Ex Strongest Swordsman Longs For Magic In Different World

"My life is coming back, it is!

Soma, who shouted those words, stood up on the bed.

Counting from that day on, seven days indeed.

After a week, he was finally relieved of the pain in his muscles.

Well, technically, the pain still persists, but not so much that I can't move because of the severe pain.

Then you won't mind if I say you've been freed, and that's what I mean.

In fact, Soma is going to start moving today, and there will be nothing wrong with that.

"Well, and"

Nevertheless, when I said it would work, in fact, when it comes to what Soma can do now, it's about asking someone a question.

I've already read books that exist in this mansion and are viewable by Soma, so there's nothing else I can do.

And given that there is only one such person, as of now, but the morning sun has just risen, time for study is still ahead.

If...

"In the meantime, I wonder if they'll do it on a routine basis before that."

Considering I'd just slept through a week, I'd have been pretty dull, and would be just fine to make sure I was in my current condition.

Saying so and nodding, Soma secretly left her room behind.

Camilla was walking alone as the morning sun lit up.

The place is a backyard and a place where people seldom get close, but it's not like they're doing anything naughty.

It was a combination of mood swings and exercise.

Although Camilla's main occupation is as a skill appraiser, it is because she possesses a very rare skill: a skill appraisal.

Because it is very useful, those who possess it are half forced to be skill appraisers by the state.

Well, there is no complaining about the treatment, so there will be few people who refuse even if they can say no.

Well, Camilla chose it for a reason... but Camilla is inherently one militant or the other.

I also remember axe skills and so on, and when it comes to killing time in my spare time, I move my body more often.

That's what training was all about.

And change of mood is because of another job that Camilla is currently in.

"... oh?

"... what?

As soon as he stepped straight into the woods, Camilla raised her dumb voice when she saw the unintentionally encountered figure.

As I mentioned earlier, people rarely visit this neighborhood, so I was surprised by it… Above all, because it was a person who could not have been here.

"Oh, Doctor, it's an odd encounter."

"... no, it's definitely an odd encounter... why are you here?

A body with unusual language and a smaller head minute than itself.

You can't even look at it wrong.

It was soma, arguably the culprit in some ways that Camilla is currently troubled by.

"Anything for the routine, though? Well, I've been a resident on the bed for the past week, so I've been hissing."

"What's the routine... could it be that you've been here before? I heard Sophia said not to come here..."

"Um, you did say that. Well, I don't remember snorting, and it's none of my business."

"You..."

That's reasoning, but it's strange because when they say it's so grand, it makes me feel like I'm wrong.

Well, of course not, but it's Sophia's job to talk about it.

Camilla has something to do with it...... no, could it be?

Camilla is the only one in charge of telling Soma about the current situation.

"... that's all right. It's not as dangerous as you say."

Occasionally, Camilla also looks around, but she hasn't found a single beast in the last few years.

You won't have to worry about that much.

If I say it in the first place, there is no such thing as a safe place in this world.

Sophia thought a lot about it and banned her from going out.

"Oh, no, don't come here. Didn't they tell you not to go outside before?

"Um, they did say..."

"You're not snorting, are you? Damn... you're more of a problem kid than I thought you'd hear."

But Camilla still didn't mean to sound too loud.

Just as Sophia has Sophia's idea, Camilla has Camilla's idea.

And Camilla's throwing everything at me. Currently, I guess that means you can do what Camilla thinks.

Because I think so, Camilla just shrugs her shoulders.

It's a hassle, so I don't care about details.

"Nevertheless, the people in the mansion won't be as messy as I am... and how did they get out of it?

"Normally while hiding, though?

"Sure, security isn't that tight over there..."

Still, it shouldn't be loose enough for a six-year-old to get out while normally hiding.

Apparently, it seemed necessary to reconsider Soma's assessment somewhat.

"By the way, can I talk about all that on top of what I found?

"Well, the teacher is my senior teacher. Besides... wouldn't it be a problem for a teacher to talk?

"... indeed."

Sure, you're right.

But as Camilla barely knew about Somilla, so too should Somilla barely have known about Camilla.

At least to the extent that it is not easy to make such a decision.

Should we judge this as the shallow wisdom of a child... so much so that Camilla denies, no.

There's no doubt that this is for some reason.

Though a child, if you look into its eyes, you can see the extent of it.

Apparently it was really, really going to need to be reassessed.

"By the way, I'm thinking about doing a little workout... you coming too?

Camilla invited Soma that way, partly because she wanted to observe Soma, but also because she had a stick with her right hand in her eyes.

Because I realized by instinct and empirical things that I didn't just have in play.

Until earlier, you might have thought it was your fault... but now Camilla can't be so wrong.

"Hmm... is that okay?

Well, I'm interested in your routine, too.

Don't hesitate, then, to Soma, who replied, etc., Camilla lifts the edge of her mouth small.

The words I have just spoken are true.

Every time I exchange words, this child inspires Camilla's curiosity.

Is that the illusion that makes a child-specific sense of omnipotence... or is it not?

Various things overlapped and I was beginning to regret lightly that I undertook tutoring... but it seemed more fun than I thought.

That's what Camilla thinks... and about thirty minutes later.

Camilla was staring up at the blue sky, bewildered.