#114

One.

A week has passed.

Amelia and little Siu's daily life was peaceful.

Amelia took care of him, giving him five drops of the potion given to him by Duke Keter every day.

Just like the Master had done for him.

I didn't really do this because I wanted to be forgiven when he regained his memories.

Amelia's affectionate feelings for Siwoo and her desire to convey to others the love she received in the past.

I couldn't bear it because I was so happy that I could do something for him and that Siwoo trusted and relied on me.

Perhaps it is thanks to Amelia's efforts.

Siwoo, who was scared at first just by looking at Amelia, slowly began to show friendliness to her.

"Amelia."

"Siwoo, eat cake and enjoy it."

Siwoo, who was sitting at the desk in his room and scribbling something down, saw Amelia and jumped down from his chair to greet her.

His body was growing day by day.

Normally, it is said that young children grow up quickly, but in Siwoo's case, it feels abnormal.

He seems to be growing at a rate of 1cm a day, and his memories seem to be coming back quickly.

In particular, memories of magic recovered particularly quickly.

"thank you."

"If it's not enough, say more. "I'll bring it to you."

"No, I think this is enough. Amelia, would you like to eat it too?"

"Is that so?"

Amelia put the cake down on Siwoo's table and looked down at the paper he had been scribbling on.

Above that, basic magic knowledge was organized in Siwoo's own way.

"Are you studying well?"

"It's really strange. "It reminds me of magic, like it brings back very old memories."

"...It's probably because the memories are gradually coming back."

"Amelia, I have a question. Why does this formula appear in this part? "I tried to prove it in my own way, but something didn't work out."

"Let me see."

Amelia held up Siwoo's solution, which filled the paper with no space.

The level is high.

The formula he was deriving was the 'Yesod Magic Field 1 Law' created by Count Yesod, a law also called the essence of force field mechanics.

There appears to be some variation in the speed and depth with which certain memories are recovered, but even taking that into account, it was a formula so complicated and difficult to prove that Amelia couldn't even touch it when she was young.

"....."

Until now, Amelia had given a very appropriate answer every time Siwoo asked.

Rather than providing all the answers, it only provides clues so that the person can realize how far he has reasoned on his own.

But this time, Amelia was also speechless.

Until the beginning of the official proof, Amelia is clearly recognizable.

Because I solved it using a common magic formula and wrote it down.

However, from the middle part, a completely different interpretation and approach was written.

I felt a sense of déjà vu.

This is the same thing I felt when I saw the draft of the magic circle written by Siwoo in the past.

A situation in which Amelia, a third party, can only draw an outline because it was created with only her own approach and interpretation.

Although it was not as original as it was then, it was clearly seen that it had its own formula.

"Amelia?"

Siwoo's innocent eyes look at Amelia curiously.

Amelia looked at Siwoo with slightly confused eyes.

"Why did you write this down like this?"

"I just wrote down whatever came into my head like I did before. "In fact, I was looking at that tree, and this approach came to mind."

The place Siwoo pointed with his pen was the fractal tree that he had carved like a mural when he surpassed human limitations.

It was also a deformed magic circle that broke away from the existing format to the extent that Amelia could not understand it in the slightest.

The implications of this were clear.

Siwoo's memories are gradually returning.

"Is something very wrong?"

"Siwoo, why don't you take a break for a bit?"

"yes? why? "It was fun because I happened to come across something I didn't know…"

Amelia calmly comforted Siwoo, who was feeling regretful.

"If you focus too much on just one thing, your efficiency may decrease."

"Yes, Amelia."

"I'll spread out a mat in the garden. Let's drink tea together. "I also bring cake."

"yes."

I leave the room one step ahead of Siwoo and calm my confused mind.

We need to prepare a mat and black tea for Siwoo to drink with the cake...

Amelia, who was rummaging through the cupboard and preparing tea, let out a deep sigh.

"Whoa...."

It was like waking up from a sweet dream.

The reality that had been briefly forgotten weighs on Amelia's heart again.

These few days.

Amelia was happy enough to choose this week without hesitation as the happiest moment recently.

Watching Siwoo grow up and learn magic, seeing his height grow every day, and seeing my relationship with him grow closer every day, I was able to overcome some of the loneliness and solitude of the past.

Every moment of waking up with him, walking around the garden, chatting and eating with him, eating his favorite Kipyuch cake, and falling asleep together was a small and precious happiness for Amelia.

Siwoo believes in and follows Amelia.

Siwoo smiles when he sees Amelia.

Siwoo sleeps while holding Amelia tightly.

and.

Siwoo doesn't hate Amelia.

I know that everything is a fleeting miracle created by magic.

However, the past has not been resolved, and the reality that Amelia fears is still curled up waiting for its time.

