The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

Busy hours had passed like a run, and it was my birthday day day if I realized it.

The people were already festive in Castle Town. The store is lined up and lively people are interested in eating and drinking.

The royal parade moves on to scratch the vibrancy of such people. I'm dressed in a bespoke dress for the day and waving as I sit next to Uffi. The people who rushed for a glimpse of the royal parade are smiling and waving at us.

"You're as vibrant as ever."

"It would be nice to think of the country as a sign of its richness, but if things go well after this, you won't have to complain."

"Right."

Sneak in and exchange words with Uffi between the parades. Seeing this festivities, the people don't seem to have any problems for now.

I know it's bad for the knights who are looking around, but I want you to try your best to protect this sight.

Later, after this, I have no complaints if the aristocratic presentation I refrained from at night, the night club celebrating my birth, goes well......

(Lang, I wonder if it worked in the end...)

With half my expectations and anxiety, I decided to concentrate on my work waving at the people.

After the parade, take a short break and then re-color it in preparation for the show.

The sun is completely setting and the night is coming. In the hall for the feast of the royal castle, the nobles who participated in the show converse thoughtfully.

Much to the sight I had become accustomed to, I entered the venue with a bowl of grace with Yufi, breathing.

"Your Majesty the Queen of Uphilia, Your Royal Highness the King of Anisphere is hereby admitted!

Our entrance will be announced and our gaze will gather if we step into the venue. The first person to stop by was Halfis and Marion's new Countess Anti.

"Dear Uphilia, Dear Anisphere, be in a good mood"

"Good day, Halfis."

"Be in a good mood. Should I call you Countess Antie?

"Ugh! Don't make fun of me!

Calling her Countess with teasing feelings, Halfis blushed her cheeks just a little and narrowed her eyes. Marion, who was in arms with Halfis, looks a little embarrassed, too. It's the first time, these two are.

"Oh hon.... Her Royal Highness the King of Anisphere. Happy Birth Again"

"Thanks. It's totally past its original due date though."

The Kingdom of Palletia does not exist in four seasons as clear as Japan in its previous life. The climate is stable and constant, and even if there are changes, there are rainy seasons that continue to rain.

The year of the Kingdom of Palettia has been made into a division named after the Spirit, with light, fire, earth, water, wind and darkness named after the Original Plains and the four great Spirits for a total of twelve months each.

Each of these two months is divided up and down, and spending the last month of the light, the last month of the light, becomes the last month of the fire. The dates are divided into seven days a week, and this one is attributed to the Spirit, which is also used in the month division, and is filled with days of the week without a day as a holiday.

By analogy with the date, the last month of the light, the second week of the fire day, becomes the notation. A year is when light and darkness meet, and when they become one, they circle, and when the season passes again, light and darkness begin and end respectively.

I was born in the following month under fire, and in the spring of the previous life, the equivalent of April was born.

"No, it's been a long time since you've celebrated like this, so I'm not comfortable."

I haven't had a party to celebrate my birthday in over 10 years. It's okay because it's still an easy-going dress, but my shoulders still look stiff.

"I can tell you that the Ministry of the Spirit has been blessed with a good opportunity."

"Yeah... I hope it works out"

"Right."

The greeting was there, too, and Halfis and Marion disappeared into the crowd. These are the two people who have just succeeded the Count Anti family, and I guess there are still people who need to say hello.

People come to a substitute greeting that even after Halfis and Marion leave. Even when they greet me in this way, my face has largely stopped being drawn to me. People are creatures they get used to.

Well, I'm inferior to Uffi, who's dignified and sociable next door. It's like the water keeps flowing. I still laugh and often delude myself.

"Her Royal Highness the King of Anisphere, Her Majesty the Queen of Uphilia. The festival by the Ministry of the Spirit will begin shortly. Please move to your seats on the stage."

"Is that already the time? Yeah, all right."

"Shall we come, Anis?"

With all my greetings and guidance from the butler, I head with Uffi to the royal seat on the stage.

In the traditional ritual, it was a way of celebrating the year by giving the words of celebration here and then consuming a lot of spiritual stones, but this time I think it turns into an entertainment led by the spiritual ministry and applied magic prop processing techniques to the instruments.

What kind of reaction does that get? I have no objection if I can and I would like it to be accepted......

"Mm, are you here? Annis, Uffi"

"Father, Mother, I'm so glad you're in the mood."

Father and mother had already sat in the royal seat on the stage. Sit alongside Uffi in the remaining vacant seats.

"Anis, did you socialize properly?

"Yeah, well."

"... Ufi?

"Mother-in-law, Annis is still unfamiliar, but if you do this a few times, you'll be fine."

"... if that's what Yuffi says, let's do that"

My mother has asked me a bit of a frightening question, but I got nothing. No, don't put pressure on me to get to a celebratory seat like this. Oh, no, no, no, no.

