Is it only about two years since then?
Just a little bit, but the language has become somewhat understandable, and I have recently come to know my name.
I heard my parents gave me the name 'Lazares-Mercius'.
And there was another thing I found out.
Sealing is still being taken over.
Magic is a miraculous force that can be done by incorporating magic into an image, but the power to inhibit incorporation is sealing.
But the magic still seems to be alive, and I don't feel weakened myself.
I'm going into the library today and I'm going to start clapping books.
Still, I can only pull through the book at the bottom of the bookshelf because of my height, but the book in this house was an unusual amount from my world.
When it came to the library, I had the impression that it was just a small room with a stuffy bookshelf, but not here.
The bookshelves are laid everywhere in a room that takes enough for a two-year-old to circle, like a light bookstore.
"There's no such thing as a curse in a children's book..."
I, as usual, take only five children's books in this massive book and start reading them over and over again.
This is also an exercise in reading letters, simply because some of them were interesting.
Four of those five books are stories, but one is different.
It was a book like the Book of Magic, never seen in my world.
The book consisted of heterogeneous pages, describing only one thing in letters, not in pictorial patterns.
"... magic in matter, cure it,"
The only thing I've sealed is magic, and magic might work if it's not in that world because it stays that way.
But I can't find anything to throw away after I cure it.
And even if curing is possible, it is not necessarily possible to undo it.
"But if I succeed..."
Might help with the curse.
There is no precedent that the sealing technique could have been cursed before, but I might be the first.
By the way, besides hardening it's written in the children's guide, the rest is basic magic that was also in my world.
"For now, let's do it. I wonder if these socks will cure it."
I turn the page and when I try to get back to the hardening place, I cut off my right index finger at that time.
"Ouch."
I quickly scratch my wound and close the book with my index finger off so that there is no blood on the paper.
Paper is precious all the time. This should be the same in this world.
But that's when I saw the blood running down my index finger and I came up with it.
I wondered what would happen if I tried hardening with this.
I spill a drop of blood from my incision into my palm, and I can magic it like it says in the book.
Then I remembered the feeling of magic pouring into my blood, and when I realized it, the blood was like a slime of drool from the liquid.
"... done, huh?
When I put that slime on my fingertips, my fingers honestly eat in, not against the direction in which the force was applied.
But I got some blood on my fingers because it hasn't fully solidified yet.
I magic again and harden my blood even harder.
And when I applied it lightly with my fingers, it was stiff from slime to about a tree.
"Done...! It's done!
I raise my hand like a little child and rejoice.
No, I'm actually a kid.
Good.
Colledemata, Kenja Toyo Barrel.
But I wasn't sealed with all the magic.
I have magic I can use, too.
I couldn't wait to be glad about that.
That's when the library door knocked and a gentle looking woman glanced down her flax hair to her waist.
Her name is Cyan. I'm the mother of this body.
Why, I liked this woman who made me feel nostalgic.
"What's the matter, Lazareth? Rarely well, but was it also an interesting story?
"No, please wait. Look, I can use magic now!
"... Lazareth, get your hands off that book now"
Cyan puts an unprecedented rush into words and takes the Book of Magic from my hands.
I was too sudden to resist and all I could do was watch her.
"What are you going to do, Mother!
"... why, why is a book like this here..."
... No. I don't even try to listen to you.
Cyan stared at the book with such resentful eyes that the hole seemed to open, and turned straight to me.
"... Lasalles. The power, forget it now."
"Why!? How could you have mastered it..."
"... it's for you. Can you hear me?
Intimidating, then calmly telling me off.
The way it is, he hates magic wholeheartedly.
"Why do you hate magic so much?
"... magic? This power is not magic..."
"What do you mean?
She has a hazy look and then she is silent.
What is this guy talking about?
A technique that uses magic. What do you mean this isn't magic?
"I'll keep this a secret from your father, so you can forget it properly, okay? Okay?"
"... Yes"
"Yes. Lazareth will grow up to be an honest and good kid. I'm sorry you're angry."
When Cyan returns it that way, he leaves the room in the usual upbeat mood.
I could only look at her like that.