Priscia has just a little strange power.
I doubt if that's a "force" myself, but my beloved family says, "Priscia's hand is special," so I'm starting to wonder if it is.
But that was really a "little" thing, so Priscia never boasted either. Because there are magicians in the world who can use all sorts of magic. The power of Priscia does not fall within the realm of magic. By and large, there is no magic in Priscia, which is firmly affirmed by a regular magician.
So, what is this power? and the family inclined their necks, including Priscia.
"You must be the force that showed up for my sweet brother," the grateful mother said happily, and her energetic weather father narrowed his eyes, "because Priscia is a brother thought," too.
Priscia was also convinced of her parents' words. Yeah, I'm sure he is. Because I used to see my brother every day. Because I hoped for the health of my lovely little brother Peter every day. So, just a little bit of special power was in my hands.
Though not proud of the power itself, the reason the power might have resided was a delight for Priscia.
Priscia was born into a downstream aristocratic Rand family in the Lucot country. Even when it comes to nobility, the Lands are downstream and their lives aren't much different from those of ordinary people. However, the wealth from the ancestors and the greedless man continued to inherit the traces, and the Lands lived a days of serenity as nobles but without any difficulty in life.
Living in the mansion are relaxed parents and a sweet grandmother. His eldest daughter, Priscia, and his eldest son, Peter, eight years younger. And it is three servants who have lived in me for a long time. The servant was already close to his family, and Priscia honestly grew up in such a warm mansion.
When it came to the concern of the only Rand family, it was only about his eldest son, Peter. Peter has been weak since birth and is like falling asleep with constant fever. He was the eldest son, the long-awaited second child and the one born late, so the whole mansion broke his heart to Peter. Priscia, who couldn't wait to have her brothers, also worried about her brother as a child. When Peter was born, Priscia was eight years old. It was Priscia who worried the most about Peter in the Mansion, not Peter, who would soon have a fever. Maybe it's because I couldn't do better than an adult to have an optimistic outlook.
Eight-year-old Priscia took care of her brother already. I took care of my surroundings so admirably. When my brother was asleep, Priscia looked after him instead of his mother and servant. I stroked my brother's head, who couldn't sleep because of the fever, and kept him on the side until he fell asleep.
In time, Peter began to sleep peacefully as soon as he was stroked by Priscia. The fever stopped groping. When Peter was able to speak, he began to say, "Hey, sweetheart, I like you." When she touches Priscia's hand, she tells me that the pain and pain disappear. When his head ached, his stomach ached, Peter was always in Priscia's hands.
Priscia couldn't help but be happy with her little brother's wishes as a child and did whatever Peter had to say. They were very close, Priscia adored her brother, and Peter missed Priscia.
The adults of the mansion watched these two sisters and brothers with their lovely eyes.
From Peter's "hey, wow," remark, first my grandmother said, "Then why don't you rub my hip, too? My back hasn't hurt lately," asked Priscia for a joke mix, and Priscia stroked her favorite grandmother's back so hard. Then strangely, while Priscia was putting her hand on me, my grandmother realized that her back pain disappeared softly. My grandmother was surprised to learn that Peter's words were telling the truth, not sweetness or anything to her sister. At that time there was a small noise in the mansion. Everyone asked Priscia to "touch this place because it hurts" and was so excited to learn that when Priscia touched it, the pain disappeared during that time. Wastefully brain-weather fathers were nowhere out of shape, and it became a laughingstock of the Rand family that they could not experience the power of their daughter and regretted it.
It's not like when other humans touch it. Indeed, Priscia had a strange tender power in her hands, a power to relieve the pain and stiffness of those she touched. I thought it was a form of healing witchcraft, and my parents took Priscia to the magician, but the magician shook her head to the side. "There is no magic in this child".
My parents nodded honestly at the words. A man of magic is precious. There are fewer magicians than in other countries, especially in the Lukot country, where the Lands live. Mages, who are precious beings, basically embrace every country in their own country, so few magicians migrated across borders, and were special when it came to magicians in the Lukot country.
I still don't know how magic works, but I knew that blood muscles would have a lot to do with it. My parents thought it was quite unlikely that there would be magic in Priscia, since no one with magic had ever been born before, neither in the Rand family nor in the maternal bloodstream she had been married to.
So I was also convinced by the words of the sorcerer.
So what is the power of this hand of my daughter?
