The following morning as the weather was just fine. The birds sing happily. The cloud and breeze were dancing around the mansion. A bright new day has begun….

 Elric set a rectangular frame on a wooden table, its center fitted with a smooth, polished pane of reflective glass.

The mirror. Helina and Eugene stood nearby, observing quietly.

“This is the final step,” Elric said. “We’ve calmed the trauma. Now we help her  reinforce that connection, helping her fully inhabit her arm again.”

Lady Cecile entered the room with a cautious gaze. She was stronger now, less afraid of herself, but the disconnection still lingered in her right hand. She could move it, but only when prompted, and never with confidence.

“Please sit,” Elric gestured toward the chair positioned in front of the mirror. “And place your left arm here.”

Cecile complied, resting her functioning left arm on the table surface inside the frame.

Now comes the trick.

Elric covered her right arm, her ‘disowned’ one, with a light cloth, hiding it completely. The mirror stood between her arms, reflecting her healthy left limb in place of her right.

“What do you see?” he asked.

Cecile stared. “My… hands?”

“No,” Elric corrected gently. “Look closer. That’s your left hand’s reflection. But your brain doesn’t know that.”

He leaned in slightly.

“This is mirror therapy. Used in my world to treat phantom limb syndrome and other sensorimotor disconnections. The mirror tricks the brain into thinking the missing or rejected limb is still functioning, by seeing its reflection mimic motion.” Talking in his mind.

He guided her left fingers to move slowly, Open, close, and flex.

The mirror obeyed, duplicating the motion perfectly. From her angle, it looked like both hands were responding.

“Now imagine your right hand doing the same.”

“I… I can’t.” Cecile seems to struggle.

“You don’t have to move it. Just watch. Believe.” Elric tries to convince her.

They continued the process for several minutes. Then Elric gently instructed.

“Now, as you move your left hand, I want you to try moving your right fingers underneath the cloth. Just a little.”

There was hesitation.

Then…

A twitch. Barely perceptible, but present.

“I felt it,” Cecile whispered. “Not just in my head. It moved.”

Elric allowed himself a smile. “Exactly. Your brain is rebuilding the neural link. The mirror gives visual feedback. It tells the brain, ‘This limb is real. This limb is mine.”

Helina scribbled something in her notebook. “So it’s like visual feedback therapy triggering the brain? How the hell do you know this stuff?” Curious about Elric.

“Yes,” Elric confirmed. “The brain’s wiring adapts to perception. By reinforcing visual and motor cues, we’re reversing the disownership. How the hell do I know? Well, it's just a guess.” Try to answer Helina's question.

Eugene leaned over. “So it’s not a curse, it’s the brain glitching because of corrupted emotional past tragedy.”

“Surprisingly accurate,” Elric replied.

For the next hour, they repeated the exercise in silence.

Eventually, Cecile removed the cloth from her right arm herself.

She moved it.

Freely.

No pain. No fear.

No more rejection.

Tears filled her eyes, but she didn’t cry.

Not this time.

She simply placed both hands flat on the table, facing the mirror.

And smiled.

From the doorway, Lord Timberg watched in silence.

He didn’t speak, didn’t interrupt, just stood there, arms folded tightly, as if afraid the moment might vanish if he moved. His daughter was smiling again. Moving both hands. Breathing without fear.

For the first time in years, his shoulders sagged, not in defeat, but in release.

“…Thank you,” he whispered, “You really are the best magician I have seen,” while he took a glance at Elric, though no one heard it but himself.

A week later, the trio gathered in Rosavile’s garden, enjoying tea and sunlight as if they’d truly earned their peace.

That illusion was shattered when Lord Timberg arrived, holding a letter with the seal of the royal academy.

“I’ve made a decision,” he said. “You three have saved my daughter’s life. I can never repay that debt. But I do have one privilege as a baron, even thou I'm just a poor baron. When Cecile is going to the academy, I may recommend up to three people for enrollment at the Elzaria Academy.”

Helina nearly dropped her teacup. “Wait. THE Elzaria Academy?!”

Eugene froze. “You mean that Elzaria Academy is in this Elzaria Kingdom? The one where legendary aura knights, royal magicians, elite inventors, and mad alchemists all graduate from?”

Even Elric blinked. “Isn’t that the place where most of the kingdom’s well known names start?”

Lord Timberg nodded proudly. “Yes. It’s incredibly hard to get into, especially for commoners. Usually, nobles use the recommendation for their personal attendant or exclusive maid. But I don’t have many attendants near Cecile’s age, so… I’m recommending you three instead.”

