"Shin, do you mind enchanting my uniform?"
"I was gonna ask you the same thing."
It was late at night. We just got our test results back earlier. We also got our textbooks and school uniforms. Since we got the green light to re-enchant the uniforms as we wished, I hoped that Shin can do it for me.
Shin argued, "You're enchantments are better than mine. I've never seen your clothes ever get ripped. And they're comfy as well!"
"But that's just the thing," I countered. "My clothes are enchanted for durability, not defense, and for my maximum comfort, not survivability."
"Then what about the lightsaber? That thing can cut through anything. I even based off my Vibration Sword off that thing and tried to replicate it, but it was no use."
"But that's offensive power, not defense. I don't do defensive enchantments 'coz I suck at them. Thanks bro..." I tossed my uniform at him. Shin easily caught it while grumbling under his breath.
That was a lie. My defensive enchantments are quite amazing. But Shin couldn't prove it. No one has ever seen my handmade, ultra-cool, super-duper fashionable and fantastic enchanted suit of absolutely scrumptious and absolutely OP armor. I wasn't finished with the enchantments, that's why. There's no point showing off an incomplete product.
Although, I can't deny it's OPness despite being incomplete.
A sigh escaped Shin. Still, he got to work pretty soon.
Why was I asking Shin to enchant my uniform if I didn't need it? Good question. I won't answer it, but good question.
Alright fine. I won't need the enchantments. But maybe, MAYBE, someone else will in the future. I can just copy paste Shin's enchantments into something, and if not all the characters fit, I'll only leave the important parts in.
I'm a bit selfish. I want my op enchantments to only be used by me. The world doesn't need another dude with armor as good as mine, so if I ever needed passable enchantments for someone else's stuff, I can just paste Shin's.
While Shin was laboring on with the enchantments, I had a good sleep.
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Entrance ceremony time!
I woke up, ate some chicken wrap, cleaned myself up, got dressed, and all of this happened within the span of 20 minutes. But we won't leave until like, half an hour later? I basically have a lot of free time.
"Mister Steve."
I talked to the head butler to pass the time.
"You can refer to me as just 'Steve,' Young Master Thomas."
"Nah, I like calling you Mister Steve more. Anyway, can you think of something interesting magic can do?"
The head butler pondered on my question. "I think that it is interesting when magic is used to help plants grow."
"Wait, someone can actually make trees grow with magic? Who? Where?"
I thought only I could do that?
"Ah, I meant in terms of gardening, young master. Such as water magic to cover a wide field, or earth magic to create favorable terrain."
"Oh." I didn't let the disappointment show on my face. I had another question to ask. "Then, can you think of something that magic can't do?"
I, Thomas Wolford, am bored, once again. And no, I don't really feel like working on the Batcave and playing real-life Minecraft at the moment.
I want to do something, but I don't know what that something is yet.
"Frankly, Young Master Shin, I can't think of anything magic can't do."
"Well, it's fine. Maybe another time."
"Then, if you'll excuse me." Steve walked away to another part of the house. He's a busy butler, that guy.
Sigh. Sigh. Siiiigh. This world sure is boring.
"!"
I stood up.
...this world is boring?
Something about this line of thought gave me a sense of deja vu.
...Ferb, I think I know what we're gonna do today.
I checked a nearby clock. I still have 25 minutes until we had to leave. After setting up another Despacito timer, I opened a gate to the magic training grounds in the middle of nowhere and stepped right through.
It was early in the morning. The sky was clear, mostly purple, with a bit of orange in the horizon.
The decapitated trees were still here. If the Lorax saw this, he would've definitely cried. So, I casted a massive AoE fire spell that burned everything into ashes. After flattening the place to make it look nicer, I now had a nice, clean area to work with.
Now, how did people get reincarnated in those works of fiction I've read in the past? Reincarnation, Transmigration... what else? And through what medium? Trucks, surveys, just dying in general, a hero summoning, other kinds of summoning, etc. etc...
First, let's try to make a portal to another world.
I imagined a portal that led to a futuristic world with VR and fast WiFi. It didn't work. That's the first time my magic didn't work.
Maybe the amount of magic power I had simply wasn't enough. Or maybe, it worked similar to how gates function. I have to have had gone to that place first.
I imagined a portal that led to my apartment room.
"Oh?"
A portal appeared in front of me.
"That was easy."
I didn't go straight through it though. Instead, I picked up a rock and threw it at the portal.
