5-Father's understanding and mother's love

Well, you know what?

Hmm?　What's up, Gerald?

Aren't you scared of your mother and father?

My voice must have been depressed by the anxiety I suddenly remembered, and the voice I let out must have been depressed in a way that was obvious even to the sidelines.

My parents' faces, which had been smiling earlier, immediately turned into a worried expression.

'Scared of what?'

I looked down at Mom's question.

The moment I was able to use my magic, I thought childishly that I wanted to tell my dad and mom. But now that it's over, and I've calmed down to a certain extent, I'm wondering if it's a good idea, or if it's okay to let them know that I can really use magic.

Ordinary commoners can't use magic. It's because they don't have the opportunity to learn it.

Therefore, only a few of the upper class can rely on the power of magic.

Just as commoners are excluded as something alien if they blend into the world of the upper class, sorcerers are also treated as foreign to the commoners.

Wouldn't my father and mother also become afraid of the power I have?

........then they would treat me like a boilermaker again, wouldn't they? Just like I was in my previous life.....

That's the fear and anxiety that's been raising its ugly head within me.

But perhaps she saw through my feelings, and that's when she called out to me in a gentle voice.

I'm not going to be able to get to know you. Listen to me.

Yes.

I do. I used to think that magic was a scary, violent thing. I still do.

.........So will I say I'm afraid?

With a gentle voice and a familiar tone of voice, will he tell me that he is afraid of me?

I clenched my fists tightly at the thought.

But.

But, well, that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you, Gerald.

Yeah, I know.

At Mom's words, which seemed to be muttered in a light tone, Dad also made a sound of agreement.

........Heh?

You're not scared?　I'd be scared. If someone has so much more power than you, you'd be afraid to get close to them, wouldn't you?

Yes. I think so, too.

So how did you...?

Mom smiled softly at the uncertainty in my voice and

Because Gerald is me and Russell's child.

I told you not to call me "chan".

'If you're going to hide your embarrassment, you should at least do something about the red cheeks, Gerald (...)'

So, uh-oh!　I wonder if you could take it a little easier on your father, too!

I said, and my mom and dad chuckled when I said that.

'So, what do you want to do? 'Gerald,'

Me?

Yeah. Are you interested in magic?　Do you find yourself longing for a sorcerer?　And most importantly, do you want to be able to use all sorts of magic?

It's...

Of course, that's obvious.

In a previous life, I loved books. I loved stories.

Comics, light novels and video games were my constant companions, and I dreamed of a different world I hadn't yet seen.

It's impossible for me not to feel the joy of being able to use magic.

It's impossible for me not to feel a longing for the sound of being a sorcerer.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. I want to learn more magic. I want to be able to use many different kinds of magic.

Well....

As he says it, my dad narrows his eyes and unexpectedly strokes my head with his big hand.

'Ahh!'

I was hoping you would say that. That's my boy and Cecil's boy.

Well, um, Dad...?

Dad stroked my hair without regard to my confusion.

The movement is so powerful that my head tilts to the left and right, and I can't help but roll my eyes a little.

Eventually he let go of my head and

Gerald. I'll give you this spell book.

He said and held out the magic book that was still in his hand to me.

''........Are you sure?''

Yeah. Books are for the people who read them. So the book is for you.

Don't you think?　He smiled at me and I felt my heart grow warm and fuzzy.

...I can proudly say that both you and Mom are the best parents in the world.

My dad understood. And my mother accepted the fact that I was suddenly a magician.

I think that my mom and dad were more important than the magic I'd just learned to use.