Being a Tsundere Girl's Butler

magic circle's

------516th anniversary of the demon king's defeat (Yuto is about to turn the age of four)

"Oh... Honey... Not there... Please be more gentlemanly ... Ahh .... Ahhh .... Ahhhhhhhhhh"

Lying on my own bed in a newly built extra room, I turned around a few times, trying to cover my ears with a pillow, but it was absolutely impossible to sleep under these extreme conditions.

Every time I tried to ignore the voices of my parents and try to fall asleep, a question would pop into my mind. What if I was reborn not in an ordinary isekai, but in the world of an ntr manga I had never read?

It's horrifying to think that suddenly my mom would be targeted by the bad guys... Ugh, I think I'll torture them all to death.

---------- in a few hours

The boy tossed and turned in his bed and as the night wore on he began to suffer from real sleeplessness, not caused by his own imagination, and the increasing stress finally pushed him over the edge.

Deciding that he could no longer endure this Chinese torture, the boy stopped punching his own head and entered his storage space.

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"Do you feel lonely, Yuto? Do you want a friend, Yuto? Wouldn't it be nice to have a brother or sister, Yuto?"

Holy shit, you're so right. I don't know how I didn't realize I needed a sibling for so many fucking years.

I don't know what inspired my parents to have a new child, but lately I can't sleep in the extra room my dad built in the house to keep me out of their room.

Do they really think that these walls are sound proof or something? Or do they think that they are using some kind of method to educate their children about sexual matters?

I mean, who would be psychotic enough to get upset because their parents are having sex. sniff... And what's so bad about having a sister first? Sniff... Ahhhhhhhhhh!

**Bam** (sound effect of Yuto banging his head on the dirt floor)

Snap out of it, Yuto. Remember who you are and what kind of life you want to live! You want big boobs... No, that's not it!

**Bam**

I want to be a great magician.

That's right. Remember who you want to be, Yuto!

Sigh...

What was the last time I practiced magic? Ahhh, yes, I remembered. I was practicing my mastery of magical circles, also known as the key that unlocks the doors to the world of upper level magic.

Turning my head and looking around, the colorful flowers I saw quickly calmed my soul, and I called for the towel that was lying in front of my hut a few meters away from me and wiped my bleeding forehead.

When I first acquired this space, all that was here was a few meters of dry dirt floor. In the early days, I practiced my magic attacks on the dirt floor, and after a while it started to look like a meteor shower had hit the area.

After learning a few functional magic in the magic book that I got from my master, I firstly leveled the ground in my space, then I covered the ground with grass and colorful flowers.

The feeling of the soft flowers brushing against my feet made me feel very holy and massaged my soul.

Looking at the hut in the center of my storage space, I remembered the time I built this hut: First I drew a magic circle on the ground to imitate the picture in the magic book, and then I poured my mana into the magic circle. A few pieces of wood rose up from the ground with a magnificent appearance, and then the wood took shape and became a hut. And of course, this magnificent magic had cost all the mana in my body. Fortunately, such a fantastic disease as mana depletion does not exist in this world, and after a day my mana was restored.

When I wanted to walk with calm steps, enjoying the fresh air, I felt that the air I was inhaling was not as refreshing as I had imagined. Probably because the amount of oxygen in my storage space was low, I raised my hand and used a powerful wind magic spell.

One of the features of the wind magic I was using was that it directly transformed the oxygen needed for the magic content from mana.

It was an homework I gave myself to use magic every chance I got. That way I could quickly get used to the feeling of using mana.

After a few casts of the mid level wind magic, I felt that the amount of oxygen had reached the desired level and I started walking again, taking in the view of the illusionary sun in the sky and the flowers on the ground.

Since the sun was still about 3 hours away from rising, I could imagine that my parents would have 3 more hours of fun without checking my room. But they would probably prefer to go to bed early today, maybe they had already fallen asleep while I was talking to myself...

Tomorrow was the 517th anniversary of the demon king's defeat. I learned from my parents that every year people organize a big celebration in the city or village center to celebrate the death of the previous generation of demon kings. And for some reason they told me that I had to go to the town square early tomorrow for this celebration.

Even though I was depressed that I was going to be grouped with other children and play competition-style games in a silly event, I put all other thoughts out of my mind and immersed myself in my magic training.

For low and mid level magics you need incantations and drawn magic circles, while for upper level magics you need to be able to create magic circles out of thin air and knowledge of magic circles. Memorizing the shape of the magic circle and using it as I did before doesn't work at this level. If I want to use a higher level magic circle, I need to understand the language of magic circles.

Before entering my hut, I raised my left arm slightly and stretched it out towards the endless sea of flowers. As soon as I stretched out my arm, a magic circle with a flame symbol appeared in the center of my palm.

Immediately afterwards, another magic circle appeared in the air and blocked the first magic circle, and then another magic circle appeared and blocked the other two magic circles.

When I checked the mana output in my body, a small ball of flame came out from the center of the first circle, and as I passed through the second circle, the color of the ball of flame changed from red to blue, and as I passed through the third circle, the size of the ball of flame increased tens of times.

As I looked at the fireball flying forward, I began to wonder if it could even be called a fireball anymore. What I was using was the lowest level fireball magic, but I used two extra magic circles to increase the power and size of the fireball. This was the bread and butter of my long practice with magic circles.

Since the first magic circle had replaced the words of the fireball spell, I could now use the magic without having to open my mouth, although I could use the same magic in the same way without the need for magic circles.

All this time my master still didn't know that I could use magic because I never told her.

The fact that a child who had never been to church and received a blessing could use magic might have been a bad sign, or they might have started saying that I was not a human being. I didn't need to talk to her about it anyway, as my master gave me the books without questioning me too much.

While I was lost in my thoughts, the fireball I threw turned into a mushroom cloud that met the earth and created a crater tens of meters in size. The wind from the explosion hit me in the face and the last shreds of insomnia disappeared.

I entered my wooden shelter, took out the red hardcover book I had read last time from the bookshelf of dozens of magic books and resumed my training.