The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

That was sudden one day.

I was irrationally attacked that day.

"They've been sparing time lately, haven't they? Anis."

"... Yes?

"I don't want to blunt my mind either. I've been busy lately, and it's a good opportunity."

"Um... Mother?

It was my mother who showed her flutter in the outhouse. If it's not my fault, what I'm wearing is a war outfit, and I look like I have a spear in my hand.

"Come on, let's put on some archery for you. Anisphere."

Even after time, my mother, named in the strongest corner, had a belligerent grin.

The sound of cutting the wind passed right by. A blade avoided by trying to plunder, trying to take advantage of the momentum of the body falling as-is.

Wind cutting sound again. Avoid by tilting your head at the back spear poke as you swirl. Even if you try to jump into your nose in a rebuilt position and get slashed, it doesn't hit your mother who dodges you with a slight appearance.

The pattern of the spear presses to slap the brain sky all the time saying in return. Swing and play the celestial on top of it. Try to retreat after flying with each other to get a distance.

Exhale the breath that had stopped me from doing too much. I couldn't help but scream as I felt the breath that would make me bitter.

"How could you do this?"

"Tapping lightly is a lot to spare!

"I can't believe where I can afford it...! Oh, unreasonable!

Try to get a distance while playing the tip of an approaching spear at the Celestial. However, as the mother does not allow the distance to be separated, she rolls out the disturbance with one hand while packing the distance. No, fast, fast!?

"Mana Shields!"

Raise one hand and deploy the magic barrier that was nestled in your arm to contain the spear. You can finally react even with physical enhancement, or the same thing...!

As I am bouncing back the disturbance poke with my final thoughts, I will now swap it between my hands and my mother will shake the spear out loudly.

That spear shake out has the magic of the wind in it, and the gust blows out and blows my body. He manages to stretch the Celestial's magic blade and kill the momentum as he protrudes into the ground.

"Ha...! Ha...!

"Didn't you lose strength? Anis."

Mother says in a sighing mix as she restarts her spear. I don't know where in my smaller body I have that power, I think I'm going to lose my grip because my hand holding the celestial was paralyzed earlier!?

Regardless, my mother is not a fool. The real top of my mother is the "flow” of wind magic. Every act of wind magic plays an accelerating role, knocking on wasteless power.

This is the strength of Mother, Sylphine Mays Palettia. To be clear, I can't make it in time. The storm of the whole offensive, if I were to speak truly of my mother, would be such an expression.

"You still seem relaxed. Certainly, magic is worth your life, and right now, there's no other way for you to get out of it than to be distracted if you're not directly involved."

"No, you know what, Mother"

"That's why I don't admit to being lazy, etc! That sexual root, beat me back once now!!"

Will you stop proclaiming with a happy grin!?

Ignore my screams and my mother will come towards me. The moment you kick the ground, you stick out a spear that weighs all over your body with acceleration by the wind. Replace the position so that it is not rubbed against the mother as she plays away from the tip of the ear.

Mother, who gained momentum, stayed put, as if she had risen to the sky with a stick-high flying guideline, "kicking" through the air and coming towards me. Defend with a Celestial to cope with a sudden and sudden change. Stop acting so strange!?

If Yufi is an all-powerful wizard capable of handling a wide variety of magic, her mother has reached the ultimate in wind magic.

Honestly, I want to despair even though the strength that has always been unreasonable is still bouncing since such a mother recently touched on the concept of “flight”.

Originally, Mother's style is a crystal of technology that integrates the flow of wind magic with the movement of weapons. I recently captured a magic concept from flying magic know-how.

What the hell is this mother trying to fight? Wouldn't this guy be able to take down the dragon by himself?

"I don't mean because I'm lazy, you just wanted to try this!?"

"Come on, what is it?

I rebuild my celestial even though I am frightened of my mother, who smiles at me no.

Because it's about my mother, I know I'm prepared for it, but it could break my bones. I was wrapped up in such grandeur.

"Nevertheless, that weapon is good...... would you like me to make a dedicated spear too?

"Ha, what do you do when you're stronger than this?

"This is still the end of the samurai, right?

"I'm not a samurai!?"

Then I was wondering if you could invite someone from the Knights or something, not me!?

In the end, even after that, I continued my archery with my mother and got bogged down. Long reach, fast movement, unstoppable, too quick to react. Oh, my God, my mother is a monster after all!

"Ugh... I had a terrible eye"

"Because you live a lazy life. I won't allow you to be lazy."

After my mother's audition, I was having tea with my mother in the corner of the garden. I'm sitting in a chair, but my whole body is pounding and it hurts.

I'm pretty sure it's a muscle ache tomorrow, I'm not sure. Sure, I haven't gotten into a lot lately because I've been losing my mind.

... Well, I just regret it a bit. I think I need to work this out again.

"And yet... you're stuck"

I turn my gaze to the garden and squeal. I don't usually take trips to the garden because I'm stuck in the outhouse.

My father had recently begun to sew between errands and landscaping. Right now, we're enjoying our tea in our father's private space, the corner where he got it.

I can still see my father checking on the flowers and the landscape. I tried to come after the audition to have a tea party with my parents and kids, but there was a bitter smile on my father who was messing with us.

"It's like when you're investing in magic."

"... Ha, no way"

I deny it with my mouth and show it, but I can't deny it a bit. I didn't want to find anything in common there. My father was a researcher, too.

