Even though I didn't ask any questions, the old man had already started to give a lengthy speech, covering everything from the origins of magic to its development and the rise and fall of the Matou family. He really gave me a thorough lesson, but unfortunately, I couldn't change my "teacher" — the term, which carries a certain ambiguity, only felt disgusting when applied to this old man.
In short, perhaps due to the soul transfer, this Matou Shinji, who originally had no magical talent, now possessed a genius-like aptitude for magic. In other words, I had become a magician.
In fact, I began to sense some subtle existence within me, akin to nerves, as if they were bridges connecting me to the delicate forces present in this world. This novel sensation inexplicably brought me joy.
But soon, my good mood was completely shattered by the old man's next words.
"Shinji, the magical bloodline of the Matou family can finally be continued without relying on others. Grandpa is very pleased, and the Matou family's [Insect Manipulation] will not be lost."
Huh? My mood plummeted instantly. Thinking of those crawling insects in the cellar, I could only chuckle. So it turns out that the Matou family's magic is all about insect manipulation...
The old man was quite excited, looking at me with hopeful eyes, seemingly planning to place the family burden on my shoulders. I had lost all interest, and it was only after I repeatedly expressed my fatigue that he finally left, leaning on his cane. I really couldn't understand why this old man, who seemed to be on the brink of death, had such abundant energy.
In just one day since my arrival, I had experienced a series of bizarre events that I could never have imagined in my previous life, leaving me physically and mentally exhausted. Before long, I fell into a deep sleep.