He did what?!" Emilia's face was as white as sheet of paper when she bellowed out.

"The little one is still sleeping, so don't start shouting so early in the morning." Emeralda had her arms folded in displeasure as she scolded her daughter. Then she went back to leaning back on her chair. "But yes, he was practicing how to use magic on his own."

It was early in the morning, the sun shooting the first of its lances on the house. Emilia and Emeralda were seated around Sebastian's bed while Bel was off to the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"And you did not think to tell me this mother?!" Emilia's shoulders were shaking with fear.

"I would have told you if something wrong happened. And even if something wrong did happen, I would have handled it like I did you, your sister, and Yasmeen." Emeralda was more casual about the matter compared to her daughter.

It was true, Emeralda never allowed harm to come to any of her family members. Emilia could argue that that was also because they did not even need to got into isolation in the first place, but the most important factor was-

"Mother, my son could have died. You understand that, right?" Emilia was starting to suspect that her mother had lost the ability to feel fear.

Sebastian's mana was already potent enough to alter Emilia's appearance in the first three months of her pregnancy, from then it grew her mana capacity and she underwent assimilation again. That was not natural no matter how you looked at it. Emilia had to take a year off training because Bel was worried of what her new mana capacity and assimilation might do to her body.

Nothing happened, thankfully, and Emilia was allowed to train again, but the condition that Bel would keep observing her.

"Bah, he's still alive isn't he?" Emeralda flipped off the question, "And the island is keeping his mana stable. Let me not forget to mention that he has those eyes too. So what's so bad about him learning magic early on? Besides, I'm here for him, aren't I?" If Emilia's argument was a bullet, then Emeralda was bulletproof.

Emilia sighed. "Mother, I have no intention of risking my son's life like that. He is special, that I will not deny, but the thought of him dying on me scares me too much for me to even think about teaching him magic. My need to preserve his life outweighs my desire to spoil him."

Emeralda reclined further on her chair, the chair producing a creak of protest, and crossed her arms at her back. It was the not-so-elegant way of sitting you would not expect from anyone, especially someone of royalty, and someone as old as she was. "Why don't you just say that to the boy instead of making him think that you're on some not-so-secret mission to hold him back? You're only making him feel agitated, ya know."

"I can't do that. What if he ends up hating magic because of it?"

Emeralda's brow rose. "And you think it's better for the little one to hate you? The boy is already making tremendous progress on his own Emilia. It's only a matter of time before he makes a breakthrough and starts finding you guys useless." then she continued in her casual tone like she did not just take a snipe at her daughter, "Look I know that fire elementalists in general tend to implode if they are not stable but come on, when was the last time that happened?"

"I don't want that first time in a while to be my son thank you very much."

Emerald sighed. "Regardless, I suggest you tell him the truth and see where we go from there. I think that's better for all of you."

♪

"Yeah, we'll definitely play with you!"

With the cheerful declaration from my older brother (from my previous life), my eyes fluttered open.

I was coming back from a memory that visited me in the form of a dream from time to time. A memory that made me love the breathtaking sceneries from tall places. The first time I experienced true happiness in life. The thought made me smile fondly.

"Okay then, I can consider that."

My mom's voice pulled me from my trip down memory lane and, as if prompted by her voice, my eyes wandered around the room.

Mom and the hag were seated together, the latter of the two seated rather inappropriately for someone her age.

"Good morning." I announced my return to life with a greeting as I sat up on the bed. My body was quite sluggish, reacting slowly to my commands.

"Good morning brat." The hag replied haughtily. If the ego could literally inflate a person's head, I doubted this planet could hold the hag's head.

Well, I doubt it could hold my head too.

Mom came around the bed to hug me, smothering me in her generous chest. "Good morning my baby. How are you feeling? How did you sleep?"

I pushed mom away before I spoke. "I won't be able to answer any of your questions if you suffocate me like that." Seriously, the woman's breasts were weapons I tell you. "I am okay, and I slept okay, okay?" I replied to her questions.

