In my fourth year in this world, I can now use intermediate-level magic at will without fainting from exhaustion of magic power, unless I recklessly challenge high-level magic.
I drooped my head and looked out the window at the yard.
"Huh...?"
I then realized that my father hadn't practiced swordsmanship for a long time. I didn't hate swordsmanship; I preferred magic to this kind of physical torture. I was afraid of disappointing my father again.
"Young Master Leon..."
I heard Sylvie's voice behind me, and I knew it was time for class. After she taught me to read, she started teaching me arithmetic. The arithmetic in this world was not difficult to understand. How should I put it, things like addition and subtraction were not much different from what I used to know.
"They're here..."
I quickly ran down to the attic. As I passed my mother's room, I would always hear some indescribable sounds. But I wasn't surprised. My mother had asked me a while ago if I wanted a little sister, so that's probably why!
“Sylvia…”
I practically pounced on it, not for any other reason than that kneading those huge breasts every day is the happiest thing in the world.
“Ha…Young Master Leon…” Although Sylvie didn’t dislike this behavior, a faint blush still appeared on her cheeks.
"Young Master Leon..."
After a while, she put me down and took me outside the yard. This was my first time in the yard. There were high walls on both sides, and I couldn't see clearly what was behind the walls, but I could vaguely see a few messy big trees.
The yard was planted with many flowers and plants, some of which Leon could name, and some he had not seen in books, but there were mostly messy weeds.
"Young Master Leon, we're going to town to buy groceries today! Do you want to come?"
Looking at the carriage outside, I realized that Sylvie was going out today. It seemed that she went to town every now and then, after all, it was her job.
"Outside...?"
I turned my gaze to the main gate, which was a normal iron gate for a house. It had been pushed to the sides because Sylvie was going out later!
Wait! Why are there several people outside the door? When did they appear...?
What are they doing? It looks like a lot of things are being thrown at me...
"ha……"
Those expressions...it was them! Why were they here? I stared at them in fear, backing away. What did they want to do? Were they going to attack me?
"No...no..."
I practically screamed it out...
"Young Master Leon..."
Sylvie looked at me with a puzzled expression, then hugged me tightly in her arms. Even in Sylvie's embrace, I was still trembling, trembling uncontrollably...
My parents rushed out anxiously, their clothes simply draped over their bodies, clearly indicating that the fight was not yet over and they had hurried over upon hearing my cries.
"Sylvie! What's wrong with Leon...?"
"Young Master Leon doesn't seem to want to go out with me!"
"I think Leon really likes Sylvie..."
...
Yes, since I came into this world, I have never stepped out of the door even once...
It's not that I don't want to go out, nor is it because there are monsters outside that my father talked about! It's that I deliberately don't want to go out.
While it's not unusual for kids my age to prefer staying at home, it's certainly not unusual for someone like me to tremble uncontrollably at the sight of a yard gate!
I knew that Sylvie wanted to take me to town to broaden my horizons. From my longing for the world in the book, she understood exactly what I was thinking.
I locked myself in the house, wrapped myself in the blankets with only half my head sticking out, and even drew the thick curtains to the windowsill...
It was evening when Sylvie returned from town. She kept apologizing to me outside the door, but I knew it wasn't her fault; she was just afraid to go out...
My mother came in through the door. I could clearly see that she was only wearing a thin nightgown, and I could even see her nipples slightly protruding. She looked at me with great concern.
"Great goddess of life, in my name, by your power, grant those who have lost their strength the strength to rise again—Azure Crown"
Hearing her chant, I knew perfectly well that it was healing magic, but it couldn't cure psychological illnesses. I understood that; she probably just wanted to put my mind at ease.
That night, my mother held me in her arms, and that melody echoed in my ears again. I don't know why, but every time I hear my mother sing this song, my trembling heart always calms down...
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