The magician in black robes collapsed onto the ground.
In my previous life, I had killed many people, like bandits and thieves, but this was the first time in this life.
I didn’t feel sick or anything.
I was in my usual state.
It’s not that I’m a strange guy; it’s just that I’ve gotten used to it from my previous life.
As proof of that, the first time I killed someone in my past life, I threw up miserably.
Humans can get used to anything.
“Now then…”
I killed the magician and rescued the second princess.
It was fun fighting a magician for the first time in this life… but I may have gotten a bit too excited.
If I remember correctly, Frill said my father would be arriving later, so I want to hand things over as quickly as possible.
While fighting is fun, the cleanup afterward is a hassle.
Especially when it comes to handling the second princess.
I’d rather avoid being beheaded for displeasing the king.
As I was thinking about this, my senses, which I had expanded as a precaution, picked up on a presence.
Someone was approaching at a speed comparable to my full sprint.
It was likely my father.
A man bathed in moonlight lightly jumped onto the roof where I stood.
“Kraze. What about Lady Clara?”
“She’s alive. Most likely, that magician put her to sleep with magic.”
When I rescued her from the magician in black robes, I could feel her heartbeat against my arm.
Even now, her chest rises and falls.
I can’t tell if she’s asleep or in a coma, but she’s definitely alive.
“That’s a relief.”
My father approached the second princess, who was lying down, and began checking her condition.
“Breathing… pulse… body temperature… all normal. It was likely a sleep-inducing magic called ‘Sleep Mist’—yes, she’s fine. It’s just like being in a state of sleep.”
Biomanipulation magic… as the name suggests, it manipulates the human body through magic.
Healing wounds is called “Healing.”
Enhancing natural recovery is called “Accelerated Healing.”
Strengthening the body is “Physical Enhancement.”
Improving vision is “Farsight.”
Enhancing hearing is “Auditory Expansion.”
And there are many more types of magic.
The “Sleep Mist” spell used on the second princess is also a form of biomanipulation magic.
“Father, what happens next?”
“Hmm, let’s see…”
While thinking, my father glanced at the dead magician I had killed.
“What do you want to happen, Kraze?”
“… I want to avoid any unnecessary trouble.”
“Understood. How about this… Since you can use battle aura, you chased after the magician who kidnapped the second princess. I then followed you and killed the magician when they showed up. How does that sound? It would take the credit from you, but it avoids complications.”
Since I made an impossible move earlier, it’s already known that I can use battle aura.
There’s no helping that.
But the only one who knows I killed the magician in black is my father.
If word gets out that I killed the magician and rescued the second princess, it could lead to all sorts of trouble.
I’m known as someone who can’t use magic.
I don’t know exactly how things would play out, but it would definitely be a hassle.
“Then please, let’s go with that.”
“Are you sure? This is quite the achievement for you.”
“Yes. I’m not interested in fame or recognition.”
“Haha, that’s very like you, Kraze. Alright, I’ll make sure it goes as you wish.”
My father burned the magician’s corpse with fire magic.
It was probably to eliminate any evidence that I had killed him.
“Shall we return?”
“Yes.”
My father gently lifted the still-unconscious second princess.
I cloaked myself in battle aura and ran across the rooftops, while my father used the power of the wind to move swiftly alongside me.
With that, the commotion was over… No, wait, I wonder how things turned out at the venue.
Well, judging by what I saw earlier, the guards and noble magicians seemed strong enough to handle things, so it’s likely all over by now.
As we approached the venue, I couldn’t hear the sounds of battle.
Thinking the fight had probably ended, I followed my father through the broken window.
“Eek!”
A young lady near where we landed nearly screamed but held it in when she realized I wasn’t the black-robed magician.
It seemed the place had already been cleaned up, as all the black-robed magicians were lying on the ground.
No one appeared to be injured.
The royal family was safe, and so were my mother and brother.
“I have rescued Lady Clara, the second princess.”
Without paying attention to the stares, my father walked over to the king, still holding the second princess.
“She is currently asleep due to the magic of the magician who kidnapped her, but there are no issues. The spell used is likely ‘Sleep Mist.'”
While attention was on my father, I quietly returned to my mother and brother.
I’ll let my father handle the rest of the formalities with the king and the other guards.
“Kraze…! You’re not hurt, are you?”
“Of course not.”
My mother crouched down and began patting my body all over.
Since we were in a corner of the venue, no other nobles were paying attention to us.
“Kraze.”
“What is it, Brother?”
“Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
By “do it,” he meant “kill.”
Unfortunately, after eight years, I’ve grown accustomed to understanding what my brother means.
“Wow… Kraze, you’re incredible. I couldn’t act like you did.”
“It was just a coincidence.”
“No, it wasn’t. You’ve got courage, while I still lack it.”
He’s not wrong.
I have courage because of my past life.
On top of that, I’ve had quite a bit of experience as an adventurer.
So, it’s not that my brother lacks courage—it’s just that I’m the one who’s abnormal.
In terms of ability alone, I’m sure my brother could have beaten the black-robed magician.
Although there are differences between training and real combat, if it were just based on skill, my brother could have killed him too.
“Well, you’re only ten years old, Brother.”
“Haha, I’d rather not hear that from you when you’re only eight, Kraze.”
“True…”
Now that I think about it, chasing after and killing the magician who kidnapped the second princess at the age of eight might indeed be abnormal, even more than I had imagined.
…My past life is making it hard to remember what’s normal for an eight-year-old.
What was I doing when I was eight in my past life?
I don’t remember much, but I was probably obeying my father to avoid getting beaten.
He really was a piece of trash.
As I reflected on these things, I suddenly remembered the genius lady.
I thought she had been near that pig of a man… but she was walking back from the restroom.
Had she gone to the bathroom again?
As I wondered, the genius lady and I made eye contact.
Her usual empty eyes…
… now showed a faint light of interest.
Her mouth moved.
“I have business with you. Come with me.”
“…!”
I couldn’t help but widen my eyes.
Even though we were quite a distance apart, I could hear her voice in sync with the movement of her lips.
It seems the genius lady manipulated the air to transmit her voice directly to my eardrums.
This is ridiculously advanced magic.
She might be even more remarkable than the rumors say.
So, “I have business with you. Come with me,” huh…
What could she possibly want with me?
