal Dome, which was descending soft warmth, was showing a stiffness and embodying a gray cloud in an instant.

From the clouds that cover the sky, slowly apply makeup to us when white, crisp crystals descend.

"You're still out of standard... and it's snowing in the aftermath"

Looking ahead stained with white, Cecil, you overflow exhales that can be taken in both awkwardness and admiration. That breath turns white and goes up, so it also pains me that the temperature has dropped quite a bit.

Well, as far as I'm concerned, I'm more than happy to be able to control the temperature properly.

"Wow... it's snow, Mr. Cecil! I wonder if it won't pile up, when it does, you can make a snowman!

Not much snow is seen in our country in those basically warm climates during the four seasons. Unless you let me shake it artificially, the first thing you'll see is a little jump on a tiny ice crystal to expose my excitement. I'm probably perceived by Cecil as a child.

They actually did, and somehow a gaze of confusion and pity stabs them in the cheek, like seeing an unfortunate child.

"You... are not a child."

"'Cause I haven't seen snow in a long time, and when it builds up, you get a brighter view, right?

Cecil, I know you're not interested in that because you're a grown-up, cynical person, but as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to play snow in return for my childhood heart. I mean, I've never played snow before, including in my previous life, so I'd like to forget that I'm an adult here.

As for me admiring the snow scenery, I guess it would be sassy and beautiful if the snow stayed on like this. Er, I'd giggle. You admire the view of pure white without being smudged, even if it sighs, to a different white than the frozen view we have today. Oh, but don't bother getting down to Wang Du and the production line or something lags behind.

If you come around and let your hair dance to the snow that makes you skirt and dance, the snow that comes down will naturally make up my hair. If you stop and reach for it, the figure of the crystal that draws off the trajectory that swayed clearly in your palms.

Even in my hands, where the body temperature is not very high, the small crystals change into clear liquids so that they can be solved.

As childish as I am, I can't help but enjoy watching the crystals melt. Maybe you're excited about the snow you haven't had a chance to touch inside, it wasn't the time of the crusade.

Beautiful, I was giving you my hand with a grunt, but Fuji Cecil shifts her gaze to Cecil when she realizes you're not responding to anything. After all, when I laugh bitterly and sigh.

But I was expecting Cecil. You weren't there, and Cecil was looking at me somewhere. You should be focusing on me, but you're saying you're looking at something you can't see... like you're dreaming, blurry.

"Mr. Cecil?

I stopped shagging to see if you were bored waiting, Cecil, and I looked up at you, and you took a step backwards like you were bounced back to me, and you distance yourself from me. But he thought I was going to get scratched, and he went back to the same distance and held his face down with his palms and said "nothing".

You're just surprised at something else, and I don't care, but you're more concerned about the inside of your palm that hides your face than that. Even if you tilt your neck, you'll be pointed that way.

"... how was your control?

Is it about thirty seconds on the count, off my face and then checking, so honest thoughts while I wonder.

"The control itself seems to work out, but with all the effort it seems pretty difficult. I'm going to try and figure out how much you can shoot with normal power."

It is also natural for the difficulty to jump to the point of shooting even the hard-to-control 'Coquitos' with all its strength in the whole body. In other words, with all the magic you can see right now, it's not hard to imagine being out of control and causing catastrophe around you.

That's why the first prerequisite is to be able to control the normal power perfectly, and to see how much that normal 'cocute' can unleash. Because I can predict how many shots I can shoot and how much control and power I need to throw.

"... don't push it."

I'll do my best - and when I put my fist up, Cecil, you had a long shot at me for some reason.... No, it's as far as I can control it to avoid damage this time, so you don't have to worry about that, do you?

Cecil, your concern also turns to the frozen sight in front of you there, and once again releases the magic to follow the form of the surgical ritual and superimpose it on the spread earth of the last 'Coquitos'.

Naturally the grass was dyed white and turned into a natural needle-like lawn because it was frozen further from the top earlier.