Mom looked a little hurt that I pushed her away the way I did. Well, I did not like being smothered. Though it was more like I was not used to it. She was a great woman but I did not like being babied. Again, not used to concern like the way this family offered.

Still carrying her sadness on her tomboyish face, I watched her drag her chair to my side where she plopped down. She regarded me timidly, rubbing the side of her cheek with her index finger. The gesture reminded me of the hag.

The woman's got potent genes huh? She was giving out her gestures and speech patterns left and right.

Mom seemed to want to say something but she was taking too long. So I turned to the hag. The hag just gave me a look that said Just be patient and listen for once brat!

Ignoring how weird it was for the hag to express herself so vividly with her eyes alone, I turned back to mom.

"Well... Mother told me that she decided to start teaching you magic."

... Huh?

I could feel my anger bubble up. Depending on what mom said next, she might have a rather harsh verbal exchange with me.

"Thing is-" Mom tried to continue. It was clear to me that she was struggling to put to words what was on her mind.

"Yeesh, what she's trying to tell you is: They haven't been keeping you from learning magic because they were holding you back. It's just that there was a possibility of you imploding if they weren't careful because of how dense and potent your mana is for your body." the hag clarified. Or rather, made things worse, again..

... Huh?

My anger melted away.

This reincarnation is a rip-off. I realised once again.

"Mother!" Cried mom.

The hag shrugged. "What?"

"You could have found a less crude way to say that."

Is there really a way to downplay that? I wanted to cry.

It felt like I was a kid caught putting his fingers into the holes of a wall socket. Now that I had learnt how dangerous what I was doing really was, I was scared. My instincts of self-preservation were telling me to throw every notion of learning magic out the window.

"I don't think there's a less crude way to tell a person that they could implode." the hag was vocal about the wisecrack I kept to myself.

But-

"Why didn't anyone tell me?!" I cut over the side argument mom and the hag were having with an explosion of anger, rising to stand on the bed.

I had resented my parents for months now for not teaching me magic. Sure, I owed them an apology because they seemed to be protecting me in their own clumsy and foolish way, but they owed me far more for keeping such valuable information from me. I could have died, again.

Shit, I can never get used to that truth. Every reminder of my death was like an instant dose of depression. I instantly felt jetlagged.

I wanted to palm my face at how much it now made sense how antsy they were to teach me magic. They weren't holding me back at all. They were concerned for my well-being.

Whoops. was all I could really say about the false accusations.

There was nothing more for me to say. I could apologise, sure, but hey.

The hag lifted her arms in defence. "Hey don't look at me brat. I tried, and got outvoted."

"You watched me, for three months, and you didn't stop me!" I wasn't going to let her wiggle herself out of taking blame so easily.

"In my defence, I was curious about what would happen when you finally unlocked your mana." The hag spoke casually at that.

"I could have imploded! Does that not ring any danger alarms in your mind?!"

"Not really, no." The hag admitted shamelessly.

That reply sucked the wind out of my sails. Despite having just woken up, I was tired again.

This family is too much.

They made me shout more times than I did in my previous life. Actually, I interacted more with this family than my old one. And it was exhausting. I never realized how tiring speaking could be until they came into the picture. I felt like every exchange shaved a few years off my lifespan.

"Honestly, you lot are hopeless." I sighed, sitting back down on the bed.

Now wiser than I was a moment ago, I addressed them more calmly.

""Show some respect brat!"" It appeared both mom and the hag were outraged about my valid disappointment in their actions. Mom had my left shoulder and the hag had my right shoulder as they shook me violently with looks of indignation plastered on their faces.

"You should both show some concern and consideration. You can't just gloss over such an important piece of information." I then realised. "Still on the matter of glossing over important information: why isn't there a warning of implosion on any of THE THEORY OF MAGIC books?!" innocent lives were at stake here.

They halted their shaking.

