The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

My brother and mother sat on my face-to-face couch with nothing to eat at the feeling of where the wind blows my reaction. No, uh, I don't know if it's in this world, but it's manners to sit down after the interview tells you to...?

That's not if you're saying that!!

"Become, what!? What are you doing? Until oh-kah!!

When I stood up on the couch and screamed, your brother opened his mouth pale, as if he had foreseen such a reaction from me.

"Is there a problem?

"There's so many problems! Rather, we only have a problem!! Ooh, honey, you're only six!?

"Even Sefi's only a year old."

One year old......? One year old is the interviewer!? It would be amazing to hear it from someone else again!?

I'm older than my mother at my leisure, when I add up to the years I've lived in my previous life. So sensibly, no matter how small your body is, you may not feel like you're an “adult”.

"Oh, dear... you want to be a knight, don't you? Then you don't need magic!

"I want to be a knight, but that's about it. If I did, Sephie would mess with me again."

"Huh?"

To your brother's words, I remember last month, when I first came back to Empire City for about a month.

When we got back, the Empire said it was already a fuss. Surrounded by so many crowds that people from all over the Empire might have rushed for me, they spoken words like "I'm glad you're safe" or "Welcome home". I was surprised I was happy, so I almost cried a little.

And in the meantime, your mother and brother hugged me as painfully as they rushed over to me trying to spark waves of people.

Your mother was crying so hard that she didn't know what she was talking about, and rarely, your brother held me in tears, too.

With a magically sealed collar in place, a trip to an exotic country that lasts a month each way with just four children in a small carriage...... if a one-year-old goes out like that, you can't even make him worry.

And then that thing, your mother and your brother, became excessively worried about me, and they arrived at the Scale Mansion as if to keep an eye on me.

Says, "Sefi doesn't know what kind of impotence he'll do if he lets it go".

While I hold my head, I turn to my brother and mother, who are somehow burning with determination.

"So, but if you blame the magic, what are you?

"It was in the capital that they put the collar in, wasn't it?

To the sharp point your mother just released, I get stuck with the word "ugly".

Don't be alarmed this time! The development of the 'artifact', which is going in secret to everyone, is going well!!

As I strolled my thoughts desperately about how to say the two of them, Mr. Bozler, who had been silent until then, accidentally,

"Isn't that good for a basket? I can teach you magic."

"Huh!?

To that word, I inadvertently uttered a voice that worked.

Did Mr. Bozler recall his former 'sentence for breaking the lake'. It makes his shoulders tremble a bit,

"Your majesty said not to let your disciples fight in war."

"So, but... when I'm doing my magic trick, there might be an accident..."

"You can prevent that if we take care of him. Eh, does that mean that if you were my brother, you wouldn't mind blowing it up in an accident...?

To Mr. Bozler's frightened gaze, I shook my head to the side in a hurry. This guy's eyes are serious... No, no, this is why Bracon.

I take a chilling peek at your brother and mother's expression. It seemed like a seepage of determination in the eyes of both of us that we were never going to give way to, and I found it quite difficult to overturn this. I'm sure whatever I say will make you extra stubborn.

... I don't think your brother will be stronger than me that you have studied desperately from now on. That would be something we both know from the experience of not trying to teach your brother or mother magic several times in the village of Alhee.

I mean, manipulating magic or getting stronger isn't the purpose of the two of us...... simply, I think the line is thick to keep an eye on me.

If so...

"I've already figured it out..."

I nodded with an unacceptable, giving up mixed sigh. To that word of mine, the two make their expressions visible and bright.

Ha... I decided to leave my family to protect both of us...

When your brother and mother left the room after the interview, I lay neatly on the couch.

Mr. Bozler, who saw me like that, has a delightful look on his face.... What are you laughing at, I'll blow it up again.

I felt like I wanted to take a break for a while, but soon the door would sound knocked, and that wish would be smashed to pieces without remnants.

I thought it would be a more peaceful interview, but if you open the lid, it would be the Archbishop and the mysterious girl, Mr. Bozler's brother, and my brother and mother who visited you for the interview...... a hell of a mentz.

Staring slowly at the doors of the open reception room, I thought, "Whatever comes anymore, you're not going to be surprised..." etc...

That's why the moment “Your Majesty the Emperor” came into the room with a dark-haired girl who seemed to grow up well, it was something that stunned me that my heart just didn't pop out of my mouth.

