Santa Claus Grindelwald

"Oh, children, while I don't object to you studying ahead before school starts, it's time to enjoy Christmas dinner."

Mrs. Wallop entered the living room and spoke gently.

"Okay, coming right away, Mum—" Sean pursed his lips.

Across from him, Ayla was panting as though she had just run five kilometres.

Noticing her precious daughter's condition, Mrs. Wallop cried out, "Oh, heavens, what's wrong with you?"

Sean waved to stop his mother from coming closer. "It's all right, Mum. Ayla's suffered a bit of magical exhaustion. Don't come too close—she still doesn't have enough control over her magic, and sometimes residual magic bursts out."

"Th-this won't cause any problems, will it?" Mrs. Wallop froze where she stood, hands pressed to her chest as she spoke worriedly.

Sean smiled. "Of course not. When it comes to magic, you can trust your son completely—hmph, there aren't many wizards in this world more trustworthy than me."

His confidence immediately put Mrs. Wallop more at ease, though she still looked worried. "Ayla looks like she's suffering. Is it serious?"

Mr. Wallop, having heard the commotion, also entered the living room. He said solemnly, "Will she still make it to dinner on time? Ow—"

His wife viciously pinched the soft flesh at his waist.

Mr. Wallop immediately rubbed his hands ingratiatingly at his furious wife, then explained, "I saw it earlier—Sean already explained everything to me. Ayla will be fine."

While observing Ayla, whose eyes were tightly shut as she continued panting, Sean explained, "Yes, there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Right now, I'm mainly observing Ayla's magical outbursts so I can create a more suitable magic growth plan for her later."

Even though his parents would not understand everything related to magic, Sean still explained earnestly, "The symptoms are magical exhaustion, but strictly speaking,