Are you tired of crying? Jill fell asleep.

Thank you, Alicia.

That's what I said. Uncle Will stroked my head, as usual.

Oh, I didn't do anything to thank you.

"I've said terrible things."

But it's true.

"If you're like the Virgin, I don't think you'd say that."

When I said that, Grandpa Will laughed with a wrinkle in his eye.

"If it were the words of someone like the Virgin, I don't think it would have reached Jill."

So you're saying I could beat Mr. Liz, too?

... It's ridiculous to think about that even though you haven't fought.

"Ah! With that said, I can now use the magic of cleaning dirty things."

Grandpa Will solidified.

I can see you're surprised even without your eyes.

I guess it was rude to say it in front of someone who couldn't use magic anymore.

But Grandpa Will isn't the kind of person who gets mad at me for that...

"Alicia, how old are you now?

"I'm ten."

Why do you suddenly ask me how old I am?

Grandpa Will has a difficult face with his hands on his chin. I wonder what happened.

"Uncle Will? What's wrong with you?

"Oh, no. So, Alicia, can you do the magic now?"

"I get it. Where do I go?

"Can you clean this whole room?

"I'll try."

Imagine cleaning every inch of this room.

You know, I always imagine this with my eyes meditating, but you can keep your eyes open, right?

To be honest, you were afraid to fail and you were meditating on your eyes.

But I saw him do his own magic.

I opened my eyes and rang my fingers.

Imagine this whole room being free of all dirt and dust.

Then more and more the room is wrapped up in something like a brilliant Aurora.

It's so beautiful. Glitter and nice......

Chairs, desks, and beds also cost something like that Aurora.

And slowly disappeared. I can do this...

I'm surprised it was me. You can praise yourself for this, can't you?

I can't see. The room just now sounds like a lie.

The yellow, dirty windows, the dusty ceilings, the floors are shiny.

You just cleaned the room and the air changes so much.

Looks like the air you were staring at turned into fresh air.

"The air is beautiful. The air, which was heavy and dark, was lighter and brighter. That's amazing."

Grandpa Will praised me for saying that.

You're really happy to be praised by Uncle Will.

I think I'll have a good dream today.