The Prodigy Sefiria's Overpowering Program

He said the heart of the Imperial City was pretty excited on the day that the Magic Master visited the Imperial City.

Apparently, Master Magic is busy flying around the place, and he hasn't quite returned to the Empire City.

I would have liked to see a magician once too...... unfortunately that didn't happen.

They say the Imperial City is surrounded by huge walls and needs to undergo rigorous inspections by guards in order to get in and out.

And people from poorer villages like us who are not sure of their identity will get a gate advance unless it's also a special requirement?

Well, it's the sacred capital of His Majesty the Emperor. There is also no need for security to be tightened.

Not to mention the fact that there are only three wizards in the Empire, it must be still.

If I had any special powers, I would have led Baburn and his wife to a cool resolution of the difficult incident that had suddenly occurred in the Imperial capital and told His Majesty the Emperor and the Magic Master, "Ho ho, this one...!" What did they say, I got connections, maybe I was rosy in my life.

But reality is ruthless. I couldn't get a step out of the village at all...

That's how I still live my unchangeable days today.

With only seven years, "Life Expectancy as a Prodigy" is just being consumed for no reason, and I'm no different than just a baby at the moment.

Because it makes no sense at all to learn a language early, but not to be able to move on to the next step forever.

That's why I spent every day in such a hurry.

... doesn't mean that I, the baby, can do anything.

Speaking of what I do today, it was about pulling out your father's room book and looking at it, as usual.

But today, only one different thing happened.

You're here again.

Suddenly I looked back surprised at the voice I heard from behind me, where my brother Logna stood, with thick blonde hair like honey.

And when your brother glanced at me with an unobtrusive (eye-catching) look from a five-year-old, he approached me slightly without hesitation.

"That's your bullshit book."

That's what your brother said, and he took up the book I was spreading.

"Ah!"

Hey, what are you doing!?

I reach for the book with a scream of protest, but just not in the arms of an infant.

Instead I pull around the hem of my brother's trousers, but your brother swung them off lightly by pulling his legs hard.

"Are you really going to be a" maniac "? I wouldn't let you loose if I had you."

"Ugh... Ouch!

Shut up. You told me about this book, didn't you? And your friend said he was a "jerk."

... Huh?

Your father's friend was a magician?

That book is in the shape of your father's friend...

I mean, your father's friend is a magician...

The book, could it be The Book of Magic!?