The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

It was a little over two months ago that I embarked on a journey to regain my own “voice” when I was embedded with a curse collar by the Elf's problematic child Lille's ploy.

I mean, I came back from a long journey that spanned over a month, and it's been about three weeks today.

Back in Imperial Capital, I had a long journey to His Majesty the Verhazzard, and I was on vacation for a while. From what I hear, apparently because of my flashy rampage in the Plazatos defense battle, a tide of 'human Yabeye' has spread among the demons, and the front is temporarily sedated.

Well, originally my assignment was to defend the Imperial Capital, so there's hardly any work without the Demonic invasion, so it's like there's no vacation.

That's why I've been designing certain items for Mr. Nervia for the past three weeks, playing with Reggie a lot, building a magic conductor appliance series for Kayliss, and guiding Lurora through the Empire City. Putting the Elves into the Imperial Capital, by the way, was surprisingly smooth. I've been taking the Beasts for a long time now... about the Elves.

I've only been at work in my last life. It's been a long time, so living the motto 'don't work' doesn't calm me down without work... I'm a military man, assuming, so it's a good thing I don't have a job.

But after my vacation, I was called to Castle Beolant today.

As usual, Mr. Nelvia will carry you to the castle in his arms, from where I will walk you alone.

Once a struggling castle staircase, or now that there is the magic of weight loss, it is no less threatening. Ha-ha-ha, I'm constantly growing.

A quick jump over the stairs promptly led me to the desired room.

"Your Majesty, it's Sephilia. May I?

When I speak as I knock on the door, I hear a harsh voice tone from the indoors, "Oh. Let me in," I hear.

At the same time, when the door in front of me opened gutterly on its own, it slowly opened towards the inside. When you see it, there stands a young man with reddish blonde hair and a straight face.

"That, Mr. Bozzler?

"Oh, come on in."

When Mr. Bozler narrowed his beautiful blue eyes, he raised his hair with a quizzy modus operandi.

Fighting me in every match in front of him, he was wounded by the worry of being magically blown away and longitudinally across the lake. They gave me four months of full rule, and I've been in the hospital until recently.

I was just so sorry that I went to visit him in his hospital room a few times. At first I was quite alert or driven back, but now I reconciled to the point where they would talk there.

But why is Mr. Bozzler here? Does Mr. Bozler have anything to do with today's story, too?

For now, when I entered the room through the door that Mr. Bozzler had opened for me, I knelt down to the dark-haired man - His Majesty Emperor Verhazard - who was sitting on the desk.

"Cephilia in" Reverse Scale (Chartan) ". I'm up."

When he heard my name, His Majesty whispered "Mm..."

I thought something. When I looked up on my own, His Majesty looked a little surprised,

"... it's the first time you've named Two Names."

Uh, if you ask me, sure, it's probably the first time I've named 'Two Names' in an empire.

I felt a little lightheaded and out of sight,

"I asked Bishop Crucea about the 'Chattan Dragon'..."

Initially, I thought these two names only meant “raging fury”. That's why I thought it was the two names that made my slightly angry personality sound so repulsive.

But after learning in the legend of Bravery that the Chattan Dragon was not the kind of dragon to do all the atrocities for no reason, I changed my perception.

... Still, I don't think that's the name you should give me, even though it's supposed to be a brave man.

His Majesty nodded quietly,

"The only one with a side to the people... and the only one with a supposedly tearful demon dragon"

Your Majesty, who has no heart or a serene expression, whines about that.

... Well, that kindness was the final phase of the myth, which triggered the tragedy.

"Regardless," backscaling "generally means“ upside down. "You are indifferent to your personal malice. Sometimes the appearance was easily insulted by it. I expected this terrible name to protect you. … as a result, it seems to have gone behind my back."

"No. I'm just glad you feel that way."

Besides, I think there are aspects of it that were feared and protected thanks to these two horrible names. You can say anything in the results theory, and I don't know what was best.

