The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

A week was about to pass as early as tomorrow after Mr. Lulu became available to help me.

In other words, this is your last day in the game.

Your Majesty's call to Castle Beorant was made when he said he had an explanation today about the rules of the match before you.

Even though the game is tomorrow. Explain the rules today? And I wondered, maybe it's to keep me weird and unprepared.

Or a rule explanation is an excuse to call, although there could be some other circumstance.

Anyway, now that I'm being held by Mr. Nervia, I've arrived in front of Beorant Castle.

To Mr. Nelvia, who let me down, he said, "Hey, thanks! Tell him," and then walk to the castle guard.

The guard's uncle looked at my face and smiled at me, "Oh, Master Sephilia".

This guard, it was only when he first saw my face that he shook his shoulder “frightened," but while we were face-to-face again and again, he seemed to finally get used to it.

Perhaps it was effective to persistently slap the aura "harmless okay, not scared" every time.

"Hi, I'm Sephilia! Heinoshi Souvenir Oodle, I'm so glad you're here!

"I accept. Please, come through."

"Thank you! You're annoying!

I mocked at the guard and imitated the salute and stepped into the castle of Beorant.

By the way, it seems that Mr. Nervia, who is like my squire, can also enter the castle, but she seems reluctant for reasons of horror.

The feeling around it, though, is something I'm not sure about.

How many times has this brought you to this castle? I feel like I'm going through more than normal aristocrats.

Thanks to this, I have generally grasped something like the general spacing within the castle of Beolant or the various positional relationships.

I will take a wide walk through the castle to greet different Kingsguards and maids and continue down the hall.

And for me, the most difficult thing in the castle... he showed up before me.

Yes, 'stairs'......

These guys, with every step of the way up to my lap, obstinately block my way.

With Mr. Nelvia, these guys are going to make it easy to kick and jump over... muggle.

"Mm-hmm. Hmm..."

I will use both hands and feet in full, desperately climbing step by step, thinking about the sweetness of "Maid or something like that will take me through......"

I'm no longer in the mood for a little climbing or climbing. Why every time I see His Majesty, I must be forced to suffer like this...... I demand accessibility in the castle!

As I finally finished climbing the first staircase and took a breather, I noticed a shadow of me gazing this way.

"... Ah... Mr. Boliler!!

"It's a bozzler!!

Whoa, excuse me.

Looking down at this one from the top of the stairs was Mr. Bozzler, who raised his reddish blonde hair with a shiny trick.

Oh, could they have called me on this occasion at the same time as I did?

"Mr. Bozzler, how are we going to do this?

"Ah? I just finished my glance."

That. So do you bother telling the same story to two people at a time?

... Well, that can't be right. I'm sure you're going to tell a different story subtly.

Mr. Bozler laughs invincibly as he looks down the stairs.

"Pfft... if you want to wrap your tail around it and run, it's time now. You wouldn't want to make my mom cry, would you?

"Wasn't it Mr. Bozzler who wanted to hang out with me?

"Ugh... oh, he's still a annoying kid..."

The look on your face that you were laughing invincibly, Mr. Bozzler, makes you attract a pimple.

Maybe he's good as a magician, but what about as a commander?

You're a little anxious to work under this guy.

"But today is the last day of that scurvy attitude... Tomorrow, in the presence of the people of the Empire and His Majesty, I will smash it to pieces and skin its surface!!

……

If I crush the baby before His Majesty and the people without complete skin, I think it's Mr. Bozzler who can peel off the skin on his face.

Well, it depends on the rules, but basically, I'm willing to lose, so I think his drinks retention will go down once and for all tomorrow.

Then Mr. Bozler laughed niggardly at how he interpreted my silence,

"Scared? Right, I guess so. Even if it's strong, it's a baby. If you want to keep your head down, you can listen to me for one thing.

"Huh?"

"I'll let you shoot me first for the first shot, or I won't move from the starting position of the game, or whatever. Phew... what do we do?

Oh, here's a suggestion for a strong person-specific service time.

Maybe when I get pinched, I'll say, "I'm out of service time!" I don't mind pretending to attack you, "I think.

Besides, the conditions I'm putting out by analogy are subtly minuscule. More like this, can't you say that I'll eat the first blow, or I'll fight you blindfolded?

But because of that, I also feel like I'd like to do you a favor.

Me, because I'm the type of poor person who wants to actively use service vouchers.

Hmmm... I was wondering if I could ask you for something...

Oh, yeah.

"Well, one thing, please"

"What, say it"

Look at me with a dusty and honest bow of my head, Mr. Bozzler who gladly distorts his mouth.

And I did you a favor to get over the most difficult wall in the current situation.

"It's a lot to climb up, so can you hang on?

………………

Mr. Bozler turned out to be an indescribable face that, somehow, felt so uncut.

But he carried me to the top floor properly, so maybe he's a good guy.