The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

"Hmm, I didn't say that..."

The statue of the stylish King of Jen (Magkaro) gives a troubled look by twisting his body with his index finger on his chin.

"Atashi, you don't know much about this girl yet, do you? At best, I've heard rumors of soldiers slaughtering the bandits who attacked the village in a brutal way."

Executioner of blood!?

"Oh? What I heard from the military doctors was," A Platinum Nightmare, "right?

Platinum nightmare!!?

When I turned my sights to the Kingsguards, they all turned away from me at the same time. Hey, you're not turning that way and doing the wheel!

I was wary of the hellish aliases that Mr. Magcalo and Mr. Petite Shortcake (Lulu) had spoken of.

By military doctors, maybe the people who treated those bandits said... that I was probably the first to execute them... waffle hook, a bandit named Rabarit who captured them.

And maybe the alias blood comes from the fact that my house had been bloodstained from ceiling to floor. That was made to verify the scene. Soldiers were crying...

And anyway, I know that my heart certificate now is bad from all of the Empire, including the Mages.

If I stay like this, I will be promised terrible treatment as a psychopathic sorcerer!

I said, "So...!," he suggested, squeezing his courage.

"What about doing to me one thing at a time…"

To that suggestion, His Majesty the Emperor roared one "ho" and laughed niggardly.

"Fine. Then - anyone, ask this young nightmare executioner a question."

Hey! That's hard to ask, Your Majesty!!

He was about to erupt in a place with no heart or "nightmare executioner"! This guy is pretty dos!!

And even just don't stick with each other on the bad side of an extra-hearted alias! Because you're getting more eggs!

Staring at His Majesty behind the smile I drew, I heard a "question" from behind.

Looking back, a jalapeco cat (Lümmyfort), who didn't seem to think much of it, had raised his brown arm.

When His Majesty permits him to say, "Yes," Mr. Rümmyfort opens his mouth with a peek of his octagonal teeth.

"Why didn't you kill the bandit?"

That seemed like a casual question, a sharp question that approached the core quite a bit.

Unexpectedly sweating nasty on my back, I ponder how I answered.

If you can get all those miserable eyes on you, it would be easier to kill them right away.

Especially if the first bandit was enough to shoot through his hands and feet with a 'injection needle (medical rifle)', it should have been one shot at the head.

Even magic is not infinite, so, reasonably speaking, the advantage of shooting four shots and sealing the motion should be small.

Besides, the village and Empire City are three days away by carriage. Even though he flew a dove, it was three and a half days after the incident that soldiers from the Imperial capital arrived in the village.

It's not normal to cover the meals of the six bandits who attacked the village in a poor village that even can't afford it.

Because there's no benefit in keeping the bandits alive, and killing them doesn't make them guilty.

So why didn't you kill him?

"... with you, Yakuza."

To my answer, Mr Rümmyfort tipped his neck.

I will add a supplementary explanation of the answer.

"I tried to make you feel like you were about to be cursed. But you did a good job of saying," I'm not going to let one of you down in Mahogany, "and you put it away."

"What if I can't stop you?

"Probably worse."

The Kingsguards lined up to the left and right, they get a little annoyed. "More than that......!? I'm not gonna tell you!

Mr. Rümmyfort thought a little before

Then kill the demon.

This question will be one that I am asking if I am militarily worthy of use.

It's naturally a "don't kill" choice in that sense, but I have an appointment with your brother before then, so the answer is one after all.

I don't think your brother told you not to kill them because they're human.

“Unwet tips are the ones that hate dew" … Once you kill a creature, you will surely lose your decisive hoop (taga).

… it is the same thing that the subject is both human and demonic.

"I won't. Even if it's a good thing to go like this."

I looked straight into His Majesty the Emperor's eyes and proclaimed so.

Strangely enough, I wasn't scared at all by the golden eyes that shot out.

"... Roger that."

With that said, Mr. Rümmyfort took a step back.

Apparently, her question is over.

"Then I'm next."

Then Mr. Lulu sounded his bright red lolita shoes as a cutlet and stepped forward.

Seeing His Majesty snort silently, Mr. Lulu opens his tiny peachy lips.

"Tell me what you regret the most. Sure, honestly."

... That's kind of like a live recruiting interview question. My stomach is hurting.

But this would simply be a question of intent to know my humanity, so I can answer it with a little ease.

Honestly, the thing I regret the most...... it would still be that night.