The rock couldn't enter, as if blocked by some invisible barrier. I poked it with a stick made of pure mana, and I definitely felt something similar to a wall obstruct it.
Let's try to remove it.
"Kren." (Break—Improvised Shout)
The portal sizzled away.
"Didn't work, huh."
I thought of more methods and tried to make them work. Honestly, I had a lot of ideas, but it's the execution that mattered. Like, where am I gonna find a truck to hit me? Not in this world I won't. I can't even invent one since I don't know how engines work.
*Guitar Sounds* "Ayyyeee..... FONSI—!"
The timer went off.
"Time really passes, huh. I need a snack"
I opened a gate to the kitchen. I hope Head Chef Correll can make me a chicken wrap real quick...
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Me, Shin, Aug, and the rest of the students walked down the aisle. The parents, high-ranking nobles, and other guardians clapped from the side.
Us students sat on our designated seats right at the front. Lucky for me, I got an aisle seat, so I had a lot of leg room.
The headmaster/principal gave a speech about how this year's gonna be a good year and that we're looking forward to everything and so on. When he finished, it was time for the main event.
"Announcing the esteemed Shin Wolford, our top scorer in this year's entrance exam and a promising new addition to our student body!"
Speech time!
Shin promptly stood up and walked to the stage.
"Eh? Wolford?" Sizilien muttered in a low voice. She was close enough that I can hear her.
"Yeah. You didn't know?" I replied, smugly at that.
"Doesn't that mean... you're a Wolford too? The Magi's grandson?!"
"Yup."
Sizilien and Maria were absolutely gobsmacked.
"You... you're pretty shameless... you called yourself super handsome at the cafe..." Maria said something, but I couldn't hear her since she was mumbling and everyone in the hall was clapping.
Shin gave his speech. I prevented myself from yawning since speeches in general were boring. I just zoned out and suddenly he was sitting beside me again.
Then it was Uncle Dis's turn to give a speech. One moment he was there, then when I blinked, he was gone, like magic. No, I didn't fall asleep. I think.
Moving on!
A teacher lead us to our classroom. There were 10 other people with me in the class, so there were 11 of us overall. Class S usually only had 10 people, but they made an exception since two people got the perfect score this year.
I sat on one of the desks at the back. Then, the teacher introduced himself.
"I'm the teacher in charge of this class. The name's Alfred Marcus, and I'm an ex-magic army soldier. Let's all get along while we're here." He paused for a brief moment. "There are no lessons today. Do whatever you want, look around the campus or chat with other students. I'll meet you all tomorrow when things get real. Bye."
I like this teacher.
No classes on the first day.
Oh, what a feeling! Toyota. What?
"Psst!"
"?" I looked at where the noise came from.
Maria? What does she want? And she's calling Shin as well?
"Can you two come with me?"
"If it's just hanging out, there's no need to get all sneaky. Even the teacher said the whole day is free," I shrugged.
"It's not about that! Just follow me. It's about Sizilien."
"Is there a problem? Go ahead, lead the way." The mention of the S-word activated all the neurons in Shin's head.
Sizilien was just outside in the corridor. She seemed... unlike herself.
Maria explained. "There's a man stalking her."
Stalker? Stalker in another world?
But it made sense. If you think about it, with magic, someone can be the greatest stalker there is and never get caught. I reckon I can stalk someone and never get caught. Not like I would, but I could.
With great power comes great responsibility. I don't actually believe in that though. It's more of a creeps are creepy and they creep me out.
"He's trying to force Sizilien to marry him using his family name. It all started a few days after you saved us from the demon hunters."
"So it's a noble causing trouble?"
"Yes. And he goes to this school too. He was just in the entrance ceremony."
An upfront, impatient stalker? You fool! That's not how stalking works! And a noble one too! A noble! This stalker is going against all laws of convention!
Uhh, I wouldn't know what those conventions are though. I don't stalk people. I just assume that stalkers stalk, as in following or hunting something while hidden from view. Like a private detective or paparazzi. And that stalkers are usually pretty low in the social hierarchy, like degenerates or paparazzi.
"I'm sorry... for burdening you both with my worries... like this..."
"No, don't say that, Sizilien! It's good that you were willing to tell us!" Shin is right. If you want a stalker gone, it's better that you tell other people.
"Kuhum," I cleared my throat. "What do you want us to do then? How would you like to deal with this stalker?"
"..."
It seems Sizilien will need some time to think. If it was me getting stalked, I'd roughen the culprit up, but that's just me. Sizilien seems too nice for that.
"Sizilien, you bitch!"
