The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

Eventually, when we left the store, we started walking in the streets of the Imperial City again with Mercia-kun pinned between us and the three of us holding hands.

Then along the way, when I wanted to pass in front of the park, Mercia said, "Ah, Porus-kun! Cecil!" I shouted in a delightful voice. Apparently, I found your friend playing in the park.

With a slightly anxious look, Mercia looked up to me.

"Doctor. Can I just talk to you for a second?

"Of course. Then we're off on the bench there."

"Ha!

We walk over to the wooden bench we had installed nearby, dropping off Mercia-kun, who was happily running on a small run.

Mr. Bozler then laid a large handkerchief out of his pocket with sophistication on a shaded seat. Mr. Bozler then leans back next to him, resting his legs in the sun.

"Oh, uh... thanks"

"Mmm."

I just feel a little loose, but I will sit down on the handkerchief that Mr. Bozler laid for me.

Then we didn't have a conversation for a while and watched about Mercia-kun, who seems to be having fun talking to your friends a little farther away.

How long would you have done that? The silence that came suddenly was also sudden when it was broken.

"... thanks"

"Huh?"

"Go out with my brother's selfishness"

I was surprised by the sudden toss of gratitude...... apparently it was a thank you for today's outing.

In honor of Mercia-kun being able to use his magic, when I said I would make it happen if I asked for anything...... Mercia-kun has presented it with little hesitation was today's outing.

'On holiday, Sephilia and my brother and I, who grew up like the other day, would like to go out' was what I asked for. … however, I offered not to refer to me as "Sephilia” in public and to stop saluting as an exchange condition.

Before, I had stayed at Mr. Bozzler's house looking like a high school version. Apparently, at that time, Mercia liked this look of me.

... I've been raised with one male hand, so I guess I miss my mother?

"And then, I'm sorry"

I turn to Mr. Bozzler for words that have been thrown at me all of a sudden. Then he leaned down with a smile somewhere.

"It was the purpose of my life to tear the people of the Night Beast Bandits apart with this hand. So since I was picked up by the Knightly Monastery, I worked on an archery of bloody swordsmanship, desperately asking my master to teach me magic. Soon the means were the aim and all I could see was revenge..."

"... Mr. Bozler"

"So I rode that black woman (Lil 'Lu) 's mouthpiece and even developed into a match with you. It was like they took my only life back then.... so maybe. I'm sure I wanted to' convince 'you by getting busted and losing so much. If he's this strong, he can't help it."

... Oh well. That's what Mr. Bozler was thinking when he came to your game.

Yet in the conference room of Castle Beolant, he stirred up and shamed Mr. Bozler, who had been involved, and deliberately did everything possible to lick him to lose if it was a game, and at the end of the sentence, he blew him up unreasonably where Mr. Bozler was about to blow off and sent him to the hospital...

Is that it? Am I not too harsh for anything?

"Hmm... I thought he was a hell of a guy at first. But in the first place, we were hostile, like Mercia said, to my eight. So while I was in the hospital after your game, I reflected that Mercia and her master were mad at me and did something stupid. I didn't expect to see you until now."

"Oh, yeah... 'cause I thought I'd overdone anything..."

"Well, indeed, I thought you were going to die. But it would have been nice if I thought of it now. If I get smashed without my skin as much as I want, I can blow it out even if I don't want to. I'm really glad I didn't beat you for some mistake now."

If I had lost on purpose and Mr. Bozler had won...... what would have happened?

I was downgraded to a mage apprenticeship for a rear support assignment, and Mr. Bozler continued to engage in war...

"Is that it? Speaking of which, didn't you say you were asking His Majesty for something? What if Mr. Bozzler wins the game..."

"Oh, I guess. If I had won the game in front of you, I would have asked you to let me kill all the Beast Bandits with this hand the night you captured them alive."

"What!!

"At that time, I thought I could move on, too. Kill those guys, liquidate our past, maybe we can get a new life out of there... that's what I wanted to assume."

Mr. Bozler, with some lonely dry grin, shook his neck sideways like he was fed up.

"Ha ha, I guess that's why the master was asking you to 'fight as hard as you can' and tell me that you're deliberately trying to lose before the game"

"Oh well, so Mr. Lulu, so..."

"Besides, when I said I would“ send Sephilia's front line ”the winning reward to make you serious... His Majesty immediately endorsed it... I'm sure it was for me too"

"Ah... that's what happened"

I was wondering if His Majesty had just developed his usual dos. No, I still can't throw away the possibility that it seems true...!

Mr. Bozzler, who was zipping his gaze down on his knees, shrugged with a humble look.

"Ultimately, I guess what I wanted you to be serious about, too, was that I was aware of what I wanted to do myself and what was right to do"

"... you're strong, Mr. Bozler."

"Ah?"

"I would have killed all those bandits if your brother hadn't been here."

I would have strangled the bandits if your brother hadn't stopped me when my family was in danger for my life and I ran wild.

Then rushing to Mr. Nervia's was also delayed and the damage spread, and the rest of the bandits should have brutally magically turned them into meat chunks.

Your brother must have contributed more to the defense of the village that night than I did.

"... I'm the same. If it weren't for Mercia, it would have been so broken. It's because of him that I can still do this."

"But Mercia-kun is safe because Mr. Bozler protected Mercia-kun, right? Then we'll..."

"No!"

Suddenly I shook my shoulders bickly at Mr. Bozzler, who spoke out loud.

Then Mr. Bozler looks a little sorry and then circles his back, he holds his head.

"No, no... I took Mercia and ran away only myself...!

"Ugh, yeah. That's why Mercia saved you, isn't it?

"The other villagers were fighting...! Bloody, desperate, for everyone to help! Yet it's just me... it's just me, I ran away... abandoning everyone, even our mothers...!!

Mr. Bozler, who had eaten his teeth so hard that a critical noise sounded, was desperately trying to squeeze them out and spinning his words.

That appearance was as if he were going to make a confession… and somewhere, he also looked as if he wanted someone to punish him.

I was worried about what to do and what words to say.

I'm not Le Laura, so I don't know what words they want. Besides, as you can imagine how they feel, I don't know how Mr. Bozler feels about carrying this tragic past and continuing to suffer all the way to this day.

I felt like I would be irresponsible to say any word, and even wonder if there really is the right answer to fulfill it...

... No. Beautiful, irresponsible, or misguided...

You have to put it into words, you can't tell them anything, can you?