I was so happy with the warm days that I had forced myself to forget this fait accompli, but it came to mind the moment I saw Siwoo's official proof.

It's been 5 years.

Si-woo's resentment was long and long-lasting.

The same goes for Amelia's own karma.

I did not have the complacent thought that I could turn things around in just a few days of happy living.

I just wanted to enjoy it for a while.

The warmth of family that I feel for the first time since my teacher passed away, the coziness of peaceful days, and this moment of fun being together.

I was just groping endlessly in foolish regret.

But that too will end soon.

Amelia reached into her arms and took out the potion that Keter had given her.

About 20% of the potion has already disappeared.

This is the fuse until Amelia can enjoy vain happiness.

And Amelia could have cut the fuse and stopped it even now.

What if we don't give him the potion like this?

Will his memories never return?

Even if that weren't the case, wouldn't the happy moments with him be a little longer?

Just escaping, ignoring, and putting off the fundamental problem.

A truly selfish, mean, and disgusting imagination.

The impulse of wrong desire fills my heart like the lure of a sweet snake.

"Amelia!"

Before I knew it, I heard Siwoo's voice coming out into the garden and looking for Amelia.

I guess I was wasting too much time.

The bright and friendly voice cleared away the darkness that had been floating around like a dark cloud, even if only for a moment.

Amelia looked at the potion bottle for a moment and then put it back in her arms.

That's wrong.

Amelia has always been on the run.

Now I realize that this hesitation also stems from the urge to escape.

Repeating the mistakes of the past is the behavior of a fool.

Amelia learned from Siwoo that she should never just run away.

"I'll be there soon!"

2.

The day is over.

Looking at the stars at the end of the horizon, Amelia took out the old violin that had been sleeping in a corner of the room.

It had been kept in a case with a preservation spell.

Magic is a science that is worthy of being called a convergence science.

Due to the nature of witches who are required to have artistic knowledge and discipline, Amelia also once played the violin diligently.

Master plays the piano and Amelia plays the violin.

Mozart, Saint-Saëns, Bach, Chausson-Kreisler.

I didn't care about the composer if it was the score that my teacher had obtained, and if there was a concerto, I played it.

It was also the happiest moment for young Amelia, who hated magic.

"....."

I placed my chin on the chin rest and held my neck.

It's been a while so I'm not used to it.

Perhaps thanks to preservation magic, it didn't rot and fall apart, but it wasn't properly tuned.

Amelia adjusted the position of the bridge and wound or unwinded the strings to match the notes.

-Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees

The violin, which has not been taken out even once since she became a witch, whines as if it is blaming its owner for visiting after such a long time.

The fingers that had once moved freely became stiff, and even the posture of holding the bow was awkward.

However, after strumming the strings with the bow a few times, my body began to play, as if old memories were coming back.

The trembling of the fingertips transmitted through the strings.

Even a beautiful melody lingering in your ears.

Things that had been forgotten come back to life.

I don't even know why I got the courage to play the violin again now, or what kind of whim I had.

Amelia continued playing for a while, closing her eyes and giving herself over to the memories.

"wow..."

When I opened my eyes to the sudden noise, I saw Siwoo sticking his head out next to the door.

Siwoo apologizes with a disappointed expression on his face when the performance is cut off.

"Oh, Amelia... I'm sorry. "I didn't mean to disturb you."

"No, the sound is not the same as before. "I was just about to quit."

Siwoo entered Amelia's room in a much more informal manner than before.

I didn't even ask politely if I could come in now.

Amelia felt a little proud as she felt that their relationship had become closer.

At the same time, I felt sad.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes, I guess I studied magic too hard today."

It was getting late.

I could tell that it was almost 12 o'clock just by looking at Siwoo's sleepy half-closed eyes and the fact that he was in pajamas.

"I'll sort it out. Do you want to wait in bed first?"

Siwoo went to bed with Amelia as if it was natural now.

Amelia, who usually doesn't sleep well, also went to bed for Siwoo, as if it was natural.

"Previously..."

Siwoo hesitated for a moment and then sat down on the sofa in front of Amelia.

"I want to hear more of Amelia's playing. "It was so nice to hear."

"is it so?"

These small conversations were unfamiliar to Amelia and were something she missed.

Enough to fill to some extent the deficiency in my heart caused by fragmentation and disappearance.

Amelia approached Siu, stroked his head, and asked.

"Is there a song you want to hear?"

"I think any song would be good. "Actually, I don't know anything."

Seeing Siwoo sitting upright and ready to listen, Amelia gently moved the strings again.

The melody did not reach my ears the entire time I was playing.

I wish this moment could last just a little longer...

Just like complaining about the small wind.

I just think about it over and over again.