However, I did not receive any money related to magic because of my parents' wishes.
Despite the fact that I have certain consumption.
--No money should be accepted.
--To serve selflessly is the best way to be human.
I was constantly frustrated by such an overly selfless way of thinking.
I wondered if that's how much he wanted to look good to the people around him.
Did you want to be a good person?
I wondered if I could be pure if I didn't accept money.
I guess that's part of the reason why I got into magic.
As long as I was devoting myself to my research, I did not have to deal with the stringency, the pain, or the biased thinking of my parents that produced it.
It was during this time that an official from King's Landing took notice of my talent and sent me to the Academy of Magic in King's Landing.
Of course, my family was happy to send me off, and I studied hard so that I could become a skilled mage and make things easier for my family.
I studied hard so that I could become a skilled mage and make things easier for my family.
Because of this, he faced a lot of criticism from the nobility and discrimination against him as a commoner, but this did not bother him particularly.
Compared to life in the countryside, it was nothing.
Compared to the cold wind in the middle of winter, the abusive language used against commoners was nothing.
The constant harassment is nothing compared to the hardships of a bad harvest year.
As a person who was always on the verge of death or life, I didn't think of such things as a hardship.
But he had no way of knowing that his parents had borrowed money to send him to King's Landing.
The amount they borrowed was not very high.
Even a simple farmer could pay it back if he worked diligently for a few years.
It would be enough to pay him back if he worked as a mage for a while.
But the moneylender was corrupt.
The other party was a nobleman who ruled over a large area of land, including the village where he lived, and he was constantly charging exorbitant interest on the loans he made.
The interest was collected on top of the tax, and it was growing year by year.
The parents' income alone was not enough to cover the debt.
In the end, the debt was not repaid in time, and my youngest sister was taken into the debt.
Because of her cleverness, my family was always the one who had to put up with the most.
Of course, the family did not remain silent.
They resisted the lord, saying that the interest rate was wrong.
But that was not good.
The family was immediately accused of treason against the lord, and everyone was killed except for myself, who was away in the capital.
I only found out about it a few days after I graduated from the Academy of Magic.
When I found out, everything was over and there was nothing I could do.
I was helpless.
And that's why I think this.
If only we had money at home.
If only my parents had made enough money to pay for their old sins.
If I'd had some money when I did my magic.
If only I'd had a little money when I did my magic, maybe things wouldn't have been so tragic.
I was so bound by the words "lowly" and "noble" that I always chose the means and never tried to earn it.
How many times have I wished that I had never done that?
So from then on, I went against my parents' teachings and ran for money.
I received a lot of abuse related to money, such as being greedy, money-grubbing, and despicable.
But such people are the ones who have the wrong ideas.
Show them the money, use the money to remind them.
There was no better feeling than that.
But warming my pockets in this way did not satisfy me.
Because you know what?
If I'd had the money then, my family wouldn't have died.