There's no reason to sacrifice a lot of nature, so I have to lay it in the same place, but every time I exercise magic, the grass is natural, but the conical ice grown from the ground increases in size and sharpness. By the time I went beyond the fifth shot, it was bigger than a small cabin or anything around it, and the number had increased to the point where it was unusual.

Fortunately, the control seems to be working, and the ice thorns are only quite ahead of us… or the ice sword mountains folded like icebergs can be made. If you want to fall from the top, you'll definitely get skewered.

And for the sake of control, he kept shooting "Coquitos" carelessly, feeling like sudden force flowing outside around the area where he had entered double digits several times. By the time I realized it, my knee was breaking and Cecil, your arm was stopping me from falling in front of you.

"... don't really shoot until you're critical, ahoy"

Cecil, you attracted me in a way that I could feel, and when I looked up, I was greeted with a sinister face.

"Ugh...... But that's the limit around here. When it comes to generating power in the meantime, it's probably critical twice."

It was hard standing on your own for a bit, Cecil, so I'm here to support you and announce this achievement. Personally, I was very focused and tired, but I think I might have achieved something commensurate with that.

Cecil, you were probably watching over me while I was hanging out, but I knew that a regular 'Coquitos' would put me under complete control for once. And the fact that my total magic power was even greater than I thought.

Even the average magic of a magic director seems to be dangerous, but it turns out he can shoot me or me. Roughly twelve shots, maybe?

Obviously, I can't deny the feeling that you've grown out of standard, Cecil, and I know you're afraid of a lot of things.... It's like a bomb, if you give me this far. Plus, it's worth using. That's why they're targeted and targeted for annihilation.

"... that's all I need, ahoy. Understand that you have unparalleled magic."

"Yes."

Cecil from something you don't really talk about. You've always worried about me, and that's why alerting me is essential. Besides, I'm always helped, so you look like Cecil.

I have to thank you one day, Cecil. What would you be happy to do?

I can't make you sweets or anything like that. Hey, what a way to thank you. It's me, but a little wind blows at us and shakes our bodies in the cold. Then he was attacked by the murmur of his nose and his weird voice popped out sneezing "heck" at will to endure.

"... is it cold? Well, that's all we have to do to make the flatlands snowflakes or ice fields."

"Snowman."

"No. You're fluffy, but you can't."

"Coquitos" didn't just make ice sword mountains. The aftermath is also tremendous, with some of the snow piling up to give us a different white view than the ice.

It seems that there is a high and low difference between the lawn and where it is safe that it has accumulated quite a bit, so it seems like a snowman would be able to afford to make it...... naturally, Cecil, it was dismissed as awesome by you.

I honestly don't think I could run to make a snowman in this condition myself, so I'll give up, unfortunately. I can't believe it's a corner snow scene (+ ice scenery) but I can't do anything.

Ugh, stay on the spot because you bite your teeth but only have to be grown up.... Still, it's cold. I can't complain because I did it myself, but the outfit, which is neither thick nor thin, is cold because the temperature has dropped considerably on the boulder.

You rub your hands together and you sigh at me. [M] Then, he was moving his fingertips around the confluence of some butterflies and coat.

"Here."

And by the time I realized it, Cecil, you were taking off your coat and putting it on my shoulder.

Fluffiness and gentle warmth are separated, Cecil. Your scent wraps it for me, and if I repeat my puffiness and blink, I will be sighed.

"Wouldn't let a woman cool down."

"But Cecil, you're cold,"

"I don't care about magic. Be nice and screw around."

They won't allow me to refuse, and they ordered me to "stay put" with my eyes, so while I'm sorry, I'd like to thank you for putting it on my shoulder.

The coat itself is large and long, so it doesn't have to go through the sleeves to be warm. Cecil, your height is growing, and naturally the coat made bigger is pretty big for me. I can cover my body without wearing it, and I'm afraid the length is going to get to the ground. Cecil, your height is about 10 centimeters below your knee.

