'Gerald. You'll be fed.

　I was sitting in my room reading a book when my mom called out to me from outside.
　I closed the open magic book and headed into the living room.

''Follow My Word and make way.''

　I cast a spell on the door using magical language. Then the door is opened without me touching it.
　Yes, it feels good to do this. I can feel as if I'm special.

　Satisfied, I walked into the living room to find my mom and dad at the table, their eyes wide.

　It was only natural. The door opened by itself.
　Technically, I had magically opened it.

'Gerald, that was...'

It's the magic of opening the gates.

　I thrust my chest at my dad's question.

''Wouldn't it be faster to use your hands?''

　Dad's words had a dumb color to them.

'I know you're happy to learn magic, but you can't just rely on it or anything else.

I know. It's a little dim by the way, isn't it?

　It should still be bright outside, but the blinds were down on the windows to block out the sun.
　That's why the inside of the room doesn't receive as much benefit from the sun as the outside.

Hmm, is that so?　I don't think you're the one who--

"'Light, let the darkness shine on us.'

　Before Dad could finish his words, a light ball appeared on the ceiling of the living room. The room, which was a bit dim, was filled with a shimmering glow.

　Just in case, I tried to cast a spell to be aware of the magic power but...............no good. I couldn't detect it at all.

　As expected, it can't be that easy, can it?

　As I was twisting my neck thinking about this, I heard crying from the crib.
　When I turned my attention to it, it seems that Sierra, who had been asleep until now, had been startled by the sudden brightening and had woken up. She wasn't happy about being forced to wake up, but she was foolishly crying with tears in her eyes.

'Oh, God. Yes, yes, you're a good girl, Sierra.''

　Mom rushes over and picks Sierra up in a hurry. Then she turns a resentful gaze towards us.

Shit. Sierra was taking a nap. She's awake.

　He accused me with a pointed mouth.

'Oh, I'm sorry, I'm going to turn it off now-- "Darkness will not cover the light.

　He hurriedly chanted a spell and turned off the light. Then the room returned to its usual calm brightness again.

　Relieved that the room was back to normal, Sierra closed her eyes again and buried her face in her mother's chest, breathing in her sleep.

'Whoa. You mustn't interrupt Sierra's nap. I was just sleeping like a good little girl.

I'm sorry.

　He hadn't expected to wake her up after that much.

''But I wanted to practice my magic........''

'But that doesn't mean we can't interrupt Sierra's bedtime routine, does it?　Hey, honey.

Hm?　Oh, yeah. Cecil is right. No, I'm not going to say that Gerald is bad by any means, but whether it's words or magic, there's a time and place for it.

　My mom and dad chastised me in unison.
　Their words were irrefutably correct, and I said, "I'm sorry..." and nodded, "I'm sorry...

''I'll stop using magic so much...''

Oh, my God, neither your mother nor your father ever told you not to use magic.

　I bow my head, and my mom says something like that to me.

'Yeah, but,'

You can use as much magic as you want, as long as you know the time and place.

Really?


Yeah. Cecil is right. In the meantime, why don't you try using some magic to warm up the soup that's gone cold first?

　Dad's words made me realize that the soup on the table had cooled completely during our current exchange.
　Mom also noticed and said deliberately, "Well, it would be nice if someone could reheat it for me," she said.

　I nodded vigorously at their attitude.

I nodded vigorously to them, "Yeah, I'm on it!　Uh, well....

　I'm not sure if it's a good idea to use fire-based magic.
　If that's the case, the only thing I remember right now is that magic.

　While being aware of the magic, I uttered a magic language that has power.

"'Burn them to death with the flames of purgatory'.

　Instantly, a blazing fire erupted and with a rumbling sound, attacked the soup.
　The flames heated the soup with their intense heat, heating it up, and ..............................what was left was.

''..........''

..........

"...Gerald. What is this all about?

　Dad dropped his gaze to the bottom of the bowl, where something black, black and burnt black was stuck to the bottom of the bowl.

'It's a soup I heated up with magic.

Oh, soup.

'Yes. Here's your soup.

Well I see.

　Dad picked up the spoon and scraped the remaining coals from the bottom of the bowl with a regretful grind.

'This is ... this is soup, you say?

It's...

　He looked at me with a sense of melancholy, and I had no words to return it.

　At the bottom of the bowl, only the remains of the soup, the charcoal, were left, and the soup was nowhere to be seen in any shadow or shape.

''I'm.......sorry. I meant to warm it up, but I guess I turned it into charcoal.

Well....

　My dad looked forlornly down at the wreckage at the bottom of the bowl.
　I was unable to stand the sight of him, and I held out my remaining soup plate to my father.

''Um, well, I'm sorry...''

'No, that's fine Gerald. But yes I would be very happy if you would be more careful next time.

Yeah, I'll be careful I'll be careful, Dad.

　My dad and I, two guys, slumped our shoulders and fell into a depression.

　It's funny I just wanted to practice my witchcraft.
　I never wanted to ruin one of my father's meals.

　At my despondent back. .

'Hmm, I wonder if it will be a long time before Gerald-chan is able to help me with magic.

　Mom was muttering to herself as she tucked Sierra back into her crib.