A voice echoed from the other end of the corridor. It was noticeably pissed and grating to the ears.
"You dare speak with other men when you're already my fiancee?!"
Who's this loud bastard?
I scrutinized the man. A glance was all I needed to recognize him.
Hmm. It's that annoying guy from before. The asshole/cunt/attempted-shover/rabies-infected loudmouth.
If he looked really pissed before, then right now, he looked royally pissed. From the corner of my eye, Sizilien began to tremble.
Looks like the stalker found us before we found him... hmm? Something's off about him.
The stalker gave me an odd feeling. Something isn't quite right with him.
As I tried to pinpoint the reason why, he marched towards us with heavy steps. "Get away from them!"
When he tried to put his hand on Sizilien, pretty roughly at that, I had to intervene.
Not! Didn't need to!
After all, Sizilien doesn't need another knight in shining armor.
"Ow! Let go you insolent cretin!"
Shin intercepted and twisted the stalker's hand, and the stalker's face twisted in agony.
"She's my fiancee!"
"I don't believe you. Sizilien, what do you have to say? Is he really your fiancee?"
"I... I..."
The sudden turn of events must have overwhelmed Sizilien. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.
"Hey, you don't need to rush. Take your time and collect your thoughts. No one here will stop you from saying what's in your heart. I promise."
With Shin encouraging her, Sizilien finally stopped trembling. A look of determination crossed her face as she looked at her stalker.
"I... I decline your marriage of proposal! I never agreed to be your fiancee!"
"You bitch!" the stalker spat at her. "You don't have a choice! When my father hears about this humiliation, what do you think he'll do to yours!"
"W-what do you... no way!"
The stalker sneered. "That's right. I know who your father is and where he works. He's nothing but a mere commissioner that can be replaced! And who do you think can decide that?! My father!"
What in the Draco Malfoy did I just fucking hear.
"Uhh, what now? You got any ideas?" I whispered to Maria. We were both just chilling in the background. Like thin air. No, more like people watching a drama unfold on the TV.
"I don't know what to do! That Kurt is so despicable!"
Right about that. Kurt The Stalker... what a dipshit. Imagine pulling the "I'll tell my parents" card. So lame.
"That's enough."
"P-Prince Augusto...!"
Aug came to the rescue. Actually, he's always been here, watching the drama like Maria and I.
The next minute went something like this.
"You'll tell your father? I'll tell MINE. Do you know who my dad is? I'm not called a prince for no reason, so it shouldn't be that hard to figure out. Go away or I'll snitch, bitch!"
"Eek!"
Kurt decided to run away. Aug had more Draco Malfoy energy than him.
What kind of situation did I just watch unfold? Pfft. Aaaaaahhhhaaaaahahahaha! That was funny.
This is why I love the monarchy.
"Guys, let's all go back to my house. I was thinking of rewriting the enchantment magic on your uniform, Sizilien," said Shin.
"You... are you serious? Rewriting enchantment magic? You talk of it like it's something anyone can do. Now I can see how much common sense you lack," said Kurt.
"Huh? It's not that hard, Aug," I replied. Shin and I have been rewriting enchantment magic since we were kids after all. "But rewriting the magic... so long as Shin is the one doing all the work, I don't care. Let's go!" I made a gate to our mansion as I spoke.
"Wait, what is that?!"
"Here, lemme show you."
I used a tiny fus to push all four of them into the gate at once.
"W-what the heck?" "Where did the Prince go?"
Two people appeared behind me. They were also Class S kids, but more than that, they were Aug's escorts. They were watching the drama unfold beside Aug until he intervened.
"I think your name is Thor? And Julius? Anyway, get in!"
fus.
They stumbled right in. Perfect.
I walked in as well since everyone was through.
And was immediately met with Shin smacking his forehead.
"Dude, our grandparents aren't home. They were literally with us in the entrance ceremony. They're probably still in the academy."
"We don't need them to rewrite Sizilien's uniform though."
"Yeah, but we—you suddenly brought all these people to our home. I was gonna ask them for permission first."
"Oh."
Guys, don't look at me like that. I just got a bit excited. No harm done!
I went back through the gate and looked for our grandparents.
When I found them, I shoved them both in a gate and went through as well.
"Thomas, can you pick up our parents as well? They need to hear about this whole stalker incident. Please???" Maria asked.
...at this point, why not?
So I did. I saw what they looked like earlier during the ceremony so it wasn't an issue finding them.
"Oh my God! Master Merlin!"
