21 21, Curse, can't you make it?

Almost six months after my brother was gone,

In two weeks I will finally be three years old.

There are no 753 here.

When it comes to events since I was two years old, it's about an entrance ceremony.

Summer is over. Autumn is here.

There are also four seasons in this kingdom.

A short autumn and a slightly longer winter also come to the border frantia.

Though not at a level where you can't go out with snow.

It's an obscure winter that's colder than autumn.

It's a key smelter circulation, but it hasn't been done yet.

That was a tortoise walk in the beginning.

It was the fineness of the hair.

Now it's as fast as a horse, about the thickness of a three-year-old's arm.

It's only a physical sensation because it's not visible, but I think it's making progress.

But from the speed and thickness my mother told me, it's half.

I tried my best.

But I regret it, so it's a special session until my birthday.

No letter studies, no werewolves!

I'll even do the Smelter Circulation all over you.

I'm tired...

Wasn't it a good idea to have been training while playing, while studying?

Seriously concentrate and don't keep it for two hours if you do it continuously.

Is this feeling important?

Is it still only by attacking to the limit that there is growth?

By the way, potions are forbidden.

I don't know why.

You're not supposed to be consuming magic power, so there's no point in drinking magic potion, but you feel tired blowing up.

Let's say natural recovery with bath, meal and sleep.

I'll probably turn it around as soon as I feel healed.

It circulates all over the bath and in bed.

Curse gave a glimpse of the typically cushy nature that you wouldn't do if you weren't pushed this way.

At this young age, this single scale, the future, is at stake.

Tomorrow is finally my birthday.