Fetish?

How should I approach them?

Should I tell them that I knew magic and stuff?

It would be bad if they didn't know about each other's secrets.

They wouldn't be like Anya's parents right?

They wouldn't happen to be on the opposing sides?

Ugh

This is frustrating.

Either way I can certainly tell they truly love each other.

Strangely enough their love is way too overwhelming even for me.

Looking at them why ignoring what's in the inside they certainly look like any other ordinary? Couple…

Wait…

Why am I doubting my own words.

Ordinary doesn't seem to sit well.

Scrutinizing my mother…

What's so ordinary about a woman who certainly looks like an Empress and has the elegance, grace and demeanor of one.

And what's with that unreal beauty.

No wonder my preference for women is a bit off the charts.

Having always spent time with my mother my view point in terms of beauty and attitude seems to be very off.

Shifting my gaze to my father.

He doesn't really look like any other ordinary dad out there.

The guy literally has this northern duke aura leaking out from him.

Added to his outstandingly good looks that I can proudly proclaimed I certainly did inherit, everything around him is definitely out of the ordinary.

I couldn't help but slump onto the chair and let out a big sigh.

Why am I only realizing these things now?

Maybe because I'm smarter and much more open-minded than before.

Ugh

Nevermind that…

Mom and dad certainly look like a perfect couple.

And they have me as their perfect child.

Hahaha…

Empath sure is a convenient ability at times like this.

But there are too many uncertainties.

This is harder to process than I thought.

My head hurts…

I would rather deal with my uncontrollable [Universal Sense] than deal with this.

It is clear to me that at this point the two of them are obsessed with each other where they wouldn't be able to live without the other.

Even if they're on opposing sides like Anya Forger's parents they will surely be able to come up with a compromise.

I can also feel the same obsession targeted at me.

But instead of feeling disgusted I feel comfortable and safe.

This obsession coming from them is like a warm blanket trying to protect me.

That's a good sign, right?

What about my adopted sister/cousin?

And where the hell is she?

Forget her for now if it's her she'll be fine.

But it is easier to break the news about an upcoming apocalypse now.

I also wouldn't need to worry too much about their safety.

Although who's going to protect and who's going to be protected might change.

They're clearly superior to me.

Nevermind…

Forget about that.

At least the matter about their well-being is solved.

Why am I even hesitating?

I don't care anymore.

This is not who I am…

Let's be direct.

I'll be myself.

"Mom, dad teach me magic."

Edna and Harold look at their son in shock, their eyes wide open, unable to believe what they've just heard.

Eh…

Why magic?

Why did I ask about magic?

How dumb…

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For the past 3 years her son had begun to change for the better and it made her overjoyed.

Kent is their first and one and only child.

Edna and Harold did everything to convince a second child but to no avail it was impossible.

There was one time where she was pregnant for a second child, a year after Kent was born.

They are a newly wed couple so they're hardworking but due to an accident back at work the unborn child in her belly died.

Losing her child she fell into madness to the point of making an entire city bleed as compensation for her loss and ever since then she never once again got the chance to conceive life.

Harold also went missing for half a year.

He was out for blood and destruction.

She only heard news about two islands going missing.

He returned later with an amputated arm and a missing eye.

They need to kindly (threaten) ask an acquaintance for a favor to regenerate Harold's lost limbs.

Ever since that accident no more ants tried to bother them again.

Edna was able to become a real mom.

And she finds raising a child far more difficult than facing an entire platoon of well armed enemies.

As for Harold her husband is very bad at it to the point that she felt pity for him.

Who would've thought that phantom the renowned perfectionist in his missions couldn't even properly change diapers.

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Back to the topic.

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They're currently in the dining room relishing the silence of the night as they enjoy their usual meal of the afternoon.

A juicy steak and barbecue she prepared herself.

They are a family who enjoy interesting things, delicious food mostly meat and more importantly silence.

All three of them are the silent type.

It's not like they hated to open up a conversation or noise.

It's just that there's really nothing they could share to the dinner table.

Or they might accidentally spill out something their son shouldn't supposed to hear.

At first they did not want to hide things from their son and was planning to reveal things slowly when he grew up but as they were not disturbed by their enemies for years after their rampage they slowly forgot about the matter and just lived like any normal family.

They also know for the fact that their son is a genius and not due to something so pity just because they're his parents.

While his IQ is only slightly above average his understanding and view point of things is completely different.

As if he knew things in a far more deeper manner.

And this behavior of his just became more prominent 3 years ago when he hit the age of 17.

At first she has grown worried about her son but thankfully instead of worsening his slothful behavior it seems to do the opposite and instead rejuvenate him.

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I notice my son giving me a scrutinizing gaze before all of a sudden as if surprised by something the water from his mouth spurted out straight to Harold's face.

I hold back my urge to laugh to maintain my dignity.

I can see the veins on Harold's head twitch for a second but after Kent apologizes Harold let go of the matter.

Harold left the dinning room to go upstairs probably to get clean and change.

I wanted to question Kent on what's going on but after seeing the thoughtful look on his face I decided to wait and not disturb him.

A few minutes later Harold walked downstairs and I can see my son Kent having the same surprised expression as before but this time no spurting out of water.

His surprise changed into deep pondering before it was replaced by astonishment.

I can also see the resolution on his eyes as he looks at us which baffles me.

My curiosity is getting the better of me.

I wanted to ask my son what was going on but he spoke first.

"Mom, dad teach me magic."

His words echoed through my head repeatedly putting me in a trance.

Though it only lasted for a few seconds.

But the moment I snapped back to reality I couldn't hide the shock on my face.

How did he know?

I looked at my husband trying to find anything but after seeing him having the same shocked expression as me, I knew he did not leak anything.

And here I thought I could punish him tonight.

How unfortunate…

My foot is feeling a bit itchy.

Maybe next time.

It seems that my newly purchased black lingerie wouldn't be having its debut.

Cough… Cough…

I'm a bit off topic.

More importantly; how did Kent know about magic?