"What if it turns out that I'm the goddess of magic's caliph?"
"You're just like your brother, don't you have anything else to worry about?"
I snapped my fingers and kept Napoli focused while I wondered why it was so difficult to get this man to be serious.
"Nothing much happens, really. You'll just be targeted by the demon race, which we classify as the dark races, and the church will call you and your family to live in the holy kingdom to protect you."
"Me too? I don't think I need protection."
"Of course. But don't think that's a bad thing, you don't know how much the Holy Kingdom values a caliph. You will probably soon have a life comparable to that of the highest nobility of this country, and if Arthur insists you can even live in a palace."
When I was born as the son of an ordinary peasant with a system, it was inevitable that I would reach the top of the world. but didn't it happen a little too fast?
