The wife of the villains, returning to death to change her mind.

The carriage slowly progresses throughout the city of Naos, the territorial capital.

The road is paved with cobblestones, so it was relatively comfortable to ride.

Even though the streets outside the city are quite well maintained, there are fewer parts missing or broken because the demons are trekking, making the ride considerably less comfortable.

Fortunately, I don't have to worry about that today.

Because today's destination is in the city, so you don't have to head outside.

"... it's time to get there. Are you ready?

That's what Cleman talks to me about in the carriage.

His gaze was toward Sieghardt, who seemed to have fun on my lap, not me......

I'm going to be another year old, so it feels like you're getting pretty big, but I can't talk to you yet.

For that reason, the words themselves are saying to me.

"I'm not ready... I don't care if Sieghardt didn't have magic."

Yes, magic.

Today's errand is not about me or Cleman himself, it's in Sieghardt.

Does he have magic to fulfill, or what is its quantity and nature, as a matter of fact?

To find out about it, he was headed to a church in the territorial city.

There are magic aids in the church to check magic, and it's common to look them up when you're about a year old.

I can also make my own magic test apparatus, but it has always been the practice, especially for aristocracy, to be registered about the presence or absence of magic, so I looked it up before me, so there is a problem in ending it.

By the way, it's basically unusual to say nobility is the one with or without magic, because nobles need to be somewhat familiar with who has magic among themselves, because inadvertently the person they try to quarrel with can develop into a major problem if they are magicians.

Although I looked down on the top and bottom of the throne and tried to get my hands on it, it meant that it would be difficult to be fought back by witchcraft, dead.

By the way, if you have magic, and the power was enough to grow as a magician, the person is easy to reuse.

As a result of using his abilities as a magician to achieve results, there are quite a few people as long as history is broken.

That's why nobility expects its own children to be magical.

Cleman's dialogue comes from such circumstances.

I just don't think I care much about the area.

Whether a child has magic or not, it makes no difference to be my child.

In the first place...... now I know if I have magic without having to look into Sieghardt.

That's why I didn't have to worry about anything.

"That being said, it's better for Sieg to have magic."

Cleman says so, but I,

"Sometimes I get jealous, so I don't think it's okay if I don't."

"I guess..."

"That's right."

I'm just talking about that.

"The hall, ma'am. We have arrived."

The carriage stops, and your man comes down and calls out from outside the carriage.

Then the door opened and Cleman came down first, first to receive Sieghardt, then he gave me a hand too.

I know you will, but Cleman doesn't want to give up this role.

The carriage was followed in front of the church, so the entrance was right there.

And before that stood Cardinal Romain Philos, Lord of this Church.

"... Welcome, Duke, and your wife"

Romain, who said so and gave it deep, is an old man with a long, white mustache, just that his spine is stretched with pins.

And it was the light of serene intelligence that dwelt in his eyes, and he was preaching his goodness.

In fact, he was a thoughtful and good man, and he had advised me to worry and revamp until the end about me, when I was even off the road.

I ended up not listening at all...... I'm not going to live like that this time.

I also want to listen carefully to his words.

"Oh, under Romain. Please welcome my son today."

Clément says so and bows his head.

I did that by imitating it, too.

"That's your son...... So for now, come here."

Romain turned his attention to the zeek Cleman was holding, then invited him inside the door.

While walking, Romain says.

"… that I was here today for your son's magic test, but I would like to make a few caveats"

"I know, I know."

Clément said so, but Romain shook his neck to the side,

"That's what all the noblemen say, that there are a lot of problems that can arise when you actually inspect… could you please let me explain?

That's what I said.

Problem in this case, I guess, is the story after I tested my own child's magic, and it turns out, no magic.

In that case, I give up that most nobles were unfortunate, but I can't help it, but sometimes they are.

The one who causes problems.

Cleman smiles bitterly and tells Romain.

"Well, that's hard work...... please, explain. It's also a good idea to check your knowledge to ask again."

"Then there is a temptation…. First of all, it's about the inspection itself, but this can't be very difficult. Ask your son to touch some magic equipment. That's all."

"You used to need to take blood or something. It's a convenient world."

"Dear Left... I was also a blood drain when I looked into it. Was it about the last time the Duke looked into it?

"Yeah. My parents told me I was drained of blood too. Well, a drop of blood, I mean, it was."

"Was it...... So, go on, but we'll let you know on the spot as soon as we know the results. What the test shows is the amount of magic and the attributed bias of magic in the body. Your wife will know a lot more about those theories than I do..."