Perhaps after reading the contents of the magic scroll yesterday, Mirai felt that his control over the fire element had improved once again.
With the beating of Mirai's heart, a small flame rose from the index finger of his right hand.
At present, Mirai could, as if performing a magic trick, pour the small flame from his index finger onto his middle finger, then move it to his ring finger, until the flame finally rested on his pinky.
Moreover, Mirai could pour the flame back from his pinky to his index finger. It sounded a little boring, but in truth, it was already boring enough...
Mirai set off for the mining area early in the morning. He had no choice but to wait for his new weapon, though Moffat had promised it would be finished by the afternoon. He had already waited for most of the day. That afternoon, Mirai lay bored on the grass near the mining area, basking in the sun as he waited for time to pass.
It was the season when spring turned to summer. The sunlight was gentle, and birds and flowers sang together. After wandering across the soft lawn, he suddenly felt that life was rather comfortable.
"If only things with Lin Lin weren't so bad!"
Mirai thought that if not for the issue of the title's inheritance, his relationship with Lin Lin should not have become so terrible. He could have comfortably lived the happy life of an ordinary young master.
In "his" memories, after his mother passed away, Lin Lin and his mother moved into the residence. Lin Lin had already been ten at the time, while Mirai was nine.
The two had not had many unpleasant moments during their childhood. Forest ate everything except delicious food. However, whenever other children mocked