"We're in THE house of THE heroes! Oh, what did I do in my past life to warrant such a reward!"
"Mom! Dad! We need to discuss something serious!"
I really shouldn't be surprised that everyone's a fan of my grandparents. But still, now I know where Maria got her admiration for my grandparents came from.
Thankfully, Aug's escorts didn't say anything about picking anyone else up.
While standing before the gate to home, I recalled an odd feeling I felt.
...hmm.
I didn't walk through the gate.
Using magic, I conjured a piece of paper. Concentrated light magic acted as a laser, substituting for a pen, which I used to write a simple message.
[I'll come later. Have fun.]
I threw it in the gate before retracting my magic.
"His name was Kurt, wasn't it?"
I decided to find him.
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Kurt woke up with a headache.
"My... damn... head..."
He tried to massage his forehead to lessen the pain.
"My hands... what are these, chains...?"
Indeed there were chains that bound him in place. They snaked around his wrists and ankles, making his position more than uncomfortable, and each time he moved, he heard tiny metallic clinks.
Where am I? he thought, silently taking in his new surroundings.
It was dark, not a shred of light to be seen. Vague silhouettes surrounded him, eeriely still. Kurt found out that staring at them for too long made them jump at his face. Obviously, he flinched away, but when he looked back, he realized that it was only his mind playing tricks.
Kurt opened his mouth. He began to whisper.
"...Fire Orb."
Despite his hands being bound, it didn't stop him from casting magic.
Kurt by now had realized that he had been a victim of a kidnapping. He sneered at his idiotic captors who didn't gag his mouth. There was a chance he could escape his shackles and burn them himself.
I'm special... those fools, resorting to a sneak attack... they can't face me head on... they're nothing but filthy rats...
The flaming orb hovered above him, providing light to the dark room. Once he saw what was in the darkness...
"What?!" he couldn't help but exclaim.
Those looming, vague silhouettes in the dark revealed themselves to be something completely unexpected.
One, four, nine, thirteen... there's more hidden in the darkness back there!
Wooden chests were before him. But they weren't normal chests.
Gold. Golden bars, golden trinkets, golden coins. Chests overflowing with gold. Chests with precious gems gleaming within the layer of gold. Not only that, Kurt could now see that what he was lying on were golden coins. The chains binding him were golden too!
This can't be real. No one can possess this much wealth!
Kurt whispered once more. Immediately, his hands began to heat up. His magic aimed to melt his golden shackles as quick as possible.
He was in a strange place, taken by undoubtedly powerful men. Escape became his only option.
But no matter how long he waited, the gold around his limbs remained. It was odd as the golden coins beneath him did melt.
I knew it. If my chains were real gold, my magic would have made short work of it. This is something else! An illusion!
Still, he continued trying, continually making use of more and more magic power.
"Gah! This damned...!"
Kurt burned himself. The pain made him lose concentration. His flame orb dissipated. Darkness returned to the room full of treasures.
Then, there was a voice.
"Hey, why'd you stop?"
"Who's there?!"
Kurt frantically looked around. But without his flame orb, he was as good as blind.
"What kind of captor tells their captive their name? Just as how a good stalker stalks their prey for a long time before making their move, no one will even know you were gone. Yeah. I'm good at this."
"...Fire Lance!"
You talk too much! Now you're dead!
The fiery spell flew in the direction of the monologuing man's voice.
"Huff!"
Kurt heard a sound resembling a sharp exhale, like a kid blowing out a birthday candle. With it, his magic spell was neutralized.
Impossible! I sensed no magic being used! How did he block my fire lance?!
"There it is again. Your magic feels icky. I should have it noticed sooner. If I wasn't sick during the day of the admission test, I could've felt it clearly. Damn magic bacteria!"
The man in the darkness began to walk. Kurt heard the clinking of coins draw near.
"Stay back!"
Fear gripped his heart. The unknown was always a horrifying thing. Kurt feared not only his unknown captor, but also the unknown fate awaiting him.
"Stay back!!!"
"Sheesh, calm down. I won't hurt you, I think. How about this? I promise I won't hurt you intentionally."
"STAY BAAACK!!!"
"I heard a yes."
The man grabbed Kurt's unprotected head. The latter couldn't resist.
Despite the close proximity, all Kurt could see was a shadow. An ominous shadow that towered over him.
Then there was pain.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Screams marked the beginning of an exorcism. Kurt violently convulsed. His shackles dug into his skin, spilling blood, the result of his thrashing.
