Mooneta High School's

The real heir

Aunt took me to the basement, with Oliver of course. Actually, I wanted to ask permission to leave, but why was he brought to this place.

"Yourf!"

We had to walk a little down when we passed the entrance to the basement which was about a hundred and fifty centimeters in size. Then the aunt lit candles that were lined up throughout the room with her magic power. I was amazed to see his incredible ability, before he had never done this in front of me.

Actually the room was not too short, enough for us to stand upright. It's just that it looks like the entrance was made shorter to outwit strangers. Those who caught a glimpse of it from the outside, must have thought that this was a warehouse or a room to store food stocks.

I pulled my robe over, then took my place at the long table. My aunt sat across, right in front of me. While Oliver mediated for both of us.

Aunty took out a fairly thick old book, about four hundred to five hundred pages like that. Then wiping some of the dust attached there with a sassy, making the micro objects fly haphazardly in the air.

"Get the stick!" aunt orders Oliver.

Oliver nodded respectfully, then walked towards a closet in the corner of the room.

"What is an old storage area?" my mind in my heart.

I can see the contents even if only briefly. Many piles of old books, just like the one aunt holds today. There are also some cloak cloths that have looked weathered due to age. The model looks different to the one we're wearing now, it looks like it's been a long time. Maybe the legacy of alumni of this school who have graduated long before us. Roughly so what they are now after the graduation of the strange school founded by the mother.

Oliver took out a shiny wooden stick from inside the glass box, then handed it to auntie. It's definitely not just any stick, it's very special. The proof is only this stick is treated differently from other objects lying there.

Again this middle-aged woman showed off her magic abilities. He made the stick hover in the air, then moved slowly towards me. I stared fixedly at the stick that was now hanging with magical power just above my head.

"Catch her!" said aunt suddenly.

Fortunately, I immediately did a reflex movement to hold it. If not, this precious thing must have been broken.

"Whoops!" relieved say.

I'm breathing a sigh of relief now.

"That's your mother's wand" said the aunt.

"Mother?" my mind in my heart, while highlighting the object that is lying on top of my palm.

So this is that woman's thing. The woman who gave me life, then left me. I almost died because of it. Died of the gripping silence, and the disappointment that had shackled me for so many years.

"Now wear this stick. Take her with you always, because you don't know when danger will threaten you. Especially now we must always be aware of the circumstances around us," explained aunt.

I don't know what to do. It feels like those words, just successfully hit my heart. They all seem to be giving me a lot of responsibility. I feel like right now the whole school is taking shelter right behind me. I would feel so guilty if they were threatened with danger. But on the other hand, I also hate myself. I hate my life, I hate my old world.

"How is it? I don't even know anything!" reply me with a loud voice.

"Just calm down I will help you," replied the aunt in a calm tone.

Aunty shifted a candle from the corner, into the middle of the table. Of course, again using his magic skills. Then he put out the small fire, making the room a little fainter than before.

"Now try to focus your attention on this candle" the aunt ordered.

Without a second thought, I immediately did as my aunt ordered. I try to concentrate on just one point. Although I don't really know what I'm supposed to do this for.

"Suggest you if this fire will come back on by itself. Make sure you can do it."

My aunt gave me instructions again. It does look so stupid. But magic is something that is always beyond the logic of most people. It would only be considered reasonable for those who believed it.

I try as much as I can to do it. Following all the strange orders from him, hoping something would really happen. At least if this time I can do a miracle, maybe it can change my mindset about magic.

"The fire will burn! Gotta light!"

I tried to convince myself, even though I still didn't fully believe this.

Suddenly a beam of light that had been lost was back to complete the silence of this room. My eyes were perfectly round looking at the scene that had happened in front of me just now. My hands shook in disbelief.

"Is this real?"

I'm trying to make sure that this isn't an eye trick, making sure that it's not the effect of the suggestion I created myself.

It's real, I've really done magic. Although it was just a little magic that might not mean much, it was a very impressive experience for me. Given that not all can successfully perform magic in the first experiment without failure, it is impossible to happen. But not with me. Does this have anything to do with our mother, or our family lineage.

"Your strength will continue to grow over time" said the aunt.

"A good start!" timpal Oliver's.

I tried asking carefully. "Does my power have anything to do with my father and mother?"

"Of course, you've been given this power since birth. It's just that no one ever told you about this."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"The scenario is big Nhea" said Oliver, who is now involved in our talks.

"meaning?"

"When someone who inherits magic learns it before he turns seventeen, it will threaten his own life" Oliver explains.

"Because if you learn magic when you're not old enough, that's the same as opening a gate. Evil magic will force its way into the body of its target. And when the automatic resistance of your body works, it's very likely that your life can't be helped" she added.

"I was also careless. I used to do magic at the age of eight. I almost died because of my innocence. Lucky my mom put me in this school. I'm sure they can all take care of me until I'm ready" Oliver explained.

"Wait a minute, you said only someone who inherits magic can do it when they're kids, right?" my many.

"Yes right, my mother inherited that power. Until finally me and my brother became his heir now."

"You have an older brother?"

"Jongdae, he's my brother."

So that man is Oliver's older brother. It is fitting that the two of them are chosen as the head of the dormitory. The school had entrusted them as leaders, as they were indeed worthy of occupying that position.

I can draw the conclusion, if the heirs of witchcraft have a chance to become leaders. The power that was lodged in them, will protect many people in the future. Or maybe the opposite.