Utilizing my breathing technique, I could feel a sense of inner peace washing over me. Now, I know this might sound strange or even scammy, but believe me, it works.Of course, it doesn't magically erase the shame I feel, but the technique itself is quite intriguing. It possesses two distinct abilities. First, it allows me to draw energy from the atmosphere or whatever it may be into my glowing sphere. With each breath and cycle, the energy is refined and the sphere grows a shade brighter. However, the progress is imperceptibly slow, making it difficult to notice.The process involves purifying the motes of various colors in the atmosphere, directing them towards my glowing sphere. After each cycle of expansion and compression, the sphere becomes a shade brighter, and the quality of the energy within it changes as well.The second ability is even more fascinating. It works like a charm. By allowing the energy in the atmosphere to pass through my body and replenish the energy inside the

With the misunderstanding now cleared, I found myself diving into a world that was both thrilling and bewildering.First things first, Asselin was indeed a witch... or rather, a magician. I guess that sounds more proper and less spooky, doesn't it?And guess what? This world I found myself in is brimming with them—magicians, that is. Can you believe it? How cool is that?But here's the craziest part: I, too, have the potential to become a magician. Now that's what I'd call a stroke of luck!Thanks to Nana's teachings—though I still can't figure out why she bothered explaining all this to me—I've come to learn that everyone in this world can use magic.Magic is a common thing here, but don't be mistaken—it's still considered a rare and wondrous kind of miracle. After all, even though everyone can use it, there are varying levels of proficiency. It's all about talent, as always.Just because anyone can use magic doesn't mean there aren't different levels to it. Most people can only perfo

Sensing the shift in his demeanor, Asselin calmly asked, "Would you like to open your presents now?" Her composure mirrored her understanding of Elyon's temperament, neither surprised nor disappointed by his reaction.It had long been an intriguing observation that Elyon, since the day his mother passed, had been slightly off and, at times, awfully silent and... lost. Even at the tender age of one, when most babies would throw tantrums out of nowhere, especially at night, seemingly to purposefully rob their families of a good night's sleep and peace......these miseries! This one was different. Not entirely so but... He seemed touched by the embrace of sorrow. His eyes reflected a sense of questioning, as if grappling with a weariness and isolation beyond his understanding. Yet, he still possessed a youthful vitality and a sense of belonging that contradicted his actual age.Contradictory?!"Eek!" The one-year-old toddler, with twinkling eyes and rosy cheeks, squealed in surprise. C

Shaking his head slightly, the little boy thought, 'Don't judge a book by its cover. So what if you were right on your lucky guess... tsk tsk, you have changed, Nana. I know you don't have the best impression of him, but to think even you... the great Nana, would be blinded by pettiness.'With a deep breath, not that he needed any, he reached out to grab the book.'Not excited, just curious.' But the light in his eyes told a different story.He held the book in his hands. It looked normal on the surface, with nothing extraordinary about it—except for the fact that it had no title, just a blank yellow cover.Elyon: '...''Don't judge a book by its cover. The surface is but a surface. Besides... what an interesting choice of color. Let's take a look at it,' he reminded himself.Shaking off the surfacing disappointment and unreasonable demand, he flipped open the cover to catch a glimpse of what it had in store for him. Flip.Blank!The first page was blank! There was nothing written o

Feeling dizzy, he closed his eyes. 'Ah, shit! I must have shaken my head one too many times...'Thump!Once again, he lost consciousness.Asselin, who was preoccupied with tidying up the room and other chores, was taken aback by the little boy's strange behavior. Concerned, she asked, "Is everything alright, Little Ely?"When the little boy failed to respond, Asselin let out a sigh. "Not again! Little El, don't even think about trying to charm your way out of this next time because it won't work. You'll be staying in your bed for the rest of the night. Consider yourself grounded." Without waiting for a reply, she gently lifted the soundly sleeping boy into her arms. Observing his peaceful closed eyes and serene expression, she whispered, "Oh, look at you, so sweet and innocent." Tempted, She was about to nibble his rosy cheeks, but restrained herself. "We wouldn't want to wake you up now, would we?" Instead, She simply gave him a goodnight kiss on the forehead and placed him in his bed