Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

That night.

When I had dinner at the inn, I went to my parents' house in anticipation of the meeting.

A luxury residential neighborhood with upper-class houses in the Wang capital.

It's my home where I was born and raised that doesn't stand out in the corner.

Not even particularly noticeable in such a luxury residential neighborhood means that it is a rather splendid mansion.

Clean stone two stories, spacious and relaxed.

The gatekeepers are grand, and there's a little garden on the back.

Under the magical streetlight on the dark night, I stand in front of the house and look up at it.

"I don't know... when I left, I didn't think anything of it."

I don't think this house is my home anymore, but now my thoughts are coming to my chest.

All I saw then was the front and the future, but it seems to me now that I'm just calm enough to stop and look back.

I don't know if that's growth or the deterioration of hiccups though.

But I didn't come here today to immerse myself in sentiment.

There were seventy large gold coins in my pocket, or a sachet containing 700 gold coins.

That's the equivalent of about two years of the average citizen's annual income living in the city, and the sum of the four years of tuition I spent at the School of Magic and the two years of living that my parents were feeding me even after the working age of fifteen.

I took one deep breath and then knocked on the door of the house.

Then from inside the house, I hear a woman saying, "Ha, wait a minute".

I can't even mishear you.

That's my mother, Felicia's voice.

After a while the door of the house opened.

With the house lights on his back, Felicia reveals herself.

"Welcome, William. I've been waiting for you."

A smile like living at the same time with the serenity of an adult and the innocence of a child.

I think my age was thirty-five this year, but I look a lot younger than its real age.

Long chestnut hair is bundled with the back, and the color of the eyes is particularly discreet brown.

But my son, what I say, I think he's quite beautiful.

Felicia looks at me from the bottom to the top and puts her neck up.

"Hmm, William, a little taller?

"No, I don't think so... It hasn't been three months since I left home in the first place."

So many things have happened that I would illuminate as if years had passed, but in fact it hasn't been that long since I left home and started being an adventurer.

With that reply from me, Felicia smiles softly.

"Pfft, yeah. Come on in."

"... okay?

"I don't know what you're doing here. I asked you to come talk to me, but you weren't even gonna stand here and talk to me?

"... well"

Worst case scenario, I meant to.

I was asked not to span the house because I was mistaken, so I was considering the possibility.

Felicia sighs when she hears my response.

"That's the same place. Come on in. Let's talk inside."

"... ok. Sorry to disturb you."

"Yes, go ahead. Sorry to disturb you."

As I walked inside the house about Felicia, James was waiting for me in the living room.

About the table, it's like tea time after dinner.

"Well done, William. Well, sit down."

That's what I'm going to say.

I took my seat as I was told.

Before I left home, it was my designated seat.

Felicia makes my share of tea, and she serves tea and sweets.

Then Felicia herself took a seat.

James and Felicia sat next to each other in their seats, a schematic called Me opposite them.

I feel a subtle sense of distance that is difficult to say about my family and others.

But I've come to talk to you, so you can't keep quiet.

I decided to open my mouth.

But before that, the other side moved.

"Look, you"

"... oh, I know"

James coughs when Felicia pokes James' side with her elbow.

What...?

When I was wondering, James turned his gaze toward me and said:

"... William. I have something to apologize to you and your people for. At that time - when I first met your people at the Royal Castle - I was sorry to say the word 'vulgar' and so on. That was my fault. I saw only the prejudice against the profession of adventurer and their attitude when I first met them, and I decided it was a no-ro deal. I'm sorry."

That's what James said, he came at me with his head down.

I'm surprised. I open my eyes.

I never imagined my father would bow his head to me.

I remember what James called "that time".

After being welcomed by Eileen and enjoying a sumptuous dinner at the Royal Castle.

James and Satsuki bumped into each other on the way home.

James said as he looked down cold at the satsuki, who greeted him with some drunkenness and cheerfulness, but with a lack of courtesy for the first time.

"William, I no longer expect anything from you, but I'll give you some advice. Choose who you want to hang out with. When you're dating a vulgar, you lose your quality, too. '

When I heard that word, I got blood on my head and hit James.

It was unforgivable to trample the satsuki in words.

But...

"Father..."

It's one person who's bowing his head in front of me right now.

I realized for the first time at this time that I was just like me, just like Satsuki or Mi or Cyril or Eileen, and that I was a person who did what was right or wrong.

I thought it was a strange thing.

I assumed that only my father, this James Glenford, was always right and wrong as a person.

I was somewhere deep down, looking up at this man all the time.

And that's why I was only revolting against this man, and I suddenly thought to myself at this time.

As flashbacks, I remember the conversation between the three Satsuki and the first time I came to this King's Capital.

'Well, admittedly, my father is extremely capable of being a magician (Mage). That doesn't immediately show excellence as a human being. You're not as big a person as I say, that man is.... What, did I say something strange?

'Hey... I don't think I've ever heard Will say anything bad about someone before'

Yes, sir.

'Right. I was surprised, too.'

'... no, I guess it's my fault, I just didn't happen to have it in my mouth. For example -'

'Ugh, that's true... I don't know what to say, but should I say that I want to complain? You don't feel like William. "

... I see.

You mean they had a better view of me?

My heart was feeling light and sunny as if something possessed had fallen.

And when you look forward...

My mother, Felicia, looked at me when she said something, and then James just showed me how to do it.

... Right.

I see, is this the scenario she drew?

Damn, my mother is strong.

I say to James.

"I'm the one who's sorry I hit you then, Dad.... you were immature, I am."

"No, if you're going to say immature, so am I. No matter how old you are, you will never run out of things to learn. ─ Speaking of which, William, how the hell did you activate that fireball (fireball) at the same time? I'm going to be more or less in touch with East and West magic literature now, but I've never seen any mention of such secrets."

"Oh, that's what a certain adventurer described in a scroll (scroll) he unearthed from an ancient ruin... did my dad ever read my diploma from the School of Magic?

"Oh, he said it was a novel, but not badly muscled, theoretical proposition about sorcery arrangements in general - well, a derivation from that theory!

"Damn, that's just great. Is this all you realize?"

"No, but in terms of detail, it's distracting."

I haven't had a conversation with my father in a long time.

Felicia, James's wife and my mother, looked at me and my father with delight.