Two weeks have passed since I regained my memories of my previous life. Having finished my morning lesson and had lunch, I was encouraging myself to practice magic control on my own veranda. Build up the magic that flows all over your body in your left arm and release it. Store it in your left arm and release it. Store it up, release it. Store it up, release it.

... Hi. It's not working. The magic doesn't accumulate as you wish, it accumulates too much and spills, or the intention is to release it back into the magic flow in your body... This takes a lot of practice.

By the way, it doesn't make any particular deep sense that the place where you build up your magic once is your left arm. I'm left-handed, so it's just my left arm that's easy to focus my nerves. I think the right-hander probably does it with his right arm. Some people may accumulate in areas that are not hands or arms.

I missed the point. Why am I practicing magic control? There are two reasons for this. The first is that I simply went back to my eight-year-old body and realized that the control of the magic that I had been able to do in my previous life had ceased to work.

Even if he was never a good student in his previous life, he naturally was able to control his magic, which is the foundation in the foundation, because he was enrolled in the School of Magic right before graduation.

But the magic flowing through the eight-year-old's body felt much rougher than that of the eighteen-year-old, and he couldn't even try to control it with the same procedures as he had in his previous life.

If the magic currents of previous life were calm rivers with adequate water cures, the magic currents now feel like rampant rivers the day after heavy rain.

Naturally, magic cannot be used unless you have control of magic, and trying to force you to use magic at a stage that you are not in control of can lead to a magic runoff accident. It is extremely rare that runoff accidents occur, though, because we cannot reach the "embodying magic" stage, which is usually just before magic activation, if the magic is not under control.

Incidentally, it is normal for a child's body's magic flow to be rough compared to that of an adult, and even if left alone, it usually settles naturally to a level where control works in his mid-teens or so. That is probably one of the reasons why the school of magic is at the age of fifteen.

But I had a "second reason" I couldn't wait until then. That is that it is essential to gain strength as a wizard as soon as possible in pursuing a happy future with Mason. Let me explain why I came to that conclusion.

First, as expected, I could confirm that there were no private soldiers or servants named Mason Beckford in the Rosedale family yet. In fact, since I should have met him since the final year of the School of Magic in my previous life, it is probable that he is still ahead of me to come to the Mansion.

For example, what should we try to do? Find Mason and have him come to the Mansion earlier than he did in his previous life?... Um, although I'm only an eight-year-old now, and it's almost impossible to find a Mason boy here who doesn't know where or what he's doing, right?

Besides, he was definitely eight years older than me, so maybe now he's sixteen, where a sixteen-year-old boy told me how much he liked and liked an eight-year-old toddler, and would deal with him. No, you shouldn't.

... On the contrary, in case he cares about that to an eight-year-old, that's a little scary, and sad. That leads me to the conclusion that the timing of the Mason search is not now. It's not the same time as yet.

So what do I do best? What is it that an eight-year-old can work hard for his future boyfriend, future husband, who I still don't see?

… it is to acquire the skills necessary to live with him. That is how I concluded. And in my case, magic is the skill.

He was a private soldier of the Rosedale family when he met me, but before that, he was an adventurer, and he must certainly have come from a foreign civilian somewhere. And I'm the daughter of a super powerful aristocrat, the Rosedale family. Think normally, it can't be easy to admit marriage. There would be a high probability that he would run off and live in some distant country.

When that happens, you need the means to earn an income for your life and the art of being able to protect yourself. Running off with a woman who doesn't have the power to make money or protect herself can only be a nuisance or a burden for Mason.

Magic is undoubtedly a skill that can achieve those two at the same time, and I was also highly regarded in my previous life as "Only magic born with is first-class" and "Wasted to have all that magic". So if you make an effort to hone your magic at an early stage, you will surely be quite a wizard mentor.

... Yes, at the time, I was obsessed with making love to the second prince (or actually one-sided) and hardly interested in mastering magic or anything. I feel sorry for you.

What? I'm going into magic school from the age of fifteen, and if I'm still ahead of me to meet Mason, I don't think I need to do some magic polishing right now?

No, no, that's sweet. I found out with my own hands in my previous life. The value of my presence in this house is nothing more than a pawn in a political marriage. As soon as I was no longer able to serve as that pawn, I was abandoned by my family and servants (except my beloved Mason and Virgin Irene).

And as I was engaged at the age of nine in my previous life, it is not uncommon for royal aristocracy engagement to be determined at an early stage. Then there will almost certainly be one or two applications for political engagement coming into my place, even if it is the daughter of the three Dukes.

So, naturally, I have to expose myself to marrying a man other than Mason.