There was silence.

Then….

“NOOOO...!”

Helina fell backward onto the picnic blanket.

“I was this close to installing mana ventilation in my workshop,” Eugene groaned, clutching his head.

“I already drew blueprint revisions for a sunroof above my alchemy table!” Helina wailed.

Elric stared at the clouds. “We were going to go home… Build a workshop… Sleep until noon… and enjoy a quiet, slow life. Why…why must life be cruel?”

Lord Timberg smiled, then casually added, “Ah, yes. And if you graduate, you’re guaranteed a government position. With a pension. Funded research. And access to royal libraries. Plus, any magic items or inventions you create at the academy will be officially registered under your names.”

The world went quiet.

Kaching…

Helina’s eyes glazed over. “Funded… research?”

“My own invention with my own branding..?” Eugene repeated like he’d just seen the gods.

Elric slowly turned, calculating. Lifelong income… free lab access… my name on an invention patent…a lot of …Kaching…. money sound was made.

“A pension, hmmm…. I need to work just for a few years. Not the highest position, but still can get pension…” Elric's mind was thinking of him lying down at the estate with a lot of money from estate income and pension income, with a grin of a devil on his face.

They looked at one another.

“Guess we’re going to Elzaria,” Elric said again, but this time with a small, twitching grin.

“Suffering from success,” Eugene nodded, his voice full of awe.

“You so cruel Lord Timberg, how can we refuse such an offer?” Helina muttered, already pulling out a pen and sketchpad.

“I swear I just saw this kid grow devil horns and a tail…” Lord Timberg whispered to himself, shaking his head.

Lady Seraphine giggled at her husband’s reaction. “It’s like a miracle, themselves.”

Cecile stood quietly beside her father, watching the trio with a soft smile.
The morning sun cast long shadows across the garden, but her face was calm and peaceful.

“They truly are…” she murmured.
Then, louder. Like a promise carried on the breeze.
“They truly are… Another World Magician.”

The trio sipped their tea in sudden, greedy silence, visions of the bright future glowing on each of their faces.

A few months later…
Eugene kept packing their stuff in the carriage. “How long do you guys want me to wait. Dammit, why does this feel like a dejavu” Eugene shout to both Elric and Helina.

“Mom, don’t worry too much, okay? I’ll write often,” Elric said, reassuring Lenna. “And Dad, please don’t overwork yourself.”

He glanced at Garron, the big and stoic man now awkwardly wiping his tears with a towel.
Who would've thought the tough guy had this kind of side?

“Elric… please….” Lenna’s voice cracked as tears flowed down her cheeks. “Don’t forget to eat… don’t be picky… don’t…”
“Mom,” Elric cut in gently, smiling. “I’ll be fine. I got this.” Then Elric turned to Helina with her parent.

“Mom, I'm gonna miss you so much…” Helina hugging her mom.

“Just go, you wimpy girl. It's only for a few years.” Kate tried to hold her tears.

“Just don’t forget about all the things I said before. And you…” Her gaze turned to Elric.

“Make sure to keep her safe… or else,” Kate muttered, fixing Elric with a glare sharp enough to cut steel.

As Helina turns to Biberdorf Beatrice, her father. “Just remember all of your mom's advice,” Biberdorf, who, quiet contrast to Kate, only said that. “I will, Dad.” Helina hugged him.

As the carriage starts to roll, they wave goodbye to their family and their estate. The little estate that had become their world.

“Well,” Eugene said with a sigh, glancing at Elric and Helina, who were inside the carriage, “I guess another journey’s begin…”

He looked ahead, then down at the metallic gear hanging from his neck, a keepsake from his grandfather.
“But this time… I’m not alone, Grandpa,” recalling the lonely moment before he arrived at the estate.

The sound of hooves echoed down the forest trail, growing softer with each passing moment.
Above them, the sky was clear.
And on the carriage, three bright smiles faced the road ahead.



END~

Authors note:

Hey, you made it this far. Thank you for reading it. Do you enjoy it? Let me know in the comment.

Unfortunately, This will be THE END for this series. Will there be a continuation? Maybe. 

Im actually writing for the purpose of just a hobby. Im posting just to know the others opinion of it. I'll admit it myself, Im not really a good writter. So yeah... Comment down your opinion and review. Let me know If anyone wants the stories to keep going.

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