…… …… ... ugh!!!? "

I don't mind completely petrified me and Mr. Bozzler, the brunette girl and then for some reason Emperor Verhazard, with a slightly different hairstyle and outfit, sat face to face with us.

And His Majesty, with a very serious look,

"I'll see you first. The rest is Third Vel Rantbeo. A passing merchant."

... what?

"No, the... Your Majesty, right? His Majesty Emperor Verhazard..."

"No. The rest are not such men. Passing merchant, his name is Thirdvell."

No, the passing merchant doesn't say “more” or anything... and his name is super appropriate...

I am in trouble and ask Mr. Bozzler beside me for help with my gaze.

But Mr. Bozler doesn't look like he's holding a hand tag together that can break this situation, either, just by turning his complexion bright blue and pointing a puzzling look at me.

I glanced back at His Majesty again...... whoops! What's that "wouldn't you notice the disguise at all?" such a good doya face!? I'm super annoyed!! They found out!!

Oh no! If you are going to come with patience, at least have more serious patience!! What is Prime Minister Cellard doing?

While I was bored inside, a girl who was quietly smiling beside a self-proclaimed/passing merchant laid her weight on the back of the couch and put her legs together in a luscious manner without any children.

"Kukukuku... I didn't expect to find out who my uncle was so soon..."

The girl, who looks only around ten, was a calm voice and tone unworthy of her age though.

... and around not being uncomfortable with His Majesty's Gabagaba disguise, this daughter looks quite de natural, too.

Didn't you say something more serious than that, this kid!?

"Oh, uncle...?

The girl smiled in her ear with black, lustrous short hair at the words I groaned dewy too.

"Yeah. My name is Vicuña Vesta Beolanto. First place in the right to inherit the throne, Grand Duchess..."

"Hey, Vigna"

"... is of course a joke, it's really Vicuña Lantobeo, daughter of a passing merchant"

Wow. I think I just heard a bit of a dodgy joke. Royalty joke?

I glanced at Mr. Bozler's expression again, and he was already burned out in blank. Yeah, I know how you feel. But please, don't leave me alone?

To the daughter of a self-proclaimed/passing merchant, I had a convoluted grin.

"Yes... Mr. Vicuña... why did you come here?

"To beg you, the brave one, to teach you magic. Kuk...... rejoice. It's such an honor to be able to teach this great passing me."

I didn't want that honor to pass! Please, I was wondering if you could just keep passing me by!!

But these annoying royal passages seem to be all intent on sitting here. It's good evidence that I have the interviewer in front of me and they're both legged and flirting...

It looks like there are no “humble” characters in these guys' dictionaries.

"Well, uncle. I showed my face, and let's just say it's time to go home."

"Mm-hmm. I've done enough interviews."

What? No, no, no! What are you talking about, these people!?

I was driven by the urge from a very general societal point of view to do as much stuck-up as I could, but with Mr. Bozler secretly grabbing my arm like that and stopping it, I returned it to me.

Oh, yeah. Wouldn't it be hail if you would keep coming home? Welcome home, passing merchant and his daughter.

Hey, if it's His Majesty the Emperor and the Grand Duchess (Princess), I'm about to get lost in accepting or not, but it's people passing by. You can't help but see this arrogant, out-of-consciousness interview attitude and pass under a fair trial, can you?

I send a reminder to the two of you who stand up, "Come on, go home. Go home right away. Go home right away".

Then you noticed such an evil thought of me, Your Majesty Verhazzard...... Originally, the passing Third Ver merchant looked back at Chirali as he left,

"You know what, Sephilia?

"... Huh?

What, what...? I don't know, I don't know. Your Majesty and I are not intimate, are we? Not at all, I don't know what His Majesty expects.

Ah! So this interview was just accompanied by this needy niece's impatience, and you can't let the Grand Duchess teach you magic, so you "know" what it means to "absolutely drop it"?

I'll take care of it, Your Grace! Wonder, Sephilia, I will definitely fail your niece!

Phew, because you're an emperor, it's a big mistake if you think anything carries what you want!

I would never lose to an emperor or anything!

"You know (...)?"

"……… is, yes…"

I couldn't beat the emperor...

His Majesty, who looked satisfied at me drooling powerless, took his niece, Princess Vicuña, and left the room.

Me and Mr. Bozzler, left behind, chewed up the storm's aftermath in a half-hearted state.

"... what are you going to do with this..."

The only thing I could do was leak an honest whine.

No matter how you scratch, you're such a desperate interview that you're forcing everyone to pass...

... I know Sefi. This is what you call a compression interview...?