The oldest memory of my life is that of [Beautiful Star] feeding my father his first chocolate parfait.
I still remember that it was so delicious, and the taste of Beautiful Star's chocolate parfait has not changed, nor has it ever changed.
The next oldest memory, rather than the one you can't forget even if you want to, is in a car accident.
We were only two or three years old, that's about my brother, and we were about seven or eight years old at the time, and we were walking to the city with our father.
That said, just take the two kids and never walk away like that.
I think he drove all the way there, parked his car somewhere and took a walk.
I don't remember exactly where that place was anymore.
The only thing I remember is that my brother ran out all of a sudden, and I was caught and ran out, too, and the car ran into me looking for that brother.
I still remember that moment.
As if it were a sight cut in a photograph, it could not be forgotten now, more than a decade ago.
Just before the car broke in.
I saw it.
Try to stand in front of my brother, the woman who showed up.
The woman laughs ugly.
And I waved that slurring hand, and saw my brother's neck snapped at the next moment.
After that flash of sight, my brother's body was jumped by the car he rammed into.
At the time, I couldn't keep up with the sight of my brain, and I just cried so badly at the inexplicable fear of boiling up.
Even now, I want to think it's a bad dream. Memory.
Such a hellish sight, only to forget.
But I couldn't forget.
Honestly, I only remember that one point, so I don't remember a few more days of that.
It's just that by the time I realized it, my brother was already home.
I also remember bandaging around my neck and playing with me in the building blocks.
That memory has always bothered me, although it was nothing to annoy me.
Later I found out that there had been a change in my brother's body.
One of them is that my brother's body has grown sturdy. In a physical sense, of course.
The other thing is that my brother's magic was gone.
My brother's body wasn't as sturdy as mine, my father's, and my mother's, originally as it is now.
It was normal. If you turn, you rub your knee kid off, and if you bump him, you can have blue bruises.
Above all, it hurt normally.
But from one of those accidents, my brother didn't hurt and stopped getting hurt, whether he fell or bumped into it.
However, gen tricks from my family usually hurt, and so does my kick.
Still, the blade loses more, even if there is something like cutting your finger with the blade.
Resistance to physical things has increased (except from the family).
But injuries caused by magic make it normal.
However, there is little damage to the physical attack, although the impact is minimal.
And the second thing that changed after the accident was that my brother had zero magic power.
It is assumed that magic deficiency occurs occasionally when it becomes chronic, which is said to be uncommon in itself to develop.
Without doing anything, your body doesn't suddenly get sturdy.
Even magic deficiency is found in the gradual decrease of magic and the unavailability of magic that can be used.
In the case of my brother. He won't remember, but when I was a little girl, I was able to handle the magic I used to look and imitate before the accident.
That was the accident. No, that was a homicide.
Using that case as a border, magic disappeared from my brother and he became treated as an obstacle.
I don't know if it compares, but discrimination against zero magic was clearly different from other people with disabilities.
On that note, I noticed when I was in middle school.
One day, my brother was known to my class, and some of my classmates started rattling me about it.
To follow the day, it escalated. One day, the injured person finally came out.
I got a one-sided, but plain jerk.
As a result of defying it, the other side was injured in the form of self-destruction.
I was intact, by the way.
They were crying.
Well, as good as that is.
From there, I started looking into that history of prejudice and discrimination against zero magic.
And what I found out.
Only on this eastern continent was there a slightly stronger wind to humans with zero magic.
For example, that's why the central continent doesn't care about that. Rather than that, even humans with zero magic have developed technologies that can use magic, and there was no prejudice or discrimination in the first place.
In the Central Continent, not as a handicap, but as a healthy person, a man with zero magic powers, like his brother, is treated.
Until then, if this is a national or cultural difference, there is something even weirder.
Even on the eastern continent, there was a country that treated itself as a healthy person, and that country was in national relations with the central continent, in that it was rich and pervasive in your culture.
If I went further with history, I could see the historical fact that even in this country where my parents originally lived, that was until about a thousand years ago, zero magic was not uncommon and was treated as a normal healthy person.
And go further out.
I went to a university outside the prefecture and found out.
The university is, well, a place where smart people are supposedly going, with many international students from outside the country.
What a misplaced place I am.
That's what some students go from the Central Continent to for later school.
An acquaintance of an international student from that central continent told me.
Even though this country is a developed country, there is discrimination as if it were a backward country.
It wasn't disgusting or anything, it just seemed like a cultural shock.
The rules are different for each country.
But still, from an acquaintance's point of view, I would have liked to see the treatment of people with zero magic abnormally.
I saw my brother walking side by side.
I have a band-aid on my neck.
Yes, if I remember correctly, that's where my brother's neck was slashed.
"... what?
Notice my gaze, my brother leans his neck.
"Sticky."
My brother doesn't even remember the shard about the incident.
My father had taught me how to get involved in such an accident and hit me so hard in the neck that I was only weak there.
Questioning my father is easy.
After that, I'm sure you'll tell me what my father did to my brother now that he's grown up.
But...
I wanted to know for myself.
The answer is, he wants to know for himself.
And then you stick your answers to my father and match them.
Because otherwise, I'm sure I'm not convinced.
I remember how an acquaintance who had been in a cultural shock told me all along.
This was a reference to the story of the incident at the facility, where my brother had also been admitted, even further after the incident.
"In the first place, it's strange to separate children who can live normally except by magic.
If that's the case, there's something else you can teach me to say proper morning greetings, right?
And it doesn't matter if you have magic or not to remember that.
So I was wondering if the incident at the facility was planned for research purposes at a facility other than the King's jurisdiction from the beginning.
Otherwise, we'd be reporting the specifications of the building, the equipment, the upper floors. "
When it turns out that some facilities were inhumane brainwashing education or experimental sites.
My brother was returned home.
And by then, my brother's personality was already being transformed.
I stopped laughing.
It became approximate.
More importantly, I behaved differently.
More importantly, he still had eyes like he'd given up his life before entering elementary school.
Before entering the institution, it was a lump of curiosity that stopped showing interest in most things.
It was like, it was a doll.
Move conveniently for others, such a doll.
Still, my interest in the creations remained, and that was the only thing that seemed to keep my brother as a person.
Ten years after that.
My brother, who walks beside me, is only getting a little bit of humanity back.
At least, because until I left the house, I only showed interest in cats I own at home other than my creations, but I picked up Gonske and started keeping them.
Considerable progress, I would say.
Between meeting Gonske, there may have been some disconnect.
I don't know what that cut was.
Is it because of a friend who enrolled in high school or something else?
My mother told me you made a girl friend too.
Plus, according to what I told my father, the princess from the neighbouring country helped too?
Yeah, it's getting more and more human.
I think we should keep heading in the right direction.
Exactly. The princess can't. But I'd like to see a girl friend.
I can only hope that one day, again, there will be an opportunity.