Rifujin na Magonote

stormed over in a blind rage and beat the crap out of me.

widely considered the

swollen and puffy

lackened with relief

dust myself off

next day, I waited until my family was gathered at the dinner table, and then made my move.

“Father, can I make a selfish request?”

“Hell no.”

Only to be shot down instantly.

Fortunately, Paul’s response earned him a good hard smack to the head from Zenith, who was seated at his side. And a follow-up attack from Lilia, who was seated on his other side.

After resettling himself in his seat, Paul folded his arms and stuck out his chin imperiously. “Look, the kid wants something so crazy that he asked permission just to bring it up. Whatever it is, it’s probably impossible.”

This comment earned him another two smacks that knocked him right back down to the table.

“The thing is, I’ve recently hit a dead end in my magical studies. And for that reason, I was hoping to attend the Ranoa University of Magic…”

“Oh?”

“But when I mentioned this to Sylphie, she broke down in tears and begged me not to leave her.”

“Hah, what a little lady-killer! Wonder who you got that from?”

Another two smacks followed that one, naturally.

“Ah, right. Guess you’ve got some Zenith in you, too.”

“That’s for you, from Paul. Read it out loud, will you? I’m not so good with writing.”

“Okay.”

Opening up the sloppily folded piece of paper, I began to read.

“To my dear son Rudeus. If you’re reading this letter, it means that I’m no longer in this world.”