Abel!　There's a gap!

　You've got to do something about that habit of moving out loud first.
　I show him my arm lightly playing with the spine of the book.

　Hmm. Wait a minute.

"Ted. Did you just say my name?

'Haha!　Even the quintessential me can learn after a few days of playing together!

　There's something about a little growth that makes me smile, child.

　I was almost sentimental about it, but when I thought about it calmly, I wondered if it wasn't something that surprised me.

　At least a normal kid can remember his name easily.

　It's just that the bonbon nobleman (younger brother) has a bottomless pitiful memory.

We're future prefects, so we've got to remember our names!

　If that future holds, by all means, forget my name.

　Well, well.
　In the past few days, I've learned something from observing Ted.

　Although Ted is good at fire-attributed magic and possesses the Burning Eye, his true talent for attribute-based magic is unfortunately not as good as it could be.

　Originally, the attribute magic, it's important to have the intelligence to understand, apply and expand complex magic syntax in an instant.

　It seems that it was a bit of a burden for a simple person like Ted.

　But instead, Ted had a body-enhancing magic 'in its own right'.

　Unlike attribute magic, this one's magic does not require logical thinking, but 'sensory wild intuition'.

　For better or worse, it was probably a good fit for Ted, who had a simple thought process.

'Torya!'

　Ted's fist came straight up.

　I see.
　It looks like you've raised your arm somewhat in the past few days.

　However, in the world two hundred years ago where I was from, this level of movement was possible for anyone, regardless of age.

　It was only at the level where 'not at all talkable' became 'somewhat better'.

　I catch my arm with one hand and, as it is, I pay off my leg.

''Too late. That kind of attack will stop the flies.''

Ew!



　He screamed like a toad and Ted rolled a few feet away.

'What's the matter, do you want to give up now?'

　I gave him a provocative huff, and Ted said, "d*mn! And then he got up with an interrupted voice.

　It was shortly after that that something strange happened.

'Whoops!'

Hey, hey, hey. ......

　It was a disaster to get up so vigorously.　
　Ted slipped in the snow on the roof and fell to the back door side.

　Uh-oh.
　Worst of all, he fell on the cobblestones.

　Well, the only thing I get from Ted is the strength to get hit.
　I'm sure he wouldn't die from something like this.

"Hey! ......!　Ouch. ......!

　Ted is screaming unvoiced.
　Large tears continue to flow from his eyes.

　I see.
　Apparently, he broke his leg just as he landed.

　What the hell.
　It's a good thing he only broke his leg.

　In the old world, broken bones were an everyday occurrence.
　It's a good thing that you're not going to have to worry about repairing the damage to your organs, but it's relatively easy if it's only a matter of piecing the bones together with magic.

'Don't scream. You're a man.

　However, Ted is a child, too.
　I guess it's impossible to ask him to endure the pain of a broken bone.

　There was no denying the fact that I was partly responsible for Ted's injury.

　It's not a good idea.
　I'm not very good at recovery magic, but if this is the extent of his injuries, I should be able to heal him...

Ted!　Are you okay!

　Barth came running in, looking flustered.



Hold on!　I'll cast a recovery spell on you now!

　Oh, wow.
　This guy isn't even a magician of the [Ash-Eye], yet he can use the recovery magic?

　Barth invoked the rudiments of recovery magic, healing (heal).

　This, I might have underestimated it a bit.
　Depending on the content of the sorcery, I'd evaluate Barth's abilities and say .......

'Oh, what the hell are you ....... What the hell are you doing?

'Is recovery magic so rare?　I can't concentrate, so I need you to be a little quiet!

　This was a bad idea.

　Recovery magic is similar to a building block in terms of imagery.
　It's easy to understand if you think of it as the more advanced recovery magic, the smaller the wooden planks to be piled up. It's such a delicate sorcery.
　
　And normally, when you pile up blocks, you put the larger ones underneath so that they don't fall apart.
　
　But this guy's witchcraft is, shall we say, a rush job, as if he put a large piece of wood on top of a small piece of wood and glued it together.
　
　Wow. .......
　I can't watch this anymore. ......

　This guy doesn't really like his brother, does he?

　If you connect them together like that, you're going to have a lot of trouble with your nerves rubbing against each other.

'Ughhhhhh!

'You okay?　It hurts a little, but you have to be patient!

　
　I feel sorry for the quirky guy, too.
　After receiving a shoddy recovery spell from his blood brother, Ted ended up passing out with his eyes white.

''Hey. The cure is good, so you'd better get him to the infirmary as soon as possible.

　The bonbon nobleman (my brother) has raised the bar for treatment a bit, but with proper treatment now, he should be able to recover adequately.

'Wait a minute. Before that, boy.

What the f*ck?

　We need to get Ted to sickbay now.
　I mean, your shoddy recovery magic is going to be a corrupting offensive spell.

How did this happen?



I was playing with him and he fell.

You sure you didn't just drop it?

Hmm?

I saw that. I just saw you sweep Ted off his feet.

You've seen it, you know what happens next. Then, when Ted tries to get up...

"You're Master Ted!

　Good grief. What is this bonny aristocrat (brother) saying from ...... earlier?

　Don't bother with details like that in this situation.
　

"You're a commoner. Ted is a nobleman. You're a commoner, Ted, and no matter how young you are, you're the rightful second son of House Langobalt.

'Erm, ....... So?

What's the attitude?

'Commoner or nobleman, it doesn't really matter now, does it? We need to get Ted to a place where he can settle down quickly.

Does it matter?

　Barth quietly clenched his fists.
　He was clearly shooting hostility at me.

'A redneck 'inferiority complex'!　Let's make them regret their disrespect to the nobles!

　Barth threw something at me.
　I was a little familiar with the act. It's the old, old, old way.

'Duel!　You disgraced a nobleman. I'm sorry, but I don't tolerate rude people!

　Yup.
　Somehow I had a feeling that it was going to turn out that way, but...

　However, the situation is getting more and more complicated due to the intervention of a bonbon aristocrat (brother) who doesn't read the atmosphere.