Becoming a magician in another world

Even though it was a drunk Delet, someone was following me.

It’s not that there aren’t disciples who believe in returning.

However, Delight could not recover.

The number of disciples decreased, and later there was no one left. Inside, some people cried and apologized to Fran, saying they were sorry for not being able to keep up.

Fran prayed for the success of these disciples.

In fact, the disciples who stayed behind have found first-class jobs, led by the military.

As far as I know, being a disciple of Drait has its own influence.

Fran gave his blessing frankly. But that's where the trouble started.

"Ah, they're here today too. These guys are also very persistent."

Disciples who had given up on Drait early on wrote to him day after day, saying they wanted to be his disciple again.

Fran could only be surprised by this.

I thought it was many years ago when my father resigned from his position as the palace magician. I didn't open my eyes during that time, so I probably didn't have any talent.

Those who did bad things under Albert also seemed to want to start over by becoming De Wright's disciples, but their souls were visible.

"Anyway, I just want my father to arrange a job for me."

Many of the disciples who stayed behind sent him letters to congratulate him on his return, but to be honest it made me laugh to see such a huge difference among the disciples.

Among them, he even received a letter with suspicious content, such as restricting his father, wanting to marry Fran, and actually having feelings for her.

The boring desire that he would have peace in the future if he became the husband of the daughter of the magician Delight who returned to the palace was revealed.

"Well, although I can't say that my father is completely right, I don't intend to associate with someone who is not worth associating with."

There is the Duke of Ignatz, the Earl of Walker, and the Royal House of Skye, who did not abandon my father and supported me.

There is no need to force friendship with people who only care about power and status.

After Fran burned the letter with magic, he went to the cafeteria to prepare a meal for his father.

"...Come to think of it, the servant also said that he wanted to come back."

Because there was no money to pay their wages, the servants stopped working, but they were still worried about Delight and Fran.

The servants were later rehired with the help of Duke Ignaz and Count Walker, and near the end of the year, someone contacted me and said they wanted to hire me again.

Although I feel good, I spent several years with my parents as my only child. Now I can live without taking care of the maid.

The most important thing is that they can find new jobs where the salary is high. Although they are in a good mood, they hope to put work first.

"But if there is someone who can take care of my father, I can marry with peace of mind."

Although my father was of good age, he was a noble and had status, so it was not surprising that he remarried.

What Fran objects to is only looking at DeRight's position and forming a bond with the person who sent his daughter.

If the woman that Drite likes wants to remarry, as a daughter I will sincerely bless her.

"Having said that, your father is also a very troublesome man."

From the daughter's perspective, her father's personality is also difficult.

Such a father cannot be blessed unless he is someone who can provide good support in the future.

"Well, it shouldn't be strange that someone would marry an older father." It seemed that my father couldn't be unhappy now.

Seeing Sam, and reuniting with Ur, his face brightened up.

I don’t think I will have any affinity with women for the time being.

Fran also enjoyed taking care of her father anyway.

"Well, let's prepare the meal..."

It was time for Fran to go into the kitchen.

Knock, knock, knock. I heard the sound of knocking on the door of the mansion.

"No one is planning to come."

He tilted his head and walked out of the mansion. Someone in front of the door shouted his father's name.

Besides, where have I heard this sound before?

"who are you?"

As he inquired, wary of the visitor who kept knocking rudely on the door, a familiar voice called "Fran" came from the other side of the door.

I have a bad feeling.

"It's me, Mom!"

"--ah"

The visitor is his mother, Nancy, who left his father before anyone else.