Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

I look up and rub my eyes.

There was a saliva on my cheek. Apparently he was lying asleep poking at his desk.

Have you lost consciousness while reading the book again?

It's unhealthy, but no one can blame me for it.

I already had no mother by the time I got my mind on it, and my father was stabbed to death with a knife when I was little.

My grandfather, who took me from him, died of aging last year, so now he lives alone.

My father was a known magician there in the industry and a travel freak.

I couldn't leave my kids and go abroad on my own and buy souvenirs that didn't make sense and try to get in my mood. He was my father.

"I'm a real magician! 'That was my father's decision dialogue at work.

He used to trick Sakura into holding a knife and letting himself stab him as part of the performance, but one of the guests who was excited to see it hung up on his father with his own knife.

Then he is unconscious and light.

When I was a little girl, I believed my father was a real magician, so I believed it was something to come back from somewhere someday.

I said, "When's Dad coming home? 'Then Grandpa narrowed his eyes in silence and caressed my head.

Now that I think about it, I guess I was pitied.

I look at the cover of a book I was about to read.

"Medieval Black Magic Daiichi"

I hate to admit it, but it's definitely because of my father's souvenir that I've become interested in this frigid thing in my hand.

Not just this dubious book, but lots of frigid black magic kits in my house.

There's no magic, but I wish there was, for God's sake, I'm seventeen years old now.

Though I used to do it with the kid I tend to dream of, now the public has totally called me a medium two disease.

There is no such thing as school classes or talking to each other, and even rare insects are seen and alienated with the kind of eyes they see.

I can call him an acquaintance about the face of the Black Magic Research Department, but his senior mountain retired to study for the exam, and now he's only got two juniors - Yi and me.

I mean, you're practically the only person I'm talking to. Lonely.

Therefore, in accordance with school regulations, if no prospective entrants show up next year, our Black Magic Research Department will be cleared and abandoned. Evil perishes.

The Black Magic Research Department is my only place.

We have to protect it at all costs.

It's time for a proper meeting on how to solicit new students.

If there was one black magic kit I bought online that I could call real, there would be people in my department who wanted to join. No, I know there can't be such a thing.

It was after school that the incident occurred.

"... no more, we thought we'd quit this club."

After school, the junior I trusted just slapped me on the exit notice.

Now that I think about it, it must have been a miracle that you're beautiful, well hit, and basically want to be a commonsense person - that you've been in this freak ministry so far.

But even so, given the current state of the department, it is not easily convincing.

In the meantime, I wanted to negotiate with you to leave me alone for the rest of the day or, if that's not the case, for the number of people.

But Yi didn't even have an island to take on.

When this one tried to recover from the upset and move on, it was after he had already left the room.

I managed to catch up in front of the school gate, but I still couldn't properly discuss it there.

In the awkward air, Yi suddenly walks out of me and tries to cross the crosswalk.

The signal was red.

Maybe he was distracted by me and didn't realize the signal had changed.

Bad fold, a big truck was just about to pass.

When I realized, I was popping up.

Strong impact on the body, dimming vision.

Hot. Hot all over the body.

I manage to open my eyes, but my vision blurs badly.

My brain seemed to be wasting more than my eyes.

The neighborhood starts making noise. I was annoyed and thinking like any other HR.

Someone's holding me.

"- Yah, yah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Because of us, this..."

Interrupted, I hear junior voices.

Good. Did he help you?

If you jump in and both die, you're not dressed.

Few people would be sadder that I, the shady one, died than the popular one at school.

Fortunately, it's a strange story, but I don't have any flesh parents either. Hardly even acquaintances.

Even the heartbreaker said that the investigation into the history of alchemy, which had recently been elaborate, was halfway through, and that the "Dragon Claw" taken from overseas online was supposed to arrive today. It makes me sad.

Future dreams, nothing.

Such thoughts at the end, my consciousness was interrupted.