According to White's knowledge, his father and mother were adventurers with an unusual bloodline. As one's bloodline would determine the magical capability of one person, many people of this world would have a hard time using magic. This is why those who are having that problem would use magical instruments-- or so I call them.
Actually, unlike magic which indicates something unexplainable by science, the "magic" of this world is something more innate to the human body-- something like how the circulatory system works in the internals of our body.
Magic also has its system that is connected to the nervous system and circulatory system through the use of a series of vein-like passageways that connects to an organ in the brain called a "Crux" and another in the heart called "Stigma." While some veins are connected to the lungs to absorb the mana in the environment to be used as fuel for the so-called "Magic."
The Crux indicates whether a person can use magic, while the Stigma tells what kinds of magic one can use. Digging that piece of knowledge from White's memories, I was in awe knowing that I could potentially use magic similar to that of the fantasy heroes I had read in my mother's arms when I was young in my previous world.
However, that thought was cut short after knowing that White's parents had magic that is said to be hard to control. Of course, this was only what White's grandfather told him as his father died in the dungeon, while his mother is unknown. White was left to his father's father who lives on a mountain.
"Although if you think about it, it's just like the countryside."
I muttered as I walked in the wooden-floor hallway while looking outside through a clear window. As I continue to look at the scenery before my eyes, my reflection in the window started to pique my interest. I had white hair that drips downward my head with no sense of bounciness; it was almost as if it was the hair of a girl.
Brushing my hair upwards to reveal more of white's facial, both his iris were similar in color; silver, while having my pupils a bit dark and purplish. The purplish tint, however, was only noticeable when paid with close attention. His nose was not overly sharp, but at the same time not overly flat. If I was to describe it, it was just perfect. While his skin was fair and free of calluses.
As I look at this body's reflection, I thought of how funny it was to see a 7 yrs old with this kind of effeminate features, that even I as a 21 yrs old royalty did not have.
I continued my walk silently in the halls, gazing gently at the scenery outside. When I arrived at the door to the dining room, I stopped. The thought of acting as someone's grandchild never crossed my mind as I was busy being in awe of this new world.
I know from White's memories that his grandfather is a jolly and amiable man which wouldn't make it awkward. However, I thought to myself whether "I" do deserve to take over White's role as the grandchild. As I pondered over what to do, the door was opened by Sophia.
Behind her, across the table, was an old man in his bathrobe holding and reading a newspaper in his left hand while horrendously trying to apply jelly in his bread with the other. As soon as he noticed me, he smiled like a child and greeted me.
"Oooh good morning White! come and eat with me, the new peanut jelly I ordered got delivered earlier"
"Ah.. of course."
"hmm? what's wrong child? are you feeling unwell?"
The old man looks at me with genuine concern, making me feel even more conscious. "I'm okay, it's just that I slept pretty late last night," I replied.
I said as I sat down on the chair in front of this old man. The old man, still eyeing me with concern, noticed my uneasiness with his questioning and decided to change the topic.
"By the way, how's Kayla doing?"
"Kayla?" I asked, "oh she's doing fine ... I think."
Kaylesia, or Kayla as white calls her, is a friend of White who, for some reason, always teases White for his feminine look. She lives in the village of Bluior, further down the mountain from where White lives. Well, apart from the fact that she always teases me, she is known to be a prodigy for her early awakening.
Normally, one awakens around the time of puberty, where their body becomes mature enough. Kayla, on the other hand, awakened a few months back at the tender age of 8.
This makes her quite the natural prodigy, and extremely popular in their village. So I do wonder why she always comes to play with White.
"Ho? I think that girl likes you," the old man says with that wide grin stapled on his face.
"No such thing," I answered back with a wry smile. But the thought of someone liking me never
really crossed my mind. To me, everyone just wore a façade that shows that they like "me." Of course, even if those eyes of theirs disgust me to the point that it makes me want to crawl in a hole, I sucked up to it as it was "my" duty as a prince. This is why hearing something like someone liking "me" was a new experience to me-- or so I thought.
I almost forgot that "I" am not White. This is why if this Kayla would like someone, it wouldn't be "me."
While thinking of this self-deprecating bull crap to myself, the old man noticed me indulging in my deep thoughts.
"White- *Cough**Cough*" As he was about to say something, he started coughing profusely.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"*Ahem**Ahem* It's no problem child, I guess the peanut jelly felt new to my throat." He says as he wipes his red lips with a towel
"Now finish breakfast child, and go play with others."
"But-"
"No buts White! Go and enjoy your childhood!" he said cutting me off from being concerned, almost as if he was trying to hide something.
From the looks of it, despite his great physique, this old man in front of me is sickly. White's memories also show scenes where he catches this old man feeling weak, oftentimes even convulsing.
Realizing something is wrong with him, I unconsciously rolled my fingers to a fist. It was weird though. I knew for a fact that I need to be considerate to this old man before my eyes, but the emotions weren't entirely mine.
"White..."
"What's wrong child?" my grandfather asked.
"I-its nothing!" I said as I ate my meal in an attempt to recompose myself, "I'll be going now."
The old man looked at me with a curious stare as I sprung up from my seat and rushed outside. "Hmm, well whatever." The old man says as if talking to himself, letting the matter of my unusualness go.
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