The man's magic power flooded his entire body. With a purpose, they destroyed every ounce of anything remotely magical inside the young noble.
"Come on... almost there...!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
It felt as though he'd been screaming for years. Then finally, the screams stopped as Kurt lost consciousness and dropped to the floor.
"Phew. I didn't know that would hurt. It was my first time doing magic surgery after all."
After further probing the unconscious Kurt's slowly returning magic power, the man, Thomas Wolford, smiled widely.
Success.
"Ahraan Govey." (Remove Wound—Improvised Shout)
(Author: Ahraan/Wound can mean physical, emotional, or metaphorical wounds.)
Kurt immediately woke up.
"W-w-w-what? I'm alive?"
"Yeah. Sorry about that. I said I wouldn't intentionally hurt you, but you still got hurt nonetheless. Anyway, you feeling fine?" Thomas asked. He already knew the answer though.
The malice in Kurt's magic is gone. I thought he was a Devil for a second there, but then it became clear that the malice wasn't his own.
Wasn't his own. That's the problem. Where did it come from?
"Where am I? Who are you?"
"Oops. I forgot to turn on the lights. Alfred, we have a guest."
Then there was light. The splendor of the Batcave was revealed. Kurt, however, couldn't care less about the riches around him.
"Y-you! You're that rude guy who..."
Kurt began to panic, seeing the face staring down at him. His bindings weren't helping either. As far as he knew, he was still the same kidnapped captive. Not only that, he just got tortured!
"You kidnapped me, a member of nobility! An act of revenge! All because I... huh?"
Kurt took a moment to ponder.
"Wait, why did I do that? Why did I... say those things? Commit those acts?"
Kurt began to panic once more, but for a different reason altogether.
Thomas sighed. "If you were a legitimate cunt, I would've just beaten the crap out of you and moved on. But you aren't, so now we're in this situation."
"...you saved me. My head feels so clear..."
"Yes, you're welcome. Since I saved you, you obviously owe me, so now you'll be answering all my questions."
Thomas waved his hand. The golden shackles binding Kurt turned into gold coins, setting him free.
"This is all... hic... my fault... hic..."
"Dude. No. Don't do that. Don't you dare—ah, damn it."
Kurt began to cry.
"I've been so stupid!" Kurt admonished himself. "What was I doing these past two years?! Acting like a fool and bringing disgrace to my family's name! What is wrong with me—"
A slap to the cheek stunned him momentarily.
Thomas interrupted him. "I'm no therapist, damn it! I can't help with that kind of shit! Go cry to your parents—"
"Oh, my parents! I've worried and disappointed and angered them! My poor servants as well! They had to deal with my incessant—!"
Another crisp slap.
"Fucking get your shit together, kid! I want answers and none of your issues! I repeat: I'm not a therapist! Go find a real therapist!"
"Uwaaaaaaa!"
This would go on for a few minutes.
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"I'm sorry... for everything..."
"That's the tenth time you've said that. I already said it wasn't completely your fault, and that you were just being a dumbass teenager, so it's fine. But you should say sorry to Sizilien for acting like a dick."
"I will."
Kurt was finally calm enough to hold a conversation, even if his breathing was hitched.
"Back to the main reason why I nabbed you in the first place: Did you make contact with a Devil in the past?"
"A Devil?!"
The malice intricately woven with Kurt's magic was enough to have Thomas wondering all manner of possibilities. How did it get there? Who or what could have done it? He started with the likeliest one.
"I'd be dead if I met a Devil."
"You definitely would've been, assuming it was like the demons I've fought before and like the stories I've heard. Still, I saw no harm in asking," Thomas concluded. "Then, is it possible you ate demon meat and that did something weird to you?"
"I would never eat such disgusting filth."
"How about..."
Thomas listed out more theories. However, Kurt denied all of them.
"Just what am I missing? That malice wasn't yours. It HAS to have come from somewhere else."
Thomas created a golden throne with a thought. He sat on it, pondering on the issue.
Thomas was more or less stuck.
"Maybe you really were just an asshole... or puberty... or is this another common sense thing in society?"
"Wait. Hear me out, Mister Thomas," Kurt suddenly remembered.
"Hmm? Did you think of something?"
A suspect came to Kurt's mind. He recalled a person who's arrival coincided with the start of his nasty behavior.
"A teacher named Oliver Schtrom?"
"Yes. His experiments involved increasing a person's magic power, though I do not know how he does it. He asked for volunteers and I applied, along with a few others. My talent in magic is quite mediocre so to speak... I was desperate."
