Tensei Shoujo no Rirekisho

"What are you so strong about! Don't come into my room in such a dirty outfit! Hijiki, what the hell!

This is what he said when he did me a long time ago.

No, no, it's your fault, this little filth. I was the cleanest person in my life a few seconds ago.

"Don't worry, son. It wasn't insane because it was beautiful when I entered the room."

I made myself clear.

"Oh, my God, with all the hard words... you're in good shape for your plain face! Because I'm more amazing! Because I'm a wizard!

You plain looking piece of shit... you kid! Because plain faces are only now, and you must be beautiful, and rather it has absolutely nothing to do with the way things have been going so far and being plain faces! This blur.

"I know, Fong. By the way, your room is dirty, so let's clean it up. I'll get a cleaning servant to clean it up, so why don't you go outside? It's a beautiful day."

"Shut up, plain face! I'm not taking orders from you!

Again, this guy, you called it a plain face.

Children are such frustrating things... No, but calm down, me.

There is also the word Buddha's face up to three degrees. It's what children say, let's take it seriously.

"Alan, why do you always bite when a new servant comes? And you have to clean up what you've defiled yourself."

Cain, who had grated earlier, was telling his brother how he had regained his soothing composure.

Um, I'm eight years old. Praise and send.

"Brother Cain! 'Cause this guy's busy!

"No, I'm sorry, and clean your room!

"... okay, brother Cain"

Apparently, a fucking kid named Alan is kind of irresistible to his brother, and he's blatantly unwilling! and so on, even with his face, he admitted.

Oh, no, you're going to apologize. And I'm not a ghost, either. Why don't we forgive the plain face?

"But not too much! All you have to do is clean your room!

Why don't you apologize? Give me back my expectations. I mean, isn't it quite harsh for a five-year-old to do a little room cleaning in this muddy water?

But my worries were worrying.

The muddy water scattered across the floor earlier disappeared beautifully, wondering, in the main, if the fucking gakiaran with his hands on the floor had said something like a bump and a spell.

Speaking of which, this fucking kid Alan was a wizard.

Perhaps this muddy water, which suddenly appeared, is a magical help.

Too convenient. A vacuum cleaner that doesn't lose its suction. A vacuum cleaner that doesn't have eyes. I want a wizard in the family.

But fuck you, Kiaran, there's one thing you're missing. Have you noticed?

"Dear Alan, I am also currently admirably wet. Can I stay refreshed, too?

I asked for it with the best smile. Five-year-old, full of smiles.

"Ha, that suits the plain face"

"Hey, what the fuck! Those defiant eyes! You're going against me!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Bee Cool, Bee Cool.

I almost shot a child with my gaze.

"Alan! I feel sorry for you. You're still about the same age as Alan."

Oh, my God, that's Cain Boy, that's nice! Feminist! Handsome 8-year-old!

"I don't need a servant with a... plain face that your father or mother appropriately gave you!

And for some reason, I'm about to cry about fucking kid Alan. No, I'm the one who wants to cry, it's a lot wet.

"Alan..."

Cain Fong also held Alan's shoulder and called his name to care for him.

What is this home drama? Though I'm leaving it all wet.

Someone notices me, and I get a cold like this.

"You're my good brother."

In the meantime, I've shared my thoughts on the home drama.

"Shut up, you servant! Because you're neck! If you know what I mean, just leave me alone!

No, I'm really angry. I'm annoyed, even though my head knows it's a good thing to listen to a busy kid. Perhaps menopause. I haven't even started my period.

"Well, Master Alan, do something crazy. It is your wife who can decide whether to neck me or not. I don't think Alan has the authority to do that."

I was so frustrated, I took my hand to my mouth, put my pinky finger up, and laughed at my ohoho.

Imagine a villain aunt likely to come out in the noon drag.

Then when I look at him, the fucking kid Alan's face turns red.

Oh, no, look at me. Making my face so red, my first love? If I did, I'd really sin.

"This guy! How busy! I'll make you kotempan enough to tell you to quit because it's hard enough for you, so fight! Duel!"

No, did the anger make your face red? He's a short-tempered fucking kid.

"Become! Alan! It's a girl!

Cain Fong desperately stops, but apparently my brother, who forgot me because of anger, can't stop me.

Cain Fong, who stands still, also says something like "too busy" and dismisses it. My sympathy was poured on me by Cain Fong.

I mean, a duel! For the five-year-old's sake!

Maybe you're going to play a card game too? Is it the one called Duel Standby?

"One of you, if you butt on the floor, you lose. You got it? If you lose to me, get out of here and stop being a servant! Nice!"

"Does that mean the duel is a meatball fight, a fight?

Wasn't it Duel Standby?

"Yes, it's a battle for everything. Motyron, you can also use magic. I wish I could use it."

And a fucking kid laughing.

I see, because you have magic. So you're all confident.

"By the way, what would you do if I won?

"Hmm! I don't think you're gonna win, but then I'm gonna be a kid or whatever"

I don't need such a frivolous child.

"Is the place of the duel good here, in this room?

"It's fine here. It's troublesome to be out there on purpose."

"By the way, Earlier, Master Alan was saying something when he used magic, but if he didn't say that word, magic wouldn't activate, would it?

"It's obvious."

Fuckin 'Kiaran answered with a face about what's obvious.

"Was I? I was just impressed that Alan remembered that long line even though he was still young. Well, then, yes, I did. Duel, take it."

"All right! Brother Cain, please give me a signal to start."

While Cain Fong looked sinister, he was supposed to be a referee by saying, "Okay."

And to me, are you sure? I asked him to stop attacking me when I said stop so that I wouldn't get hurt too much.

It's hard for a brother to have a handy brother, too.

"Introduction!"

And the signal of initiation echoed into the room.

I run out to the fucking kid at the same time.

Even so, since it is the leg strength of a 5-year-old, it feels like a totattoo, but somehow it is about 4 meters away.

As soon as I got near the fucking kid with the bumpy spell, I unknotted Gushogusho's apron with muddy water wrapped around his hips as he ran, sticking it straight up Alan's face.

The fucking kid, who was on his way to cast a spell, spoke like a swimming boy who couldn't breathe well like Burgofaar.

An apron with lots of moisture sticks to my face and I can't breathe well.

As I turned behind him in that gap, I succeeded in paying my legs, pushing my shoulders and, somehow, letting him put on a bump.

The battle came on quickly.

In such a narrow place, I can't believe the duel. The magic of having to purposefully cast a spell would be to the detriment of a meagre five-year-old.

Whatever is convenient and amazing is bound to have its disadvantages. You have to grasp your weaknesses, boy.

Fucking Kiaran, who took the wet apron he had stuck on his face with his own hands, looked up at me with a flashing face.

"Now, my child Alan, quick order, will you clean my wet and dirty clothes and hair?

I just decided to give a simple order, looking down on Jen royalty.