After showing the show, I was able to request a magical investigator as I wanted.

I studied another five years and got married in the process.

Due to problems, Francis had to take over the business and was only able to work every so often until he left it completely.

Happily I was able to drag him to my wedding rescuing him from a fifth blind date.

I faced my mortal enemy day after day ... my dear mother.

Due to my situation, we were never as attached as other children and she was very strict, so we fought throughout the school year.

She came up with amazing ideas and I was able to leave early.

But the interviews were very rigid and after many attempts I managed to get the job.

At the time she was 26 years old and Tami had retired to care for our daughter.

I started as a Pseudo-wizard and saw the wonders of magic in this advanced world.

Big, cumbersome circles were shortened and mergers of different attributes were endless.

They began to investigate time, creation, and the soul.

Thanks to my invention, this latest progress made a lot and the dragon egg experiment had a better chance of success.

But I was too far away to join the team and could only continue studying magic spells and circuits.

It is said that modern Magic was thanks to a Great Archmage who spent his life researching Magic but he died of carelessness and all his theories were found thousands of years later.

At that moment my forgotten work as a programmer shone again.

Even these already simplified circles were made smaller and more practical with my help.

Thanks to that, I was promoted to team leader in just a few months and had more time to go home.

My daughter was a bit naughty and I could only calm her down by telling them old stories that seemed a bit entertaining at the time but to her and my wife they were amazing.

"... and that girl could freeze an entire kingdom, she must have been a great wizard!"

"The truth is that I did not like her family relationship very much"

"... what a beautiful love, in the end she was able to free him from that spell and they lived together!"

"I'd rather you don't find someone of her type"

"... awww I also want to travel to a world under a tree!"

"There are worlds everywhere ... walls, cabinets, paintings ... yes ... it is better to stay here"

And so she grew up and her school life began and I was able to join the team after my father gave me her place.

She was already 34 years old at the time and the soul machine was an unknown version number that they created in the lab but there was no progress.

What did these guys think ...

How could a simple rabbit replace a dragon? Are they really geniuses among geniuses?

But seeing that my progress was no better than theirs, I decided to complain only in my mind.

A dragon is a proud species rich in magic.

What would be the best that could replace your soul in the sleeping body?

But in the end they scrapped my idea because of how eccentric and dangerous it sounded.

So now I run a rabbit farm in hopes that it will help.

Take advantage of that free time to investigate something dangerous in me.

In the new version I made to scan myself and discovered a small stain on my soul.

It was a small inconspicuous black dot that formed a path the size of a thread that came out of my heart.

Was he being invaded by something? Hey how dangerous.

I decide not to be passive and look for ways to get it out of my body.

But seeing how the machine only filled up and the point remained the same, I decided to forget it.

Maybe in the future I will make a more powerful machine.

2 years have passed since then and heaven seemed to hear our prayers and curses.

An old wizard decided to volunteer for my experiment.

In his youth he was very famous and he did not want to be left behind now that he died.

Upon scanning we discovered that his soul had the magical power of an archmage.

When we asked him, he just winked at us and we couldn't help but laugh.

"I always wondered what it would be like to become a dragon, jiejiejie"

"It must feel very cold, right?"

"HAHAHA"

Trying to ignore a bad joke from a colleague I had a bad feeling.

How is it possible for an old man to have that amount of power?

A natural archmage? You haven't seen one since the great war.

My ability gave me subtle little jerks through my body and I couldn't help but look at the old man.

To my knowledge, it was not possible to augment magic except with effort or some kind of abominable ritual ...

Sensing my sharpest observation, he looked at me and smiled but a cold sweat fell on my back.

Can I go home for dinner?

Today I had to eat my favorite Jabali cutlet.