Chapter 1: Chapter 1. A Realization

I died. Not that I remember who I was nor who I became in the end. And yet here I am, five years old Theodore Raegusa is experimenting with stuff that I learned from what my parents read to me last night.

Magic. Of course, as someone who used to live life without magic in modern earth, this will excite anyone for sure.

Everyone in this world has magic potential inside of them. But not everyone has the access to freely use it and turn it into a form which the user wishes to create in their mind. 

My parents told me that to achieve a spell, you need to chant. But chants can be so unneededly long and time consuming to memorize too.

Thus why I decided to skip any chant altogether and try it using pure imagination like an intellectual would do.

First, I take a quick check on our house servants. Since both my parents are nobles, it's normal to have two or three servants working for our house, thus I have to check their activity first.

Madison the teenage ginger girl is currently doing our laundry in our yard, she's just about to fill the bucket from a nearby well, safe.

James the ever serious guy, he is not here since he tagged along with my father to help with some businesses in town, safe.

After looking for a spot where nobody would not immediately find me, I put my right hand forward against a wild tree. Thus I imagine, how a water slowly forms from magic accumulating into my right palm, gathering and compressing into a small ball of spinning water before releasing it into the target.

Before I even know it, magic happens right before my eyes. I've successfully activated magic without chanting like a true madman and smack the wild tree in front of me.

My first experiment is a huge success.

I'll try this spell for another few times to see the true capacity of my magic potential.

And after shooting another fifty of these balls, I'd say that I'm nowhere near as exhausted. If anything, I can shoot another fifty without any problem.

Can't wait to see if I can do other stuff like shooting lasers from my eyes or turning invisible… alright, I'll stop the thought right there.

I put an end to today's experiment and headed inside home where no one's there as expected. But not long after, Madison also walks into the house, seemingly done with the laundry.

"Ah, young master! How rare to see you here. Are you perhaps hungry?"

I respond to her with my usual expressionless nod.

"Got it, I'll slice up some apples for you so wait a moment, alright?"

"Thanks," I shortly tell her.

Madison smiles as she walks off to the pantry. 

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"I'm home! Oh, there you are my little champion!"

A blond man with a solid physique immediately runs toward me to scrub the hell out of my head. He is Lloyd Raegusa, my father who is also the Viscount of Raegusa, this small peninsula in our kingdom.

"Pops, welcome home…"

"What's with the low spirit? Want to eat something?" he asked me with his face so close to me, literally three centimeters away from colliding with mine, geez.

"... No thanks."

"Boo~ so cold…"

Another person walks into the house as Lloyd and I had our banter. She has her hair braided to the side, and her glasses seem foggy.

"I'm home… ahh, how tired."

"Mom~ pops' bullying me~!"

"W-wh-what? I did not?! Natallie, this is a slander!" Lloyd raised his voice in protest, but it's all for nothing. Because in Natallie Raegusa's mind at the moment is how to make sure her husband behaves and to stop his child-like behavior.

"My~ just right at the time when I need some stress relief, you would provide to become one right, Lloyd?"

I'm sorry pops, this is because you ruined my gloriously tidied hair mom's put on me this morning so you gotta reap what you sow. 

"Milord, I have finished the task you asked -oh my day."

This time around, a serious looking guy comes in but immediately stops on his track as he witnesses the carnage that is about to roll. 

"James! Just right at the time! Please, help me calm her down for me!"

"With all due respect, milord, I'm in no position to interfere with your personal affairs, now if you excuse me…"

"Nooooooooooooo!"

That concluded most of the daily life in our household for the past year.

"Uh… young master… Do you still want the apples?" 

Ah! Poor Madison… She gets trapped just on the other side of the ongoing one sided massacre and can only see me with anxiety. I'm sorry, Madison… you have to wait until the storm passes first, okay?

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