The door to the living room was opened in a hectic tone, with the air calm and gentle, just before dinner.

'Dad, Mom, I'm having a hard time listening to you~!

　At the same time, the room echoed with the sound of an excited, high-pitched boy - that is, me.
　My father, who was on the verge of drinking a beer, gave me a questioning look as I jumped in with a swashbuckling smile that could ruin my daily life, and my mother, who had laid out the plates on the table, gave me a look that was a blend of confusion, worry, and anxiety all together.

　.........although my father's gaze was a bit unbearable, my mother's gaze, "Has he gone crazy?

Something terrible has happened!　It's so hard and really, really great, amazing things, you know!

　I repeat the word 'hard' without getting to the point.
　I tried to convey the gravity of what had just happened with my poor, juvenile language for a man who is five and nineteen years older than I am.

　But in the heat of excitement, there's no way I'm able to do something as calmly as 'explain it well in words'.

"Wait, Gerald is that more difficult than what's for dinner today?

..........

　I was finally able to regain my composure at my dad's watery, slightly sarcastic words.

　--

　Overhead, a ball of light illuminates the living room.

　Me, my dad and my mom are sitting at the four-seater table and my sister is fast asleep in her crib near the table. Mom must have fed her milk a day earlier. It was lovely to see her sleeping peacefully.

　On the other hand, as for our dinner, it was ham, eggs, mashed potatoes and onion soup. That's what we had for dinner.
　It wasn't exactly lavish, but eating my mother's food always made me feel warm and fuzzy.

　As we sat down to dinner, I explained to her what happened in the barn.

I looked at the book I found, and it's in a magical language. I didn't understand what it meant at first, but then I suddenly felt a headache and I could read it, for some reason.

　........By the way, I didn't tell you that I remembered the memories of my previous life. So I'm also blaming the 'strange headache' for my ability to read magic language. --Well, by the way, I didn't tell a lie, did I?

Hmmm........that's not possible. It's hard to believe, but looking at it, I don't think it's even a lie.

　Turning his gaze to the lights above his head (which I'd tried to create by practicing my magic earlier), Dad folded his arms and thought about it.

　He raised his eyebrows dourly, apparently pondering.

　Mom, on the other hand, simply responded mildly, "Strange things happen..." and readily accepted the existence of this suddenly born sorcerer (me, that is).

'We don't know anything about magic. So, I wonder if it's possible for my child to suddenly learn to read a magical language or use magic?

'Well, you're right about that, but I didn't expect my son to be able to read the magic book I was given ten years ago. Gerald, can you lend me that book for a moment?

Yes.

　I put the book on my lap so it wouldn't interfere with my meal and handed it to my dad, who sat down across from me.

　It was a heavy book for me, but he took it easily, inspecting it from various angles.

　He takes it with ease, examining it from various angles.

I can't, thank you. I don't think I can read it. Why don't you give it a try, Cecil?

　Dad was about to hand her the book and she shook her head.

'Hmmm, I don't know if I'd mind... it might be useful if cooking, cleaning and laundry were magically easier, but they're all jobs I love.

'Well, that's also ... well, maybe. Doesn't Cecil ever think that he could use flashy, cool magic like the sorcerer in the story or something?

　Dad's voice, apparently stimulated by his boyish mind, sounded a little excited.

'But I'm too busy taking care of Sierra-chan right now.

''Well no Cecil, that's not a subtle answer.

And I'm no good at rough stuff either, you know.

'So I'm telling you that's not an answer.

　My dad's expression becomes bitter at my mom's unflappable answer.
　... well, I know how you feel.

'And besides, Russell. If Gerald-chan is able to use magic now, I'm sure he's still going to be busy with Sierra-chan's care, and I'm sure he's going to be able to help me with a lot of things with magic, right?

　Mom shifts her gaze from Dad to me and smiles sedately.

'Hey, Gerald?'

I wish they would stop calling us 'chan'.

Because Gerald is me and Russell's child.

So that's not an answer!

Well, you didn't answer the question either.

He's at an age when he wants to be a grown-up. I understand the desire to tease you, but you'll have to cut him some slack, Cicero.

Come on, Dad!

　I got pissed off and raised my voice, and they both smiled happily.

　It was a happy, friendly family scene.
　There was a form of 'happiness' there that was too blessed.

　........So, that scene, which was contrary to the previous life, suddenly seemed somehow dim, and I felt strong unease.