This Exciting Life - Chapter 19 Lets Talk 2

Of course, I could just summon my house if the need for protection occurred, but it would still take a few seconds to place the ring down on the ground and run into the house. If a terrible and powerful monster attacked us, even a few seconds could affect the outcome between surviving or dying.

I had a high aptitude for magic and I was beginning to suspect that my stats weren’t at all reasonable, but for now that was just a hunch. A very strong one at that.

I needed the goddess Amaranth, or one of the goddess’ representers with a rank of cardinal as a minimum, to open my magic channels. Apparently it was called Magic Manipulation and was a skill belonging only to the people of the church.

It functioned as a blessing and was performed on all children when they turned 10. Magic belonged to everyone, that was a common law everyone obeyed, even mixed-bloods were allowed to receive it.

In my case, I had to see the goddess directly. I hadn’t received my stats and skills through her, but through The Big Man himself, but I still needed to have my magic channels opened.

I have to admit that I’ve cursed God because of that a few times. Why couldn’t he just have done it? Then I wouldn’t have to travel hundreds of kilometres almost completely defenceless. But I knew that if God answered to my ranting, his answer would have been something like.

“Ohohoho, but then it wouldn’t be fun for you.”

Right right, to struggle is also a part of life. I get it.

***

Evening came and it was time for dinner. We just had late lunch three hours ago, so for me I ate a salat and a couple of apples. Yin and Yang also ate a steak less.

I tried asking about their skills and why they called me mama. Not that I didn’t like it, but they had just lost their real mother and I still wondered where their father was.

If he was dead, then it couldn’t be helped, but if he was alive, then why didn’t he save his children and let his mate die? I hadn’t even met him yet, but I already disliked him and would punch him silly when I did.

Yang, who was the most energetic and talkative, answered.

“Skills? Don’t know. Just do.”

“Mommy?”. His eyes went sad and hung his head at her mention. Yin became to cry and her whole tiny body shivered in fright and bereavement. She was recalling what had happened last night.

Though they called me mama, they hadn’t forgotten or got over their loss. It would take time, I knew that from myself. He continued talking.

“Mommy. Strong aura. Feel it. Escape. Come here. We hide. Fight. Mommy die. See mama. Strong aura. Gentle aura. We love.”

I pinched the space between my eyebrows. That’s my thing, the pinching; I do it whenever I get a little frustrated, feel tired or need to think about something. It wasn’t that I didn’t understand what my son tried to convey, but his speech was a little… well, broken to say the least.

But at the same time it made me happy to hear them speak this much. His voice was deliciously adorable.

Yin didn’t talk as much, but her voice was like a gentle breeze of equally cuteness. She was the shy sibling, but once you earned her love and trust, she would act just as spoiled and adorable as her brother.

In her brother’s case she would even act witty. But, her speech was even worse than her brother’s… or maybe it was her vocabulary that was lacking. To make up for that, she showed her affection more openly and constantly needed cuddling and kissing. Ahh, the mofumofu heals my heart.