[✓]My Fiancé is in Love with My Little Sister

Chapter 41

7 – The Eternity of Kaliarya Ignis

Do you remember the moment you were born? Naturally, I don’t. But if it’s the day I died, then I remember it.

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I lived in a world where magic and sorcery existed. But it wasn’t like everyone had magical power. It was probably some sort of talent. It was the same for those who were good at drawing, there are those are fast runners and those who are skilled with their hands. On the contrary, there are also a quite few people who are unsuitable for these kinds of activities. In other words, there are  naturally people who possess limited magical powers, or people who lack aptitude in the art of sorcery. And so, being unqualified to wield magic wasn’t viewed as a problem, it wasn’t a serious matter. It was merely better to have magic power. That was all. I was living in such a mysterious world.
           
Also in that world, you are able to chose a profession based on the quantity of magical power you possessed. Just like how a strong man would become a farmer. Or an intelligent person would become a scholar or a teacher. Or again, how someone skillful at drawing would become an artist. For a person holding a large amount of magical power too, appropriate occupations existed, and we could choose freely. It wasn’t any different than exploiting one’s strong suit to one's advantage and changing it into a career.
           
My father was also one of those talented people, enlisting in a special job which requires an enormous amount of magical power... … he was a so-called magician. As a very able magician, he was a person whose name became well known. Yes, that was my father. Maybe his luck was great because it seemed he was born with this vast magical power and he was blessed with the ability to handle it. He would receive requests from our country, and it seemed it wasn’t rare for a decree to come directly from the king. He wasn’t in the army, but because his forte was magical attacks, I heard he received a special treatment similar to a soldier. If we were to be invaded by a foreign nation, he would use his magic to annihilate the opposing force. Or he could take part in a war against other countries. … … I didn’t know the details, but it seemed such a situation happened. Also, my father’s name was widely known in the field of study on sorcery. Anyway, I remembered he was a person overflowing with wisdom.
           
I was born as the first child of this man. My mother was an extremely ordinary woman who possessed magical powers to some extent. But, she was from a valuable lineage. She was a “noble.” Because father was a magician appointed by the king, it didn’t feel out of place for him to be married to my aristocratic mother. The point is, I think mother may have been one of the rewards granted to father. He distinguished himself as a magician and greatly contributed to our country, but he didn’t have any peerage. In short, to supplement him with what he was lacking, mother was… or I should say, “mother’s lineage” was allotted to him. Should it be called a political marriage or a mere contract marriage, I wasn’t sure myself. However, my parents seemed to be doing fine despite this. Unfortunately, mother had passed away before I could speak so I had no way of confirming whether it was truly a political or contract marriage. However, traces of her could be found scattered around the estate, where I was born and raised, and seem to have proved otherwise.
           
Indeed, the curtain hanged by the large bay window had large flower patterns commonly prefer by women. I remembered well this awfully showy thing my boorish father had chosen. I didn’t confirm it directly with father, but I’m sure it was mother’s preference. It was especially the case for a certain watch. That watch had a carving inside the see-through mechanism and was different from the kind of object my father liked. My father whose principle was to not take with him items he didn’t like, I remember having seen him yearn for that watch. That’s why I believed he must also have treasured mother.
           
In fact, this supposition of mine was right.
           
There was just one thing I misunderstood; the assumption that because father loved mother, he would love his son too. There was no relevance, no cause-and-relationship there. But because of my foolishness, I didn’t know that.
           
… … It was truly abrupt and unexpected. There were no signs, no lead up to it.
           
No, that’s not right. I just didn’t notice because I was too young. When I suddenly looked up, the cloudless blue sky split in two, earth and sand fell from that crack. Such an incident occurred.
           
If I recall right, it was the year I became 5 years old. I was visiting the headquarters of the magic division with father. Maybe it was a holiday, but the building that should ordinarily be bustling with people was deserted. The silence resounded in my ears as a buzzing sound, and the stillness made it hard for me to even breath. I looked around me meaninglessly. The building was so large I didn’t even know where I was exactly. For no specific reason, I started to feel melancholic. But my father who had been granted from the king the imposing position of being the “leader of the magicians” walked with an air of composure, no paying any particular attention to the situation. Perhaps, holidays were always like this. While thinking about that, I raised my head and saw father’s profile, noticing he seemed quite cheerful. This hard-to-please face of him was wearing a thin smile.
           
Even though he would never do that usually, father grasped my hand. The palm of his hand was rough. When I followed this sensation with my fingers, he explained it was the wound he received while experimenting on sorcery. I felt father was kinder than usual. Even though it wasn’t a special day, something was different. That’s probably why. Why I vividly remember that day. The long corridor father led me through. The cloudless blue sky I could see from the window. The sound of our footsteps on the ashen floor. The scenery reflected in my eyes, the sound that echoed in my ears, the temperature of the air on my skin. They were all insignificant, yet each and every single one of them was etched in my mind. The moment the sun stood exactly above me, I squinted my eyes. Everything seemed so dazzling.
           
Nothing felt ominous at all, there was no sense of foreboding. On the contrary, the atmosphere that day was very calm.  Maybe that’s sort of feeling was what was called the calm before the storm. And in a few minutes…… no, maybe it was even a few seconds, the world changed.