Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

Kelly - a kid in the village and a werewolf - called in. The adult came in less than 10 minutes. Oh, man. Isn't it too late, given the distance? The adult immediately ran away with a furn. I couldn't help but ask Miloo to pull my hand and walk with me to Kelly's house. I don't even think I can run very straight on a normal foot. Fern was right not to try to escape poorly and chose to intercept.

You couldn't have held me and sped faster than a goblin trying to escape there, and I don't think Miloo could run faster than a goblin. I was at Kelly's house for a few minutes, but the adult picked me up right away.

"Dear Miloo, are you hurt?

"We're not hurt anywhere, more than that, Jim, what about your brother!?

Is it Jim? This brother. He looks like he's about 25.

"Master Farn was put in charge at Grandma Shami's. You want to go?

"Yeah, take Al with you."

When Miloo replied, Jim said to hold me and Miloo aside, "Kelly, you come with me," but he ran out with an awesome momentum that might be quick. It took 4-5 minutes and jumped into one of the settlements he had just passed.

"Master Shami, what about Master Farn?

Jim speaking up at the same time as entering the house. There were three Farns and three adults in the house bleeding out of their feet. One of them would be Grandma Shami.

"I'm fine, don't exaggerate. Oh, Tomas, get the maseki from the goblin earlier."

"Dear Farn, the first step is treatment. Shami, what do you say?

An old man called Tomas, who ran in charge of Furn, asks Grandma Shami how she is.

"It doesn't look that bad. Did you wash your wound well?

Oh, good. She seemed pretty bleeding, but isn't it that bad?

"Oh, this will do, the spear was rusty, but I can't wash it any more"

My body shifted when an old man whose name I don't know yet said. Huh!? It's not good, you're still bleeding in a daze. Grandma Shami put her hand on Fern's wound,

"Give this man a healing blessing, a healing (cure), offering more magic than my body"

Huh? It's not silly or anything, all I need now is disinfection and if my artery is cut, I have to stitch it up, but I wonder if my grandmother's hand glowed in the water color and the light moves to the fern.

Farne looked at it with her eyes rounded, but when she took a huffy breath, she said, "Thanks, Shami. Wow, healing magic. Thanks for your help," he chuckled and spoke to Grandma Shami.

It wasn't only Fern who was watching the sight with his eyes round, but Miloo was with him, but I wasn't looking round my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!? What? What did you just do?

And I shouted up. 'Cause it's magic!?

"We have magically treated the wounds received by Master Fern. The wound didn't reach the bone, so the treatment is over."

"I've never seen the magic of healing before! My hands glowed and it was beautiful."

Miloo tells Shami to fold up, laughing and declaring the end of the treatment. No, not quite, you're a wizard!?

"No, no, no, sister, because it's different where you stutter. It's magic in the first place, right?

I stick five holes in my face with my rounded eyes, mouth and nose into Miloo.

"Uh, Master Farn, Master Miloo, what about this girl?

An old man whose name I don't know yet asks about me.

"Zach, this is my brother and Al. Al, you seem surprised to see magic for the first time, but say hello to everyone."

Farn tells me, recovering from amazement, I greet the four adults. All four of them seemed to know I existed, but they didn't know because it was the first time they'd seen my face. Naturally, it's my first time, so these four can't even know me.

He seemed stunned at me for being able to properly greet him and answer him normally, even when he was a year old, but he seemed unacceptably unacceptably convinced on the surface with Miloo's "Is This Child a Genius" voice. I might get a scratch on my parents later, but so far there's nothing I can do about it.

But a genius? Those who have been blessed with talent enough to achieve good grades or achieve results without effort. Sure, I didn't come here to do the right thing. I had some difficulty learning the language, but that also only allowed me to speak more overwhelmingly faster than people because I had original knowledge and experience. Even if I say I died in a train wreck in the first place (probably dead), my consciousness itself is continuous, and I can't feel my memory missing, etc.

"I'm not a genius, I'm a hard worker," he says, calling himself a genius of the world. The words are convincing. There would have been many people in the history of the planet who truly deserved to be called geniuses, but many others must have worked hard not to be geniuses, but to blossom their abilities and build up a little bit of track record. If I could put that on a piece of "because I'm a genius," it wouldn't be a hoarding thing.

