Reincarnation Band Magician

The elf twitched her ears, and her expression changed, becoming helpless in a way that was inconsistent with her strength and dignity.

＜('??`)＞

It was a woman with black hair, holding a child.

"You scared Clara. Also, I was sorting the books just now and the bookshelf almost fell over. Please tell me before you act."

"Ah, sorry."

Surprisingly easy to talk to.

"I'm sorry, I was rude too."

After a week here, Aite, who has switched to a babysitter, bowed slightly. "You have a huge collection of books. Organizing them requires a lot of thought and concentration, which is why I'm a little emotional right now."

"It's okay...it was just a sudden thought..."

The sprite "<('??`)>" means nothing.

"It's just right. It's already noon. Please help me take care of Clara. I'll go cook."

Aite placed his daughter on the throne.

The child hugged Celie and grabbed her ears.

This is the lady's little revenge.

"Okay, but, Art, you can just use magic or buy something for that kind of thing. Why do you insist on doing it yourself?"

Celie was confused as she dealt with the clingy little kid.

“Because I like it,” her student replied. “I want to cook, I want to do it, and I can do it, so I do it. I think it’s a kind of freedom.”

"It's obviously a very boring job, chopping up plant and animal carcasses, adding minerals and plant powders... the changes in potions are more interesting than this."

“Because I can have fun with it.”

Aite thought of someone he couldn't name, who was always happy when he cooked.

"Just like Lady Celia reading a magic book, if it were you, there would surely be many more efficient ways to acquire knowledge than 'reading', right? Yet you still prefer to sit with a magic book in your arms all day long."

Having said that, Aite turned back, supported Celia with both hands, and helped her stand up.

"Please move a little, Lady Celie."

"Elves are not like humans..."

Even as she said this, she still walked around the house obediently.

Seeing this, Aite left happily.

"This person is really disrespectful..."

Celie muttered, slapping the baby's hand away from its ear.

Babies also know their limits and touch other places.

For some reason, the conversation just now reminded Celie of something that happened a long time ago.

The disciples, and the disciples' disciples, said before the throne, "The process of learning magic is the most interesting."

"Humph," Celia frowned unhappily, "I'm not like that."

Can the magic she learns be the same as those two people's?

In addition...

"Aite, the food you cook is really terrible."

Millennium Magician: 86. Understanding Sorrow

"good to eat!"

Qing is trying new dim sum, and the taster is Fulilian because her reaction is very intuitive. If it tastes good, it tastes good, and if it tastes bad, it tastes bad.

How should I describe Ms. Toyokawa's evaluation... First, she is not objective enough. She said that several works that she was not satisfied with were good.

Those who praise me for my good fortune are selfish towards me.

Another is that she uses too many rhetoric devices. Apart from "delicious", Fulilian only says "melts in the mouth" and "fat but not greasy".

So Xiang was gently persuaded by Qing to leave the kitchen and start reading.

Miss Toyokawa, who was unable to sit still, walked around the house, thinking about the furniture and decorations that could be added, and rearranging the ones she brought back yesterday.

She could spend a long time looking at details like the placement of tables and chairs and the position of vases.

Players who like home-building games may be able to understand her.

The rain is trickling outside the window.

After the final adjustment, it was moved back and there was not much change.

Xiangzi placed a chair beside the bed, looked at the rain outside the window, used magic to lift the violin over, raised his hand, and held it between his chin.

The last time I performed was less than half a month ago, at the seaside far away from here.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like it had never passed at all.

Now when I get up in the morning, I still subconsciously raise my hands and reach upwards. This is a habit I developed when I was in the box bed because I hit my head when I got up.

A lot has really changed in those two years. I don’t know how many more years it will take to correct the bad things.

No matter what, it's never too late to change.

Think and calm your mind.

The doll-like girl holds a bow, playing the "Canon" which has been played many times and can be heard in the streets and alleys.

in the kitchen.

Fleury looked up.

"There's a strange noise."

Qing listened for a while and heard a melodious melody above the noise of the rain and the oven.

"Violin?"

"Oh, that's indeed the name. You guys can do this, I thought only nobles could learn it."

"Times have changed, Flillian. I heard that magic used to be considered an evil skill, and only literate nobles could learn it. But now, the streets are full of magicians—although most of them may only know how to use lethal magic."

