A few years later.
Now Cleon is 6 years old, he is very active in running and playing. But until now Cleon only played in the house and also in the yard, he never went out there at all. His curiosity was high, but his parents never gave him permission to play away, so he could only spend time around the house.
That morning Cleon just woke up and went out to look for his mother, it seemed that Emily and Helen were busy in the kitchen cooking. He walked with his eyes slightly closed because he still felt sleepy.
"Cleon, you're awake apparently," Emily said when she saw Cleon walking towards the kitchen.
"Good morning young master," Helena greeted with a sweet smile, in Cleon's heart she really wanted to hug him but it felt a little different.
Cleon walked and didn't answer Mom's or Helena's words, he walked to the bathroom to pee. Emily certainly noticed this when she was cooking. Then Cleon came out and sat down to watch his mother cook, but after a while he got bored and finally decided to leave the house.
Cleon headed for the courtyard, he lived the fresh air that morning. But suddenly his eyes fell on the sword his father used to practice with, he looked around to look for his father but it didn't seem to be there. Cleon instinctively tried to grab the sword with both hands.
"Wow! It turns out that this sword is so heavy, I didn't expect you to train with a sword this heavy," Cleon said as he tried to lift the sword.
Cleon mustered all the strength he had, it seemed that the sword was slowly starting to move up. This made Cleon even more excited and tried to raise the sword high. But suddenly from the direction of the kitchen Helena saw what Cleon was doing, she shouted in a very panicked tone.
"Young master!!"
Due to Helena's scream, Cleon was taken aback and dropped the sword. But it hurt him, because the sharp part of the sword fell and hit Cleon's leg until it bled. Emily and Helena immediately approached Cleon who had a leg wound with a very worried expression.
Emily quickly hugged Cleon and looked at the wound.
"What are you doing Cleon, you're hurt," Emily said frantically. "Let mother treat it."
Cleon couldn't help but stare at the two of them panicking, the wound on his leg didn't feel so good to him that he felt fine. Emily suddenly raised her right hand to Cleon's head, then closed her eyes and she said something.
"Extremely abundant holy power. Cure!"
Instantly a bright green light flashed from Emily's palm which landed on Cleon. It made Cleon very surprised because he felt a strange sensation on his body, the blood on his leg started to stop and slowly the wound healed. Cleon tried to wipe the wound and he smiled widely because the wound was completely healed without any scars.
"Wow! It turns out that besides being beautiful, my mother is also great," Cleon said in his heart, looking at his mother's face.
"How's Cleon? Does it still hurt?" Emily asked.
Emily's question made Cleon surprised then nodded his head and immediately hugged his mother in reflex.
"Your mother used to be an adventurer," Emily said with a big smile.
"Mom is really great, I want to learn it immediately," said Cleon with high spirits.
"No, it's still not time for you to learn magic. For now what you have is not enough to use it."
Suddenly from behind Dante immediately ran to them with a panicked expression when he heard someone shouting.
"What is it?! I heard someone screaming?"
"Dear! If you put your sword, don't carelessly, Cleon was playing with your sword. Then the sword hurt Cleon's leg, I was really worried. It's all because of you carelessly putting down your sword."
"Oh I'm sorry honey, I rushed to the back. But how is Cleon doing?"
"He's healed with my magic."
"Father, teach me magic right now!" said Cleon excitedly to his father.
Dante stroked Cleon's head gently and smiled. "Then you will definitely learn magic, for now is not the time. Be a good child."
Hearing the answer from his father, Cleon was a little disappointed but he himself couldn't force it so he could only obey what his parents said.
**
Several days have passed, almost every night before going to bed Dante reads a book to accompany Cleon. From there, Cleon also slowly learned to read because the language and words used in this world were far different from his first world.
Cleon's days were spent playing, now he loved being in the upstairs warehouse. He saw a chest that was quite large, with curiosity he opened the chest. Inside were only a few very thick books, Cleon took them all and started trying to see what book this was.
"What's this? Magic manual?" Cleon muttered as he looked at the cover of the book.
Cleon slowly started to open the first page, he tried to read carefully. "I seem to have seen something like this in my past life. For example, chanted spells and magic circles. It's like in the movies I've seen so many times."
Cleon began to try to understand the book, he found something very interesting, namely casting spells and it turned out that there were various kinds of magic patterns. Apart from that, there was something much more intrigued by him, namely the amount of mana each person had determined from the moment they were born. From there Cleon started to think maybe he could use it, he remembered all the ability cards he chose when reincarnating, it would definitely help him.
Cleon stood up and stretched his arms forward with open palms, he tried to look back at the spells written in the magic manual.
"May this majestic blessed water come down where you want, flowing cool in this place. Waterballs!"
Cleon suddenly felt a strange sensation on his body, like an energy rising from under his feet then rising up and towards the front of his open palm. A water vapor twisted in his palm and formed a small ball of water and fell in front of him. This made Cleon very surprised, he was confused because he saw the floor was wet with water. He immediately took a cloth to clean the floor from the water it produced.
"Shouldn't this water fly out?" said Cleon while looking at his own two palms.
This time Cleon walked over to the window and stuck his hand out again the same as before. "I'll try one more time."