“Uh… yes. Is there a problem…?”

In response to my answer, Nathaniel approached briskly, took the copy from my hand, and scrutinized it.

“Did you really read this?”

“Yes.”

I really don’t understand why he’s reacting like this.

“Oh, is it because you think I might dislike you due to your origins being a bit different?”

“Well, that too, but… since when can you read Ancient Language?”

“What?”

Ancient Language? What is he talking about?

Nathaniel stood in front of me and unfolded a page from the copy.

“Read this.”

“Hmm… ‘Dragons, as representatives of darkness, possess powerful forces to restore order to the world’s chaos.'”

“You really know how to read it.”

He laughed in disappointment and sat down next to me. I still didn’t grasp the situation.

Why is reading this strange?

Examining it more closely, I realized it looked different from the usual characters I read.

It was a familiar script I had forgotten because it had been so long.

“It’s Hangul!”

Nathaniel sat next to me in astonishment. Without saying anything, he grabbed my hand, blinked his eyes, and asked,

“Who taught you Ancient Language?”

“Um, well…”

How should I explain this? I didn’t want to lie to him.

So, I decided to tell the truth.

“It just… comes naturally to me.”

“…”

I looked at the bewildered Nathaniel and asked,

“Don’t you know how to read Ancient Language?”
“I can’t read it as easily as you do. I’ve only interpreted about half of the entire content, and there are many parts where I guessed the meaning by looking at the surrounding sentences.”

He had a slightly bitter expression. I reached out and lightly touched his cheek.

“Shall I try interpreting it for you?”

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Of course. If you bring me a book in Ancient Language that you really need interpreted, I’ll do my best.”

Nathaniel nodded eagerly with a face full of joy. I couldn’t help but smile at his adorable appearance.

Of course, I didn’t know how many books he would bring.

A few days later.

With a thud, ten books appeared on the desk, books that seemed to be overflowing. Beyond the stack of books, Nathaniel’s hair was faintly visible.

I looked dumbfounded at the books and asked, “What are all these?”

“These are the books I haven’t properly interpreted so far.”

Nathaniel’s eyes were unusually sparkling. Feeling sorry to refuse, I quietly opened one of the books.

“I’ll give it a try.”

Reluctantly, I reached out and took the book from the top.

『The Basics of Magic 1』

Just by looking at the title, it seemed difficult and rigid. Nathaniel was still standing next to me with excessive anticipation. Finally, I took a deep breath and opened the book.

“It’s difficult!”

Knowing how to read the characters and understanding the content were completely different.

The book, filled with complex formulas and explanations, seemed much more challenging than similar books I had seen in my past life.
“Is it enough to just interpret this?”

“Yeah, that’s all. You don’t have to rush.”

Having said that, Nathaniel planted a kiss on my cheek.

“Thank you.”

Whispering in a pleasant voice, he quickly left the room, seeming embarrassed.

I rubbed my cheek, watching the door where Nathaniel disappeared, and then turned my gaze back to the book.

“Let’s see…”

I placed the pen Nathaniel gave me on the blank paper from yesterday and infused a bit of magic into it.

It was a pen that automatically recorded as I read, according to what he said.

Just seeing the gift he gave me, a pen that would make my reading easier, made me smile.

I began to read the unfolded book slowly. Reading was not difficult.

It was a bit boring, but thinking it was for Nathaniel gave me strength.

“Phew, should I take a short break?”

I gathered the magic I put into the pen and stood up. There were still several books piled up.

I pulled out one of the remaining books, flipped through the pages quickly, and suddenly exclaimed, “Huh?”

The untitled book was actually a notebook.

On the slightly yellowed, lined paper, there were scribbled and crooked words.

“Nathaniel’s writing.”

It was the handwriting of the young boy I had seen before. The content was more challenging than I thought. Considering it was written by a boy who was probably only around ten years old, it was surprisingly profound.

Checking the last page, I held my breath.

It was more like a diary than anything else, filled with grumbling and murmurs.
[I hope to master magic soon and become a complete person. It feels terrible to transform into a monster every time I change. Yesterday, Mother threw a plate at me and hit my forehead.

It didn’t hurt, but it’s annoying.

I want to live quietly alone. In a place where no one is around.

I would rather be abandoned; it would make me happier.]

In several pages of the diary, the dry emotions of young Nathaniel, hoping to be abandoned by his mother, were vividly written.

Every day, the vivid image of young Nathaniel despairing and disappointed was portrayed.

Finally, when his mother passed away, Nathaniel felt a strange relief, as written in the diary.