I was thirsty. There was no water left in the jug on the table. My mother, father, and sister are also nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they have left already.
People around me used to call me an idiot and slow, but I understood everything. I just did not like to talk that much. I guessed when they found out I was sick, my parents finally abandoned me.
I could not blame them. It would be hard for them to keep a sickly son with their financial situation. And there was my sister too, who soon would have to get married.
As my flame of life diminished, I became more and more anxious. I was not afraid of death, but I was scared I could not get to see Silvia for the last time.
'That's right. I still have that.'
One day, Silvia gave me a vial with a potent potion. She said it was supposed to help me amplify my magic power. However, since it was the first gift from her, I did not use it and kept it with me until this time.
