The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

One evening I was reading and sprinkling gracefully at the sunny window of the Imperial Library.... If that book wasn't a book of magic that was continuously brought out of the forbidden room, it would have been a heartwarming everyday landscape.

It is strictly forbidden to bring out all the books that are in the forbidden library if they were meant to be, but this time, by way of exception, the complete renting out of the Imperial Library, it is possible to bring the Book of Magic out of the dim underground library to the ground.

There were currently quite a few senior magicians and researchers gathered around me who Prime Minister Cellard decided could be carefully selected and trusted. I put out hope for ten people, but this time it's a handful of elite seven for the convenience of the schedule.

They have a request from me, "Look for these spells". Well, even the spell narrative is elusive for normal people, so I'm asking you to report it to me if you think it sounds somewhat like it - without having to. He also instructs you to go through my eyes for now if you're not sure or the letters are plundering and can't read.

There is something quite similar about this world spell to my programming in my previous life.

That's why I thought there must also be a spell I'm looking for based on my previous life's knowledge.

All battlefields on the front line already have contact pigeons flying and a duel circular with 'Reaper'.

If Reaper is asking me where I am from one end of the spectrum, you should hear a message from me before it's too far away.

But that's not certain either, so just in case, we have to find the spell of purpose as soon as possible.

That's why I've been caged in this library since yesterday morning, and I've been doing magic books and glances for about half an hour. Though a brain labor research position, the mages and researchers who are keeping me company work with a bright blue face.

... Um, should I take a break for a while? Too much root-packing would make it less efficient to work.

And that's when.

"Sephilia!"

I wondered if the library door had been opened, and Mr. Bozler showed up from beyond.

What can I do for you? Kaylis is bringing me the rice, and it's not that time yet.

But it was just the right time, so I called on everyone in the Spell Expedition to "take a break". Then, gentlemen, you will fall into the table like a thread has been cut and you will not move.... that you were all so tired...?

When I turned to Mr. Bozler, who walks over here, I checked one first, just in case.

"You can't get in here except Kankaisha, right?

"I know. Permission granted."

When Mr. Bozler comes to my side with his forehead up, he gets gnawed at seeing people dying around me.

"... Hey, you started using this library yesterday morning, didn't you? And then when was the last time you got out of here?

"Not yet, though?

"Not once!? Hey you've been working here for over a day!?

"Yeah, right?

I wonder what you're surprised about, it was me tilting my little neck, but I also feel strange if you ask me. Should I let you take a sleep break?

"So, what is it?

"... oh, oh... it looks like I got what you wanted quickly. The example" Reaper "was baited."

"What!"

"If I tell that woman about you, she'll laugh happily and fly to the Devil's Lands."

So you succeeded in buying a week's time.

Now I'm like, "I can't wait a week!! I thought," What if I get rambled out? Worst of all, I was thinking about multiplying the speed of time in this library a hundred times and making it look like a training room for a certain combat people, but it doesn't seem necessary.

For one thing, the first stage is clear...... now you have quite enough time to look for spells and work out countermeasures.

"Thanks for taking the time. But how could Mr. Bozzler?

While I thank Mr Bozler, I shall try to cast a head-on question. This much message, the usual Chancellor Cellard, would make Kaylis a messenger.

To my question, Mr. Bozler looked a little badly off his face and scratched his cheek.

"... that, what. The students are worried about you. You're here to see how it goes..."

Uh, I see. So all of a sudden, at my convenience, I made school a week of self-study and threw it round Mr. Bozzler, so I guess that's something, right?

Only a very small number of people have been informed of details about 'Reaper'. I've only told Mr. Bozzler that he's "so strong," too.

But would you be a little nervous if Sir Scale (I) could kill a dragon instantly enough to prepare with a bee for a week?

"I don't know. Tell everyone not to worry."

"Ooh... ok"

Regardless of my family, I honestly decided to bow my head because I thought I was really sorry I even bothered Mr. Bozzler with something.

"I'm sorry, I had my foot stuck for this."

"No, this... this time the enemy, he's a jerk, right?

"Um, well, sort of."

After all, do you find out that the level of this case is different than before? Then it might make you anxious the other way around to try to make you feel compelled to relax.

"If anything happens to me, say hello to the students."

"Become... what is it! Hey, are you such a bad enemy!?

That's bad enough already. They call me 'Demon King' or something. It's Las Boss, Las Boss.

Um, speaking of which, was I supposed to be a 'brave man'?

What!? So this is like a virtual top showdown between people and demons!?

If this is bad...... no, it doesn't have to be bad, it's a battle that can dictate the end of the war...?

"... do you have to fight alone?

"If you're someone who won't die from my magic, you can follow me."

When I said that, Mr. Bozler leaned down and shut up.

Hey, hey, don't be serious. Isn't that a little joke?

"Pfft. I don't know, you're already stuffing me?

I was a bit of a joke and tried to tear up Mr. Bozzler's serious tone.

Even though we are now working together on the direct orders of His Majesty the Emperor, I am a hateful enemy to Mr. Bozler. Because he suddenly sat in the position of a magician he had struggled to climb down to, and in the game before him, he was not only blown away and humiliated, he was even seriously injured.

I think Mr. Bozzler said, "That's not true! Before you say it back," Oh, my God. No, "I said, clapping my shoulders.

"Anyway, very much so. Thanks to you, I won't be able to study magic either, thank you."

Mr. Bozzler, who was labored by me, nodded small with a somewhat unfloating look.... What, are you so angry? I don't like it anymore.

Then I wondered if he had been silent for a while, trying to say something...... but eventually he tied his lips without saying anything.

"... see you later"

"Yeah, badass"

The moment Mr. Bozler heard my reply, he gave me another look of something to say.

But I'm still leaving without saying anything.

... and thoughts.

Mr. Bozler came back here with Zukazuka and his big crotch, wondering if he had suddenly turned his heel back.

"Sephilia!"

"Hey, what...? What's the matter with you?

A somewhat impatient look, Mr. Bozzler, after a long tour...

"Heh... don't get me wrong. It's not like I hate you at all!

With that said, Mr. Bozler left me to be taken aback, and now it's time to leave the library behind with an early foot.

Yeah......? What is it now? Reverse tundelle?

"... uh, then it's time to take a break"

Though I had a lot to think about, well, I decided later that I should ask the person, and I called on everyone in the Spell Expedition to resume their work.

Then you will receive a plundered reply from all of you who have vain eyes saying "..................................................................................................................................................................."

Is that...? You guys have eyes you've seen in the mirror of your previous life, right?

Oh, yeah!

"In a little while, should we cut it up and come back to our house?

To that word, all seven of the expedition rose “Gatta!"

Yeah, yeah, I knew marathons with no goals in sight were hard. I have to tell you properly “how much more to run”.

"Then, in about eight hours, let's close today!

Your sparkling eyes stared and lost light with great momentum shortly after.

Oh, is that it? Eight hours was a long time? Six hours then! Ahhh, everyone is starting to cry blood silently!? You can't!?

We then ended up finding the spell of purpose where we had been working for about three hours, so we decided to open up our work there that day. The moment I announced the end of the work, you all seemed like a great shag, even though you were pretty good old.

But when I said, "I'll be here again in three hours," they all greyed out and peeled off their white eyes...

And an hour after its dissolution, Prime Minister Cellard, who for some reason went out of his way to my mansion directly, came to ask me to rotate every eight hours because I would triple the personnel.

It's good to stick to, but then wouldn't it be more efficient to have twenty of us working all the time? Oh, no? Oh, yeah.