I've heard that you like to mess with dirt for a long time. There were so many things that I had to inherit my country, and I couldn't rest until I gave up my throne.

Even though it assists Uffi, the aid is only an aid. Released from the heavy duty of king, Father was as if to regain his youth. I still love flowers in a lively way.

"... you make me a little jealous"

Pompous, my mother narrowed her eyes and shrugged. Unexpectedly a chill runs and holds my two arms down.

"Even your mother is jealous..."

"I will. Especially if he asks you which is more important: flowers or me?

"Huh? Your father loves that mother?

Even though it's hard to tell if you're usually trying not to show it, or if it's a lit up cover, you're drowning your mother?

Then my mother looked at me with her eyes like she saw something subtle.

"... I don't think you want to tell me."

"... why?

"Ufi or magic, which is more important?

I accidentally got stuck in words. He drinks it up before he blows it out, spitefully suppressing that he's about to blow out the tea he drank.

Do you say that either is important, that neither is important and that I can't give you superiority or inferiority, or that I'm not honest about lying, but I love Yufi, but I can't throw away magic...

"Look, look."

I couldn't even argue with you. There's no gu noise either.

"This is how I like to leave me alone and play dirt. Be careful now, Anis."

"Yes......"

I'm not convinced he's mad at me just because he's my father... but I remember him, so I feel like I shouldn't argue with him.

Then, my mother laughed out couscous.

"If you look at it this way, Annis and Orphans look alike."

"... is that right?

Does your father and I look alike?... but I never thought about that when I was told again.

"Somehow you like people who can't abandon you. I tend to pull into my world. And being honest with people you like is bad, huh?

"……… object"

"There's room, there's room."

... I didn't admit it, but even if I strongly deny it here, I will admit that I think so...!

"You're gonna give Yuffi some proper sweetness, aren't you?

"That's what my mother cares...!

"It's about the family. And Yuffi is carrying the burden of a queen? It'll crumble if you don't sweeten it so you don't care how much you stand and spoil it."

"... I know that,"

It's good to spoil it, isn't it? But it's sweet... maybe I'm not good at it.

Then my mother smiled somewhere she seemed lonely. Gently return to the saucer as you peer through the edges of the teacup.

"It's my fault you make me look like that."

"No, that's not why...!

"All I could do was talk loudly and treat you harshly when I met you. I fully understand that it is now time for me to teach you to be sweet to someone like that. And you're not going to blame me. I'm getting sweet."

"Then be sweet enough. Me or your father. First, they're carrying too much. You should have treated me a little more."

"I'd say the child in question should be...?

"Ugh."

I don't deny that you're a problem child. Yes, it's my fault for the hard work! Yes, yes, I'm bad, I'm bad!

"... but I wish I'd done this sooner"

"Mother..."

"What kind of brother was Algardo to you? Anis."

I didn't think your mother would give you Al's name, and I opened my eyes to a little surprise.

Since then, Al-Kun's name has been like a taboo between us. The story of Al Kun, who has been abandoned and flown out of the public and into a remote place, is a heartbreaking topic for everyone.

"... he was a pretty little brother. You used to be weak, didn't you? About my back, following my very own, getting angry and teary-eyed together..."

"Right."

"I didn't protect Al. I couldn't protect him, and I didn't try to. So I was hoping that Al could take everyone's hand and push them out to whoever they wanted. I still want Al to be king."

Even now that Yufi is king, I don't know if Al-Kun is king.

I didn't want Uffi next door, but if they were, those two would have been kings and queens.

That's what I might have liked to see. Though I don't know what's going on with me then.

"You don't think Algardo has talent?

"I don't. But... you shouldn't have seen it that way. Someone had to believe Al. In fact, Al has become so much a vampire. I've gained strength, work hard, work hard, spit blood back."

Al doesn't have the talent to glow. I still can't deny that. But I don't even think that was right.

However, as a result, he could have gone as far as a step ahead of ruling the country without me anyway.

The means were just unacceptable, and Al-Kun went up there. That's all I can't deny, and I don't think I should deny it.

"... if there is magic in al-kun's hands"

If I had taken al-kun's hand instead of wanting extraneous power.

Oh, I thought about that. Then maybe there was a better future than now.

"I don't know what to say now. That possibility didn't take shape."

"... Yes"

"But you can't even regret it.... Ha, we, our parents, were short on words. That pointer really hurts my ears right now..."

My mother exhales deeply. It's not like I've never exchanged words with my mother. I was looking forward to hearing about other countries' landscapes and cultures.

There were just no words to exchange hearts there. There was only a conversation, like a duty to each other, between the upper side of the interaction. Just ask for what it should be, look for it, and fit it in.

"... that's not going to happen, and we're going to have to start over. Little by little, even if you can't get it back, to build up more than that."

"... right"

Getting the ideal time is like a dream that can no longer be fulfilled.

Still don't think I want to forget. Dreaming like that. I don't want to do anything that didn't come true anymore, even if it's a further wish.

My father was so enthusiastic about the dirt, my mother bawled, and I swung at it. There, Al, who became king, sees between them and calls out.

And have a tea party with my family. I closed my eyes softly, visioning such an unfulfilled dream.

(Al, how are you?)

I want you to forgive me as much as I pray. I want you to miss it if you just wish.

At least now, I need to make sure I don't let go of just what's left of my hand.

I exhaled softly as I looked at my mother's face.