When I expressed my gratitude with honesty, His Majesty put his arms together with his eyes down and gave him one cough.

"Okay, let's get down to business. About the new assignment I'm giving you."

... a new assignment?

As I rounded my eyes and tilted my neck, His Majesty shot me through with golden eyes as sharp as a wolf.

"Sephilia… you will be trained as a magician"

What!? Training magicians!? What's that! Why!?

No, if it's not a front-line feed or something, then it's all hail... maybe fighting as a mage on the front-line doesn't tell other mages to teach them how to fight!?

"Um... where is that...?

"Basically, I don't specify a location. I don't care where you think it's best. That's what I gave you, the mansion, the village of Alhee."

Huh!? Are you serious!?

So in a perfectly safe environment, should I teach my students magic carefully? What, isn't that heaven? This time in my last life, I was doing my rookie education in parallel with my dying duties, right? You can focus only on education or something. It's too chocolate!

Ah... but as a society, I definitely need to ask you something.

"Uh, by when?

"Nor does it specify any particular deadline for education. Rather, the training of magicians as it stands is extremely difficult. Because there are very few magicians who use real-world magic in a variety of ways."

Um, speaking of which, Mr. Bozler wasn't that powerful, either, saying he was good at wind magic or anything.

When I stole Mr. Bozzler by the side, he narrowed his eyes, "... what the hell?" Beethove?

Is that it? Speaking of which...

"Um, the conditions for becoming a 'magician'..."

"Mm-hmm. I have defined a magician who can train and has a proven track record as a magician."

"... means"

"That's right. You've achieved too much, and if you achieve more than a certain amount on this mission, I'm going to officially certify you as a Magic Instructor."

Whoa!! Finally, I'm the fourth wizard master!?

No, well, from my initial purpose, it's too much for my current status, but if I still have the Duke, which is the highest of the titles, then there must be some convenience to it.... may also cause more trouble.

More importantly, your mother seems super happy. I'll be proud of everyone I see for about a month.

"By the way, what if that...?

"When this mission is over… rather than continue during this mission, I ask you to focus on imperial defense. If your educational and instructional skills are excellent, you will continue to be involved in the training of magicians in Imperial City."

I mean, if I could raise a fine magician, I could be caged as a magic teacher all the time in Imperial City!?

Oh, why can you suddenly have such a delicious story!? Some kind of trap!? What are you up to, Your Majesty! Damn, Le Laura, you should have come about you!

Uh-huh... I don't want to work, but all you have to do is teach your students the basics, and then you can do your own research, and then I should barely have to work.

Somehow in my previous life, I was given a worn out text and said, "If I didn't know, I'd google the text." Reality is such a thing.

I mean, once you've created the text, you just have to use it around for years. How cholo wonderful!

... Oh, but does that make it better if I'm not the one to teach you... then you have to hide the text like a "secret sauce". Trade secrets are important.

In most respects, this mandate was too convenient for me.

However, I really need to present a non-transferable line for me.

"Heh. Just two, will you promise?

"What?

For one thing, the man that can teach, is that I will hang out. The other thing is, I won't let my magician kill me. "

Magic is like a weapon without form.

And it's a strange one, with the characteristic that “the easier magic the better the ability to kill”.

You don't bother to build spells (programs) for long periods of time, so you can instantly kill any organism if you zero the amount of matter and wipe it out. That's all, even that dragon we stumbled on.

Well, I guess it's not such an easy story for a normal magician... but it must still be a dangerous force.

It's not what I could say about blood right up my head, but if such a vicious force doesn't even catch a physical examination, then a terrible tragedy will be caused when it turns to the enemy.

That's why the person who teaches magic has to indulge in birth and character and choose carefully.

And I promise my brother and I will not magically kill people.

Technically, I don't conflict with that promise, but still, it doesn't feel good to have someone's life taken by the magic I taught you.

I don't want to take as many lives as possible, even indirectly, and I don't want my education to make ordinary humans into killing weapons.