What can happen when it does? They may be allotted early, such as a useless daughter, who never attempts to serve as a pawn in a political marriage. Or my will may be ignored and my engagement forcibly decided.

If you are allotted, you will need the means to earn an income for your life at that stage, and the technique of being able to protect yourself, and if you are going to push ahead with your engagement, you will not quit the house, so you will still need the means to live at that stage. That's why I can't wait until I enroll in magic school or anything like that.

... Yes, after ostensibly accepting an engagement with a princess I'm not interested in, I definitely don't want to imitate that I'll destroy it later just because my destiny has appeared. Because I know exactly how it feels to be done.

"... uh, can you hear me -? Lady?"

At some point, the Virgin Irene, who had come, looked into my face apprehensively, feeling a little centimetre remembering her previous life. Shit. I was totally in my world. Maybe they talked to me a few times and I ignored them.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking. What's the matter with you?

"Yes, my husband left me a message asking me to come to the salon at 15: 00."

"Your father...? I get it. Thanks."

Irene lowered her head with a smile on her face and went back to work. I feel that Irene and I have been having a lot of breakdowns in the last two weeks and are having a good relationship. Very happy.

By the way, he has recently received a reputation from other servants for "ladies getting round". I'm conscious and kind to Eileen, but I'm just treating other people normally.

I don't know for myself if it feels rather dry... I'm sure it was too bad before and just doesn't say selfishness or disgust makes you seem like a true human being. Huh.

And you called me from your father... what are you talking about? I have a bad feeling about this.

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"Oh, Chelsea. Are you feeling okay now?

Father, mother and brother were already in place at the salon headed to the specified time. My father, the Duke of Anton Rosedale, is the dandy uncle with a neat face who has now spoken to me.

It feels like an ideal middle-aged man with age-appropriate tannins but still retaining his youth, and he still has a lot of fans in the social world.

"Yes, it's all right now. Sorry for your concern."

"Ugh, um. That was good..."

Father with a slightly sad face. The way I put it, I wonder if it was too clerical.

"How's the memory? Do you remember anything?

"No, unfortunately you remain ambiguous. Sorry, sir."

"Yes... It's not about apologizing..."

Now a beauty with a slightly colder look on her hanging eyes, just like me, sank. This is my mother, the Duchess of Elena Rosedale.

... No, I know you don't remember yourself at all for them right now, but you still can't forget the cold face of your family when you cut me off. Because it's still a recent memory in me, I was duped. That's why I get such a strange attitude.

My brother, Alan Rosedale Boy (11), was not particularly responsive to this exchange and was eager for tea. This guy doesn't bluff. Speaking of which, I was silently drinking tea when I was kicked out of the house. Flying your gaze at me like you were looking at garbage, though.

By the way, your brother is also a villain face with the same cold looking impression as your mother. It's very beautiful, though. Gene of a kind looking father, complete defeat.

"Gohon!... I have a good story for Chelsea today."

"Good story, is it...?

If you were thinking about something that didn't matter, your father coughed up once, and then he got back on his mind and kept talking. You have to be careful not to be too interested in the conversation.

"Chelsea would have wanted to go to the royal palace for a long time, wouldn't she?

"Yes..."

I'm going into Top 3 where I don't want to go right now, but me responding raw to Texto with a scratch in my heart.

"In fact, two weeks from now, there's going to be a tea party at the Royal Palace on Friday. It's Prince Kyle's birthday.

Uh, that tea meet. Maybe that's it. An event in my previous life when I fell in love with the Second Prince at first sight.... I don't want to go to death. Seriously. I'm so sick of the bottom of my heart. You haven't noticed, your father keeps talking happily.

"To Chelsea, I got an invitation. Besides, the queen has just nominated me."

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After hanging out with the bickering for a while, I went back to my room, laying down in bed and staring at the sea. I don't want to go to a tea party, and I don't want to see the face of the Second Prince again, but if that means the Queen's immediate nomination, there's basically no veto for me.

Honestly, I also thought for a moment of the option of wasting time if I decline because of ill health and memory problems, but I probably stopped because it doesn't make sense.

He will continue to be frequently invited to events of this hand anyway, and the second prince will spend three years on the same campus once he enrolls in the School of Magic because he is of the same age with magic. So where I declined this tea party, it doesn't make sense.

So reluctantly, I decided to attend. Trying to just say the minimum greetings you need on the day and even practice magic control somewhere discreet in the corner.

Speaking of which, my father and mother were so happy when I honestly told them that "I spend my free time practicing basic magic control" when they asked me "how I've been spending these days" during my earlier collusion with my family that they were going to arrange for a magic tutor as soon as possible.

You did it! Now I win...!