âYou grew up! Are you going to expose your true identity here and there?â
âT, then what should I do? Am I just watching the Lord of the Wizard Tower die?â
âDonât tell me. Do you think I will die?â
âI donât know⊠How can I be so sureâŠ.â
âSigh, damn it.â
Oscar, who sat down with his legs open, swept his hair.
âCome here.â
I nodded gracefully and went to stand in front of him.
Oscar flipped my bangs and looked around at my face.
âHow much did you spend?â
âI would have grown six months.â
âIt doesnât really show. Thatâs a relief.â
âYes. Itâs okay because I have to grow up to be seven years old anyway.â
He smiled and stroked my hair. Then my silver hair was cut off, fell to the floor, and disappeared.
My vision, which had been slightly covered by my bangs, opened as before.
âWow⊠Thank you for cutting my hairâŠ.â
âI donât know your body, but your hair is the most obvious, so if you use it for something big, cut it at the right time. Donât use your ability to cut it because itâs annoying. Carry scissors and cut with scissors. Okay?â
âYes I will.â
Oscar and I stared at each other in silence.
There were many things I wanted to ask.
But I couldnât ask.
It was because I realized something from Oscarâs words a moment ago.
âBecause this is âforbidden.ââ
It means that he canât tell me how he knows my identity.
By already saying the word âforbidden,â he gave me some hints.
Perhaps because of that reflex, he came to see Hellâs door a moment ago.
âIâll have to guess the rest.â
Thinking about it, I lifted my sleeve and wiped the blood from Oscarâs mouth that hadnât dried yet.
âTo do something useless.â
Oscar groaned, grabbed my wrist, and used magic to get the blood off my white uniform.
âBut why did you come?â
âAh.â
Oscar leaned his head back with a tired look and sighed.
âThe Emperor personally called me today. I was told not to take you to the Wizard Tower.â
âAh, I seeâŠâ
It wasnât very surprising.
Oscar probably thought that even the Emperor wouldnât be able to wield himself as the Lord of the Wizard Towerâ.
âIsnât the Emperor a man whose dream is to put the title of King of Conqueror in front of his name before he dies?â
For that reason, it was actually much more beneficial to hold on to Dadâs leash than to maintain a good relationship with the Wizard Tower while thinking about future generations.
âHeâs going to choose my Dad between the Lord of the Wizard Tower and my Dad. I knew it a long time ago.â
So it was already expected.
âBut I said I wouldnât go to the Wizard Tower anyway, right?â
âHey, were you serious? Do you mind if your father goes to war?â
Oscar wriggled his eyebrows.
âWell, if itâs me, I donât care what your father is doing.â
I just stared at the grunting Oscar.
He was worried about me.
He even knew my identity and hid it.
Taking me to the Wizard Tower and trying to stop the Emperor from grabbing my Dadâs leash.
âIâm okay. Donât worry. I have an idea.â
âWhatâs your idea?â
ââŠ.â
I didnât answer, and I just stared at Oscar. Oscar looked into my eyes for a long time.
Eventually, he smiled.
âYeah, well. Youâre not a fool, so you must have a way. I believe in you.â
âOf course.â
âNo, by the way. Youâre so funny. Strangely, I think I remember everything, but why meâŠ.â
Seeing that he was looking for a butterfly out of the blue, he seemed to want to cover his mouth for fear of breaking the forbidden again.
âTsk!â
Oscar nervously scratched his head and jumped up.
âI donât want to vomit again. Then I will leave.â
âT, Teacher!â
Oscar turned around.
I pursed my lips and said.
âT, there is something I want to say⊠but, I canât because Iâm afraid that if I say something wrong, Teacher will vomit blood like beforeâŠâ
ââŠ.â
âInstead, I will think a lot on my ownâŠâ
I held up the bracelet.
âThank you so much for this. Itâs not childish at all and itâs really pretty.â
Oscar laughed.
âYeah.â
I continued to look at him until he disappeared, waving my hand.
* * *
Forbidden.
Itâs a word I remember seeing in the original.
When I see Oscar spilling blood while trying to say something he shouldnâtâ.
It seems that bringing up the word âforbiddenâ itself has become a violation of the forbidden.
âWhat is it really?â
I remembered Oscar from the original story.
To be exact, when Cheshire went to visit Oscar.
âIt was them time to frantically find a way to make Theo better.â
ăOscar snorted at the young guyâs spirit to come and find a way to cure Theo Antraceâs illness.
âHow can I help you? No one can cure his disease. Except for Primera. Although the Emperor will not cut off his own lifespan to save your brother.â
âI know that the Wizard Tower has been studying disuse magic for a long time.â
It was a magic that invaded the realm of the Gods, and ordinary people with abilities werenât allowed to use it.
Because it was something that only the Emperor, Primera, who was like a god in this world, had the authority to do.
