Beginning with disqualification, the Growing Magic Guide Road! - Spell Development Sometimes War Jou

The Viscount's younger brother, Arcs Laceft, had a funny dream that night.

It's the life of one man. It belongs to a man born into a mediocre family in a completely different world than this one in which Arcs lives. It is a common life like everywhere, spending teens and early twenties on schooling and dying in mundane accidents.

Can I just say that Arcs experienced it?

Touch history and culture learned at a man's world school.

Know the existence of science, a technology too far from this world.

Win an award at the tournament.

Interact with friends.

And I made a lover.

Despite the fact that the dreams I always dream of are orbitless and ambiguous, the dreams were very realistic and too clear to call them dreams.

Yet it was like the reverse version of the dream ochi we say in the man's world or The Dream of the Walnut, which was in the discipline of the man's world.

Maybe, in fact, there was no such thing as Arcs in the first place, and it was also conceived that this Arcs awakening was a dream that the man in the accident was actually having.

Not so long ago, the dream was long and had a huge impact on Arcs.

Wake up and wake up, so much so that the Laceft family's bed mistakenly assumes that the man was the bed he slept in every day.

No, I already had a sense in Arcs that I was being pulled by a man, quite a bit of myself.

People's personality is said to be shaped by previous experience, but despite Arcs' age of six, he now acquires, like a man, mature adult thought.

More importantly, when you think of her as the feather of a man dying at the moment of marriage, there comes nature and tears. As if it were about me. The fact that Arcs has assimilated himself to a man is beyond doubt.

During the day, sometimes because of it, various factors overlapped and caused terrible fever. His temperature went up, and the more he got the equivalent of a man suffering from a disease called flu, the more Arcs fell ill.

When Arcs was sleeping in bed, a man and a woman dressed differently than their servants came to visit.

A man with silver hair and a woman with common brown hair in this world. Of course, Arcs knew those two very well.

It's Joshua Laceft and Selina Laceft, Arcs' parents.

"Father... Mother..."

Arcs calls on his parents, who split the blood, while being floated by the fever.

Like I wish you could help me.

But the next moment, the look on the faces of the two people peering into Arcs' faces became badly distorted.

"... you're a child"

"... right"

It was as if even a worm crawling through the ground had seen it.

It had to be too cold to be directed at me by my parents.

So, Arcs recalls.

- That's right. Arcs (I) had a low magic talent and was removed from the trail some time ago.

Arcs Laceft, six years old.

The story of his upbringing begins on this day when he gets the memory of a man.