What did I even do to be classified as a potential suitor in her eyes?

  Is it normal to be attracted to someone who overpowers you?

  It’s barely been a week since I’ve reincarnated, and I’ve got to deal with this!

  I sighed, realizing the turbulent state of my thoughts. Somehow, a marriage proposal makes even less sense than a declaration to kill the victim in front of their face.

  Another thing to investigate on top of my growing list of concerns.

  My summoner wasn’t in his room at the moment, which meant I made the impulsive decision to skip my last period’s class. Not that I’d be able to learn anything productive at the moment, but the heart of the diligent student in me wrenched at the idea.

  Is there a magic that helps people transcend language barriers?

  That would be convenient, but I haven’t seen anything that suggests the idea. The magic I’m thinking of that could feasibly tackle this idea would be something you’d find in Harry Potter or Familiar of Zero. Everything I’ve seen suggests that magic in this world is intrinsic and instinctive, like moving your arm or kicking, but to achieve proper mastery, you’d need to train by repeatedly using that limb a certain way in order for it to feel natural.

  The reason I was suddenly concerned about getting past this language barrier as soon as possible is that I wanted to-, no, needed to reject her. Marriage simply isn’t an option with my current circumstances. I barely know anyone, past impressions that are likely misconstrued, and I’m barely starting to get the hang of this new life.

  Actually… if Mr. Blonde went out of the way just to tell me I had gotten a marriage proposal, then he’d be able to help me reject her sincerely.

  His drawings for me have been to the point in expressing his ideas, and since he knows this language, he can try interpreting my illustrations and relay those things to Electric Blue. Although it’s unconventional to have a middleman for a marriage proposal rejection, it’s better than trying to express that myself. Certain words and phrases I’m thinking of just can’t be visualized on the fly.

  I need to express the statement, “Sorry, but I can’t accept your proposal. The thought of it is overwhelming, and I currently don’t have the headspace for it.”

  I sat up, realizing something.

  Actually, it might be possible to express that statement through visualizations only. I just need to make a diagram of the brain with slices of different scenarios to represent thoughts, and have a depiction of marriage outside that brain to express, “I don’t have time to think about that.”

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  It’s perfect!

  I took a seat at the table and began working on the diagram-style comic. The art style needed to look silly and cartoonish to put emphasis on the thoughts and scenarios depicted. Putting too much detail on unnecessary things could ruin the intended message.

  Alright, the basic concept is done. Now I just needed to work on the setup.

  I leaned back in the chair.

  There are major differences between treating the marriage as a distraction, being too distracted to think of marriage, and feeling too overwhelmed to consider marriage as a life path. If you were to try to portray these ideas purely through illustration, how would the final production turn out? Staying under the restriction of the same person experiencing these scenarios separately, and having no chronological relation to each other, would you be able to accurately portray these in as few images as possible?

  Maybe skipping my last class was a good call.

  These were the ideas I needed to think about. I already headbutted her out of fear for my life; I didn’t need her to think I hated her out of spite.

  “Hmmm…”

  The problem is, I don’t know what she’s been told by Ms. Grey and Mr. Blonde. If the truth behind my existence is meant to be secret, something I haven’t exactly committed, then what I intend to tell her and what she’s been told could clash.

  Imagine she was very convincingly told that I can’t use my mouth to speak because of an injury from a long time ago, and then, for whatever reason, I decided to say something. That would be terrible timing, and the people who are trying to cover for me lose credibility in speaking for my situation, leading to those who caught my lie to go and talk to me myself.

  The only way they’d be able to speak about my ‘predicament’ on my half would be to let students come up with their own conclusions and expand upon that. Except, the best way to get accurate information on that would be to have someone as close to the heart of these rumors as possible, and have that person relay that information to the teachers.

  I felt my brows furrow at the train of thought.

  If that were true, then it would mean someone’s spying on me, or is at least keeping a close eye on me and watching the fallout of my actions.

  Is it my summoner?

  It’s certainly a possibility. He’s directly responsible for summoning me.

  Although with our current relationship, it feels like I’m more of a pet than a roommate. Also, who’s insane enough to spy on their own dog?

  Ugh…

  What about Fireboy?

  Maybe… his timing when he helped rescue my summoner from bullying felt too convenient to be a coincidence. What was I doing that led up to that moment? It was before my enrollment. During that time, I was exploring the school to get a feel for the place. I think I was exploring and just stumbled upon that.

  I need to properly recall what I was doing before I accuse Fireboy of being a spy.

  The sounds of the door opening and closing interrupted my thoughts, and my summoner walked in. Judging by the expression and tone of voice, he said something equivalent to “oh, you’re here!”

  Wait, he’s glad to see me?

  I recalled from his previous expressions how he had apparent mixed feelings about me being his roommate, among other things. Is it because I fought against his bullies?

  How laughable. To even consider him as a spy for my activities. Maybe paranoia’s getting to me.

  I put away my thoughts and returned my attention to the comic I was working on.

  How the hell did I go from peacefully rejecting a marriage proposal to thinking I’m being spied on?

  After spending a few hours on my comic, my summoner urged me to sleep. I decided to put away my incomplete comic in a colored folder before going to sleep.