The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

The last thing I called you was your brother.

Me sitting in bed and my brother, who alternately compared the couch I had installed in the front of it, stopped for a moment before sitting on the couch.... didn't you get a little lost right now?

Your brother was softening in a restless manner to me facing the light that plunged through the window against my back.

Usually, we're used to talking in the position of brother and brother, but we don't seem to be comfortable talking in a different way as a teacher and student. You look a little familiar in the first place, brother.

Like this, I'm anxious to be able to do well, even if I introduce you to a good girl any day.... Well, if you have to, there are plenty of girls in our village, so maybe you don't have to worry about that either.

"Welcome, sweetheart."

"Mmm...... ah, ah"

Your brother looked uncomfortably out of sight for my labor smiling. Why? Why?

"... Sefi is annoying, too. You know... you're going to Devil's Land for a while, right?

"Yeah. I'm gonna come back as soon as I can."

"... well"

When your brother-in-law with a non-floating expression squeals like that, he will eventually stare me straight in the eye like he has decided to.

"Hey...... does that really have to be Sephi going?

"Huh?"

"Can't someone else? Other than that... can't you do it like a magician or something?

To a brother with a look and voice that made me feel desperate somewhere, I ate and stuck in words.

But it's also something I knew your brother would mention.

Even when I once traveled to the Easberg Republic nestled in Lille's plot, my brother, who was in the village, worried about me with his mother, told me that he had rushed me to the Imperial City. And when I came back, I was silently revealing my anger at me for taking a dangerous journey.

Then the 'Reaper' thing. It's also new to my memory that your brother was fiercely rebelling against me trying to go to battle with Excelesi.

My brother, who exchanges promises to keep me with his father, would have tried to keep me away from danger by flaunting and scolding me for trying to go to the dead instead of being able to keep me directly by sword or magic.

"If Sephi doesn't get out of this empire and she doesn't... I'll do anything. I don't even like it because I'm embarrassed. I wash my body every day, and when I go to bed, I will squeeze it, and I will forgive you for sticking around..."

……

"So hey... don't go anywhere anymore...! That's why you're home, isn't it? The war is over! Don't make me worry! I'm frightened, I'm waiting! I don't like it anymore...!

To my brother's appeal, which is too diligent, I unconsciously held onto a scratchy and painful chest.

I'm a brother who used to scream and pull cages like 'If I go to fight, I'll cross over', but this time I've hit my feelings more straight....... In convincing me, there would be no more effective method. Is it someone's wisdom to get in?

... But even I don't like and want to go to dangerous demonic territory.

"Thank you, Oh-chan.... and then, I'm sorry"

"... sefi!!

"I'm sure this is the end of me."

I said 'no' to your brother's plea with clarity.

As a family, as a brother, I think that's a lousy reply. But I'm an Imperial soldier, and I'm a brave man... yeah, isn't that right? Your Majesty ordered me not to go to demonic territory. Because I decided, of my own free will, that I had to go to the Demonic Realm before the 'enemy' could make a move.

So I knew this would mean my selfishness.

"... I won't let you go"

But when you heard my reply, your brother stood up largely, walking over to me sitting on the bed… and shoving my shoulder down on the bed, which was surprisingly stiff.

"Ohh... to, honey...?

To me lying in bed, my brother quietly covered me. Your brother's hand, stuck right next to my face, makes the bed giddy.

Then I panicked. Before I said anything...... Shizuku, who fell on my cheek, made me swallow that word.

"How could Sefi... all this happen to Sefi..."

Under the beautiful blonde hair (prond) that resembles your mother, clear blue eyes like your father continue to zero tears.

"Please... don't go anywhere..."

Your brother's trembling voice was like this one you're listening to is going to suffer.

But that voice, as if it had been painfully squeezed out, is warm enough to make you feel not only pain and sorrow, but also deep love and compassion...

"Phew."

"... what's wrong...!

Is that why? To the joy that has overflowed my chest, I have loosened my cheeks.

"I'm sorry. But I'm glad you're so puffy."

"You've decided to worry! We're all worried about you! And you, and you, and me! We're all worried about you!

"Yeah... well, right. I have plenty of people to fill me up with right now."