I was a wondering parent, but there were two probable people, who decided to think, "Well, that would happen." I decided to think that God had given me a small gift because of Priscia's "desire to make my brother feel a little better" all the way. That was a very nice idea.
When there is magic, the country invites you to become a magician. I can say no, but as a Rand family of downstream aristocrats, I don't want to set up one small wave against the country. Being a magician would guarantee work and money for both men and women, but my parents didn't feel comfortable letting my pretty daughter be a magician, so I was rather horrified to find out that Priscia had no magic. My pretty daughter normally raised her, and even a gentle young man who had the same status among them, wanted her to have a happy marriage. Of course, if you like Priscia and the other guy is a good young man, you don't care about the family. Either way, the Lands were only going to give Priscia a minimum of mouth because her eldest son, Peter, was going to succeed them. No one has ever thought that a man from the Rand family could ride a ball from the beginning.
In the serene affection of such parents, Priscia was still Peter in one color. Lean on Peter like every day and play with him if Peter gets better. Priscia was aware as a child that her family could praise her for her hands, but that was never a great power. Priscia's hands only give you a moment of pain. That hand doesn't cure the injury, it doesn't radically make the disease better. Only when you're touching it, that hand relieves that suffering. Just give peace between bundles, the quality is completely different compared to healing magic, etc. Healing magic can cure injuries. But Priscia doesn't stop bleeding just because she can remove a little pain.
So sometimes I rather felt something. Because Peter had a fever, and even if he touched that forehead, Peter himself would look restful, but that fever never pulled off.
However, Priscia was also grateful for her strength because she asked her parents to say, "Because Priscia will ease her suffering, Peter will sleep slowly and her health will be restored." As my parents said, Peter had a fever all night, because he slept well while Priscia was on his hands and the next day the fever was often pulling off.
Watching Peter like that, Priscia was also getting older a year or two and starting to think about her own future. Priscia is aware. Priscia is mediocre. It is true that the house is aristocratic, albeit downstream, so it can be said that it is blessed. However, neither parents have personality or ties to noble life, and Priscia is not educated as an aristocratic woman. As an aristocratic lady, Priscia would not have reached the point at all. The daughters of the wealthy common people around here are more sophisticated.
Most importantly, Priscia's life was centered on Peter. My brother's medical attention was a priority over anything, and my family didn't stop it either. So Priscia has less varied experience than women her age.
I'm not good at dancing, I'm not good at embroidery. The Lukot State has recently expanded the choice of women's professions, so that women can also be employed in jobs such as those in which only men have ever been present. I also hear that there are a little more women in academics, doctors and knights. But Priscia is not exceptionally smart or motor nervous.
And as a girl, this is where I think it's most important, but of course it's not as good as it looks. My family tells me it's cute, but it's my family's eyes. Priscia is mediocre, but hence her appreciation of herself was sober. My father is blonde, but Priscia has a hair color closer to brown than blonde. If this is beautiful blonde hair, Priscia resents her blonde father and brother a little, even though she can boast of her hair alone. Eyes are similarly brown. My body is also middle meat and middle back. My breasts aren't particularly big, and I wouldn't be in such shape to appeal to men. I think it's normal to make faces. No, because Priscia is also a girl, she wants to think she's a little cuter than normal, so she thinks she might just be a little cute. But people would say, "Priscia's calm. Hey." Priscia grew up long after Peter was born. She was often told, "I'll be good that year," because she has a strong sense of being her oldest daughter and takes good care of her brother. Growing up doesn't change that rating and is often seen above the year. That would be more of an atmosphere than an appearance. But that's not enough to jump out of a mediocre frame.
Priscia often thought about her own future in the middle of the night as she stroked Peter's head. I wonder what a mediocre self can do. While taking care of Peter, Priscia began to want to choose a position or life that would help people if she could. If it was true, it would be the age to dream of a happy marriage, but Priscia wasn't very realistic about the thing of marriage, and she often thought about the job one way or the other.
This hand would be the only one where Priscia is better than others. But it's not like I can cure my illness. And it only works while you're touching it. I can't take care of a lot of people. I don't have enough brains to be a doctor and I don't feel like I can make an effort. Is it the most effective use of this hand to put yourself in a position where you can stick to a weak person like Peter or a sick person? But due to the nature of my hands, I can't look at many of them for you. It would be one or two. I know that's great, but at any rate, Priscia wants to use her abilities as effectively as she can.
I wonder what to do, and Priscia worried as she watched her cute little brother sleep.