Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

After all, Reggie sighs when she says.

"Your body is nothing...... sounds like it. I haven't looked any different before. From the way you were surprised earlier, you didn't even know it was something to do with the sorcerer, did you?

I nod.

"Right. Good for you."

Smile as Reggie relieved.

Oh, I think I'm gonna stare at him.

"Like that magician creep, you're not going to scatter magic around me or shut me down because my body might go crazy... or something?

"What are you talking about, Chiara? I wouldn't do that."

Reggie says with a decent look.

"I'm not experiencing any problems right now, and you can't use magic. Why do you have to lock me up?

"But maybe in the future, that's what happens."

"Right..."

When she complained about the cause of her anxiety, Reggie thought a little and responded.

"Nevertheless, it's hard to find out because I don't even know a magician, and I'm not going to find him even if he keeps fishing for Uncle Borderline's library. I'll find out about it when I get back to the palace."

"Oh, really!?

Reggie gives me a firm nod.

I was relieved. The royal palace would be more informative. Besides, there must have been magicians hired by the royal family. Those people would also be able to get some pretty accurate information.

"But how long has Chiara been drinking it? In the case of an earlier man, it would have meant that he had been drunk by another object once he returned to Count Patriciere or where he had come to this close, since he did not seem to have had a problem where the thundergrass was growing. I'm sure it's only been two weeks since they drank me."

"Mm-hmm. It's been years since they drank me right after they adopted me. I fell asleep for about three days at first...... and then they drank me several times, but it seemed like it was enough to make me feel a little sick. So I was wondering if he was being drugged with a special poison or some kind of Getemono-based nourishment that could be passed on to the Count's house."

"Nourishing pills? Again, you have a big idea."

Reggie laughs a little.

"But it must be like poison... If you're really going to die like a magician creep, the effect is not so different from poison. But I was fine drinking it. Maybe Chiara really has magician qualities."

To Reggie's words, I nod.

Without qualities, you'd be dead, so I guess nothing strange about my body meant that I had qualities. as in previous life's games.

The question, though, is that not a single piece of magic can be used.

"What I'd rather hear than hear is how you told me about two years from now. Did Count Patriciere tell you anything? It's moving in two years from now, with the invasion planned."

As for Reggie, that seemed to be a more important issue. Indeed, if there is a move in the war of aggression, you will want to grasp the move now.

But I didn't see or hear it from anyone.

"It's really, it's a dream... it's like a daydream"

"A dream..."

Reggie gave me a reluctant look and I was anxious to be told that I was a dream story.

"I can't explain it well, but anyway, with the state as I see it, the world is moving. If I hadn't escaped from the Count, I would have been Queen's wife after I was made to marry her. And I'm going to fight the Queen as a magician under the family name Credias... and maybe I was fighting Alan and the others. That's why I saw the name of the person I was married to in a letter, and I ran away."

Now I don't want to be everyone's enemy for any different reasons than I did then.

Alan who put me in the carriage and hired me in the territory. If my son Alan trusted me, and Mr. and Mrs. Borderline who accepted me.

Reggie helps me because I'm a friend, besides helping me with all of that.

I can't imagine hurting someone as an enemy before they kill me.

But even if you talk to Reggie that far, you'll just confuse him. So I cut to the chase.

"It's an absurd story with no basis whatsoever. But you can think my head is crazy about me, so please, be careful. Two years later, if it turns out to be what I see it, I'll try to protect it properly in return. So if you hadn't refused then... I'd be glad"

I didn't want you to understand everything.

I just need you to know that Reggie is dangerous, that I can be a magician, and that I want to help Reggie. I thought so.

Reggie has been suggesting after thinking about it.

"It would be hard for you to believe a story that is certainly unfounded. If they're Jeremiah Episcopal priests, they'll easily affirm it if you say it's a dream. But Chiara. As far as I'm concerned, I was wondering if Count Patriciere was up to something big. So why don't you let everyone know about your anxiety? Who wouldn't like the castle to be about to be knocked down?

"But you might not believe me..."

"You don't have to do this alone. I tell you from me that the Queen is behaving suspiciously and from this move by Count Patriciere, we need to be quite careful."

To the words, I felt a load of shoulders coming down.

If it were a prince, and Reggie's words, who would know the queen's crowd and be familiar with the nobles' movements, Uncle Vayne would be quite concerned.

I can finally breathe. Reggie glanced at me again and whispered in my ear, relieved that way.

"Then... you should be the magician and not have to protect me"

"Huh..."

My body was stiff remembering being spoken on my cheeks, I round my eyes to unexpected words.

"But if the invasion really happens, it's better to have a magician"

Even the aftermath of the war will definitely be advantageous. Because if Reggie doesn't die in a siege fight, it's not like the kingdom invasion will go away after that. Alan and the others are bound to have to fight.

"What guarantees do you have that you can be a magician safely? Besides, being a magician was something you hated the most, wasn't it? I ran away because I didn't want to, and now I know you might die a terrible way, so I'm sure you don't want to be a magician."

I couldn't argue with that.

When I shut up, Reggie finally takes a step away and holds my hand with both hands that were grabbing her shoulders.

"Let's make a promise, Chiara. Shut up and tell me you can't be a magician."

"Don't be...?

I wasn't expecting to be banned, so I'm surprised to review Reggie's face.

Reggie didn't seem to be wrong. Nod clearly.

"Never choose a dangerous path by yourself. I'll do it instead if I have to. So I want you to promise me that you won't imitate me without my permission and that you might take away your precious friends. All right, Chiara?

Not to lose me, I forbid.

Shortly after they say that, Reggie's face in front of him is all over it.

It's the tears that run down your cheeks.

How long has it been since my nose felt tight or the heat of my eyelids that I couldn't keep my eyes open?

I've been crying all my life, but the more I realized, the more tears would overflow from next to next as I lay my face down with whimpers, because I've always wanted you to say that.

You don't have to be a magician.

You don't have to do anything dangerous on your own.

Like a normal kid, I want someone to say that and protect me.

But there was no such thing as a parent, and there was no such thing as someone who could rely carelessly.

So when I talked absurdly about how my hands seemed to get out of my throat, but my memories of my previous life teased me, I was scared that they might get away from me too, that they were getting along, and I couldn't help it.

But Reggie accepted everything.

If I was too relieved, I'd already had enough difficulty stopping the tears.

And yet Reggie says something that's going to cry more.

"If I break my promise, I'll punish you later, okay?

"Yeah......"

That's what Reggie tells me if something happens and she breaks her promise, she's angry and she won't leave.

I thought from the bottom of my heart that I really didn't want to lose someone who would promise me that.