As the sun slowly descended, painting the sky in purple, orange and yellow hues, Blake only sat down in the town's library, reading and understanding more about the world he is currently residing in. It has been only 3 days since he suddenly came to this world, and thus, knew nothing of it. Only because in the original web novel, the author didn't explain anything about the kingdom. The only thing vivid in those 167 chapters were the sex scenes.
Blake : Really, if you were to make a book, atleast do some background research for your characters. This way, people who transmigrated into your book wouldn't have to suffer by reading too many books!! *cries*
Soon, heard stomach began to rumble. Closing the book and sliding it back into the bookshelf, he waddled my way back home. Yes, home. The home where Blake grew up in for the past 5 years.
It was a small cottage at the edge of town, there lived his single mother and grandfather. Both were sweet and loving people that worked hard for Blake's happiness as they weren't as well off as other commoners.
"Mother, I'm back!" Blake exclaimed as soon as he opened the door to the cottage.
"Oh, Blake! Come, come. I just finished making your favourite!" His mother said softly as she placed a big pot onto the wooden kitchen table.
His mother had long wavy smoky blue hair, having her tips shimmering silver as her deep blue eyes shivered with gold freckles. Her ears were long, sharp and pointed, a sign of her mixed race. Unlike what other people presumed, her skinny figure could carry both Blake and Blake's grandfather with one hand with ease. Blake's mother was deemed one of the most beautiful woman in the kingdom.
Blake: that was probably why Blake's biological father couldn't keep his hands off of her. What a scum.
"Chicken soup!?" Blake exclaimed with a shocked and excited expression, making his mother giggle.
"That's correct. Now go wash your hands and sit down. I'll prepare a bowl of rice for you," she said, walking back into the kitchen.
Blake nodded and rushed to the washroom, picking up the pail and washing his hands with soap and water. Running back to the dining table, his seat, already open he climbed up and successfully sat down as his mother clapped enthusiastically.
"My Blakey is all grown up now! I dont have to pick you up to put you in your seat now~" his mother praised, pinching Blake's cheek affectionately.
Blake : 'please... I forgot I was in a child's body. Only you can pinch my cheeks like this, Blake's mother,'
Soon, the door opened, revealing a man with several white hair strands poking out from his ebony locks. His brown eyes scanned the room and landed on Blake.
"Grandpa's home!" The man exclaimed, holding out his arms wide, for Blake to run into.
The man-turned-child hopped off his chair and ran towards the door where he shot like a bullet and jumped into the arms of his grandfather. His grandfather picked him up, placing his bulky arm under the child's knees.
His grandfather had graceful smile lines and frown lines, as small stubble grew along his jaw and a light moustache was under his nose. He was muscular, as he used to be the current royal knights commander's mentor and trainer. And now, he was a mere lumberjack who provided wood for carpenters and nobles and during winter, he provided the surrounding people, whether poor, rich or a different ethnicity, with wood to keep warm during the bitter cold days.
"Were you eating?" The man asked, looking over to his daughter, Blake's mother.
"We were just about to start. Come sit, father. I'll fix you a bowl," Blake's mother smiled and ran to the kitchen to fix up a bowl for her father.
Blake's grandfather walked to the dining table, placing his grandson on the child's chair as he sat down in his own seat.
"So, Blake what did you do today?" The man asked as soon as his daughter sat across from him.
"I went to the library and read about magic circles!" Blake said enthusiastically, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth a long with a piece of chicken.
"Oh?" Blake's grandfather had his interest peaked as he leaned to the smaller child and smiled,
"So what are magic circles?" The man tried to quiz his grandchild.
Blake cleared his throat and began his explanation on what he had understood.
"Magic circles, a force a being is born with and can be honed to be even higher stages. The average human child has a magic circle on the 4th stage while and a human adult can vary within the 7th to 8th stage. The highest stage would be the archmage, founder of the empire's magic circle, the 13th stage that surpassed any human expectations, capable of flattening mountains with a flick of a finger.
Magic circles also help people use spells, though the book said children can't do any complex spells, they can still do spells to play around with,"
"Our Blakey is so smart!" His mother exclaimed, pinching his cheek while his grandfather laughed out loud in amusement.
"Ho ho ho... indeed, you are smart. Now, can you guess what magic circle I am?" His grandfather asked with a proud smile.
Blake pondered for a moment, pondering and recalling the memories the original Blake had.
"An 8th stage?"
The room then went quiet. People could even hear a pin drop, if it did.
Blake: '.... was I wrong?'
"Very accurate," his grandfather finally responded, a look of pride and shock on his face before a bright smile carved on his face, patting Blake's head. He then, turned his head and stared at his daughter.
"What about your mother?"
Taking one glance at his mother, she curved into a bright smile.
"Uhh.... atleast a 12th stage?" Blake said with uncertainty, taking note that his mother was a half-elf, a race with superior magic circles.
"Unfortunately, I'm only an 11th stage magic circle mage," his mother giggled.
'Only?? Woman.... you're far stronger than the average man! You could've taken over the kingdom ages ago if you wanted to!' Blake screamed inside his head as his mouth curved into an O.
"So, how does one check their magic circle?" His mother asked, placing her chin on her palm as she gazed lovingly at her son.
Blake pondered for a moment, recalling the contents of the book he read earlier that day. And finally, he shrugged. He didn't know. The book didn't tell him how. And so, he was curious.
"Well you see, you open your palm, just like this," his mother said as she opened her palm. Blake watched as he too followed, along with his grandfather. "Then you close your eyes, imagine how you would envision your own magic circle. And slowly, pour your mana into the palm of your hand..... ta-da!"
Blake slowly peeled his eyes opened and saw the magic circle in his palm. 6 layers of a magic circle, stacked evenly on his palm, almost like an intricate rune from a video game in Kazuha's past life. The magic circle shone a soft whitish blue. Blake's eyes widened as he looked over to his mother's palm, seeing 11 layers of the same intricate magic circle designs. The layers on her palm shone as beautifully as her eyes, a deep blue. Then he turned to his grandfather, 8 layers of magic circles, shining a beautiful silver colour.
"As expected of my amazing wittle Blakey~!" His mother exclaimed and pinched his cheek.
"That's amazing, Blake. For a 5 year old, you're already at a 6th stage. You're a genius, my boy," his grandfather laughed.
The dinner table filled with laughter as they ate in harmony.
The story plot that Blake forgot : "imma ruin this"