The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

It's been about a month since your brother and Vicuña were able to use magic.

They were apparently raw sensationalists, and once they activated their magic to grasp their senses. No, they were also growing faster than Mercia-kun, a genius skin, or Listalette, a ghost of effort. In six months, the four of us might be shouldering each other.

This could be said to have achieved the goal I initially set when launching this school, 'Everyone masters magic almost without danger and at more than a certain level'.

There have been a lot of extra twists, but somehow this will have made everyone a "magician”.

I sat on the table and looked over at the students as I felt my chest filled with pride.

"Gentlemen, thank you very much to this day, well done!

When I say this, it's like a graduation ceremony...... everyone's magic is still immature, so we need to continue to study. So I filled it in, and did I just say it was the end of the school year ceremony?

Unfortunately, I'm going to have to go out to the Demonic Realm, so I'm going to close the classroom with a separate section here...... but once I get a paragraph on what I have to do, I want to take care of everyone again.

When I told him about it, all the students were in the face with visible relief and joy. Everybody's really cute already!

"You guys were really overflowing and dull. Still know. From now on, as a“ bud of hope "that only this Verision Empire is going to tear up, please look after Jibu!

Whatever it is, I find it detracting to clean it up with a clichéd expression of "talent” that seems to belittle their efforts... and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are full of talent, having made them try to master such a light and useful magic in this world that any tiny magic would be respected if activated.

If it was meant to be, it's impossible for a minor child to learn magic. Then they must be the vessels that can hone their own power for decades to come and take charge of the future of this empire.

... and my words confidently uttered with all that meaning seemed to disapprove the students for some reason though.

What was on everyone's face were so-called negative emotions, such as fright, disappointment, confusion and bewilderment.

"Talent..."

"He said he's still young..."

"Take charge of the future of the Empire..."

"A bud of hope......"

As if to represent the mood of the four people who were somewhat oddly relaxed, Mr. Bozler, who had listened to him in silence until now, groaned in a potpout with a voice like squeezed out of the bottom of his stomach.

"No... don't you say..."

Huh? That's the word because I'm trying to hide by entrusting knowledge to a future young man, isn't it? I'd rather hit it and put it on!

To Mr. Bozzler, who somehow held his head, I tip my little neck.

Oh, boy, Mr. Bozzler is natural sometimes, isn't he? Heh, funny.

Then I decided to have a meeting with each of them.

I wanted to crack my stomach open and talk about this firmly with everyone I've spent more than six months with until today.

I decided to make sure everyone else waited in the classroom before calling one person at a time into the adjacent rest room.

The first thing I called you was Mercia.

I was moving the couch in advance, making sure to face the bed in the break room. Since I was sitting right on the bed, naturally I was stepping that Mercia would also sit on that opposite couch...

"Eh heh. It's a hiccup to be alone like this, first born!

With that said and a fuzzy grin, Mercia just naturally lowered her back right next to me.... That, that's crazy. I was wondering if you didn't see the couch there?

"... Mercia had the most magic in her life."

"Not to your brother, not at all, yet."

"That's not true. Mr. Bozzler is full of Mercia, isn't he?

In the past few months, Mercia-kun had further refined the wind magic he had originally specialized in, accelerating its strength to such an extent that it could eventually jeopardize the position of Mr. Bozler, the same user (professional) of wind magic.

But Mr. Bozler seems to have a decent division of residence between the two, given Mercia's excellence in more delicate and auxiliary manipulations, compared to more aggressive wind usage.

Is there a difference in character around here, or is it the result of a teacher's (my) desire not to fight the students?

I get up on the bed I was sitting on, it takes the form of a little look down at Mercia-kun sitting next to me. Even though my body grows fairly slowly, even I'm already about seventy-five centimeters tall.

And as I walked over to Mercia-kun, who was staring wonderfully at my behavior, I held him with my head in my chest as it was.

"Good luck, Mercia."

"Seisei...?

Mercia-kun leaks a mosquito-like, fine voice.

Then he shrugged his nose small as he turned his hand to my back in such a way as to be afraid.... Could you be crying a little?

"Doctor, I need a favor..."

"What?

To Mercia, who has become a little trembling, I try to encourage her with a gentle voice.

Then he let his slightly tearful eyes go up in the air,

"Mercia, okay? Not“ kun ", from now on, call it off...?

I was violently shaken by such a nasty Mercia-kun favor.

Oh, enough to say please, so somehow I was assuming a more immediate, cash request...! Still, as a reward for everyone being a magician, I was in possession of anything to make it happen to you...

"Mercia."

That said, when I gently stroked his fluffy blonde hair... so suddenly, Mercia in her chest began to nibble away and tears of large grains.

"What, ah!? What!? What's wrong!? I didn't like it!?

"Ugh, yeah, no! I don't like it... I'm so happy..."

Mercia, who rubbed the mess and her eyes and wiped her tears, looked very illuminated.

Then Mercia exhales deeply with satisfaction as she rubs her face against my chest again.

The way it was, he also looked like a sweet young child to his mother...... and thinking about it I remembered at the same time that he was losing his mother at a much younger age.

So I squeeze out the motherhood that's not in me and open my mouth, remembering how our mother sounds and speaks.

"Mercia's a good girl. But, you know, you could use more of me, right?

Whispering so full of love for Mercia-kun, he shook his shoulders tingly and then added strength to the hand he turned on my back.

"Doctor... you'll be home soon, won't you?

"I don't know if it's gonna be long, but it's gonna come back."

"You're not gonna be gone, are you?

"... yeah. I will always be gone. Even if I went somewhere... it would come back."

To reassure Mercia, who seemed anxious, I spoke slowly with the kind of voice that would teach him.

For once, Mercia-kun lost everything but his brother, Mr. Bozler. I don't want him to feel the same way again.

It's painful to travel to the Devil's Land for a while to make you feel lonely, but this is for the sake of the Empire… and hence for future young people like Mercia-kun and Mr. Bozler to be able to live in peace from now on.

So all I can do is come back to Empire as soon as possible, and safely, and smile at you "right now".

I then closed the interview by telling Mercia that I could train in magic, but that I would be careful not to just get hurt, under Mr. Bozzler's supervision.

I miss seeing Mercia-kun's smile for a while, too, but let's just say that after a while we don't see how he grows and we'll be traveling through the demonic realm looking forward to it.