◇Houghtow City—Flio's House◇
The evening sun shone down on Flio's house when a magic circle
suddenly appeared in front of the main entrance. A teleportation portal
emerged—a solitary door. Without missing a beat, it swung open.
Flio sighed as he stepped out. He had spent the day teleporting all over
the Magical Kingdom of Klyrode, doing sales talks with people in various
cities. Some of the distances he had traveled would take months by
carriage. Flio was the only human in the world who could teleport that far
so many times in one day. When he reached Level 2, he had obtained
immense magical power. But Flio had no awareness of how strong he really
was. Instead, he had deluded himself into thinking that the feats he could
accomplish were normal for magic users in this world.
"I guess that does it for work," he said. "Time to head home." He
stretched and then headed for the front door when he heard Wyne's voice
from overhead.
"Yaaay, dada! It's dada!" She was descending fast, dragon wings on her
back and a big grin on her face. Her wings closed up as she went into a
dive, straight for Flio.
Wyne was still a child, but she was nevertheless the mightiest dragonewt
soldier alive. Her charge was enough to level mountains. But Flio
immediately began casting spell after spell—Absorb Impact, Wall of Iron,
Immunity... Each was advanced magic requiring a long casting time, but
Flio cast them without any incantation whatsoever. He caught her, holding
her in his arms.
"Dada! Welcome home! Welcome home!"
"It's good to see you, Wyne," Flio said. "Have you been a good girl?"
Wyne beamed, rubbing her cheeks against Flio's. "Yeah! I've been a
good girl all day!"
Still holding Wyne in his arms, Flio went inside.
"Gwowr!" This time it was Sybe who went to pounce on him when it
noticed him coming through the door. Sybe wasn't nearly as powerful as
Wyne, but as a psychobear, it boasted tremendous destructive might, even
when it was only playing.
The scenario played exactly like it had with Wyne. Flio immediately
began casting spell after spell...and you can imagine the rest.
"I'm home, Sybe! Ah ha ha! Sybe! That tickles!" Flio grinned and
laughed as the psychobear licked his face.
"Hey!" said Wyne. "No fair, Sy-Sy! I wanna lick dada's face too!"
Determined not to lose to Sybe, Wyne began licking Flio's face as well.
"W-Wyne!" said Flio, a perturbed expression crossing his face. "That's
enough!"
"Oh! Papa!"
"Dad! Welcome home!"
Drawn by the commotion in the entryway, Elinàsze and Garyl ran
downstairs and came up to their father.
"Hello, Elinàsze! Hello, Garyl! I'm home!"
"Welcome home, papa," said Elinàsze, a bright smile on her face. "I
hope your work went well?"
"Good job at work, dad!" said Garyl. "Hey, guess what happened at
school!"
"Not now, Garyl!" Elinàsze scolded her brother. "Papa is tired from
work! We should let him rest first."
"Fine, fine. I'll let him rest a bit."
Flio watched the twins argue with his usual easygoing smile. And then,
Rys appeared.
"Welcome home, my lord husband," she said. "Dinner will be ready
soon. Why don't you relax until then?"
"Thank you, Rys!" said Flio, smiling at his wife. "Now, to the living
room..."
Rys went to give Flio a hug, but with Wyne and Sybe already clinging to
him and Elinàsze and Garyl crowding around, she was unable to get close.
Flio gave her a wry smile. He asked Sybe to step back a bit and beckoned
Rys to him with his now-empty right hand. Grinning, Rys jumped into his
arms.
It wasn't as deadly a charge as Wyne's, or even Sybe's, but it was still a
rather forceful tackle. So Flio began casting spell after spell...et cetera.
"Welcome home, my lord husband!"
"I'm home, Rys!"
The two embraced, smiling happily. Before long, the rest of the family
had gathered as well. It looked like it was going to be a typical evening at
Flio's house.