A week had gone by since then, and the boy's life in this new, strange world began in earnest.

  He would start his day, greeted by the sight of the blond maid opening up the curtains and windows to air up the room, before proceeding to bathe him.

  Then, it was breakfast. His diet consisted of a bowl of soup every time due to his inability to chew solid food. Moreover, she had to feed him by using straws by directly entering it through his mouth.

  It was a process which the boy detested. It was strange to watch a big and long straw enter your mouth with you unable to do anything about it, the boy argued inside.

  When breakfast was over, usually the members of his family would then come in to find him. The sister with the most free time would always be there after every breakfast, his mom would also be there but only when it was time for her afternoon tea break.

  As for his father, every other day or so, he would come, either shortly in the afternoon break, or at night just before it was time for the boy to go to sleep.

  All in all, the boy spent his time getting to know his new family simply by reading their gesture and body language.

  And on the spare time when they weren't around, he spent it by working on his magic. And the reason why he would go out of his way to do that was simply because he couldn't handle the way his family looked when he was having a seizure when overusing his magic.

  Be as it may, the moment when he was left alone was not that much to begin with. From morning to midnight, the blond maid would loyally stay by his side. And the moment he was so much a shaking for a little, she would sprint like the wind out of the room, followed by the rest of the gang not too long after.

  At one point, the caught his father rushing into the room with a black bag under his eyes whilst holding a document in his hand, clearly swamped with work. From that point on, the boy thought to himself to practice as discreet as he possibly could to avoid similar situation from happening again.

  And for him to do that, he needed to find a way to bypass the sharp and mindful gaze that came from the blond maid.

  Luckily for him, he had a way to know just when did he need to stop before his seizure started. And that was the peculiar warning that rang from within his soul whenever things were about to turn dangerous.

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  Using a ball of light took too much out of him as of now and also a foolish choice as the maid would immediately notice that the boy was using magic. He didn't have an issue letting them know he could use magic, since he himself saw how everyone around him seemed to magic. Even the blond maid was using magic to help bathe and feed him.

  The problem was, he wasn't sure a baby like him should be using magic, or worse yet, a baby that was currently tethering between life and death like him.

  That's why the boy chose to be discreet for now, and to that end, he chose to use wind instead of light since the windows were opened, the maid wouldn't be suspicious by the coming and going of the breeze.

  At least that's how the boy believed it to be, but even that failed at the end.

  At first, his conjecture was proven to be true, he could play around with the word magic, conjuring a light breeze, and since the toll it took on the boy was much lesser than the ball of lights, he was able to keep on doing it for quite some time.

  But then, came the watchful eyes of the maid. At first, she didn't seem to notice anything, but the more the boy used his power, the stranger the maid felt.

  She looked around, tilting her head, as if looking for something. She was confused, and that confusion soon turned into doubt.

  And when that doubt was finally directed toward him that sat quietly on the bed, he knew the next time he tried something, she would fly out of the room in her usual frantic manner to fetch the rest of his family. In the end, it was not her job to find proof whether something was wrong with him or not, but the moment she thought something was wrong with him, she had to report.

  Thus, the boy ended his session playing with the wind magic to ease the maid's tense eyes.

  But that didn't mean he was going to give up on experimenting more with his magic. He has all the time in the world, and word magic was a power that basically only limited by his own imagination.

  Besides, after spending what felt like an eternity alone with his own mind in darkness, the boy felt the need to spend his time doing something and not nothing.

  Let me think...How about, I want my body heale-- The warning sharply rang before he finished his thought.

  Different from the previous one, this one was so eerie, strong, and heavy at the same time, the boy instantly knew what would happen if he tried to finish that thought.

  Death.

  He would die instantly.

  Hoo...Damn... He exhaled inside, feeling the trepidation and relief rising from within him at the same time.

  Clearly, trying to heal myself was something I couldn't do. But, if I become stronger, shouldn't it be possible? The more he thought about it, the pleased he was.

  Yeah! I think the problem was I tried to do something that was out of my reach, and that could change if I grow my power...

  His spirit burned zealously.

  Now, what do I do to be stronger...?