"You're a gentleman."

"Shut up. Rest in peace."

I've been dating for years and I know very well who cares, and I smile because I know that I'm bare and I'm a light-hearted person.

I smile and match my coat from the inside out. Cecil, you give me a little glance and advise like your mother to "put it on properly". I try to put my hand through my sleeve by responding with an extended yes, and my knee breaks if I don't accidentally.

How many times should I be caught by you, Cecil, you take it lightly and support me? He notices his knees trembling with fatigue, and his frightened eyes.

"... I can take care of you"

I'm sorry, I got my hands around my back and back of my knees before I apologized, and they lifted me up as easily as they were.

To me, Cecil, you have a deep sigh....... Cecil, I feel like I'm having a lot of trouble with you.

"Uh, I'll walk myself"

"You don't. I'm flustered. Be nice and grow up."

It's the same thing not to allow my objections. Cecil walking toward the tree that's holding the horse together, you don't see how spicy it looks at all.

"Oh, that's such an arm power"

"You're licking it, you"

"No, I've been manly for a long time."

'Cause I'm already an adult.'

"Hehe, right"

You look like you don't like hard work in research, Cecil. You can exercise in general. Because Jill said, "You look like a good guy and you're muscular." Jill is smart and thin, but is it the one that says it would be awesome if I took it off?

Guidance Cecil, if you take it off too, I suspect it would be awesome. When I looked up at you soaring, I heard you noticed. Cecil looked suspiciously at you.

"No, Cecil, if you're muscular, why don't you take it off?"

"What are you talking about all of a sudden, crazy bitch?"

"That's rude."

I'm disgusted that you turned your eyes on the awesome poor thing, but I said this grandly to the boulder, and I'm pretty terrible, too, so I won't argue with you.

I'll leave my body to you, Cecil, and my head to my chest.

Tongtong Tong Tong.

Over clothes, fast heartbeat whether it's because of your mind or not. Cecil, you're shy, so you don't like this posture or anything.

But as far as I'm concerned, Cecil, I'm so comfortable twirling around in your coat, smelling good, and being rocked every time I walk. My body is not following a massive amount of magic consumption, and my consciousness is about to be forced to end on its own. I'm sure you have instructions from your body telling you to get some rest.

In addition to that instruction, the comfortable environment combined with Cecil's sense of security that you were in, and this situation held in your arms was transformed into a tremendous state of sleep.

Try to rock in a certain rhythm in the meantime, I don't think you can help being captured by a sleeper, yeah.

In this situation of overlapping comfort and a good smell, Cecil, your side, I did not have a minute to remain conscious.

If you're aware, I know you're in a very warm environment. White cloth in front of you, probably Cecil, your shirt. I saw the design today with just a little embroidery in the collar.

Seems like it was because for some reason it was hard to get physical and when I lowered my gaze slightly, my firm arm was turning to my shoulders to stabilize over a softly twisted large coat.

"... good morning?

I also came to the boulder to understand why I was in this position, and I met your cramped face, Cecil, which was closer than I thought I'd let you tilt your neck with your face up.

You're freezing to death.

"I'm sorry, Hiya."

I don't hesitate to see you awake, Mr. Cecil, you've come to pull my cheek and punish me. Though handed down by boulders, I am a slightly teary-eyed me with exquisite force application and subtraction that even if it doesn't hurt plain enough to scream.

I can't take a tingle of pain from being let go, but I can't defy or complain to you Cecil for taking care of me so far this time.

If you think about your posture and your situation, you would have accidentally slept with me on your coat and replaced yourself on the couch without leaving me around, wouldn't you? Your current position is that of Cecil, who scratched a loose Walrus because of the tree, just between his legs.

If you think it's slightly warm and pleasant, Cecil, you were all concerned. It's only warming up around us with magic, and it keeps me from hurting because of my cuddling. Unless you're sorry because you're exhausted.

