Ex Strongest Swordsman Longs For Magic In Different World

756 Former Strongest, Confused

And then I woke up.

It was the white ceiling that was reflected in the instantaneous vision, a fluorescent lamp provided.

Nevertheless, white is not that of the hospital, nor is the fluorescent light lit.

It was a very normal, familiar morning ceiling.

And it was almost at the same time that I recognized it, and there was a loud noise in my ear.

But my hand reaches out reflexively, and the moment I tap it, the sound stops.

If I turned my gaze slightly late, it was placed on my pillow - the alarm clock pointed to the short needle pointing to the seven and the long needle pointing to the twelve.

Seven o'clock and that's why...

"... Hmm?

It was shortly after Soma groaned so and tilted her neck slightly.

A familiar voice came to my ear with the sound of the door opening.

"Mr. Soma, it's morning...... I knew you were awake. Still not worth waking up..."

If I turned my gaze to my voice, it was still the way I knew I was showing my face through the door.

but I don't recognize those clothes that are wrapped around me.

No… it was an unrecognizable combination, if to be more precise.

Then again, why is this person here?

"Hmm... Felicia, is that okay?

"Yes? Uh, all the time... I'll keep watching... but do I look like someone else?

"No, that's not what I mean..."

"... Could it be that you're sleeping down? Damn, that's unusual."

The way he said that and smiled certainly seemed to be Felicia.

But when that happens, the question only increases.

But before continuing to utter the word, Felicia turned her back on the spot.

"Sa, I saw something unusual, but if you're too relaxed, you'll be late. I know you don't have to tell me, but hurry up, Mr. Soma, will you?

"Late, is... to what, is?

"Is that it? Are you sure you're asleep? That's really unusual..."

With a decent strange face, Felicia looks back.

And.

"What do you mean, school?"

Felicia, dressed in a high school uniform she attended back in her previous life, uttered those words.

Though there were many doubts, soma, who rose for now, followed a familiar room after wearing a uniform that looked familiar on the wall.

It was also familiar to see it spread outside the room.

On the front and left, there is a hallway leading to the other rooms, and on the right there is a staircase for descending to the bottom, which is slightly helical.

Though I was a little worried about what was going on in the other room, I eventually turned to the stairs.

If you go down about ten steps, it's the front door.

Left and right each has a door, but you head left without getting lost.

My voice overflows as soon as possible, but I still don't see anyone.

If we bare the room at the end of the door and opened the half-open door, there were three familiar faces there.

"Ah, Mr. Soma, you're finally down. Things were a little strange earlier...... maybe, are you tired?

"No, it's not like that..."

Turn your gaze around as you return words to Felicia, one of them.

It was there, again, a familiar sight.

Breakfast with hot air is lined up on the horizontal cottage table to the extent that the six can sit, and morning news is on TV.

A man sitting alone reading a newspaper raised his face from the newspaper...

"... soma, good morning. Sure was a little late today."

"Right. There's nothing particularly wrong with that, but it might be a little unusual. Well, just sit down, Soma. I'll make it breakfast. Oh, and, good morning, Soma."

"... um, good morning, Father, Mother"

To the fact that it was Klaus who was there and Sophia who showed up from the kitchen, Soma exhaled herself to exhale unexplained emotions.

It's like it's appeasement, it's discouraging... well, only one thing's for sure: more questions.

But anyway, it's breakfast.

If you sit there leaking a bitter laugh at nature and where your feet are oriented without getting lost in particular, your share of breakfast will be arranged before then.

It's Felicia that's lining up.

"Hmm, sorry, Felicia."

"No, I'm a child tamer, but I'm someone who takes care of me. I'm sure I can help you with this."

"Hmm..."

Somehow new information came out again, but when we get here, it might be quicker to think about it once we're done putting out all the information.

Breakfast is over on the table while I think about that, and Felicia and my mother get to their seats, too.

When my father also folded the newspaper, everyone put their hands together almost simultaneously.

"I'll have it."

What a strange feeling that the four voices overlapped.

Though it is a word of no consequence, the only person in this life who has spoken of this was Iori, to the best of Somma's knowledge.

Yet now, as is normal, these three had spoken as well.

In contrast, even if I didn't say it was uncomfortable, I felt a little strange.

Well, given this situation, it is now where one or two weird things have increased.

"Mr. Soma? What's wrong, sir?

"No, it's nothing."

Reaching for the chopsticks, under the strange gaze of a girl who is apparently supposed to be childhood tamed.

Speaking of which, although I thought it had been a long time since I used chopsticks, it seems surprisingly something I remember.

Or maybe it's because of this unsure situation, but in any case, there's nothing wrong with it, grabbing what's ahead of you stretched.

It's a simmer in a small bowl.

The low volume is probably due to the excess of yesterday.

A well stained color indicates that.

But that means the flavor is also stained again.

If I threw it straight into my mouth, the taste spread into my mouth as expected.

But because it was as expected, Soma feels uncomfortable at the same time.

The flavor was something I knew... but it shouldn't be something I felt from Sophia's cooking.

The discomfort doesn't disappear, although I think it's something I remember unexpectedly, etc., in a corner of my head.

"Hmm..."

Ask casually how the three of them are, but naturally they don't seem to remember anything like discomfort.

It's as if it's always been that way before, continuing to eat with bickering.

To its appearance, Soma shrugs again, hmm.

"Well... I wonder what the hell this is all about"

Disputed by their bickering and the sound coming from the TV, the voice disappears without reaching anyone's ear.

Including that, Soma exhaled one breath, looking at the ceiling, which she was accustomed to seeing and should never see again.