âYouâre crazy punk. Yeah, what do you need? Resurrection? Regression? Creation?â
ââŠ.â
âAll useless. If you revive him after dying, the innate disease will remain the same, and if you turn back time, it will only hurt once more as it has been until now.â
ââŠ.â
âAnd do you think the disuse magic can be used just because you do it? Then all of them are Gods?â
ââŠ.â
âIt requires a huge price, but using it creates a âforbiddenâ on me. If I break the forbidden by mistake, I will lose my life. Why should I do that?â
Oscar clicked his tongue and tossed a worn-out ancient book in front of Cheshire.
âAs you said, this is a book left by my ancestors who were dangerously studying disuse magic. Thereâs a line or two about the disease, so you can look it up or not.âă
I frowned and put all my strength to my head.
There are three things that can be known from the contents of the original work.
Disuse magic has resurrection, regression, and creation.
It requires a huge price to use the disuse magic.
I donât know what it is for the person who used the disuse magic, but itâs forbidden (if you break this, you lose your lifel).
âAnd now Oscar is under the forbidden. He used some kind of disuse magic.â
Oscar knows my identity.
Then, did he come back after seeing the end of the original story?
âReturn?â
Iâm thinking about it seriouslyâ.
âShouldnât that be stopped?â
âLeave it alone, just⊠Itâs just a commonerâŠâ
âWhat if she die?â
âWhat does that have to do with us?â
I heard the dangerous conversation of the children, so I raised my head.
[Martial Arts department â Hand-to-hand combats]
Hand-to-hand combats sharing the outdoor practical training ground today.
I saw children engaged in 1-on-1 sparring for a while, and among them, I found Bruce and Jem.
âHahaha!â
âKeughâŠ!â
Bruce excitedly threw his fist into the air. Wind pressure erupted incessantly from his gauntlets.
Jem, who couldnât use magic yet, was beaten helplessly.
âHey!!!â
I shouted and stood in front of Jem. Bruce was startled.
âAre you crazy?â
In an instant, I saw Bruceâs expression as if he was thinking the same thing as me.
So thatâsâ.
The expression of âIs it you again?â
Whooshâ!
Blue mana extended like a fist from Bruceâs gauntlets.
âI, itâs dangerous, Lilith!â
At the same time, Jem pushed me and got hit instead. Her body rolled and flew about 2 meters away.
âJ, Jem! Are you okay?â
âYeah! Iâm fine. What about you? Youâre not hurt, are you?â
Even though her face hurt, Jem was busy worrying about me. Blood dripped from her nose, I was surprise.
âAh.â
I ran to Bruce in a fit of anger.
âHey! What is your problem?â
âUgh, sorry. I was going to hit her, but you suddenly interrupted and I didnât see it.â
Lies. Bruce obviously made eye contact with me and then attacked.
He must have wanted to take the opportunity to hit me.
âAre you going to kill your friend?â
âHmm? Friends, who? That kid?â
Bruce snorted.
âIâm not a friend with her, though?â
âAh, yeah. Iâll say it again. Are you going to kill a person?â
âHmm?â
Bruce laughed again.
âSheâs not even a personââ
âWhat?â
âHow can a commoner be a person?â
ââŠ.â
I was speechless at Bruceâs confident statement.
Bruce came closer as if he wanted to say something to me, who was just blankly opening his mouth.
âHey, Iâve been suffering until now, but now Iâm going to tell you.â
Bruce pointed to the children around him. All the children were watching us.
âThere are so many kids who hate you. Didnât you know?â
ââŠ.â
âSince you came, the white name tags have not listened to us. They donât do what theyâre told, and if I say something, they rebel.â
âDid you hire commoners as servants? Otherwise, the white name tag kids donât have to listen to you.â
âNo, you are wrong.â
Bruce shook his head.
âCommoners are not people. Itâs like a domestic cow, horse, or pig. Theyâre just a talking stock.â
âWhat?â
Wow, he really got some fantastic home education.
âNo. Commoners are people too. Just because youâre low in rank and canât use magic, donât think of them as cows, horses, or pigs.â
I continued, turning to the children watching us.
âThe same goes for you guys. Wake up. You canât swear, beat, or treated them like a slave! Is this difficult?â
The children averted my eyes and grumbled. Even if they couldnât refute it openly, they all seemed dissatisfied.
Noble. People with ability.
For these children, what they saw and learned as soon as they were born was class.
If I suddenly say something like this, it will only confuse them.
âIâm really at a lossâŠ.â
If itâs the same as the original, itâs a revolution that will take another 10 years.
There was nothing I could do right now unless I killed the Emperor and rooted out the hierarchy.
Ironically, the only thing they could do was intimidate by borrowing the power of that class.
âNever mind, you have to listen to me, right? Donât pick a fight with your white name tag friends from now on. Donât even hit them like this while pretending to fight. If I catch you one more time, Iâll burn your hair! Do you understand?
ââŠ.â
Bruce didnât answer and gritted his teeth frighteningly, lowering his eyes.
It was then.
âCommoners are people tooâŠIt sounds funny.â
Someone who came up to me and Bruce.
A large shadow cast over me, and when I looked up, it was a man in a white uniform.
âWhat? Who is it?â
Gorgeous blonde hair and blue eyes.
As if laughing at me, the corners of his mouth twisted up.