Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

I take out a sachet full of big gold coins from my nostalgia and put it on the table.

And I said to my parents in front of me.

"It's money I've earned myself since I started being an adventurer. Contains an amount of 700 pieces of gold. I am very grateful for letting me go to the School of Magic, for still feeding me after my fifteen-year-old adult, and, most importantly, for raising me so far. ─ ─ Thank you."

That's what I said, I bowed my head to both of them.

When I left home and was just starting out as an adventurer, I didn't mean to give you this money along with these words of gratitude.

I didn't like the fact that I owed you one, so I think it was my idea at the time to repay the debt with the intention of poking three and a half down from this one as well.

I hated James because of his father.

And James, too, denied my way.

I can't really remember what caused me and James to go rogue right now.

When I graduated from the School of Magic, I declared myself an adventurer, and James' total denial of my thoughts may have been the primary cause, but I don't think that's all.

More fundamentally, I think it is closer to the essence to think that both opinions and mindsets have collided.

James attaches importance to the high and low capacity of people and their contribution to society.

It is his theory that the gifted must be used for the world.

Therefore, a lazy attitude that does not cultivate and blossom his talents is also evil for him.

Meanwhile, my desire to be an adventurer was only my desire.

I'm a prodigal, a recreationist, and I take precedence over the world over myself.

So I had a decisive disagreement with James and I was incompatible.

Therefore, we have made a distinction.

But...

But it's me, and I know what your father thinks.

Yes, Cyril told me that he was on a joint front with the elves and fighting the oaks, at that time.

What she has conveyed in the woods where the morning sun falls as a wood leak was James' empathy for the way he thinks.

People's value is not determined solely by their ability, people are irreplaceable just because they're there - and she said this to me when she insisted on it.

"I'm sorry, but William's saying it sounds like an empty beauty that I have nothing in it."

"... I wonder if there's justice in affirming incompetence."

I was close psychologically, and hearing it from Cyril's mouth made me think a little bit.

Is a person worth being just there?

Or are useless prodigals and incompetents of society to be scorned and denied?

I still don't think it's a mistake to take the former position.

But I think there's a point in the latter opinion, and... more importantly, there's something I think.

That is to say - is that disagreement so deadly that parents and children have to be separated and insulated?

In the first place, it is unlikely that the thoughts of all people in the world will be stained with the same color, etc.

I think it would be very nasty if the values and justice of all people in the world were to be stained in one color.

A world of different values, non-existence of different righteousness--

Such is not the society in which people live.

When I think about it, I think about it.

Can't me and James be parents and kids if we don't agree completely?

Is it something that you can't somehow fold while still holding different doctrinal claims from each other?

Of course, depending on the degree, it is possible that you will not be able to accept the holders of different ideas.

For example - I'm still not sure I was right about that decision - but like Alice the Necromancer, I don't think it's possible to coexist peacefully with anyone with the idea of taking the lives of innocent villagers and achieving their goals and the development of witchcraft.

Or Glenn, whom we met when Rockworm was exorcised.

If you ask me to have a friendly relationship with a guy like that as a neighbor, there's nothing else to say I'm completely sorry about that.

Somehow I was able to tolerate his presence because we met under the sky of the journey and it was a matter of time before we immediately separated.

But is the difference between me and James so deadly?

Neither opinion is insane.

Different opinions in the field of common sense.

Differences to that extent.

No matter, I'm not going to denounce it any more than the decision is James' will.

But the will to poke three and a half down from me was gone for me now.

I talked to my parents in front of me today, and once again, I was feeling the love from them.

Felicia's. That, of course.

Even from James, I could feel his clumsy love right now.

I'm these two kids.

Ever since I was a kid, I've had these two grow up.

Without being thrown away.

without being abused.

It's a warm house, and I'm happy to feed you.

Sometimes they were harsh, sometimes they were gently raised.

Because I have that childhood, I have me now.

I, for one, intend to make an effort to be an adventurer, but the premise was the love and pro bono service of my parents.

I took for granted the normal love of "normal life".

By the way, when it comes to why I started thinking like this, it's because I took my relationship with "them" seriously and started imagining "the future ahead"... well, aside from that.

Either way, I'm proud to be the two kids in front of me, so...

So this money for 700 pieces of money is not a sign of separation, but a symbol of grace and gratitude.

Whatever the other person's will, that's what I'm thinking right now.

─ And the time I've been thinking about it that way, for a moment, may have been very short.

There's a lot of silence after my mouth.

The next person to open his mouth was Felicia.

"... you. I won't tell you. Say it from your mouth."

That was a slightly pushed-away way of saying it, directed at James.

James, on the other hand, smiles bitterly.

"I know. ─ ─ William, before I take this, there's one more thing I want to tell you."

"... one more thing?

"Oh. It's up to you to accept it."

Next to that James, "I wish I didn't have to say that kind of extra stuff," Felicia said, letting him hold his mouth like a child.

While I held a certain expectation slightly in my chest, I waited for the words ahead.

And James says:

"William, I said I'd take care of you, but I want to take that down, too. - I'm sorry."

For the second time today, James bowed his head again.

I didn't immediately think of a word to give back.

James continues.

"After you left, Felicia scattered me. William is not your puppet, regardless of which opinion is right, he's an adult now, and what are you going to do without respecting his autonomy, and how long are you going to tie him up?

... To be honest, I still couldn't digest, but I finally heard your speech at today's ceremony. I can finally say these words. Now I'm stunned by the firmness of my head. "

That's what I said, James, he was out of sight of me because of how bad the bat was.

... Oh, already.

You really look just like him, this guy.

Really, it looks a lot like me.

No, I look alike, to this guy.

"But this is my discretionary statement. If you can't forgive me, that's fine. I just wanted to tell you that my present will is."

That's all James said.

Finally, Felicia stood up.

Momentum to knock down the chair, like it's intolerable.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh! That's why you don't have to say anything extra like that! ─ ─ William!

Kick, Felicia staring at me with a fixed eye.

"Oh, wow."

"Revocation of allowances. All right?

"Oh, wow."

"You, get your hands on me"

"Oh, oh."

"And William."

"Oh, wow."

"Yes, shake hands! ─ ─ Reconcile!

Hey, let me hold James' hand.

Felicia declared that.

The imposing appearance made me and James look at each other and erupt into each other.

... really, I'm no match for Felicia (this guy).

Not at all, my mother is strong.

─ ─ After some conversation with my parents, I left my parents behind.

It should be noted that the gold coin I tried to give to my parents was refused.

That's what we gave you, and I don't need you to give it back because I'm not in any trouble with the money as it stands.

More than that, we're going to need that money in the future, so we talked about taking care of it.

When I leave my parents' house, I look back and see the mansion once more.

… can I have all this merit?

I thought about that.

Then I walk the night lane and return to the inn where Satsuki, Mi and Cyril wait.

─ ─ Now I was feeling that the "priorities" in me were only changing a little bit.