To me, who accidentally nicked me, your brother stared down at me with tears in his eyes.

I pull my brother's clothes and squeal in a good mood as I hold that head against my chest.

"It's not like you (...). There are people who will be puffy, and there are people who will be upset. If only I knew that, I'd be fine."

"... Sefi?

I told my brother clearly, with a resolute voice, with a bewildered look as he held me in my chest.

"I will not. I can't do it again. 'Cause it's always coming back."

I'm sure the "okay" I've been saying wasn't the kind of thing that would remove your brother's anxiety. That's true, because there was no basis, and confidence wasn't that much.

But not now. I was absolutely confident that I would return safely, without losing my life.

It was different then (...). Because I'm not alone... so I can work hard, and if I have to, I should be able to make the decision to run away or avoid danger.

I could see that the anxiety, which was commonly expressed in your brother's expression about the clarity and the change in my atmosphere, was slightly, but surely thin.

Then in just a bit of relaxed air, my bitterly smiling brother squeals.

"... Well, Sefi's not going to die for killing him."

"Hehe. That's right ~? I won't ~?"

"Even if it's just my neck, my body's going to grow out of it and regenerate."

"That's not it, is it?

That's not human! I'm not human! What does your brother think I am!?

... I can't say very strongly before I have a background in guitaring Reaper (Excelesi) who can actually play (it).

Even after your brother got back on track, I've been holding your brother's head for a while. Usually it's like, "Ugh!" And that kind of behavior that is shaken away as soon as you say it, "but your brother today is spoiling and accepting.

And to my brother, who is burying his face in my chest with a reassuring look somewhere, I stuck around and said I was on track.

"Oh, my God, thank you so much."

"Yeah, I love it, man."

"- Huh!?

Surprisingly not much. "Ugh!? My brother strokes my cheek softly with a slightly worse grin at me for making a shout that I'm not sure about.

Oh, brother............!? When did you become such a Ikenai child......!?

To me blushing and losing my words, your brother whispers in a turning, sweet voice.

"Hey, Sefi. I love it. Now, I need to ask you a favor."

"Hey, hey!? Say anything!?

"Take me to the demonic realm..."

"I can't do that. Oh, honey, it's good."

"............... damn"

My brother, staring at me with an indescribably cute look, groaned disturbingly, "Because of what Dr. Bozzler taught me..." Was that Mr. Bozler's setup? Remember, you sorry good-looking bastard!

I managed to get my spare time back. When I smiled like a prank,

"But... when I can grab this, I'll follow you from so far, okay?

That's what I took out of my nostalgia was a metal cylinder about the size of a cigarette and a small metal needle like a darts arrow smaller.

I tell my brother, who looks at it with a suspiciously narrow eye, who I am: "It's a blow arrow".

"Try it?

My brother, urged to do so, breathed as much as he wanted, loading the barrel with arrows with unfamiliar hands.

The arrow released from the short blow barrel flies slightly for about a few meters and falls to the potty and to the floor.

What a subtle look, your brother staring at an arrow that fell to the ground. To a brother like that, I said, "Lend me? I said," I offered my hand.

"What the hell have you been doing?

To my question, your brother had his eyes rounded for a while...... he seemed to immediately realize what I was trying to say.

Having received a blow barrel from my brother, I whine 'Acceleration Mechanism (Accelerator)' and breathe in gently as I pack an arrow into the barrel.

Shortly afterwards, the arrow released with the tall sound of "Picun!!" pierced the chair and chest that was on the ray like a piece of paper and profoundly pierced the brick wall on the other side of it.

... In the heart of a large crack, the small metal arrows are heated by air friction and glow red, emitting shoe shoe and smoke.

"This is how you grab your“ speed designator "?

I smiled and told my brother, who had opened his mouth and solidified.

Your brother's fixed "speed designator” is probably the strongest category of magic the students handle.

Not for the public very much because of the intense consumption of magic on top of the difficulty of handling...... it would be a powerful and incomparable magic that, in extreme cases, would not allow other followers. Anyway, it's like getting the same ability as practically Reggie.

"Let the planks of wood be pierced before I come back. It's homework, Logna (...)?"

That's what I said and laughed furiously in teacher mode, and your brother gave me back a cramped grin.