As a Second Reincarnation Bonus, I Kept Rerolling and Ended Up Reincarnating as the Character Who Should’ve Had the Easiest Life... or So I Thought - Episode 7: Sensing Magic Power

Episode 7: Sensing Magic Power

When they stepped into the shop, the inside was dim.

It looked like a place where a fortune-teller might appear. Yet, it also looked like an ordinary house.

A place that seemed to have a unique character, and yet didn’t — the brothers found the building rather eerie.

Just moments ago, Iru had been full of curiosity and insisted on coming in. But now he shrank behind his older brother.

“Oh? Could it be… perhaps the owner is out. Magic shops can be quite whimsical, you see. It’s not uncommon for them to look open but actually be closed.”

The butler Cézard laughed casually. Atlas stayed silent. He was staring intently into the back of the shop.

“Hey, Onii-chan. What have you been looking at this whole time?”

“…No, someone is there. But I just can’t see them clearly.”

“Eh!? S-someone’s… there…?”

Iru’s voice gradually shrank and finally faded away completely.

He was clearly frightened, likely imagining ghosts.

“It’s not anything scary. Just… I see. This is an illusion spell.”

“‘Illusion’… what’s that?”

“It’s magic that shows deceptive appearances. Hey, old man, do magic shops often try to deceive customers?”

The butler Cézard thought for a moment. He then shook his head with a friendly smile.

“To my knowledge, I’ve never known one to deceive.”

“Then the person here must be quite an eccentric. What do you say, Iru? Want to see what’s ahead?”

Iru hesitated for a moment. But he eventually nodded. His curiosity hadn’t completely faded.

“Then follow me. I bet we’ll see something interesting.”

With that, the seven-year-old boy walked confidently deeper into the house.

His younger brother, not wanting to be left behind, nervously followed close behind.

(I can feel magic power. A nostalgic feeling. This part of the world resembles the one from my past life.)

In a dim and strange room, as he walked along the red carpet laid out on the floor, the faint magic power he had sensed began to grow stronger.

Cézard was slightly surprised by the way Atlas advanced without hesitation.

(So young, yet he fears neither darkness nor magic. Master Atlas is definitely not an ordinary child.)

Normally, the impression others — even his parents — had of Atlas was that of a dazed, lovable boy.

But the butler viewed him from a different perspective.

With years of experience judging people, he had a strong feeling that Atlas hid extraordinary talent.

As if to confirm the butler’s prediction, the boy followed the faint traces of magic. He gradually drew closer to something hidden.

Eventually, the small boy stopped in front of a blank wall at the end of the path.

(There’s magic power beyond this?)

When he slowly stretched out his right hand, it passed through the wall.

And as he stepped forward with his whole body, he emerged into a completely dark corridor where nothing could be seen.

“Eh!? Wh-what is this!?”

Iru was gripping his brother’s clothes tightly. He was startled.

Atlas looked around. He was examining the black surroundings carefully.

“Magic power is flowing.”

That faint force he’d been sensing all along —

Rather than simply rising up on its own, it seemed to be guiding them in the correct direction.

With that guess in mind, Atlas sharpened his senses even further and began walking through the invisible corridor.

“Don’t let go, okay?”

“O-okay.”

“My, my! To think there was a passage like this. How surprising.”

Even the butler was at a loss. The corridor was just that mysterious.

The boy at the front continued forward. He occasionally turned as he traced the flow of magic power.

About three minutes passed before he noticed the magic suddenly surging stronger.

He stopped walking and scanned his surroundings.

“There’s an exit.”

He murmured quietly. He then turned around and started walking again.

No one could recall exactly how they had navigated the black path. But there was clearly an exit up ahead.

Golden light gradually spread until a hole large enough for the three of them appeared.

What lay beyond the hole was an unfamiliar forest.

Surprised by the sudden change, Iru ran around in excitement, separating from his brother.

“Waaa! Amazing! We teleported to a completely unknown place! Old man! Do you know where this is?”

“Hmm… It feels like we’re near the Forest of Titans. But places like this also exist on the Hyde Road side… I’m afraid I do not know.”

Atlas had seen both locations on maps. But he thought neither matched this forest.

There were many forests in the Lothian domain and around the royal capital, each with its own name.

But this forest had strangely vibrant green trees. They were all thicker and taller than ordinary ones.

“Seems like we’re being called.”

Atlas began walking again. His voice was laced with slight exasperation.

“Eh? Who’s calling us?”

“Maybe… the master of this forest.”

He sounded annoyed. But inwardly, Atlas was impressed.

This world looked like something out of a picture book.

Such a fantastical scene was rare to behold.

In his past life, he had lived in a world far removed from warm fairy tales — 

A life full of bloody memories.

But this place, for some reason, brought him peace.

As they continued walking, they eventually reached a small hill.

The magic power had been faint at first. But it was now strong enough for anyone to feel.

At the top of the hill stood a small house with a red roof — the kind you’d see in a storybook.

“I shall be the one to greet them.”

The butler stepped forward.

Sensing the strong magical power, he worried that Atlas and Iru might be attacked.

But nothing like that happened.

When he rang the bell on the door, it was answered by a small girl.

“Welcome! Welcome to the Bersherika Magic Shop!”

Her cheerful voice caught the group by surprise.

Inside the house, shelves were lined with numerous magic books. And magical items like crystals and accessories were packed tightly into the small space.

“Are you the shop staff?”

“Yep! I’m the shop owner. That slowpoke over there is the store clerk.”

“Eh? The clerk is… the turtle?”

Iru widened his round eyes and stared at a large turtle slowly waddling around the shop.

“I’m not *that* slow, thank you very much.”

“Wahh!? It talked!”

“Is there something wrong with talking?”

And yes — it could speak.

The butler also exclaimed, “Oho!” in surprise. But Atlas calmly examined the magic books on the shelves.

“There are lots of talking magical creatures in the world, you know. That one’s Lou. I’m Bersherika. For… reasons, I’m stuck running this troublesome little business. Still, for a kid to reach this place — that’s amazing. So, who exactly *are* you?”

“Just lucky guesswork.”

Atlas dodged the question.

This shopkeeper gave off the vibe of a difficult person — someone he’d encountered many times in his previous life.

But how could someone who looked so young be the shopkeeper?

Curious, he took a closer look — and noticed her ears were a bit pointed.

Apparently, she wasn’t human.

“Fufufu. Fine, then. I’ll find out what kind of person you are myself. So, you buying a magic book or what?”

“I don’t know much about magic. But if I buy one, can I use it?”

“That depends entirely on the person. For example, this one—”

The shopkeeper Bersherika pulled a magic book from a shelf and opened it to show them.