The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

75 After Days: Hands Don'T Have To Fit.

Today was the day and the day I was never chased.

My task is primarily to supervise and advise. Review the compiled report to see if there are any problems and advise if necessary.

But Yuffi told me not to do much except ask for advice. Let me think in the field first, and if there's still nothing I can do about it, I'll be counted on.

If it were to be resolved with my advice, how could I have made such an idea? From what point of view did you see that advice come out? You think it's training to develop that kind of imagination?

"But I'm inspired, too."

Now that magic has spread and is settling in. It's this country that's why the idea is starting to pop up. It would be Halfis walking at the head of it.

Halphis' attempt to make fundamental improvements in magic and build a new generic technology system brings to mind images like programmers where they say they are in previous life.

Updating and pioneering a technological system called magic. True, Halfis is one of those people who has been taught by me and is running through the cutting edge of the era. I hear she's busy every day because of that and she's about to turn her eyes.

I think it's good to have such a full life. I envy you just a little.

Well, I had nothing to do, so I was walking around the royal castle.

The maids and knights in the royal palace laugh at me casually and give me a thank you. My odd eye for me has completely diminished already. I don't think it's because I haven't been making noisy noises lately either.

I think the influence of working hastily within the Royal Castle to spread magic in the Ministry of Defense remains. It can be a bit unsettling for everyone to favor it.

I was not comfortable with the favorable gaze and correspondence, and came to a lesser spot in the royal castle to avoid the eyes.

"Ah."

"... Mm"

I turned my eyes round to the ancestors who were there. And it got awkward at the same time.

The customer also has my eyes on me and what a subtle look.

"... Am I interrupting, son of Count Voltaire"

"I don't mind Lang. Her Highness Sister Wang."

Lang Voltaire, a former Ministry of Magic elite who hated each other so much. Although he has now moved to the Ministry of the Spirit, its size had also been forced to shrink due to the division of roles.

At the same time, his influence on politics was greatly reduced, which made him totally grown up. Even now, a short time ago, Lang was on the top of the Buddha, with a mixed grin of hostility.

... It's also kind of awkward to walk away. We can't say anything to each other, only silence spreads.

"... turned into a ministry of spirits, how about it?

Then I asked Lang that, unable to bear the silence.

I don't hear a lot of rumors about the Spirit Ministry. I can't even see the movement. Every day, people say they are busy praying to the Spirit and compiling material from the past, so the topic doesn't come up prominently.

Lang turns the gaze he was deviating from, just to the side. But it was also out of sight in an instant.

"I am surprised that Her Royal Highness Sister Wang is interested in the Ministry of the Spirit."

"That's what I said.... I'm just wondering what the air is because I'm not directly involved."

"He's a generous man. He said he could care about the fate of those of us who once despised you..."

I feel like I haven't seen a mocking, his-like grin in a long time. But it looks more like it's aimed at me than at me.

"I didn't know you were doing something to be despised... now, I think"

To my grunt, Lang came again at the gaze he had deviated from. Now it was my turn to get out of sight.

"Because I couldn't afford it either. This is how I can calmly talk to you now, but I don't think I was the one with the nose a while ago. Honestly, it's not like I don't have anywhere to think about it."

…………

"Sorry, you're having trouble reacting."

"... no"

I could see Lang shaking his neck left or right at the edge of his sight. Only silence passes without being able to leave the scene even though we remain out of sight of each other.

"... Did you propose the Ministry of the Spirit out of pity for us?

"No, I can't say. Because I also found the truth about the Spirit Contract to be a drama drug. And the effect of publishing it. … so I can't say I don't feel sorry for you"

"... Really?"

"But it's also true that I want to take care of culture. It's not my intention to lose what I've been piling up. Because it is definitely prayer and faith that has supported this country in its magic so far. But the only thing that makes me stick to it is... I think I'm scared"

What if I wasn't here and the truth about the Spirit covenant wasn't revealed? I wonder what the hell was going on in the Kingdom of Palettia. Maybe he was repeating the tragedy of the first king.

I think it's important to believe and think. But I'm afraid to keep moving forward without being sure of anything. There may be a pit ahead.

"... I think I was scared"

"... are you scared?

"I can't really use magic. It's something I can't handle for the rest of my life. Still couldn't give up. That's all I was in a hurry for."

So much so that I think that's what I was born for. I can't erase this longing for magic.

So there was no way to admit the fact that I couldn't reach it. Fortunately, I had the knowledge to stay. That's why I kept running.

"If I had accepted the idea of the Ministry of Magic at the time, my heart would have died. I'm sure he was apathetic. It doesn't make sense to be alive, it doesn't have the role you were asked for. Then... I guess it's no different than being dead."

I didn't want to die. I don't want to die pointless. I couldn't stay dead, even though there was an ideal that was going to be within reach.

I didn't want to kill my heart, I turned away from what I tried to break my heart, turned away, and just stuck it in my shell. Only until it becomes a mask that sticks to itself.

"... what did I tell you about it? Was it unpleasant?"

