Troy was a sorcery madman.
From morning to evening, he is immersed in magic study and training anyway. The Rufus boy was worried because he overlapped with himself a while ago.
I was asked if the teacher would do something about it, and I was forced to bring him to school on the weekly participation day.
When I met him, I did realize the instability. A 6-year-old kid was just throwing himself into magic. The high level of magic lectures in the school are listened to as if they were eaten, but otherwise, even a little conversation is a disgusting rejection of the air.
During the lecture, I peek at Troy from behind my desk, and I'm stunned.
Writing textbooks, Japanese!!?
I looked at the gap and asked the moment I was alone.
Were you Japanese?
This is the first Japanese language used in the world. His reaction of astonishment and joy at hearing it was somewhat indescribable.
You're not the only one who can easily adapt, like me. It must have been very thoughtful to be reincarnated into this world. A boy who couldn't rely on anybody but to seek out a single possibility to return to the original world.
Even in the old world, she was 12 years old and her memory was broken in a car accident. It breaks my heart to think of the family I was with.
I can't even talk to my current family, and I can only confuse myself with the status quo that can't be possible. The spirit itself is still a child.
For the first time, Troy was able to meet a trusted adult in the same position as himself, and he completely broke through and opened his heart.
I must support this child so that he can live in this world.
So I decided to take charge of the weekly classes, but something unexpected happened and it stopped there.
... King Cornelius is dead.
About three months after that, I had to take a break from school in order to set up a new system.
I tend to forget, but my main business is politics.
I was running with Isaac to make a stone at the feet of the young Elias, who was still standing in the new king. I barely exchanged letters with Troy, so I didn't get the chance to meet him.
I found an amazing literature from such a Troy, so I wanted you to look it up together, and when I received a letter that I could read a lot from the text, I got a little smile.
He seems to be working hard too.
I'm doing my best. I made a promise to meet you at school next week in order to write to you.
After three months of fury, it finally came to an end.
I can finally face the school tomorrow.
I invited Isaac out for a drink at a cheap tavern downtown this evening.
It's the most enjoyable place in school, and it's a memorable place where the three of us started drinking together in the city.
Busy Isaac went out with me without complaining.
Now I wonder why I wanted to have such a sentimental memorial. Maybe my hunch worked.
No, the other way around. The power of prophecy did not work this night. I'm sure it was fate.
"The sooner a good guy dies, the sooner he dies."
I murmur with bitterness. Cornelius died of cerebral infarction. I couldn't avoid it unless it was an accident or an assassination.
"It's too early to get old. I'm not retiring till I have Elias in one piece."
Isaac answers seriously after all.
"Fufufu, haters live a long time."
Well then, don't live to 100.
"I intend to. I'll stroke your grandson in school eventually."
"Don't tell me so many stupid things. My daughter has learned the worst from you, too."
"You too."
Don't hesitate to interact with your childhood friends. Isaac remembers a lot.
"Elias and Alexis are going to name the child Cornelius if it were a prince."
"That's not good. Let's stop it."
I deny it outright.
"Even if you were reborn, you should have a new life. Don't let someone else's life go on its own."
My words seemed surprising to Isaac.
"Did you believe in reincarnation?
"Ha ha ha. I'm a reincarnated person. I remember my previous life."
"That's new to me."
"It's the first time I've said that. I'm surprised you're not surprised at all."
Now. You'll have everything. "
A casual conversation while drinking. After all, he was the longest person I've ever been with in my life.
This is Isaac's last conversation.
Break up with Isaac and walk further into the city. I feel like drinking alone a little more.
It's snowing. The shadows disappear quickly from the streets that are supposed to be still busy.
Perfect for a body burned with alcohol.
I watched the snow accumulate as I walked.
"Oh, speaking of which, I forgot to tell you the prophecy."
I had forgotten another subject that had become too sentimental.
I'm not sure yet, but there have been some bad signs lately.
Perhaps from now on, more monsters will become more vicious...
It feels like something is moving.
"Well, it's not today or tomorrow, okay?"
I heard a carriage from afar.
There's always no sign of guards sticking around. Seems unusual.
- Yes, I'm sure it was fate.
It's dangerous to fly so fast when there's snow. I thought it was like other human resources.
--This is the second time around, every night when "Zachariah" ends.