I’m Glad I Was Born as Their Child
I really was glad I’d been born as these two people’s child.
“Th-this is... certainly magic.”
“Are you absolutely sure, Priest-sama? This child is only turning one tomorrow.”
“Yes, Baroness. There is no mistake. This is a bestowed magic.”
It seemed Mother could see the magic circle floating in midair too.
Panicking, Mother immediately reported it to Father-dono. Then my parents hurriedly brought me to the town church.
To have my magic appraised.
Apparently, in this world, there were rare cases where people were born already granted magic by the gods.
Of course, it was also possible to learn magic through effort.
However, magic bestowed by the gods was exceptionally compatible with its owner, and when comparing someone who received a magic from birth with someone who learned the same magic through training, the former would overwhelmingly surpass the latter, or so the priest explained once we arrived at the church.
“So then, Priest-dono, what kind of magic does Dermont have!?”
“Well... it’s quite an unusual magic.”
Unusual!? Wh-what kind of magic is it!?
“The magic shown by the gods is, umm... alchemy.”
“Alchemy? As in alchemist’s alchemy...?”
“M-most likely. Please allow me to look through some old records. One moment, if you would.”
Alchemy... You mean that thing where you make potions and stuff?
That counts as magic?
Anxiety appeared in my parents’ eyes as they looked at me.
Were my parents going to be disappointed in me for receiving some trash-tier magic?
Were they going to turn into toxic parents like the ones from my previous life?
Those fears crossed my mind.
Eventually, the priest returned carrying a single book.
“I found it! There’s a record of one other person in the past who received alchemy magic!”
“Really, Priest-dono? Then what kind of magic is it exactly?”
The priest flipped through the book in his hands.
“Yes. Umm, in simple terms, it’s the same as alchemy. However, when producing medicine through alchemy, there are many different work processes involved, correct? Alchemy magic apparently allows all of those processes to be skipped.”
“By processes, you mean things like drying herbs or roasting them?”
“Yes. All of that can be omitted, allowing potion production to be completed instantly.”
Going by that explanation, alchemy in this world sounded pretty analog.
And this let you do it all in one click, like in a game?
Sure, it might be convenient magic, but that was about it.
“According to these records, the one who possessed alchemy magic in the past created all sorts of things.”
The priest turned the open pages toward us.
There were things that looked like magic circles, potion bottles, and then… A chair? Huh?
There were drawings of pots and tableware too.
This was a little different from the alchemy I’d imagined.
It was closer to a crafting skill.
But honestly, if you asked whether such magic was truly necessary, the answer was questionable.
Potions could already be made through alchemy. Furniture and dishes could already be made by craftsmen.
All my magic did was create things “instantly.”
Useful, sure. But merely useful.
Who would actually be happy about a magic like this?
“That’s incredible, Dermont!”
Right. Incredible… eh?
“Yes, truly. A magic that can create things instantly is wonderful.”
“In an emergency, your magic would let us get medicine immediately too. Though of course, you’d still need materials.”
“That’s right. My healing magic can only heal injuries, after all. Treating illnesses requires medicine.”
They were... happy about it...?
“Hahaha. Someday, I want you to alchemize a chair for my office.”
“My, that sounds lovely. Then perhaps I’ll ask for a tea table for the terrace.”
Father... Mother... I...
“O-oh my, what’s wrong, Der?”
“You suddenly started crying. What happened, Dermont?”
Without thinking, I burst into manly tears and clung to Father and Mother. The two of them hugged me tightly, cherishing me.
At that moment, I became certain.
I truly was glad I’d been born as these two people’s child.
And... I had obtained it. A kind family… On that day, I was finally able to truly believe it.
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To repay my parents for praising my crafting-type magic, and to grant Father and Mother’s wishes, I needed to master this alchemy magic.
Now then, let’s recall what happened when the magic circle appeared.
Right before that, I’d been doing my daily mana manipulation practice. I’d touched the knitting needle while extending mana to my fingertips.
That was when the magic circle appeared, so let’s try recreating the same conditions.
“Sowyoself!”
Just as I thought!
When I touched something while covering myself in mana, the magic circle appeared.
Now then, how do I use this thing?
Inside the circular design was a hexagram. The outer edge was densely packed with symbols, or maybe letters, but inside the hexagram, the hexagonal section itself, nothing was written.
It practically screamed, “Place the item you want to alchemize here.”
But the magic circle was floating vertically in midair…
“Okeukaaaahhh!”
The moment I smacked the floating magic circle with a tsukkomi slap, the magic circle actually moved!
Ah, so I can touch it.
Then I placed it on the floor, and put the knitting needle in the center.
And?
… Nothing happened. What was I supposed to do?
“Dooosometinkoyy!”
I slammed both hands against the floor. Maybe it was because I was a child, but I just couldn’t suppress impulses like this.
As I kept smacking the floor over and over, words suddenly floated into my mind.
“Cwus?”
The instant I voiced the question aloud, the knitting needle placed on the magic circle... shattered into pieces!?
Huh? W-wait a second.
P-pieces!?
Huh? Did my alchemy magic just do that?
Huh? Shattered... what do I do... I destroyed the knitting needle!?
“Ukyyaaaahhhhhhh!”
My scream made my parents, who had been talking with the butler in the next room, rush over.
“W-what happened, Dermont!?”
“You don’t seem injured anywhere... oh my? What’s this wood debris?”
Awawawawawawa.
Mother’s knitting needle... had turned into nothing but wood chips.
“S-sh-showwy, Hahaue...”
I didn’t know whether it was important to her or not, but I’d still destroyed Mother’s belongings.
Even if it was for the sake of figuring out how my magic worked, that was wrong.
I felt I had to apologize honestly, so I tried, but for some reason, Mother looked delighted, her face glowing with excitement.
“D-did you hear that!? Dear, Der just called me Hahaue!”
“Ahh, I heard it, Katia. Dermont. I’m Father, alright? Chi-chi-ue.”
Was this... prompting?
Come to think of it, I hadn’t spoken much in front of my parents. I’d been afraid they’d think I was strange.
But I was already one year old. Baby talk probably wouldn’t seem suspicious anymore.
“Chi, chiue-chono.”
“Hmm? Chichiue… chono?”
Ah. I’d reflexively added an honorific again.
“Chichiue.”
“That’s right! I’m Chichiue! Hahaha, Dermont, you’re amazing.”
“Fufu. I was worried your speech might be a little delayed compared to your physical development, but it seems you’ll be just fine.”
Wha!? So I could’ve started talking earlier!?
I hadn’t known, and I figured staying quiet was safer than being thought of as overdeveloped.
Alright. From now on, I’ll talk a little more. It’ll help me practice pronunciation too.
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