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Because of my lack of strength, I fled the magic world in despair, opened a shop, and lived my life relying on my craftsmanship.
However, now that the real economy is in decline, simply opening a store cannot support myself, so I have to cut ties with the magic world and occasionally make some extra money within my ability.
I thought I could make enough money to retire safely, but the annoying Gojo-senpai would always appear occasionally and disturb my peaceful life.
Okay, considering that he is the strongest and he is indeed having a tiring life, I can barely endure it.
"Does Jingyue really hate me?"
"Of course not, I like senior the most~"
It's fake. It's spread throughout the magic world that I hate you. I'm sitting at the same table as the singer-sempai. Isn't that clear enough?
"But Jingyue's curse is too much. It's made me unable to sleep recently."
"... Huh?"
Can a mediocre magician like me be able to curse the strongest?
Although I couldn't believe it, after all, the six-eyed person who never made mistakes was still very credible. In order not to get into trouble, I sincerely apologized for my previous dark thoughts, and then asked him with a guilty conscience on how to solve my curse.
"This is difficult to handle... After all, Jingyue was also cursed by me and came back~"
The hateful Gojo said so.
Intention: twist and turn, accept yourself