It was Lang who came up on the stage as he was desperately distracted from his gaze from his snug mother. Up on the stage, Lang looks over at the participants gathered at the venue.

"Participants, please be quiet. Again, let me now carry out a festival to celebrate the birth of His Royal Highness the King of Anisphere. The host is me, Lang Voltaire."

Lang gives a bow of grace, then calls to the venue. Then the gaze of the participants who were bickering gathers to Lang. The gaze that can be directed at Lang is varied.

Lang pierces a faceless expression that does not move his expression. And then, once again, I turn my gaze to the seat where me and Uffi sit.

"Again, Her Royal Highness the King of Anisphere. I'm late for my original birthday, but thank you for entrusting me and the Ministry of the Spirit with the partitioner for the birthday."

"... it is an excessive word for me that I have so far scorned my royal duties. In the future, we want to recognise our pride and consciousness as royalty and to do our part. Without the proposal of the Ministry of Spirituality, this opportunity would have been taken up until next year."

"To keep up with your expectations, this one is ready to challenge you for today's Birthday. Now, until now, let me offer my congratulatory words, and celebrating the birth by wearing a blessing by the Spirit Stone was the traditional birthday formula. But the remarkable reform by Her Majesty Queen Uphilia has increased the demand for spiritual stones"

Lang's words were addressed to us as well as to the participants in the venue. Seems like the color of tension has increased within the quiet venue.

"We have carried out a review of the traditional rituals that consume large quantities of spiritual stones, now full of anticipation and hope in various respects in the propagation of the propaganda achieved by Her Majesty the Queen of Uphilia, as advocated by Her Royal Highness the King of Anisphere. The Ministry of the Spirit has once again given the country a mission to inherit and tell about culture and tradition. We believe that we must adapt the culture we have built to the changes we have made in our time. But change must not mean disconnection of tradition. It is by inheriting the past that we have the present."

Lang's speech continues. Lang clears up between you so you can breathe.

"Hopefully this event by the Ministry of the Spirit will be a new tradition that will connect the past with the present. Here is the light and darkness of the original plains, the protection of the four great fires, the earth, the water, the wind, all the spirits that are universal in this world. With this congratulations we celebrate the birth of His Royal Highness the King of Anisphere and offer our prayers to the Spirit. And this is the blessing I give to His Royal Highness King Anisphere Sister from the Ministry of the Spirit. - Orchestra, forward!

Make a forceful declaration after Lang reads out the congratulations. At the same time, it is the musicians with the instruments who come in from behind on the altar, which was arranged separately from our altar.

All the instruments held by the musicians were strings. Violin, viola, cello, contrabas. And it was the colour of the instrument that caught my eye. The instrument was color-coded as if it represented each spirit with white, red, tea, blue, green, black.

"In lieu of the original ritual, today we dedicate a song to celebrate the birth of His Royal Highness the King of Anisphere by means of an instrument specially ordered through the machining technique also used for demonic props, and we hope for the protection of the Spirit. Ladies and gentlemen, listen up for a moment."

Lang thanked him and raised his face and looked to the conductor who stood before the musicians. The conductor, instructed by Lang's gaze, nods with a slightly tense look.

The venue's light is also dropped, and the conductor lifts the baton where it dims, - and the performance begins.

The song played is a song that celebrates a common birthday in the Kingdom of Palettia. Man and Spirit walked over together and lived hand in hand. So it's a song with a desire and a prayer to give this child, born in this country, protection and blessing as well.

The musician's skill is also impeccable. A comfortable performance continues to be played in the ear. Then I realized that Uffi, sitting next to me, made me jump on my shoulder for a moment.

"-Annis."

"Huh? What?

Yufi called my name with a slightly rubbed voice. Something crossed the edge of my sight when I thought it was unusual for Uffi to speak up during the performance.

The light was shaking loosely at the venue where the light had dropped. I remember seeing something similar to that light. It's a sight in the depths of that black forest where I visited Lhumi to explore the truth of the Spirit Covenant.

Fluffy, six-colored light drifts brightly as it plays. It is obscure in shape compared to the Spirit obeyed by Rhumi in the Black Forest, and the intensity and presence of light and everything is thin.

"Yufi, what is this..."

Inquiring about Uffi with an accidental breath, Uffi was narrowing her eyes and smiling softly. Uffi is a spiritual contractor. That's why I exhale as I was convinced by the way I daunted somewhere that there was something to feel.

"... oh, really? If chanting is about bringing prayer, wishful things to the Spirit, then music can also be said to include chanting."

"Then when you play with an instrument processed with demonic props..."

"You will be invited to the Spirit and given form. It's just not as clear or practical as magic."

