The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

The other day I finally had my first year of life.

Since the breastfeeding period ended with that, she is also graduating from her mother's boobs.

I want to try all kinds of food soon and I shouldn't have been able to wait for this day...... it's strange because I feel sorry for somewhere if it's over.

Your mother said, "You can always smoke...? You can smoke......!?" or something like that. "

I'll just take my feelings for now.

That's why I evolved from a "magic infant" to a "magic toddler".

That match in front of you...... After what for some reason seems to be commonly known as the 'Execution of Lake Ruher', I sunny gave the title of Chief of the Magic Tabernacle of the Imperial Army Central Command.

His Majesty had told me to 'forbid the magic of more power than is necessary', so it's a chilling thing to say if I'm going to lose against the rule or something...

But was it not a good decision to leave all that overwhelmingly blown up and lose? For once, it was the magic of the wind.

So I was given a key position in the imperial defense as promised.

If you ask me, a bureaucrat seems to be an assistant commander standing close to a staff officer.

So you were entrusted with your position as a magic-specific staff officer in order to defend the Imperial capital.

... Well, it seems I'm the only one in the current situation, as the position was created only for me as a sorcerer tabernacle. So the title of Chief of Staff is a good decoration, though.

But it seems that military members of the chief of cabinet class have to attend the Central Command superior meeting, so I'm already worried about it from now on...

The chief magician seems to mean that the substantive class and superficial authority are set at the equivalent of the chief secretary, that is, inside or below in the military.

So normally, the position should be lower than that of all of you in the Sorcery Division, a group of aristocrats...

However, they are given special class chapters, so some powers are comparable to those of the Knights and Mages. What's scary about it?

Well, because of that, I almost put it in the Imperial Library's forbidden library with a face pass, so I thought it was just so great there.

Thanks to you I encourage all sorts of magical mastery every day.

And right now, I was just running through an endless plain.

No, rather than running, jumping? Rather flying?

Using a newly decoded "speed designator” from the Magic Book, and then relative area isolation, weight designator, and wind magic, you fly one by about fifty meters in just one step.

Teito Beorant and my village are about three days away by carriage, but I run through that every day in thirty minutes.

Normally even if I fly magically, I get about the speed of an automobile, but I set it to about five times the speed with a speed designator there, so it was still like a Shinkansen.

The sight of a baby running at hundreds of kilometers an hour...... hmm, quite surreal.

"... ah"

With that in mind, I saw a familiar outer wall and castle around the horizon.

Looks like he's finally back in Imperial City.

I cannot stay away from the capital for long because I am entrusted with a key position in imperial defense.

It's pathetic to let your mother and brother spend all the time in the capital, and it's better for both of us to spend time with everyone in the village anyway.

But I don't want to leave you two.

Your mother doesn't want to leave me either.

Your brother doesn't want to leave me either...... do you? No, you don't want to leave! Sure!

But between the Imperial capital and the village, “three days by carriage” lay.

So I came to a conclusion after worrying.

'Well, why don't you just let me run super fast and go back and forth every day?

That's why I'm spending about half an hour running down the plain from Empire City to the village, having lunch and talking to everyone in our village, and then adding more magic traps around the village, and then spending another half an hour running back to Empire City.

Oh, we have proper clearance from everyone in command, so we're good, right?

For some reason when I ask you about "mother" or "brother," you are all so sweet because you mostly listen to me comfortably.

But why are you shivering with such a blue face......?

As I approach the Empire so far with super express, I jump high with wind magic as the momentum holds, lightly landing at the top of the huge fence covering the perimeter of the Empire.

This is no longer the usual sight, so the guards packing it on the perimeter walls outside the Imperial City will miss it with dead eyes.

... because every time I come in and out of Empire, it's so hard to apply and book.

I'm sorry, Mr. Guard. I'll plug it in later, so forgive me.

I jump further from the outer peripheral wall. Looking down from the sky at the bustling streets of Imperial Capital, I will land on the terrace of the mansion that His Majesty has given me, making sure that something strange is not happening and that it is inhaled as it is.

At the same time releasing all the magic, the weight I was losing went back to normal and my body became much heavier as I went along. That just resembles what it feels like to be out on the ground after swimming in a pool.

Feeling the weight of my body. As soon as I made my way home, Mr. Nervia welcomed me from the indoor.

"Master Sefi! Welcome home!

"Yeah! I'm home, honey"

Mr. Nervia is in a very good mood when he can hold me right away.

And as we entered the bedroom from the terrace, we went straight to the bed.

Exactly a little tired if you keep using magic for an hour, so I try to get about fifteen minutes of sleep as soon as I get home.

From what I hear, if a normal magician tries to do the same thing as me, he runs out of the castle and dies in enough, so the magic consumption seems to be pretty good.

I closed my eyes as Mr. Nelvia held me while I felt a moderate cerebral palsy caused by magic drain.

Oh, that smells good. It's soft. It's a gentle gesture.

I would be happy if I could stay asleep all the time...... reality doesn't either.

Later, some time after I woke up, a liaison soldier visited my mansion and informed me that the Central Command Superior Council had been convened urgently.

Urgent call...?

... Something didn't seem good.