"Ah...it seems to be true."

Fulilian was stunned.

In an era where everyone can use magic...

This time she was in a trance for a long time.

Qing observed her expression and calmed down.

As flour and sugar are stirred, the sweet aroma of butter and chocolate spreads, and warm steam blurs the windows.

……

"Does Fleury like music?"

"It's okay, just average."

Xiangzi was combing Fulilian's hair, and it was Qing's turn to practice.

Because he hadn't played the piano for a while, and out of casual prank, he played "Flight of the Bumblebee" as "Flight of the Mosquitoes".

"Is this some new trend?"

Fulilian expressed her confusion.

"We're just kidding," Xiang glared at his companion, "Let's play a more normal song, Qing."

"Okay, then, Mendelssohn in E minor."

Qing became serious.

For him, playing is not a serious matter, but a pleasant and fun thing.

In the past, relaxation consisted of playing music, cooking, and nightly conversation.

Every time I touch the instrument and immerse myself in the music, my mind relaxes and it feels as comfortable as sleeping.

Xiang could hear some parts that were not handled well, but the mood was very appropriate, and the sound of rain outside also considerately covered up some of it. It was very good and in line with her aesthetic.

The communication here continues.

As a girl, Xiangzi was responsible for Fulilian's daily life during this period.

After getting the hang of it, she began to understand why Qing had previously thought that Fulilian was not like a girl.

It could be an old person or a child, but it is hard to regard her as a normal woman.

Well-behaved and not shy.

But the hair was indeed as Qing said, the quality was very good... Damn! Normal girls work so hard to maintain and take care of it, but it's not as good as this mushroom.

"Fuuuu?"

The elf whose hair was being combed made a comfortable sound, followed by a hint of doubt.

"I think you're thinking of something disrespectful."

"No."

Xiangzi also learned to lie.

There is nothing strange about lying now. As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." This is exactly the truth. It's all Solitaire's fault.

"What hairstyle does Ms. Flillian like?"

Although Xiang is the one being taken care of most of the time, she has also helped Aite with things before. As a girl who grew up in school, she naturally understands it.

"I don't know, as long as it's not too weird...By the way, you guys are so weird."

Fulilian began to think, became a little more serious, and opened her eyes.

"Normally, even if it's just to learn magic, you wouldn't go to this extent, right? Why are you taking such good care of me?"

"I was also confused a few days ago," Xiangzi said, tying her pigtails into her signature shawl. "You should go and ask clearly, but now, I think you are quite easy to get along with."

It was a bit rude, and Xiangzi felt like he was taking care of a big dog with a good temper.

Fulilian frowned, feeling like she was being badmouthed again.

"What does Qing think?"

"I don't know. Even though I've known him for a long time, I still can't describe him. I don't know what he would do. Only after he does it, I will sigh, 'That's what Qing would do.'"

"Is that so? Then it's better to find out quickly."

Fulilian regained her lazy demeanor.

"You are human beings after all. If you don't get to know each other quickly, you'll die of old age before you're even aware of it."

"How could there be such carelessness? Besides, Ms. Flillian's view of time is so strange."

"Should I correct it?"

"Generally speaking, saying this means you're not going to change. Besides, you're an elf. I've never heard of an elf dying of natural causes. You'll have a very long lifespan, so this is also good."

Xiang thought about what he had just said. If an ordinary person heard it, he would definitely feel very uncomfortable.

To the elves, human life is like a lit cigarette. This is an indisputable fact. Perhaps sometimes a lit cigarette will be remembered for a lifetime, but not every one is worth it.

Xiangzi continued combing her hair. "We can be considered friends now. I hope Fulilian can keep living like this. But it's too pitiful to be without friends. When Qing and I leave, you will have to live alone again..."

Fleuryen said nothing.

"Ms. Flillian has no friends? Elven ones?"

"I know an elf, but I'm not a friend."

"Don't make friends with people of other races because you'd be sad if they died?"

"What's 'sad'?" The elf swung his legs nonchalantly. "It's just a bother. If you make friends with humans, they'll often disappear, just like that store manager. And it's only been twenty years since we last met..."

Xiangzi thought about it for a long time.