Fluffy, the spirits that were flying around to pull the tail of the six-colored light that was drifting in the air begin to gather beside me. And the light falling zero falls like scaly powder. It's like waving a scaly powder of light at me.

To a very fantastic sight I hold my breath and stretch my hand over that scaly powder. Then one light wrapped Spirit after another approached me so that I could touch him, and he jumped around the venue like he was shaking.

"Spirit stones are gifts from the Spirit. The Spirit is a fragment of the world, a mirror that reflects the will of man. If you play with your wishes, the Spirit takes shape in response to prayer. … this is an indisputable blessing. Anis."

"... Wow, that's beautiful"

I accidentally zero my admiration breath. Was that the same for all the participants, even in the dark I could see that everyone was chasing with their eyes the light flying around the venue.

The performance also enters a good environment, and the musicians' performance is feverished. And the end comes to bite the aftertaste. The sound slowly interrupts and the light of the Spirit fades away with the end of the performance.

Eventually - the venue was all wrapped up in the sound of applause at once to hang up and start applauding as someone remembered. I also forget me and give applause to the musicians.

Even as the musicians sweat on their foreheads with their well-done faces, they give thanks. Then, while I was paying attention to the musicians, I noticed that Lang was coming to the royal seat.

"Her Royal Highness Princess Anisphere"

"Lang"

"… I would like to congratulate you sincerely on your birth. Blessings and blessings be upon you!

Lang kneels down and gives a thank you. Again, applause and cheer boil from the venue.

I was looking at Lang in a state of oblivion, and then Yufi shook my hand. My gaze is off the lang and directed toward Uffi.

There was something that conveyed my cheeks with that momentum. It was only after a moment of delay that I realized it was tears, and when I realized it was tears, my tear glands were stimulated at once.

I wondered how she could cry so much, and I could see Uffi nodding small as she held my hand.

Yuffi's expression is a gentle smile, and he keeps looking at me with his eyes like he sees a toddler. That Uffi gaze led me to the answer to my floating question.

"I've been blessed by this world, haven't I? To the people who live in this country, to the spirits who seem to stop by."

"Yes. Until now, you did not wish to be blessed for being heretical. But this blessing would never have been born without you. Anis."

Uffi reaches out and wipes my tears.

"You are now living blessed by this world. They respect that raw thing. So laugh."

"... yeah"

I can't stop crying. But you don't have to stop it.

Slowly I rose to my seat and I turned to Lang in tears.

"Lang Voltaire. It was more than I expected, this achievement deserves my amazement too. An endless thank you to the Ministry of the Spirit for all that it has done for this day. - Thank you for celebrating me."

"- It's an unbearable word. Please, have a healthy year. And we look forward to blessing you again next year on your birthday."

With his knees on, Lang smiled at me and said so.

See you next year. Protect and bless the Spirit to the sons born in this world.

This would be an achievement that everyone would acknowledge. All I could do was smile satisfied.

"Lang"

"... Miguel?"

"Oops. Tired."

At the end of the festival dedicated to His Royal Highness the King of Anisphere, the presentation returns once again to the social setting. Everyone is talking about how touched they are tonight, rapping about it.

In that corner, Lang, who was keeping his back on the wall in a hidden shadow, called the familiar name of his face sneaking in without sound to snort.

Miguel, called by name, stands as if to keep his back next to Lang, floating as usual. A glass of wine is held in his hand.

"Did Her Royal Highness the King of Anisphere give you heartfelt praise for stroking your chest?

"... hmm"

"Dude, I'm praising you, huh? Good for you. Now you've got the face of the spiritual ministry, haven't you?

"Well. I just want to hope this excitement never ends."

"You're not being honest either."

Miguel flaunts his shoulder at Lang, who reacts more and more.

"It is not yet sufficient to investigate instruments that have undergone the same processing as demonic props. I tried several times, but depending on the skill of the musicians, it may not have been possible to express the Spirit. Nor is it true if even the same musicians always ask if they can summon the Spirit. Still unstable technology."

"This will be enough for a short time."

"That is also only because of the accumulated research of His Royal Highness Sister Wang.... nothing is my handle. This is just the result of the royal sister-in-law."

"You're not really honest, you!

Miguel looked back toward Lang as if he were frightened, keeping his eyes rounded.

At the end of Lang's gaze is the figure of Anisphere talking to Uphilia. He looked at the two of them, slightly loosening his mouth and smiling.

- Maybe it was easy.

"What?

"If I had thanked you, maybe there would have been a different future.... I just thought so. It won't happen again."

"... maybe"

Gently lift the wine glass Miguel had in one hand. There's another glass of wine in Lang's hand too, where he kept his back on the wall, trying to put his arms together.

Miguel laughs joyfully and Lang lifts the wingslass to the same position as each other in a sigh.

- Cheers. Quietly the sound of a glass of wine was played.