The Second Life Cheat Reincarnation Mage – When the strongest reincarnated after 1,000 years, his life was too much for him

"Do you have a minute...?

I slapped him on the cheek, and as he waited for Cyril to wake up, a stranger was called out.

"Mr. Harold!

Cyril's surrounding men and others look at the man and speak up.

"I was shown the battle earlier. Who are you...?

Mr. Harold's gaze ties me straight.

This man named Harold.

You look like a good guy at first sight, but you look stronger than Cyril.

We have to be vigilant.

You were seeing through that idea.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You've alerted me. My name is Harold. He's Cyril's father who's down there."

Cyril's father...... so?

Could it have been "How dare you defeat my child. It's my turn to fight you next" pattern!

That's —— what a pleasure!

My chest is bouncing now.

"Don't turn that sharp gaze on me. Maybe now you think it's my turn?

"Is it not? I heard Cyril's father was a vigilante."

Let's use reverence once we're older.

Vigilantes are people who protect this village.

Sometimes we fight demons, sometimes we settle for rubbing in the village.

So I would have a little stronger arm than people.

"Ha. Honestly, I don't think I can beat you just now. You defeated my son."

Oh?

"So, but... you say, this Cyril kid only has a mouth..."

"He may be weaker than you, but my son is quite something, too, isn't he? It's complete magic, and I'm confident that the future will be beyond me"

Seriously?

"It sounds like a great suspicion, but I guess not many people my age can beat my son. You defeated it in an instant... not very much, but I can't win."

and Mr. Harold shrugged his shoulder.

You think Cyril's strong?

How much has this world declined?

"The speed of movement didn't seem like a human endeavour... do you have any special training?

It's magic.

"Magic?"

"Yeah, I magically moved faster."

"Is there such magic?

Mr. Harold snapped his neck.

"It's physical strengthening magic. It's not that uncommon of magic, so you've seen Mr. Harold, too, haven't you?

"A long time ago, I heard that it was the magic of dreams for us to deal with swords... but was it really real?

Again... the magic of physical enhancement isn't common either.

Speaking of which, even in the battle with Cyril, there was no way he was performing the magic of physical strengthening.

There was no way I knew that.

Even though they say it's a must in the battle between wizards.

When you're haunting your head,

"If I were you, I might even be able to enroll in Rosanlilla School of Magic, for example."

"Rosanlila School of Magic?

Now it's my turn to shake my neck.

"Oh, it's the best magic school in the world in Wangdu. There, children of promising wizards from all over the world are gathered and educated day and night. Those who graduate there join the Knights or leave a legend as adventurers...... with glorious achievements. That's the place."

Oh, my God.

Is there such a wonderful thing?

It's hard to imagine that some of the 'kids' are stronger than me... but less is less likely to bore me than this village.

"What do you think? If it were you, I'd think I could do it there. Besides, it would be a shame to let that talent be buried here. Think about enrolling in Rosanlila School of Magic......?

School of Magic......

Sounds interesting somehow.

I was going to be an adventurer in the future and fly around the world... but that won't be too late, even after I graduated from the School of Magic and Doo.

Besides, compared to previous lives, I still care about the current situation where magic is in decline.

I might know something about what kind of education is being given in this era.

Maybe the wrong magic common sense is the only thing in this village.

The right magical knowledge may be conveyed in the Wang capital.

I just moved out of other cities, Mr. Harold, at this rate, and, well, it's hard to think.

"How can you get into that magic school? I want in now!

"Don't panic. I can't enroll in the School of Magic until I'm fifteen. You look about the same age as Cyril, right?

"Fifteen..."

The next three years.

I felt it a long time.

"Besides, the entrance exam over there is difficult. You don't have the coverage to pass. [M] So until I'm fifteen, I need to work out."

Mr. Harold told me to tell him to drop his shoulder.

I was worried about what I was going to do... but I got some guidelines for now.

Enter the School of Magic.

And we also approach the mystery that this world is in decline.

Thinking about it, my chest sounded more high from now on.

Then he convinced my parents.

Mr. Harold also cooperated in persuading me.

As a result, you will be allowed to enroll in the School of Magic on condition that you return as much as possible for a long vacation….

No, I don't know because I haven't taken it yet.

I didn't feel like falling for it.

For another three years, I decided to work out my magic and body all the time.

As the body grows too, if it's easier to move and at this rate, it catches up with the power of the full season... no, it's only a matter of time before you overtake it.

And three years later.

I'm fifteen years old at last, and I have a magic school entrance exam coming up tomorrow.