I’m the only programmer in a different world~ The knowledge of my previous life, reincarnated and revived, is demon king class. I was abandoned by my family, but I feel like the law of the world liked me. Even if you asked me to come back, it would be too late. Strongest matchless with programmed spells~

　Had he been reincarnated as a child of an aristocrat?

　Apparently, it doesn’t seem like a winner.

　My memory says that I got beaten up because I didn’t have enough magic power.

　The average for commoners is 100, so it’s normal.

“After all, she’s the mother of a commoner. After that woman died, I took care of her just in case. This is no good. Get out of here. Don’t mention your family name anymore.”

　Hey, he’s 6 years old now.

　Are you going to evict a six-year-old child?

　Is it a loser decision?

　But it’s better than the black company in my previous life.

　It’s average magic power.

　You should go out.

　The brain is an adult.

　we can work it out.

　I pass my ex-brother in the hallway.

“Thank you”

“What kind of greeting do you have for your brother? Do you want to be turned into charcoal with magic?”

“As of today, we are no longer family. We are strangers.”

“Hahaha, have you been disowned? This guy is hilarious. He’s going to die somewhere. There’s no need to put down his hand.”

“See you then.”

　Without looking back, I went straight to the front door and passed through the gate of the mansion.

　Now what shall we do?

　First of all, it’s a Halloween-like place.

　This is the royal capital, so there’s probably at least a mouth-filling shop.

　Before that, I have to think about what my special skill will be.

　I can write.

　I don’t know what the literacy rate is in this world, so how about making this a special skill?

　Anyway, it’s up to you to gather information.

　I know there are monsters out there.

　However, unless you use magic, you won’t be able to compete with a 6-year-old child.

　The way the magic is activated is known from the memory of the body’s owner.

　Shall we try it?

　Move the magic to your fingertips and imagine a fire lighting up.

“[Target fire]. Hehe, the fire has really been lit.”

　From my experience, my magical power has decreased by about 10%.

　It’s pathetic that it was canceled after 10 lights.

　According to my memory, the amount of mana can be reduced by lengthening the spell.

　Spells are an aid to imagery, but it’s difficult to improve mental imagery.

　We all know that it takes oxygen, fuel, and temperature to start a fire.

　It would be a spell to improve.

“[Ignition using magical power as fuel at a temperature of 500 degrees]. Oh, the decrease in magical power is much less than before. I guess it’s about a third of what it was before.”

　I understand that you can reduce the magical power, but the longer you chant, the longer the gap becomes.

　It’s hard to make a living as a magician.

　It must have been bad for me to walk around with such a stupid face.

　A cloth bag was suddenly placed over my head.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up. You’ll understand if you say it.”

　Something that looks like a knife is placed against his back.

　ok calm down

　When my hands and feet were tied, the cloth bag was removed, and this time I was gagged.

　Packed in a barrel, I don’t know what happened next.

　Judging from the shaking and sound, it seems that they are being transported in a carriage.

　Before I knew it, the carriage had stopped and I was dropped off in front of a house in the forest.

　He was carried on his back and taken to a cellar in a cellar.

　There is already a girl customer in the prison with iron bars.

　The girl is about the same height as me and is wearing pants and a shirt.

　If his hair was short, he might have thought it was a boy.

　She has indigo hair and strong-willed golden eyes.

　It kind of reminds me of a cat.

　It’s also a wildcat, not a domestic cat.

“I’m tight. I can tell without asking, but what’s the situation like?”

“My name is Myra. I was captured by a kidnapper. After a while, I will be sold as a slave.”

　Her name and voice are both girls.

　I’m glad I wasn’t mistaken.

“I see, you’re a slave. If you don’t escape, your future will be dark.”

“If it’s possible.”

　I put my hand on the iron grate and put my strength into it.

　Don’t budge.

　It’s a basement, so there are no windows.

　You can’t get out even if you dig through the wall.

　However, since the wall is made of bricks, it can’t be dug without tools.

　It’s a desperate situation.

　Judging from the terrain, there was little hope that anyone would come to help us even if we shouted.

　No tools.

　I tried to see if I could open the lock with a wire.

　Is it magic if you aim for a one-shot reversal?

　According to my current knowledge, if I chant the pilot spell 33 times, it’s over.

　If you raise the temperature to about 3,000 degrees, you might be able to burn out the iron.