Chapter 20 Eleanora And Family

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The next morning I woke up with a lot of energy, almost refreshed. I stretched my arms and yawned.

Jumping out of my bed, I glanced at my mirror. a brown-haired boy with a delicate-looking face and emerald eyes greeted me. This was me.

I suppose I had not changed much since I was a baby, I still have a very baby-like face… Well, most people still consider five-year-old kids as babies.

Is this the reason why Eleanora said I was cute? Well, her form as a little girl was also very cute

It felt like we went back to our younger selves of our previous life in a way.

It was a nostalgic night, indeed… And I suppose she also had the same feeling.

"Blake, you're awake?"

Suddenly, I heard the voice of Eleanora inside of my head.

It appears that Spirit Summons can speak into the mind of their Masters.

I tried speaking into her mind as well without moving my lips.

"Yes, I'm awake… So we can use Telepathy?"

"Indeed, I just discovered it. I think that's how spirit and master communicate in battle, according to the info you gave to me…"

"I see… That's interesting… It doesn't seem to consume any mana like telepathy once did in our previous lives, this must be limited to us."

"I think the same."

"For now, I'll go down to greet my parents and grandmother, and show you to them, please make sure to be polite with everyone, and don't adress me as "my lord" nor as "Asmodeus"…"

"U-Understood, I will be polite, don't worry."

"Thanks."

I moved downstairs and found my parents and my grandma enjoying breakfast already.

"Ah, you woke up early today, champ." Said my father.

"Did you sleep well, dearie?" asked my mother, as she kissed my cheek.

"You still look a bit sleepy, look at that little face of yours." Giggled my grandmother.

"Good morning… I have something to show you all." I said.

"Huh?"

Everyone then fixated their eyes into mine.

"Last night I had a weird dream and… the book I had… seems to not be really a full spirit," I said.

"Full spirit?" asked my father.

"What do you mean?" wondered my mother.

"I mean that the book wasn't my spirit completely, there's something else… That is also my spirit. Remember Erika's spirit? She has a single spirit made of many bodies, the same is for mine. My Spirit is not a Book, but a girl that wields it…" I said.

"A-A girl?!" asked my mother.

"What?" asked my father.

"Y-You mean…!" asked my grandmother.

"Look. Summon Spirit."

FLASH!

A mass of spirit energy emerged out of my chest, as Eleanora showed up in her energy-saving-form. She held the Grimoire, pretending it to be like her weapon or whatever, just part of the act.

She was so cute everyone stood there in silence staring at her. She resembled a princess right out of a fairy tale after all. Her dress, her fair white skin, sharp crimson-red eyes, and her long, silky, and bright wine-red hair made her really look like royalty.

"T-This…!"

"It's really a girl!"

"Oh my!"

"I am pleased to meet you all, I am Blake's spirit. I will be on your care." She said.

"S-She can talk!"

"What?!"

"I've never seen a spirit speak!"

"Indeed, she can speak and all, she's very intelligent too, I am just as surprised. I guess I was really quite talented at the end." I said with a smug smile.

"Y-You really were!" said my father.

"Indeed! So cute! Wait, what's her name? What's your name dear?" asked my mother, as she rushed to the side of Eleanora as fast as she possibly could and petted her head.

"My name's Eleanora." She said.

"Ooh, such a refined name." said my grandmother.

"She's really like a little princess, isn't she?" asked my father.

"Yeah… Perhaps. She's strong too… But I have yet to practice anything with her, I have yet to learn any spirit technique…" I sighed.

"Hm, creating one at your age might be a difficult feat." Said my father.

"Indeed… A-And the Scrolls are so expensive… We can't really… afford them," sighed my mother.

"I think I have some money saved up…" said my grandma.

"But mom you can't spend it on that." Said my mother.

"Yeah… Save it for yourself." Said my father.

"But little Blake can become strong if he learns a strong technique! If he grows stronger, he'll one day repay it to me. I know he will, he's my precious little boy after all, right?" asked grandma.

"Grandma…" I sighed.

"B-But… That's the money you've been saving your entire life." Sighed my mother.

"Let Blake be for now; he just got his spirit." Said my father.

"Geez! For being his parents you're not even trying to help him." said my grandmother while crossing her arms.

"No, they're right, keep the money, grandma. I will find my own ways to grow stronger, don't worry." I said.

"Oh my, those eyes are blazing with conviction! Okay, okay I get it…" giggled my grandma.

"(You're very humble all of the sudden…)" giggled Eleanora through telepathy.

"(I've grown very fond of my new family… I never had one after all…)" I answered.

"(Blake…)" she sighed.

"So? Little Eleanora, do you eat anything?" asked my mother.

"Spirits can eat too to gain energy; my goat goes out to eat grass sometimes." Said my grandma.

"Eat…? S-Sure!" said Eleanora.

She quickly sat down at my side as mother served us some warm milk with toast covered in butter and fruit jelly. There was also a bit of beef jerky made out of boar meat and cheese.

"Ah… So tasty…" sighed Eleanora.

"I'm glad you like it." giggled my mother.

Knock, knock.

Suddenly someone knocked the door, and I went to open the door.

"Blake! Good morning!"

Erika jumped on me and hugged me and kissed my cheek as usual.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" I asked.

"I did! I'm hungry though!" she said.

"Come to eat with us then- Ah." I muttered, as I saw Eleanora glaring down at Erika with murderous intent…

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