Yomigaeri no Maou

Solange walked in and greeted him with a plentiful man who seemed to be the head of the Baron's family and a nervous boy who seemed to be his son.

You're as aristocratic as I pictured you, and when I saw those two, I instantly thought Solange, but that impression betrays me in a good way the next moment.

The plentiful man looks at Solange,

"Ooh, ooh! Are you a veteran adventurer who came from the Adventurers Union (Guild)?!? I expected you to be a man, but I never thought you were a beautiful woman!

Its voice, which echoes from the bottom of its belly, seems to correctly reflect its large body.

Deep bus.

Solange knew what kind of person could wear the sound of that voice that evoked trust.

Perhaps this man has been out on the battlefield more than once, leading an army.

Solange answers the man.

"Beautiful etc...... I no longer have more than forty. Because there is no such thing as beauty that you can say..."

It was basically a solange who had lived a way that allowed the bystanders to go on the ground, but it wasn't even smart enough to execute it to their aristocratic opponents on boulders.

As shapely as talking is before breakfast.

I should also say that the manipulation is a work of the year, I wear it to such an extent that it is not disrespectful.

Seeing such a solange, the man in our Lord seems impressed,

"An adventurer would have been more... crude... but this surprised me. Even adventurers wear meticulous care when they're women."

And be smart enough to have some knowledge of the race that says adventurer.

I thought I'd ask if there was anything involved, but now I think it would be more about a request than a public discourse, and I stopped doing that.

"No, nothing like that. By the way, I hadn't named him yet. I have received this request from the Adventurers' Union (Guild), Solange."

"You haven't had this one either. I am Baron Froissar, the head of the family, Gaspar-Froissar. And this time, I want Lord Solange to work out for my son..."

That's what Gaspar pointed out. The eyeglass boy came forward,

"... Reeve"

I said a word.

Thoroughly I don't feel affectionate, but, well, Solange gives up that this is what it would be like to say a aristocratic child.

"Dear Reeve. Best regards,"

"... ah"

But to Reeve's reaction like that, Gas Pearl,

"This, Reeve. That's a little more loving..."

And I reprimanded him, but the Reeve of the day,

"I didn't ask you to call an adventurer!

So I left the spot, and I went somewhere.

With Solange standing there unspeakably, a gas pearl with a sorry face,

"No... that my son is rude. I'm sorry."

I started to say, so Solange shook his head.

I don't like nobles, but I can tell by talking a little bit about people's good and bad.

Gas Pearl is not a bad person, he only looks like a father burning his hands at my poor son, and the behavior of a child who said so is not necessarily a parental responsibility.

Sometimes it's hard to raise a child and act like you thought you raised him with a firm love but sometimes you didn't expect him to.

That's what Solange knew, so I didn't think it would be like getting an apology to Gaspar.

"No... I don't know a few of you, but at about the age of Master Reeve, it's a difficult time of sorts... It's not like Gaspard's going to apologize."

"That would make it easier for you to say that. But...... this appearance made me feel a little sorry to ask Lord Solange for this request. You can treat your request as an achievement, so if you don't like it, you can say no, okay?

Gaspar saw how his own son was and made such a concession to Solange.

It certainly doesn't seem very compatible with how Reeve is doing right now, but Solange didn't feel much of a problem.

Because I've figured out a few things in my current interactions, and I thought if I attacked them from around there, I might be able to figure it out.

That's why Solange says.

"It is my pride as an adventurer to accomplish whatever the request I receive once. If you can, can you leave it to me?

"Hmm...... but aren't you offended by such son opponents as a teacher?

"It may be disrespectful to say this to the son of a nobleman... but to say a child of those years is by and large a thing. If you're uncomfortable with something like that, you can't even deal with it."

That's what I said and laughed.

Then Gas Pearl laughed all the time,

"I see you're going to be a good teacher. So, can you do me a favor? If you need anything, please tell our family order. Even if it is out of your control, you will still pay the asking fee..."

That being said, Gaspar indicated one elderly butler.

I guess that means he's a family order.

Solange nodded,

"I understand. You'll be in trouble for a while from today."

That's what I said and bowed my head.

This request was a dialogue because we are being asked to live in.

Finally, Gaspar added:

"Oh, and you can treat your son in a more shattered tone. I don't think it's appropriate for a teacher to use respectful language."

As for Solange, I could have done either, but I'm pretty sure it's easier not to use salutations or anything.

I decided to thank you for that word.

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What Solange wanted was to teach Reeve that skill as a magician.

Of course, it does not mean that you should teach them to the secrets, but that you should acquire the basics to the extent that you can stand alone as a magician.

Mages usually have a lot of secrets.

Because the more powerful magicians you become, the more secret that technology is.

Few people teach the skills they said so to be limited to their beloved disciples and fruitful children, and only the basics otherwise.