"You're too defenseless, just think and act."

"Ugh... I'm going to be thinking"

Where is it?

I'm clearly said and my eyes are clear enough not to allow objections. "Now is a good example of how easy it is to understand," he muttered, staring at him as he had reason to.

"You'll be caught off guard by whoever put you inside. Reject this posture."

Cecil, you just slightly reinforce the power of the arm you were gently pulling in. Naturally, my face is attracted to a firm chest, but I have no resistance at all. Ningro Cecil, it's strange and warm that you guys are in such aggressive contact that you want to leave yourself and watch the process.

"'Cause, Cecil, you smell warm and good, and then you're like,"

It fits perfectly in your coat right now, Cecil, but it smells really good. Cecil, your smell is calming and pleasant.

Besides, Cecil, I was sure you'd be okay to keep yourself. Cecil, I wonder if you could protect me, because what a good idea of bugs is at its root. Cecil, it could be pretty annoying to you, so I have to fix it.

Cecil, when I'm keeping my body with you, I'm flailing again, and my eyelids are coming down loose. Maybe you're not completely tired from sleeping, you're certainly recovering enough to walk on your own.

"You..."

"You're relieved, aren't you?"

Cecil, I know you're falling asleep again because of my reaction, so I shake you gently. Five more minutes, what a death-flag. I felt like I was pulling out all your bluffs, Cecil, by saying the slumber-flagged words.

As you cheek from the top of your shirt to your chest, the palm you were holding slowly slips into your flowing hair. Cecil, that's counterproductive to me and makes me very sleepy... I get my hair combed, because it calms me down so much when I'm made close to someone.

My advice drowsiness is pushing me and I'm giving myself up to you, Cecil. Cecil, although you strained for a moment with Cecil, you are in the same position as you are because you are rarely drawn from yourself in the first place.

"Ha... I dare you to be a little more vigilant. I told you during this time."

"Yes."

"I don't understand."

You're the earliest Cecil to ever give up. That's exactly the right word.

"... doesn't this guy think I'm gonna do something or something"

"Hmm... do you want to do something?

"... don't be so cheeky"

"Yippee"

Cecil, you really like to pull your cheeks, don't you, I'm the one whose eyes moisturize with plain pain in the way you make me feel?

Stretch out your cheeks for a while, "This ahoy" and drop a scolding whine, and let your cheeks frighten even more. When I clapped my arms and protested because it was time for my tingling to get stronger, it slowly stopped bullying me with my fingers if I was satisfied.

Did the blood flow get better too. I held my extra tingling cheek and looked up at you in tears, Cecil, who took a breath for a moment. Still, it immediately turns into a teasing grin and glance.

"Ugh... if your cheeks stretch, it's your fault, Cecil"

"I'll shrink you responsibly then."

"You're willing to crush me with your cheeks pinched!

When the way to shrink comes to mind only the physical way to pinch and compress your cheeks with your palms, it seems that the imagination still fits, Cecil, and you laugh and sneeze my head. Aren't you trying to shrink to your back, not just your cheeks?

Mmm, and even with your lips pointed and your grievances on your face, Cecil, you're laughing. It's close to a bitter laugh, though.

"Look, we're going home. Can you stand?"

"Well, I'm fine now."

I took a good rest, so I am somewhat tired but not enough not to stand up. You can't use boulder-resistant magic like that. I think you've gone too far out of standard with a lot of things around where you can use some magic after a short break.

With all due respect, Cecil, I got up from a couch called you. I tried to jump to rock the coat you lent me, and Cecil exhales like a relief. Just a little bit, is it because you seemed to regret it?

"Then we'll hurry home before sundown."

"Yes."

I tried to return my coat, but I received instructions to wear it as it was, so now it's time for me to raise my hand as I put my arm through my sleeve.

I brought out your bitter laughter with my childish behavior, Cecil, and I rode my horse home to the castle with your help.