The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

No clouds, a pompous cheerful afternoon.

By the time I got to Fountain Square, just down the street in front of the castle of the imperial capital Beolant, he had already sat on the bench waiting for me.

"Oh man! Wait a minute.

Running over on a small run as I called it that way, he was sitting on the bench - Mr. Bozler stood up and shook his neck sideways, even as he reacted like a wolf for a moment when he saw what I was (...).

"No, I just got here too"

"Oh, good! Okay, let's go."

"Oh."

Next to Mr. Bozzler, who walked out with his hand in his pocket, I follow him leaning in.

Now that I'm about the age of appearance of a boy in high school, thanks to my Curse (Lil 'l) collar, I didn't have to use magic to keep up with Mr. Bozler's stride.

"... seriously, you can't manipulate to your age, you..."

"This isn't my magic, though, is it?

Mr. Bozler, with his frightened eyes, crawled his gaze carefully from the top of my head to my toes.

Nah, I'm less responsive than I thought. It's boring.

Well, aren't you that interested in me in the first place? You're a disgraced enemy in the game before you.

I look up at Mr. Bozzler from the bottom as I put my hands together on my back.

"Hey, where are you going today?

"Near here, there's my destination cafe. Right there, okay?

"Yeah! Mr. Bozzler's whereabouts. Could be fun."

"It's a nice quiet place."

"Heh."

Mr. Bozzler will match my stride, so we'll both walk slowly along the carriageway side by side.

While listening nearby to the sounds of the carriage going around, I felt slightly reluctant to be directed to the sidewalk side, and eventually arrived at the desired café.

When we ordered drinks and sweets respectively, we turned to each other in the back of a less popular (one-piece) cafe.

"That outfit..."

"Yeah?"

When I heard Mr. Bozler whine back into the words, he fingered his red-haired blonde forehead.

"Are you doing your own hair and clothes?

"Yeah, you're not, are you? My butler, Kaylis, will do it."

"Oh, I see.... Well, in the street, you have good taste"

Mr. Bozler didn't look at me more, he squeaked.

I don't know if the clothes size is just a little smaller and remarkable when it's a high school version like today because it's always until about middle school when I get older at home...... I was honestly happy with Mr. Bozler's words.

The hairstyle, too, looks a little grown-up today because it's straight hair accented with three tiny braids.

Being a celebrity of the Imperial capital in a strange way, I am disguised when I want to slow down outside this way... moreover, transformation becomes essential.

So when I finally tried to surprise Mr. Bozler, I asked Kayliss, "Please feel like an adult because I'm going out with Mr. Bozler".

... Then Kaylis looked grumpy because after all, right?

I looked at the jacket that Mr. Bozzler was wearing all the time.

"Mr. Bozzler, who says so, might be jealous because he looks good in whatever he wears"

"It's nothing. I'm pretty worried about you, assuming you're not ashamed of being noble."

"Phew, really?

Imagine Mr. Bozzler trying to match his costume in front of the mirror and I went crazy and laughed.

Mr. Bozzler just smiled unexpectedly and the clerk brought me a drink.

That drink is red brown and seems to be a coffee kind of drink where I say it in my previous life.

"You told me you wanted to try the bitter drink that was grinding beans before.

"Ah... he remembered me"

"Well, it just so happens"

After class and the students return, me and Mr. Bozler are alone in school for a meeting for the next day's class.

One of the chatter at that time, he seemed to remember it in discipline as well. Well, it's me, and I guess it really just so happens that I remembered.

But maybe he brought me here today...

"... thanks"

When I thanked you a little early, I quickly put my mouth on that drink.

Ooh, a little different flavor, but somewhat coffee like. It's a bitter taste I miss so much.

When I said "very tasty" and laughed, Mr. Bozler, however, kept his eyes round and his hands solidified on the vial he had placed in the corner of the table.

And Mr. Bozzler gently releases his hand from the vial.

…………

"Could it be milk or something?

"... hmm? Mm-hmm... Well, that could be it..."

Mr. Bozler's beautiful blue eyes swimmed sooooo.

I grinned bitterly with a sneak sigh,

"Then here it is, it's a little bitter - what did you think? I got murky. Eh heh."

