𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐭𝐭𝐨
In my memory, from when I was a child, there are memories of a man named Isaji Shōta somewhere far away.
I don’t know why.
Just that, before my ego developed, there were the values and knowledge of Isaji Shōta.
I simply left everything I saw as a child to that.
I was amazed by magic.
I knew how to consider it.
I even got scolded by adults for disassembling simple magic tools.
There were also times when adults were surprised when I easily handled calculations.
It seems that Isaji Shōta went to a fairly advanced school.
Going to school until the age of 22 is a bit out of the ordinary in this country.
Therefore, I leaned towards a desire for knowledge about magic and society.
Something that exists in that world but not in this one.
I must have been a pretty strange child.
I was always reading books.
However, I learned about this world that day.
In the morning, in front of the mirror, my face and name connected with the knowledge of Isaji Shōta.
My name is 𝐎𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫.
The third son of the Duke Haedecker, 8 years old.
“Am I a character in a game?”
Yes, this Rosina Kingdom is the setting for a game.
The name that came up when the protagonist went to the Royal Magic School.
The country that goes to war in the second half of the game is the Pae Empire, but the country that is skirmishing to the west is the Carlos-Penyāria Empire.
It is referred to as the Carlos Empire or the Penyāria Empire.
The abbreviated notation in the book is the Pae Empire.
“Botchan? Is something wrong?”
“No. . . it’s nothing.”
I, who was stunned, stared at the maid.
She is the maid who takes care of me.
The mansion where I was born is the main house of the territory.
My mother died of an epidemic before I was aware of things.
At that time, I vaguely thought, “That’s how it is in the Middle Ages,” and didn’t cry.
She is a girl hired from within the territory and was born in the Haedecker territory. It seems she is planning to retire and get married soon.
According to Isaji Shōta’s knowledge, it seems to be common sense to shout “Maid is here!!” and have her write a heart mark on an omelette.
There is no such common sense in this country.
Of course, I don’t do it.
There are no omelettes either.
It’s just that my Isaji Shōta is making a fuss.
Why isn’t it a VRMMO but a consumer game!! Ha! Is it an NC-17 version?
I don’t understand.
Isn’t it too early to get married?
In this country, it’s a bit late.
The maid returns with a puzzled smile.
“Botchan. Meyer-sensei will be here soon.”
It doesn’t seem like a game. . .
I mutter without thinking.
“This is my ‘real’.”
I wait for Meyer-sensei in my room.
Meyer-sensei is accurately Mrs. Ellie Meyer, an elderly lady who was hired as a teacher by the Haedecker family after her husband, who was the former butler of the Haedecker family, passed away.
It seems that her children have become independent and left home.
She also has a background of studying at a school in the royal capital.
She has been working at home for a long time.
She is a home tutor who mainly teaches children manners and discipline.
It seems she also taught my older brothers.
She is always smiling, but she is scary when she gets angry.
I am the youngest, but I am six years younger than my younger older brother.
I am nine years younger than my oldest brother, and I don’t remember talking to him much.
Well, when the age difference is this much, there is no conversation.
According to Meyer-sensei, my oldest brother was quite a troublemaker.
My younger older brother seemed to be an obedient perfectionist.
I am obedient and quick to understand, but I seem to be a dangerous child who doesn’t know what I will do.
She seemed quite fed up with my initial barrage of questions.
Well, once I learned to read, it got better because I could look it up in books.
My older brother is about to graduate from military school.
It seems that the nobles of this country have military duties.
It’s not a problem if you don’t do it, but if you don’t have military experience, you have nothing to talk about in the noble salon.
It seems to get excited mostly by war stories.
Of course, it’s hearsay.
My younger older brother is attending a national accounting school in the royal capital.
He seems to want to become a government official of the kingdom.
As the youngest child and a spare of a spare, I was free to immerse myself in my hobby of magic.
Even so, I was just reading books.
I don’t want my eyes to get bad, so I sometimes look far away and do eye exercises.
If it’s a game, it’s quick.
Isaji Shōta has played this game thoroughly.
Max level?, I have covered all the magic.
But it’s not me.
Just a free citizen of some village.
Moreover, I am his enemy.
If the protagonist is HAPPY END, I am BAD END.
No good, I need to gather information.
Let’s avoid it with the knowledge of Isaji Shōta (me).
This is not a game.
There’s someone in front of me who will answer if I ask.
First, it’s about the international situation and the current state of this country.
The books at home are quite outdated.
I enter the room and greet.
And as soon as I sit down, I strike first.
“Meyer-sensei, I have a question.”
It was reported that my question disease had relapsed to the old woman.
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