An ancient saying has already warned us not to bring dangerous things near a child.

Finally, the number fifteen has become my age…

How does fifteen become a cursed number?

The answer is 'school starts'!

“My lovely little brother!!!!”

The night before departing, I leave Salzaal in my room and charge at my younger brother, who is sitting down reading a book.

I look at the time, which is around eleven at night. This is the time a cute little kid should be sleeping, not reading books! But after reconsidering it, I think it is a good thing that Cass sleeps late at night, as he would not be really tall. I am delighted by the idea of having a mini-sized brother.

“Why are you here?” Cass knits his brows as he shifts his gaze from the book in his hands to me, who is sobbing.

“Tomorrow I'll be going to school…” I give a grimace of sorrow. “A magical boarding school! Ju…ju…just the thought of not being able to see your face…”

Tears stream down my face again.