But when you look at it, what about yourself? As I mentioned earlier, it seems like an effort. I haven't done anything, and it's like I've been eating and sleeping for the past year. Some parts of it are not used to pronunciation yet, but at the age of one, they are starting to exchange words without problems with adults. It's natural because consciousness and memory are contiguous, but isn't this... a good condition to say what it is called genius?

Maybe this world is like a fantasy story, as they say. There's a monster, there's magic. There is a kingdom very similar to medieval feudal society, and I am the son of its local lord. Perhaps with my knowledge, I can make a significant contribution to the living standards and income of this territory.

There's still a lot to figure out about common sense and the usual way of thinking in this world, but what, it's just a one-year-old infant there. There will be many opportunities to learn from this. Maybe even magic will be learned and available.

All right, let's play the one called "Genius" to the extent that we don't dislike it. I was reborn. It's not a bad thing to do as much as you can, gain experience, and try your powers in this world. Anyway, I died once and got a new life. The raw Japanese "Takeo Kawasaki" is over, and the raw as Alain is starting. It's not tight not knowing my last name, but I felt close to reopening it and I thought so.

My sister Miloo, who made me realize this, for some reason came to my gratitude. And at just seven years old, my brother Farn, who sheltered his siblings and stood up to the goblins, felt kind of awesome.

After that, I made sure I didn't get bored in an unusual conversation and thought about going home anyway. Because I thought we should sort it out once and rebuild our plans for the future.

Farn reports what happened to Shall today when he gets home. You wouldn't know if you kept your mouth shut, but I didn't think you wanted to throw up as Farn's keeper. Farn and Miloo were scolded for taking me out. But he didn't scold me for fighting goblins, he was praised for knocking them down, especially after sheltering his sister and brother, Kelly.

The next day, Heggard returned. He heard about the goblins from the villagers on his way home. I called Fern out loud when I opened the door to the house, and I think I punched him. Then a new case started for me.

He said Heggard had been away these days because he was picking up clerics to the city of Dorrit in the northeast. Dorritt says it's the closest city to Barkud, and that's three days each way by carriage. By the way, this cleric is a little different from what a religious person is.

Normally, it feels common for religious officials to increase their followers and solicit charity in order to strengthen the power of their church, but at least not in this Romberto kingdom. First of all, there is no such thing as sect. Only one religion exists. Also, unbelievably, we usually don't seem to accept any forfeiture. They have some close ties to politics and are entrusted with household registration control.

This time I came to the village of Barkud as part of its registry management, which seems to be the truth. They're supposed to visit Barkud roughly once a year, do something like a household registration survey, and report the results up there. I came here a little before I was born last year, so it would be my first experience.

After my father beat Farn up, I was taken out to the garden of the house. There were parents there with two other babies besides me.

"Now, Master Gried, is this all the newborns since the last time? If we're all here, can we start this year's naming ceremony?

Says the cleric. Is Gried my family name?

"Yeah, that's it all. Quick, please."

When Heggard said so, the cleric asked his parents the child's name when he stood in front of one set of parents and children. Confirming the pronunciation of his name, he said as he touched the baby's head.

"Status open. Named (named), Lilia, as the proxy of God in heaven"

Huh? Status? Open?

When the priest stood in front of the next group, he said the same thing.

"Status open. Named (named), Rondo, as God's proxy in heaven"

Next he stood in front of me, put his hand on my head, and checked Heggard to see if my name was Alain.

"Status open. Named as the proxy of God in heaven, named (named), Alain…. Now we're all done. Lord Gried, please confirm."

My father touches my head and says, leaving me alone.

"Status open............. Alain is fine. Status open……. Lilia has no problem either. Status open……. Rondo has no problem either. Dear Priest, I'm sorry to bother you."

Was this cleric, a priest? No, I don't care about that. You think it's status open? What the hell, man? I mean, I wanted to give it a try, but now I'm in the middle of a naming ritual.

"We will now add these three new people to our separate books"

"Yes, priest. Thank you very much."

Then Hegard and the priest had some conversation, and gave three children, including me, something like a prayer for God's blessing, and the ritual was soon over.

Heggard seems to be sending the priest to Dorrit again, but this evening the priest stays at home and leaves the next morning.

Anyway, after the ritual, I was put back in bed for the baby again.

Well, shall we give it a try?