"... it's certainly a story that afflicts both understanding and empathy. But..."

……

"I think I should have understood sooner that you were suffering than I was suffering right now."

I turned my eyes round to Lang's reply. I can't believe he said that.

"It would be now. But now you think so. Still, I can't change the past. My fundamental, this idea is unwavering, too. … I still have no doubt about magic"

"... yeah"

"But to speak of that question… I, too, am still poorly understood. In that sense, we thank you for establishing the Ministry of the Spirit."

"... I can't believe Lang thanked me. I couldn't think about it."

"That's not why I accepted all the ideas of magic"

Lang looks at me, but I can't feel the enemies I had before in those eyes.

I just don't know how to deal with it, like I'm lost. I feel such a quiet rejection.

"Don't accept it, I think it's good"

……

"I also have that idea. Yes, I hope you admit it. That's all I need. Neither do I see magic as absolute. Because people are wrong creatures."

"Wrong, is it..."

"Yeah. No matter how hard you try, think, and desperately give an answer, you might go in the wrong direction. The world may not accept it. I really don't think that's possible."

I keep giving Lang one hand to ask him to shake his hand.

Lang opens his eyes to gnaw and stares alternately at my hand and face.

"At that time, I wish someone would stop me, forgive me for my mistakes, and correct me. That's why I want everyone to smile. People can share. I want it to be happier than unhappiness. To Lang, of course."

People may be able to live alone. But it will be richer for both of us to live alone than to live alone.

Even if we can't understand each other, we can live in the same world. Even if we just don't get involved with each other, I want the world to look happy in each one of us.

Even if that's an unfulfilled picture. I don't want to think it was a mistake until I had that wish.

"... that was an interesting story. Now, if you'll excuse me for this. Her Highness Sister Wang."

Lang looked at my hand jiggly but turned his back without taking my hand.

I knew it was rejected. Distance opens with him completely turned his back. As it shows that this is the distance between him and me right now.

I was dropping off Lang's back leaving like that. Until I can't see that back, just all the time.

"You're round, too, Lang"

"... Miguel? Peeping is a bad hobby."

It was Miguel who showed himself beside Lang at a distance out of Anisphere's sight. I have a smile that I don't know what I'm thinking the same way.

To Miguel's appearance like that, Lang puts his shoulders up and down in a daze and exhales and shows them. Miguel asks to slap him lightly, grinning deeper at how Lang looks like that.

"How'd it go? Why don't you talk to your current Royal Highness King Anisphere?

"Hi, nothing.... a difficult person to empathize with and understand. Line up your valves like a wise man as you speak your dreams like a child. … so much so that I think I'm poisoned that I'm finding profit there."

"It's poisoned, hey. Isn't that the proof you walked away from?

"... now"

"I don't know if there's anything better now. If you want to start over."

"It's easy for me to say..."

"It's another HR!

Lang waves so depressingly that he can pay off Miguel. Miguel avoids it by taking a distance.

Chip, and Lang's tongue hits zero. I snort all the same about saying I'm an abominable man.

"I'm sorry.... but I mean it? You're still young. You're not the same parent who's gonna make a big deal out of it with no more, are you?

"... it's none of your business"

"Not directly. Just because I'm Her Majesty's loyal servant? Thought I'd behave like a loyalist?

"... Still don't like magic. I just think that dulls my faith in the Spirit. If you say, for example, that even if the Spirit has no will, it reflects his own heart. Can't say that no one thinks it's better to just use it by spreading magic?

"If magic becomes just technology, nobility's absoluteness will be lost, eh?

"... yes"

"Right. If magic, which can also be used by the civilian population, would be inevitable. A man with" good thoughts of men "like His Royal Highness the King of Anisphere would be good. But His Royal Highness the King of Anisphere is not eternal."

Anisphere has also defended its dangers because it has shown the most convenience in magic. And you look like Miguel, even as you're afraid.

That is why drama drugs and anispheres are recognised by everyone. That's all there is to it. Even Uphilia, who is so close to Anisphere, has a verse that is cautious when it comes to its dangers.

That's why now Anisphere is also a step from magic, a distance away. Rapid developments create distortions. Now is the time to incorporate the revolutionary ideas generated by Anisphere.

For those who are inclined to the magic of the Anisphere, and for those who should be alarmed.

"... History tells, or"

"Right. Manage past tragedies and mistakes not to be repeated in the future. That's one of your jobs, isn't it? Lang."

"... Hmm. I always thought I didn't like it."

I don't even want to be liked.

Lang only tongues Miguel laughing at Kerakera again and goes down the road to the Spirit Ministry.

Miguel loosens his mouth as he drops off his back.

"I wonder what will happen to this country from now on. We do not entrust it to the king alone, we do not merely attach it to faith. Thoughts, worries, each one chooses. Is that the beginning of innovation or just the opening of the chaos lid?"

No one knows that yet. It will be the work of future generations to speak of the merits of those who live today.

I just hope it's fun. And it would be nice if it was easier to work. Miguel thought so, moving in a different direction from Lang.