That's why I don't want my raised magician to join the war, and at worst, I want him to keep it for backward support.

and, as if I had understood from the beginning such thoughts of mine, His Majesty Verhazard nodded with a thin grin,

"I thought you would say that. Don't be dramatic, I won't do anything wrong. Those two promises, I swear I will keep them."

"Go..."

"First of all, I've already seen a few candidates for magicians. Choose one or more of them that you think are appropriate."

I see. Well, that's just how I can tell someone walking around the city to suddenly become a magician, and I guess I was pre-recruiting.

I am not anxious if you are a candidate for Your Majesty who knows my circumstances and personality. His Majesty the Emperor like this wolf is a dos, but he's a good man to trust.

"Let's try to gather the hopeful and do the interview before it's too far away. You are solely responsible for selecting the methods and criteria, and then the date on which the education begins."

"Thank you very much!

How can you give me discretion from what... is it okay to trust me so much?

No, I have to be willing to live up to that trust! Oh, and good luck!

... Is that it?

"Um, by the way... how did Mr. Bozzler get here?

Without participating in our story at all so far, I look back at Mr Bozzler, who is just standing behind my oblique back.

Then His Majesty prefaced, "Um, about that..."

"We've decided to use that bozzler as your go-to for this mission. I said I don't care where you educate, but understand that it's something that comes with a bozzler wherever you do it."

"Yeah eh!?

While I scream, I send a gaze of condemnation to Mr Bozler.

Follow me anywhere means that if you classed my mansion, Mr. Bozler would reside in my house all the time!? That's not true, Yader! I'll never calm down!

"Sephilia, you do something unexpected. This time, I decided to let Bozzler monitor me because I was sick and I couldn't get back to the front line for a while."

"Well, then even others... like Kayliss"

"I asked him about Cellard, and now Kaylis is very fond of you, isn't he? The same goes for the rest of your people, but they won't qualify as watchmen if they're too fond of you."

Ugh... I have no objection...

Besides, maybe I'm letting Mr. Bozzler see my educational landscape, and I'm also aiming to upgrade Mr. Bozzler's skills and stuff. Because even Gone here just makes my heart certificate worse?

Mmm, I don't have a choice. Well, I don't hate Mr. Bozzler, and he's basically a good guy just because of his high pride.

I got the best opportunity to be in the capital for practically indefinitely, so bear with me for a few things.

"Okay. Leave this task to me."

"Hmm. I hope so."

When I addressed His Majesty in depth, I followed His Majesty's office.

Walking down the corridor for a while with Mr. Bozzler, who followed me to the room after him, Mr. Bozzler suddenly lifted my body when he came in front of the stairs.

"Hih!?... hey, what?

"Ah? Didn't you say the stairs were tight or something?

Oh, oh... Speaking of which, before, I had a hard time climbing the stairs of this castle of Beolant, and Mr. Bozler asked me to carry it.

I can use the magic of weight loss now, so to be honest, it's not hard at all...... it's kind of you because of it, and let's be sweet with your words.

"Oh, thanks..."

"Mmm."

Without even looking at my face, Mr. Bozler turned his neat face to the top of the Buddha and quietly went down the stairs.

Hmm, he's basically a good guy. Sometimes there's something a little childish about it.

I knew I'd done a bad thing letting my emotions blow me away...

"Mr. Bozzler. In your previous game, I'm sorry, right?

"Bye, I still don't care. Besides, you can't lose next time."

That said, Mr. Bozler played my forehead perfectly. Stay.

Did you forgive me a little while I went to visit you several times or to deliver the Plazatos souvenir to a pleasure celebration?

Then we followed Castle Beolant with a light exchange of views on this mandate.

... but then Mr. Bozler, who inadvertently left Beolant Castle with me in his arms, was to receive Mr. Nelvia's piercing jealous gaze waiting outside.

Hey, I'm sorry, Mr. Bozzler...