"It was my fault that Murray fell on you."

To my words, Mr. Lulu frowned, "What do you mean?" and encouraged them to continue.

"I'm like Nelvia, and I'm here because I couldn't... I should have been the best..."

"How come you're the baby?

"I could do anything I wanted to do. Maho, Chi, there must have been one. Yet I did nothing."

"So the bandits attacked the village because of you?

"... Yes"

This was my honest, frank feeling.

I would have done anything in advance. Even if it wasn't totally preventable, the situation should have improved somewhat compared to this one, when I wasn't prepared for anything.

You may not have had to buy time while Mr. Nervia was hurt, your mother or the village chief may not have been seriously injured.

... After that, I was self-loathing and stuck in your father's room.

"That's enough. Next, Magcalo."

Wasn't that the answer you wanted too much, Mr. Lulu passed to Mr. Magcalo to throw with a very grumpy face.

And after glancing at her like that with a very gracious look on her face for some reason, Mr. Magcalo took a step forward. Big feet......!

"Ha, then it's Atashi's turn. If this is true, it's what Ver always asks, but I don't want to hear from you anymore."

To that word of Mr. Magcalo, His Majesty the Emperor rounded his eyes.

Then, Mr. Rümmyfort and Mr. Lulu also look up at Mr. Magcalo's face in surprise.

What, what? What question is that?

As we even bothered the Kingsguards, Mr. Magcalo spoke of the question.

"When I become a magician, I can have my direct reports given to me in the name of Lord Vel... how many would I want if I did?

Direct reports?

Does that mean they work together in an operation or something?

Or is he like a secretary who does regular chores and stuff?

Um, so much so that you're a subordinate, so you're not a sorcerer as a nobleman, you're a sorcerer's subordinate as a soldier.

When that happens, subordinates who can operate in multiple operations. That's not many magicians either, so they should be soldiers and knights.

"... what kind of cramps do you want?

"Mostly it's the defeat of the invading demon, or the attack of the demon's root castle. If I had a knight with arms, I might be able to take him down by myself if I were an orc."

per oak, one excellent knight......?

Besides, you mean you might be able to take him down, then you might lose and die?

…………

"Uh... Then I don't need it. If you do, I'll do it alone."

When I answered that, during the sight, I was surrounded by the silence that struck the water.

... What!? Oh, no! Want to fuck with me?

My heart started carving lousy beats when I was buzzing with tons of sweat...... then.

"Hahahahahahahaha!!!

Suddenly, Mr. Magcalo started laughing with his belly in his arms.

If you look, Mr. Leloux next door also had his hand on his mouth and laughed couscous, and Mr. Leumyfort had his back on us for some reason, but if you look closely, he was shaking his shoulders.

And by contrast, His Majesty the Emperor, who was sitting on the throne, would try to hold his head. He was drooping, and next to him, Chancellor Cellard shook his head like "... oh man".

Mr. Magcalo stroked my head gently as he seemed happy once,

"Pass! Pass! Oh, you! Wonderful delicacy."

Oh, my God, I said it.

When I was confused without grasping the situation at all, Mr. Lulu, who was still laughing a little strangely, gave me an explanation.

"Your Majesty is overprotective, so he wants to put a lot of men on people he likes and valuable people anyway. So the normal magicians have a lot of men..."

Mr. Lulu ran a chilling glance to Mr. Magcalo and Mr. Rümmyfort to

"Then all three of us who became" Magic Instructors "replied," I don't want them because I'm in the way of my men or anything. "

His Majesty the Emperor sighed deeply at Mr. Lulu, who laughed again with couscous when he said so.

"You... know the rest of the favors..."

Watching His Majesty the Emperor recessed on the throne made me feel a little sorry for him.

Uh, should I have answered five hundred or something? But I'm really in the way.

Oh, yeah!

"Oh, um... well, Nelvia, I don't know if you want me to..."

My suggestion with the intent of a modest follow-up, His Majesty the Emperor sank in with increasing dents. Oh, that!? Why?

Apparently, the emperor of one country enjoyed being cared for by the baby, and the three magicians laughed quite a bit at the sight.

That's why I then titled 'Mage' and the Baron. Then he was given (a gift) almost like an insider to the Mage and "two names" as soon as possible.

... In the meantime, I felt the slightest sense of interest (in retrospect) from His Majesty the Emperor in The Two Names given to me...