Thomas rubbed his chin.
"That fucking idiot. If he did something to increase your magic power and you couldn't control it, this kingdom would have gone kaput with the appearance of a new Devil."
"...he called me special. I don't know what the results of the others were but I passed his tests, and indeed, I became a stronger magic user. I got into Class A with my improved test results. It never would have happened if Professor Schtrom hadn't done what he did."
"Yeah, I guess. But if it gives you an attitude that pisses people off? You're lucky you're still alive in this society where you gotta be careful of who you offend. Anyway, where do I find this Oliver guy? I'm going to very politely ask him to stop."
Kurt doubted that Thomas was the type to ask politely. He kept his thoughts to himself though, else he be very politely shutted up by the powerful man before him.
Kurt shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't seen him since middle school."
Thomas rubbed his forehead in dissatisfaction.
"What does he look like? He better be still in the capital and not living in some underground cave."
"Professor Schtrom has long, silver hair and tanned skin. I've never seen his eyes since he wears an eye mask because of his blindness."
A blind guy doing dangerous magic experiments? What a quack...
"Is that all?"
"Yes. That is all I know."
Those words marked the end of their exchange.
Thomas stood up from his golden throne. "That settles it then. You're free to go."
"You... won't punish me for my wrongdoings?" said the snivelling Kurt.
Tired of playing therapist, Thomas opened a gate behind Kurt and yeeted him right through.
"Just be a decent person from now on! Get a therapist to solve your mental issues! I have other shit to deal with!"
The gate closed like it never existed.
Kurt found himself in an empty classroom. He was back in the academy. His heart was pounding in his chest, so much so that it hurt, while his tears threatened to come out again.
But he rejoiced for he was reborn. The world seemed brighter now. There was still time to make things right.
Thomas Wolford... thank you...
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"Where did Thomas go?"
"Here, read this note. 'I'll come later. Have fun.' What is he up to?"
"I'm sure he's fine. Let's get on with the topic at hand. Shin, start the enchantment."
"Right!"
To protect Sizilien...
Shin inscribed the protection magic on Sizilien's uniform. As he had done the same procedure twice before, the process flowed more smoothly.
Absolute Magical Protection
Total Physical Damage Absorption
Enchanting those two spells were the hardest part of the whole process yet they were written in a flash. One defended against all magical attacks, while the other defended against anything physical.
The addition of Self Recovery ensured that any damage that did get through would be gone in no time. Because the enchantment only covered the uniform, exposed areas like the head and arms were still vulnerable.
However.
"Truly a national grade treasure..."
It was still the greatest defensive equipment the world has ever seen.
And it was made once more to protect someone's crush.
"Thank you, Shin... for protecting me so seriously..."
"Sizilien..."
Melinda looked at the two lovebirds staring all dreamily at one another. They were so obviously into each other. She already tested the blue-haired lass and found her to be a fine, young woman. Sizilien was a nice girl Melinda can entrust her grandson to, so the grandma had no qualms with this development.
Now, I just need to worry about Thomas... that boy is a different breed entirely.
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#Omake#
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This boy is a different breed entirely.
Melinda rubbed her eyes, yet the sight before her didn't change.
The glowing red sword in Thomas's hands had split a boulder with ease. The surprising thing was that Thomas didn't swing with any power. A mere flick of his wrist resulted in the smouldering boulder by her grandson's feet.
Done with his demonstration, Thomas deactivated his glowing sword. Clearly satisfied, he expectantly waited for Melinda to speak.
"...what do you call this invention again?" said Melinda.
"A lightsaber! Pretty cool, right?!"
"...and it's powered by what again?"
"I made this crystal thingy to act as a battery!"
Thomas disassembled the lightsaber. He pulled out a crystal, one made of highly concentrated magic power.
"...you made a magic stone?!"
"You don't believe me? Here!"
Thomas cupped his hands. Magic power, catastrophic amounts of it, converged within his palms.
When he opened them, there was indeed a magic stone inside.
A magic stone filled with so much magic power that Melinda couldn't believe her eyes.
"Is that what you call these things? Hmm, I guess I did make one. But enough about the magic stones! My lightsaber is super cool, isn't it?!"
*Bonk!*
Instead of compliments, Thomas received a bonk to the head.
"W-w-why?"
"I didn't teach you to make something this ridiculous!!!!!"
Thomas was therefore banned from creating another magic stone. Didn't stop him though.
The secret ingredient is crime, or at least, disobedience. Muahahahaha...