The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

That day I was interrupting Mr. Nervia's home, the Renavento residence.

When Mr. Nervia leaves me alone, he doesn't want to be near me.

So unless there's anything special about it, there's no such thing as moving on from Mr. Nervia and going to his parents' house to show his face.

He doesn't even make contact with Marquis Saudil, Mr. Nervia's father, for the burden of banishing Mr. Nervia from the Imperial Capital once, or for respecting Mr. Nervia's will to serve the Lord as a knight, or for occasionally asking him to come home, etc...

I wish I could go home in about a week, because it's an extra walk from the Reverse Scale Mansion to the Renavent Mansion.

And because of those circumstances, I regularly visit the Renavento residence with Mr. Nervia in front of the building called "I'm going to ask Mr. Saudil about the recent movements of the Knights".

Sometimes I honestly think it might be a favor or an extra favor... but Nervia is happy to hang out when I hear I'm going to the Renavent Mansion, so I take it upon myself to interpret it as not so much.

That's how the Renavent Mansion is. It's been awhile since we had lunch, noon.

I was put through to the living room. I was on Jianmae Street, asking Mr. Thordill about the Knights' movements these days. Although the People's Demonic War has now also ended, they are still putting their energy into military exercises because they do not know when a new battle will begin again.

What the hell happens if the example 'black man' moves...... It would be best if I could attack and smash it from here, if I could, before they disturb the peace I got because of it.

... because I was thinking about that with a wrinkle between my eyebrows?

Unexpectedly, a cookie appeared in my sight.

"Master Sefi, uh"

Look, Mr. Nelvia, with me in her chest, was smiling and giving me cookies.

While I find myself just a little embarrassed, I remember my current age of appearance and laugh bitterly. What can a child who is just two years old now be shy of this much?

I twirl about half the cookies that Mr. Nervia offered me. My mouth is tiny, so I couldn't do it in one bite.

On his left hand, served like a plate, Mr. Nelvia spills shards of pompous and cookies.

That's how we get along, Mr. Sawdill, who was watching how it went, was happily closing his eyes. It may even seem more like a smiling sister-in-law of age than a lord and a squire.... or maybe they think you look like "sisters” though.

Whatever it was, this is how Lunavent parents and children could serve their purpose of taking time to face each other.

I don't have any school today, and I was wondering if I'd stay loose until evening like this... when I thought.

"Oh, I'm home! Ah! Sephiri -"

Suddenly he opened the living room door and tried to get closer to us with Zukazka...... Mr. Nervia's brother and second son of the Renavent family. This is Mr Zacica Lunavento.

Tuntung, pointy blonde hair and a fine physique young man who can be seen as a militant with one eye. Such a Mr. Zassica stopped moving like a pause in the video as it was when he stood perfectly still in the middle of the greeting.

"... Zacica?

Mr. Sawdill, who turned out to be a strange look, called out to guide his son, who stopped moving.

Meanwhile, Mr. Nelvia, who glanced at his brother who had stopped, said that he was peeking at my face chillily and grinning prankily.

Yeah, as you can see, I magically stopped him. 'Cause that guy, he always strokes my head hard every time I see him, and he does a lot of damage to my scalp. And right after that, there is a series of streams to the point that Mr. Nervia will be butchigiri and radical retaliation.

I think Mr. Zacica is the type of man who wants to be mean to a child he likes. So I hope Mr. Nervia will mind, but isn't he attacking my scalp?

But, well, that's none of our business. If you don't like it, I have the right to reject it.

To me and Mr. Nervia, who laughed at each other with a slightly black look, Mr. Saudil had a slightly drawn bitterness.

Then, before long, a slender, back-length young man emerged from the half-opened living room door.

A handsome knight with cool, sliced eyes, wrapped in ponytail with beautiful blonde hair with a metallic gloss similar to that of Mr. Nelvia.

I'm Lumiche Lunavent, the eldest son of the Lunavent family.

"Father, I'm home now. - Zacica? What are you doing?

Mr. Lumiche turns his suspicious gaze to Mr. Zacica, who is hardened like a mannequin near the door.

But when he noticed us laughing amicably in the living room, Mr. Lumiche sighed as small as he had guessed something, and he didn't pry any further.

Looks like Mr. Lumiche decided not to see you, his brother, who became a mannequin. Having turned his gaze lightly to us, he has turned a blind eye to Mr. Nelvia before turning to his face and further piercing his sharp gaze against me held in her chest.

I always think every time I see Mr. Lumiche, he absolutely hates me, doesn't he?

Ms Nervia said, "What I don't like about Brother Lumiche is that I'm a badly made man", but I rather feel more hostile in gazing at me than Mr Nervia.

... Well, I know that some people in the Imperial capital still treat me like a creepy monster, and I don't think it's impossible for Mr. Lumiche to feel bad about me.

In that way, I was about to give up half my settlement with Mr. Lumiche with a slightly awakened thought...

"Sir Sephiria. If you have time, can you talk to me for a second?"

When Mr Lumiche asked me that in a voice as colourful as it was likely to melt my ears, I was, of course, very surprised, as were Mr Nervia and Mr Saudil.

I often looked at Mr Nervia, but eventually, when he returned to me, he would reply immediately.

"Also, of course. I also wanted to take my time with Mr. Lumiche."

"So can you come to my room? Let's both take our time."

When I tried to follow Mr. Lumiche, who said so and showed the living room door half-hearted, Mr. Nervia stood up in a panic, holding me there.

"Oh, you know, Brother Lumiche! Me too..."

"The spirit is to speak alone with Sir Sephilia. Keep it down."

"Ugh... so, but..."

I laughed softly as I stroked her cheek at Mr. Nelvia, who looked like she was going to cry because she refused without a nibble.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Just hang in there."

"Dear Sephi..."

"Thank you for your patience."

When I snuck in Mr. Nervia's ear to say thank you, Mr. Nervia, who immediately turned his face bright red, got me off the floor.

Then I confess to Mr. Sawdill, "I will remove the blame," and then walk to Mr. Lumiche. I mean, I'm walking, I'm weighing down and I'm fluffing, which is the exact point.

Mr. Lumiche, who was watching our exchange now, had finally had an uncomfortable look on his face.

But he didn't say anything on this occasion, he just said, "Here it is," and walked out into the hallway.

I'll go after his back, even with minimal vigilance.

I don't know what the hell they're gonna say... why don't you take it and stand.