The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

That evening, I visited your brother's room.

No, “we are” rather than “I am." I leaked your brother's situation to Mr. Pollo and Mr. Bozzler in the classroom today, and he followed me by saying, "I'm going, too".... I gave him a disgusting face as much as I wanted, but he didn't care to follow me.

Recently I finally got a critical reach on the door knob and I open the door after a light knock.

"Oh, honey."

As quickly as I could, I meant to worry about the gentle voice color, but my brother who was lying in bed looked at us or looked away at me casually.

I walk over to your brother's bed with Mr. Bozler quietly closing the door with his back hand.

"Are you hungry yet?

"... yeah"

Well, you said your stomach had healed in the morning or something.

But my aim is not to ask your brother that question.

"Hey, hon."

As I climbed into my brother's bed and dived into the futon, I opened my mouth as I stared up at my brother's eyes, confused by my sudden behavior.

"Have you given up on the sorcerer yet?

Your brother, who opened his eyes to my words, after a little silence, let him whisper his mouth in a small way and then... let his tears creep into his usually rinsy blue eyes.

Having gently touched my brother's hand, who had pulled his lips together and shut up, I tried to bite every word and spin the words.

"Oh, honey, aren't you doing something?

To my words, your brother let his tear-wet golden eyelashes punch and blink (if he did).

"I'm in a hurry...? Me?"

"Yeah. I spent the day today, and I heard a lot about Mr. Bozzler and Mercia, and I came to that conclusion."

Sewing between classes today, I asked Mr. Bozzler and Mercia if there was anything unusual about your brother these days.

Then I could hear the side your brother hadn't shown me before or the weak sound your brother leaked at the mundane moment.

At first I was wondering if the presence of the other three students was hurrying your brother's heart.

And that, in fact, I think we're doing a little inside.

Mercia-kun, who has a mage in his brother and is also beginning to show one scale of fitness for magic.

Vicuña, whose words and actions are a little out of the picture, but basically everything is high spec.

For nothing that stands out at first glance, you're now the closest thing to a magician, Listalette.

Arranged with those three, he thought that his brother, who couldn't even read or write letters, would have narrow shoulders.

But from what I've heard about Mr. Bozler and Mercia, what your brother currently cares about at a level you can call a complex... it's...

"Your goal" is... me, isn't it?

"… ~ ~ ~!!

The moment you heard that word of mine, your brother turned bright red like a boiled duck and nodded his face on the pillow.

I'm unexpectedly ripping Nico's face off, and I'm taking a pranky peek into your brother-in-law's face with hot air.

But soon after I fixed my serious face, I spoke to my brother in a serious tone.

"But, hey - honey. People have their own pace, right?

……

My brother, who nodded at me on the pillow with chillies, stares at me in silence with his moist eyes.

I spoke to my child as I gently put my hands on your brother's hot cheeks.

"The time for one to grow is each. If you get the hang of it, you'll be an amazing magician."

……

My worded brother has an anxious light in his eyes with a face that still doesn't float though.

To shoot your brother in the heart like that, I tried to mouth a thoughtful killing complaint all day today...

"Hey, Logna."

But there, Mr. Bozler, who followed me to the Reverse Scale Mansion until he ignored my disgusting face, sandwiched his mouth.

Oops!! I was sooo good right now!! What the fuck!?

Mr. Bozler opened his mouth to your brother, regardless, while showing a bare gesture that seemed instantly upset by my angry gaze.

"Logna, you've been trying to sharpen your swordsmanship to become a knight, haven't you?

"Uh... yeah, well"

"Is that interest still fading?

Suddenly Mr. Bozler's inquiry led to confusion and solidification, not only for your brother, but also for me.

But Mr. Bozler doesn't mind such a reaction, and we'll keep going.

"Then I, too, used to be a knighthood aspiration. Not until you meet my master as a magician."

…… Really?

"Oh. So I can teach him some about swordsmanship as well as witchcraft.... Logna, why don't you go for" Magic Knight ”if you don't mind?

To Mr. Bozler's offer, your brother opened his eyes and slowly woke up his body lying in bed.

"Magic...... knight?

"It's unprecedented to be a knight and a magician, but if it were to happen, it would be the only one in the Empire. I think you can be the only one."

“The only one" … The words lit your brother's eyes.

"Besides, you study every day. Then you'll catch your breath, won't you? Sometimes I have to move and refresh my body as much as I want. Don't you think?

I nodded, "Yeah," as my brother was caught and smiled at Mr. Bozzler, who laughed nicely at me for saying so.

"All right, it's settled! By the time you've grown up and you're much taller than you are now, let the Empire bombard you with the name of the sword and magic you freely manipulate. Hey, Logna."

"... ugh"

Whether your brother was impressed by Mr. Bozler's words or relieved again, he rubbed the tears in his eyes with grace.

And to your brother, who got a much better look than just now, Mr. Bozler sticks out his fist and smiles.

"Spit up whenever it gets hard. Don't be silly on your own.... you're gonna be strong so you can protect your family, right?

To Mr. Bozler's encouragement, your brother nodded loudly,

"... thanks, Dr. Bozzler"

That's what I said and laughed lightly, matching my fist with my protruding fist.

……

What... my turn...?

I'm totally depressed. My plan is to put a kind word on my brother to get him back on his feet and get his head while he says, "I knew I couldn't do it without Sefi" or something to deepen my family ties...!?

Hey, hey, brother? What, are you having a hot look at Mr. Bozzler? What's that gaze of respect and trust? Wow, I think I can teach you about swordsmanship too!?

I did, I used to ask Mr. Nelvia to teach your brother swordsmanship, but there was a past where Mr. Nelvia was too much of a sensationalist genius to teach and the plan collapsed... so, but now I'm going to do it right!? Take another chance!?

But then your brother seemed to miss Mr. Bozzler completely, and even when I was right beside him, he started chasing Mr. Bozzler with his eyes and talking to Mr. Bozzler all the time, both in the classroom and after school.

... Oh, your brother's bucker!!