The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

Having Mr. Bozzler carry me to His Majesty's office, I knocked on the heavy door several times with my tiny hands.

To the low voice of "in," which echoes from inside, I manage to grab the door knob by working hard and stretching my back, opening the door.

Inside, as always, His Majesty Emperor Verhazard, a young man with long black, opposing hair reminiscent of a wolf and golden eyes illuminating the dark night, was waiting.

Sephilia, I'm so glad you're home.

"Um, it's dauntless. When you name" Two Names "together, it's a big deal."

Such a disgraceful honor to see who names it.

When I silenced His Majesty's de S joke, he finally got to the point.

"First of all, the basic rule in this match is to prohibit the use of magic other than" The Magic of Raising the Wind. "

To Your Majesty's explanation, I am convinced "I see".

The people of the Empire will also come to see this match before you. If you scatter blast flames or flash flashes in a place like that, you're in big trouble.

Even if not, it's not a good idea to destroy enemies with the magic of an overly daunting effect or deliver shocking footage of limbs bursting.

Not to mention, I'm an infant. The picture of a baby being hurt and throwing up blood reflexes is also bad, and vice versa, the development of a baby shaking an adult. That's bad.

So I guess I'll limit myself to the relatively injured and hard 'wind magic'.

"Except, Sephilia... you once blew one of the bandits who attacked the village away from a distance with wind magic, causing serious spinal fractures."

"Was there?

"There it is...! I don't know what you did or how you did it, but those things are forbidden too. Rules win if you drop your opponent from the arena. Therefore, it is forbidden to use magic of more radical power or scale than necessary, even if it is' wind magic '"

Oh, if you drop it out of the battle zone, you win.

When that happens, you're likely to win without question if you can activate magic first.

"By the way, are you kidding me?

"The arena for magicians is set up at a distance of two or fifteen meters with a scaffold of five meters in all directions. The sorcerer stands on each scaffold, facing each other and engaging in battle. And around it and behind it, there's water about a meter deep."

I mean, the distance between the two is as short as fifteen meters, so you can't even hit them to hit them. Are you sure this is a pure magic battle?

I guess the water tension is to keep me from getting hurt when I fall, but I'm sixty centimeters tall and you die at your leisure.

To my gaze like that, His Majesty just nods that he knows what he's trying to say.

"When you fall, the soldier standing by is supposed to rescue you immediately. Relieved, but good."

Well, it's windy and falls into the water, and then Grandma gets rescued... a little dumb, but it's going to be a loving, smiling picture surface. Not bad. That's a losing vision.

I'm relieved it's not going to be a blood-washing battle for now.

"Kanchaku, where are you teasing?

"Mm-hmm. You'll see them pinch from left to right on the straight line (line) they're fighting. As long as you shoot each other's magic, there will be no harm."

There won't be anything like deliberately letting the audience unleash magic, will there?

But I don't think it's necessarily going to end up being unbalanced by the other guy's magic where he tried to shoot the magic... well, is it a decision that as long as it's about the moderated wind magic, it's okay?

... Oh, maybe the sorcerers, or the magicians, will come too.

It's a match in front of you, so I'm guessing the Emperor will see it soon, and you'll be residing to prevent magic from striking your Majesty or being assassinated from somewhere else.

"I did a good job. Besides, is that a good idea?

"Anyway, don't kill me. Look, don't kill me, okay? It's not a gesture, is it?

What does His Majesty think of me? Are you a nightmare executioner? Really? Yes.

... I will let everyone in the capital know that I am a baby with no big deal in this match.

"By the way, wind magic seems to be Bozzler's best magic"

"Really?"

"... that's why you keep saying what's going on"

No, that's not true.

But wouldn't anyone focus on practicing the magic of using the air available anytime, anywhere?

The first thing I practiced, too, is wind magic, right? So I don't think there's anything about it because I'm good at wind magic.

Instead, I feel more like "whoa" when people say I don't like wind magic. Just because Mr. Lulu was like that, I got a little embarrassed about myself being a combat specialist.

By the way, isn't this match between magicians more or less always a wind magic exclusive battle?

Fire, water, dirt, the power to blow up your opponent is going to cause damage to your seats, and injuries and accidents are going to happen.

Maybe it's an evil push, but isn't it because Mr. Bozler has challenged the game in front of you because he specializes in wind magic?

… is it a conjecture of the lower house (Guess)?

When I am lightly self-loathing in my own thinly filthy thoughts, His Majesty coughs one up,

"When, are you doing well with Lulu"

"Huh? Oh, yes. Leila, you're doing well."

"He looks difficult, but he's a gentler owner of the heart than anyone else. Don't let the superficial part fool you, I want you to get along."

"Uh... yes"

"Lulu seemed to like you very much. This place is so full of your stories."

Do you like me, Mr. Lulu?

No, isn't that...? More often than not, you look unpleasant. Isn't that a stupid story?

... What can I say for myself, but I think Mr. Nervia is the only person in the Imperial capital who is wholeheartedly fond of me.

The rest are either scared, neglected, or uninterested.

That's sweat from my eyes...

By the way, as soon as we talked about Mr. Lulu, I felt as if I had lived in a light like a father, always calm and gentle with his sharp sire's eyes.

Well, whatever your strength is, you look like such a young girl, so I know what it's like to be at the sight of a parent.

……

and then. When I looked at his feet, I noticed that he had long hair falling off his carpet.

Usually it's impossible to identify someone with something like that, but only with this hair, it's easy to identify.

Oh, my God, it was pink.

And I looked indoors.

Your Majesty's office...... I kind of feel cleaner than I did when I came here before.

Maybe it's my fault, but I decided to give it a shot at the possibilities that I somehow came up with.

"... this navel is a long way off, isn't it?"

"Mm?... umm. would be so."

I didn't miss that Your Majesty was a little giddy.

"At best, Ojibu?

"... I wonder how it went. Well, we're done talking. The rest is busy. You should go home and get ready for tomorrow."

When His Majesty turned away from me blatantly, he suddenly began his work with a trick like "Ah busy busy busy". This, this...

Even for a moment I felt like a father or something. It seemed like I was stupid.

... Mr. Lulu, it's not a good idea to spoil people gradually, not really around your hands.

I followed a man's room that had been crippled by a sweet girl like that shortcake.