Chapter 1 (Prologue)
I raise my head and scrub my eyes.
There was drool on my face. It seems I had slept on top of my desk.
I must have lost consciousness while in the middle of reading a book again.
While it’s not healthy, there isn’t a person to call fault to this.
When I gained awareness, my mother was already gone, and my father was stabbed by a knife and died while I was still small.
Since my grandfather who took me in died last year, I am now living alone.
My father was a magician who had his name known quite well in the business, an oddball who liked traveling.
A no-good father who left his child behind to wander around across the sea, buying meaningless souvenirs to try and curry favor with me.
”I’m a real magician,” was father’s catchline while he was working.
As part of his performance, he had a hired applauder take a knife and stab him as a magic trick. A viewer who saw that and got excited used their own knife to cut at my father.
After that his consciousness didn’t return and he quickly died.
When I was small, I believed that father was a real magician, so I believed that he would sometime, someday return.
If I asked, “When is Tou-san coming back?” grandfather would narrow his eyes and pet my head.
If I think of it now, he was showing pity to me.
I direct my eyes to the front cover of the book I had been reading.
Middle Ages Black Magic Encyclopedia
I don’t want to acknowledge it, but what got me into this sort of shady stuff was unmistakedly the fault of father’s souveniers.
Not limited to this suspicious book, there are many shady black magic kits in my house.
After continuing to think something like, ‘There’s definitely no such thing as magic, but if there were, it would be nice,’ I reach seventeen years old.
If it were the past, it would have ended as an imaginative kid, but now I’m completely what society calls a chuunibyou.
I naturally don’t have anyone to talk with at school, and am looked at with eyes as if directed toward an unusual bug, cast out.
The people I can call an acquaintance are just the black magic research society, but due to studying for exams, a lot of seniors have retired and right now is just the undercla.s.sman Icchan and me.
In short, Icchan is the only person I can talk to. It’s lonely.
By the way, with accordance to the school’s rules, if no club applicants appear next year, our black magic research society will be shut down. Evil will be destroyed.
The black magic research society is the only place I feel comfortable.
I have to protect it no matter what.
I have to start opening meetings with Icchan about freshman soliciting methods soon.
Perhaps in the black magic kits I bought on the net, if at least one of them could be called the real thing, applicants will appear. No, something like that, I understand couldn’t possibly exist.
When the event occurred was after school.
“……No, I, think I, will stop partic.i.p.ating in the club.”
After school, the undercla.s.sman I trusted resolutely handed a club withdrawal form to me.
If I think of it now, the fact that the Icchan who was a well mannered beauty and a person of common sense remained in this...o...b..ll club until now was a miracle.
However, even if I think so, considering the club’s situation I can’t give in so easily.
For now, I wanted to negotiate for a break from the club or if impossible, leaving her name in for the head count.
However, Icchan gave me nothing to cling to.
After recovered from my panic and sought to proceed the conversation, she had already left the clubroom.
I somehow managed to catch up at the school gates, but I couldn’t make the discussion there.
Due to the uncomfortable atmosphere, Icchan suddenly walked out as if to run away from me and tried to pa.s.s through a pedestrian crossing.
The traffic light was red.
Probably, she was distracted by me and didn’t notice the the light changed.
Unluckily, it was when a large truck attempted to pa.s.s through.
After I noticed, I had dashed out.
My body suffered a strong impact, and my vision turned to black.
Hot. My body is hot.
I somehow manage to open my yes, but my sight is horribly blurred.な
Rather than my eyes, it seems my brain has undergone damage.
The surroundings start becoming noisy. I thought, ‘It’s noisy, huh,’ as if it were someone else’s problem.
Someone is clinging to me.
“――――N, Nooo! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Because of me, …… ”
While in intermittent, I was able to hear my undercla.s.sman’s voice.
Great. I managed to save her.
If we both died after I jumped in, it wouldn’t be cool after all.
Rather than the school’s popular person, it would be better if the social outcast, I, died, since the people who would grieve are less.
While it’s strange to call it lucky, but I have no relatives anymore. I barely have any acquaintances either.
Even my regrets are just that the alchemy history research I did was done half-heartedly, and the ‘dragon’s nails’ that I ordered over the internet arrive today. Even if I say so, I’m sad.
Even a dream of the future, I don’t have.
At the end of such thoughts, my consciousness ceases.
Just where is this exactly?
My mind is dim, but I certainly have consciousness.
I should have been hit by a truck.
I thought I had completely died, but apparently the human body is much more durable than I thought.
Perhaps it’s a miracle provided by one of the black magic items I ordered from overseas by working.
If I’m not mistaken, I have a memory of zombie powder and phoenix’s fried chicken.
By the way, zombie power was sweet tasting. I put it in coffee and drank it.
The phoenix’s fried chicken had a taste like an eraser. I have a memory of splitting it with my club’s uppercla.s.sman Yama-san and eating it.
I have the feeling a long time has pa.s.sed since I was. .h.i.t by the truck, while also having the opposite feeling.
It unexpectedly might have ended in a minor injury.
I remember until getting struck off the walkway and losing my consciousness, but I don’t have confidence on how bad my injuries were.
Although, I’m glad I’m alive.
Which reminds me, I have the feeling that girl clung to me while crying.
That’s a good sign I’ll be able to convince her. The black magic research society is unending and immortal.
After thinking about such worthless things, I open my eyes and see an unknown woman.
She’s clearly not j.a.panese. Her hair and skin are white as if transparent with red eyes.
It was a beautiful person with a ephemeral impression.
Her face is quite close. I attempted to pull my neck back without unconsciously, but I can’t move my neck well.
The woman’s eyes meet with mine and she smiles sweetly.
This is clearly a language I have never heard before.
From beside the woman, a single man peeks into my face.
This man has white hair and red eyes in the same way as the woman.
Um, what country’s people are these…… ?
“A, a, au…… ”
I mix in hand gestures trying to communicate my will, but words wouldn’t properly come out.
No, it’s not just that.
I looked at my own hands and was shocked. They were small hands, as if those of a baby.
Furthermore, in the same way as the two in front of me, a low pigmented white.
I instinctively sensed it.
Perhaps I have been reborn.
Perhaps this handsome man and beautiful woman who look to be from another mysterious country are my parents in this life.
No, something like that is impossible.
I quickly take a glance at my feet.
I was lifted up by the woman.
“Au, Auu! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
I cried and screamed.
The woman moved her hands holding me up and down as to comfort me.
No, that’s not it.
The man and woman looked at me with a happy expression.
Their eyes were completely those of a parent looking at their child.