The Prodigy Sefiria's Overpowering Program

I immediately wake up the body that was falling asleep to throw and turn to the sister in the neighborhood who was talking to your mother.

Mothers seemed a little surprised by that reaction.

I, too, was just as flirtatious about whether that was too blatant right now, but the mothers laughed immediately and laughed ridiculously. SE, Safe.

"What's wrong, Sefi? Perhaps you'd like to meet the Wizard?

My neighbor's sister - her name is Mr. Meriane - said that in a teasing tone and approached me.

Featuring strong wavy, reddish blonde hair, she is the same age as her mother, yet stylish, and has a college student fit for her age.

When she graciously held me like that, I slowly swayed her, trying to soften up.

"Or do you want to be a magician or something? Well, Sephi's a very smart girl, so maybe she can become a magician."

Mr. Meriane seems to be joking and saying, but the mother who heard it was a little excited. Isn't that awkward?

In the meantime, I've been given a hug, so I'll respond, thankfully, with a full smile that I can play.

Meliane, who received my smile, has held me in a strong embrace with a look like "No, she's cute ~!" and screaming, "I can't stand it anymore. Ms Meriane is soft and painful because of her big tits......

"Sefi is the magician... Sefi is the magician... eheh"

Seeing your mother through the gap between her breasts and arms, she seemed to be immersed in paranoia with a slutty look.

Is it such an honor to be a magician?

I hear that the world today is in the midst of an all-out war between people and demons.

I was surprised when I first heard of the "Demons," but if you're going to say that, I'm more of an irregular person who reincarnated, and it was accepted relatively quickly there.

In this world, demons exist.

And if there's a demon tribe, isn't there magic?

If there's magic, isn't there a wizard?

With such a three-stage argument, we assumed the existence of the wizard itself, and so there is nothing surprising about the existence of the wizard and the doer.

However, it was a little unexpected that he was so great as to make a "Dear” note.

At least I don't call a soldier a "soldier," so I'm sure he's like drawing a line with a single miscellaneous soldier.

Probably equal to or more than "the Knight".

"Oh my gosh, Marcia's parents have started tripping again"

Your mother's paranoid habits didn't seem to have begun right now, and Ms. Meriane was grinning bitterly as she recieved them in a familiar way.

"When you become a magician, Your Majesty the Emperor will give you the Duke. Well, I hear there's only three magicians so far who could have been magicians."

"Enough with the sorcerer! That's the baron!

"Enough, you... magicians aren't rumored to have thirty people in the empire"

"Oh, yeah. But Sefi would be fine! Because you're so smart and cute! Right, Baron Sephilia?

"... ha. It's really muscular."

I was feeling an unspeakable exaltation in the breasts of your mother's foolish mother, Mr. Meriane.

If you become a mage, you can be awarded the Baron.

If you become a further magician, the Duke can be awarded the title.

My dream has just been decided.

"... mah, duh, shi"

Hearing the words I spinned with my awkward (twisted) tongue, Mother and Mr. Meriane rounded their eyes and then looked at each other.

"Hey, hey! Right now, Sefi, you didn't say 'Magic Instructor'!?

"Ahhh..."

"That's amazing, this girl! Haven't been born that long, I already told you!? Besides," Magic Master "!

…………

"This, really, Sefi, to the Wizard...... eh, hey Marcia!? Why are you crying!?

What I said to the "Magic Instructor" made me so impressed with your mother's parent-silly switch on -

I thought... but apparently not.

"The first word I spoke wasn't" Mom "~!! Huh, yeah!!

"Yeah eh!? Hey, you, seriously, it's so hard!?

Then, thanks to Mr. Meriane's desperation, he managed to calm your mother down.

Maybe what I called you "Mom, Mom" was also effective.

But then for a while, when your mother became the subject of the magician, she swelled her cheeks and stubbornly "mon".

Oh, Mother... It's a little rough...