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If it wasn't for my spells, crops would be having a hard time growing due to the contamination in the air made out of the miasma emanated from the demonic blood poured over the forest. Even if most was cleansed through the priests' magic, this contamination would remain. Without harming anybody but the crops, who are weaker and more delicate to these changes…
"I'm sorry…" My mother suddenly said, feeling guilty of having two children inside of her womb.
"D-Don't feel guilty about such a thing! I-It is all right! In fact, I am super happy of that!" Said my father. "Aren't you excited you're having two siblings, Blake? Right?" My father asked with a smile, trying to lift everyone's spirit.
"Of course I am happy! I will make sure to help them grow and teach them everything I know before I go to the Academy." I said. "And even then, you'll all come with me. Don't worry about money, mom."
"B-Blake…"