But Solange wasn't obsessed with what he said otherwise.

I don't want to teach you to catch anything younger and take over my skills, etc., but I taught you my skills if you were asked for them and received the corresponding consideration.

Of course, I had yet to encounter a presence that would accept all of Solange, because I could not acquire anyone who could not be worn no matter how politely I taught them without talent.

Unsurprisingly, however, the boy in front of him showed a talent that could take all of that solange.

Reeve saw Solange yesterday and ran away.

So I felt like I was never going to say Solange as a mentor, so I thought I had to do something from there first, but Reeve unexpectedly, came to the mansion garden at the time he was told, and bowed his head to Solange.

"It was bad yesterday. You're not bad at all, but you behaved badly..."

And because of what I say to the special victory, I am sure that this boy is originally of this character and that what happened yesterday is for some reason.

And somehow, I understood why.

He was acting like he was hitting his father.

Obviously, there's something there.

But that day, as requested, I decided to teach witchcraft, without particularly stepping in there.

To begin with, I asked Reeve to show off the magic he could use and the technology that accompanied it to figure out what he could do first, but he could only do one thing.

It was an extremely simple sorcery called fireball (Fireball).

That's the basics in the basics that anyone who learns magic can use.

There's nothing I can do about it because I could use this.

That's kind of magic.

Though Solange saw the boy's magic and was amazed.

It is often said that what matters for witchcraft is its constitutive power.

How to shed magic and assemble witchcraft.

When you run out of it.

It is said that the more skillful the configuration, the less magic consumption, and more power.

However, the general magician's composition doesn't make that much of a difference.

At best, if it is the magic of fireballs (fireballs) of an average size of about 30 cm, activated by what is said to be a good composition, it will be about 32 or 3 cm, to the extent that the magic consumption is reduced by about 5%.

But the fireball (Fire Ball) created by that boy standing in front of Solange was first of all of a different size.

Keep an eye on him, he'll be over a meter, maybe nearly two meters.

Besides, the magic consumption is about half that of a magician using a regular fireball.

This is talented, nowhere.

Close to genius.

"You... who taught you that?

It would also be natural for Solange to have heard that.

Magic occupies a large part of the theory.

How deeply you understood and how much you perceived.

By doing so, magicians will be able to handle greater sorcery.

But the boy says.

…… To no one. I remember this when I saw my father use it. So this is all I can use. "

Solange was surprised by the answer.

Make all this without anyone telling you.

To the boy's talent.

And I thought.

"... at all. You look like a worthy kid."

Reeve is a little frightened by Solange, who finally laughed with a face close to the vegetables.

However, he found out that it was not from malice, so he asked Solange.

"Hey."

"What?

"What's this about me... is it awesome?

That question shows that he doesn't understand what he's doing.

Solange wondered if that should be explained.

Tell me honestly, because I suddenly have trouble being a Tengu.

Solange can do the same thing, so he can deal with it in that case, but if he can, he wants you to learn honestly.

So, Solange told Reeve.

"You're quite talented. Well, not yet compared to me."

That said, I made a bigger fireball than Reeve to show it and laugh at it.

Then Reeve let his eyes shine,

"I knew a real adventurer was different! Awesome......!

I said, so I'm relieved that Solange has deceived me well.

But soon after that, Reeve said, when he got a depressed complexion, he was pompous.

"... I wanted to be an adventurer too..."

Like that.

Adventurers, etc., can be easier if you want to be.

I don't know if I can perform there, but it's easy as long as I reach the year provision.

That's what Solange says.

"You can be if you want to be. In a few years, you'll be fine, right?

and.

There is no stranger in the aristocracy who does adventurers wearing two-legged twitches.

I thought I should be like that.

But Reeve shakes his head.

"... no. My father won't admit it..."

Say so.

I see. Is that why you were bumping your anger against your father yesterday?

And, Solange pins.

Well, that would be a good story.

Nobility is what the eldest son succeeds.

It's only natural that the eldest can't easily admit that he wants to be an adventurer.

I guess Reeve told his father too.

He wants to be an adventurer.

But they denied it or did something.

But let Solange say it, and it shall be until then, if he shall give up.

By adventurer I mean mountain master after all, and going for it is foolish in a way.

It's normal that they're not, such as parents who want to make it that way.

Not to mention if that parent is noble.

"Well, then you give up."

It's been a terribly cold way of putting it, but I can't say anything else.

Reeve lay down his face disappointed by Solange's dialogue and nodded.

Solange then began to teach Reeve the foundations of witchcraft.

Surprisingly, Reeve didn't get out of training for being depressed and worked hard.

Solange looks at it, thinks.

"Father..."

For myself without a father, I don't know what that is, but I have a stepmother.

It would be hard for parents to deny me a dream without a head.

But gas pearls don't look that type.

I thought it might have been intentional.