…… ... Damn, you're the one who can't help it. Look, get as much in there as you want. "

When I poured the bottle of milk handed to Mr. Bozzler into the drink, I handed it to Mr. Bozzler.

And as I turn to the outside of the cafe with my drink in my mouth, I hear Mr. Bozler dobbling milk all over the drink at the edge of his sight.

Ha-ha-ha. No more, yeah. No reason.

Being a native of hell who kept fighting extreme fatigue and sleeping in my previous life, my black coffee and nutritional drink champagne was a daily tea meal.

So I really like black...... well, sometimes it's not bad to be sweet like this.

I turned my attention to the dessert the clerk would bring me, pretending not to notice Mr. Bozzler's drink, which had completely diminished color.

And when I saw the pink-based coloring of the dessert placed in front of me, I remembered something fuzzy and important.

"Speaking of which, my lord Leila, I hear you'll be back in the capital once in the next month or so."

The moment I uttered Mr. Lulu's information, Mr. Bozler reacted blatantly pickly to stop the movement.

Apparently, from what I hear, it was that Mr. Lulu who had him taught in his training years before Mr. Bozler became a magician.

Mr. Bozler doesn't talk in much detail, but what, he used to reach out to Mr. Bozler when he was in so much trouble that it was Mr. Lulu who supported him, and it was on that edge that he could teach him magic?

"Heh... Really?"

I'm sure Mr. Bozler was going to say it without any interest, but obviously if you see him twitching, you'll find out that he's looking forward to seeing Mr. Lulu.

I was in the mood to make fun of him for a bit and laughed niggly.

"Mr. Bozler can't be on the front line while he's in therapy, and Lord Leila must miss him."

"Oh, you don't..."

"I wonder? At the time of your match, His Majesty Leila took care of me on His Majesty's orders, and at that time he talked a lot about Mr. Bozler."

"My master told me about me!? What did he say!?

"'Bozzler wants to fight you for real, so don't bother,' he's been persuaded, hasn't he? You're so important."

When I said that, Mr. Bozler looked like he couldn't hide the look on his face that he would accidentally get naked on.

By the way, why am I purchasing information about Mr. Lulu's return, because I told His Majesty the Verhazzard about one thing with Mr. Lulula and asked him to turn his hand so that the busy Mr. Lulu could return to the Empire City as soon as possible.

... At the same time, I also asked about my father... but that didn't come true due to certain circumstances.

while I grinned bitterly at Mr. Bozler, who is floating to see

"I don't seem to like Lord Leila very much, so why don't you ask Mr. Bozzler to do you a favor about LeLaura?

"What? My master doesn't like me?

"Yeah. They're always staring at me like I see something dirty."

To my words, Mr. Bozler smiled like trouble.

"No, when a master has eyes like that, it's when he likes them, right?

"Huh?"

"If you stay with your master for a while, you'll see."

From the look on Mr. Bozler's face saying such profound things, I was a little muddled by the feeling of superiority that somehow led to "Mr. Lulu's mood only those who understand”.

So when I took the fork, I stabbed the fruit that was on the top of the dessert placed in front of Mr. Bozzler, and I ate it in a painful bite as it was.

"Ahhh!? What the hell, you! I thought I'd get to the end of it!

"Hmm. You don't know that."

"Hey, if that's what you mean, this way too... you, don't just magically barrier your own dessert!?

"Pfft, hahaha!

I accidentally held my stomach and laughed as I watched Mr. Bozler gump with a fork at the junction strewn around my cake.

Well, it was a little pathetic, so I shared my dessert with you. In the end, we ate about half of each other's desserts.

And, in this way, it was about before dinner that we finally started talking about witchcraft because we also forgot our original purpose, "to teach each other basic knowledge about witchcraft” and were kidding.

I told my family I was going to be late for dinner, so I interrupted Mr. Bozler's mansion as it was and turned in Mercia-kun and blossomed for another chat.

And after putting Mercia-kun to bed, we moved into Mr. Bozler's bedroom and the two of us talked about it all night.

... And the next morning when I went back to the Scale Mansion, I apparently got angry questioning attacks on Nelvia and the others who waited in the front door without a single night's sleep.