"Oh, that's a problem only royals face." the hag replied smugly.

"Potentially imploding is not something to be proud of! Are royals cursed?! Is that it?!" I was really considering a refund on this reincarnation. Things were turning out more wrong than right. I thought this was a new leaf where I would be happier this time around.

Though it was my own fault for expecting a happy ending from a monster-infested world.

Isekai and Fantasy light novels and Manga were a favourite of mine, but this was not a light novel or a Manga. If it was, then I clearly wasn't the protagonist.

"Not cursed, it's just that some have more mana than their bodies can handle." The hag explained with a potent amount of confidence.

"That's definitely a curse though." I put my hands over my face and hummed in frustration, "Hmmmmm!" I could definitely feel the years being shaved increase.

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"Regardless of that, how do you feel?" the hag waved off my important argument to ask her question.

"You know, you really should learn to be considerate of what others have to say." I chose to speak my mind instead of answering what she asked.

She folded her arms, staring at me defiantly. "Are you really saying that to me?"

Honestly, I had no right to rebuke her like that since I never really practiced listening to what others have to say their.

But I still stared back at her in the same defiant manner. "I am."

"Okay cut it out you two." mom pushed us away from each other. "I swear the two of you fight like siblings."

""It's not my fault he's/she's so stubborn."" The hag and I spoke at the same time. A vein pulsated at the sides of our temples as we pointed a finger at each other. ""I'm stubborn?! You should look in the mirror!"

"That's it." The hag pounced.

I had the instinct to bring up my foot, nailing her in the face and using it to push her back. That was the scene father walked into when he came to get us for dinner.

♪

"Again." came from over me.

I was lying on the floor, gulping on my breaths. The owner of the voice was my mother, who had kicked me down a second ago.

"Don't push him too hard Emilia." the concerned voice belonged to my grandmother, who was watching at the side.

It had been agreed the previous day that I should be allowed to rest after I passed out, but mom had other plans.

"If he can't take this much, then he's hopeless." mom said coolly, like her words would not damage my developing self-esteem.

"You do realise that I'm only six, right?" I struggled, but managed to pull myself up by digging my short sword into the ground to use for support.

"So?" mom brandished her sword, the blade gleaming with the saliva of the tongues of sunlight that licked it.

"Hey grandma, what happened to mom?"

The hag was all shrugs. "For as long as I have known her, she has always been this way."

"Stop buying time with your babbling Sebastian! Let's go again. And concentrate!" Mom spoke in an admonishing tone.

I took in a deep breath and nodded, taking my fighting stance.

Concentrate Sebastian. Mom was right, I was not concentrating.

My inability to concentrate was because light had been shed on a lot of secrets during breakfast.

So not only did father have two wives, who were sisters, I also had an older sister. I was only told her name: Yasmeen. I anxiously wanted to meet them. I could not wait.

I want to meet them.

My parents had explained that they never spoke about the rest of our family to avoid me being anxious about getting to meet them since it would not have been possible because of my unique situation. They also could not visit because if something wrong had happened, our entire lineage would have been wiped off the face of the planet.

They were right.

I was comfortable living in this secluded island with my family, knowing that they were the only people I had. Now that it turned out that there were two more people out there waiting for me, I wanted to meet them too.

Truth was, not a day passed in my previous life without me praying for the deaths of my parents and siblings.

Yes, they were that much of an eyesore.

This family, however, was different. I actually wanted to live my whole life with them. Without me even noticing, they had wormed their way into my heart and found a special place for themselves in it.

"Sebastian!" Mom's shout snapped me back to reality.

"R-right, sorry." Conce-

Like she was one with air itself, mom appeared in front of me with her blade poised to strike. I was caught off guard and unprepared. The only thing I could do was to close my eyes and wait for the pain.

I waited with baited breath for the pain to come, but it never did come.

"Are you trying to kill our only son?" father's voice came instead.

I opened my eyes to see father holding the sword at bay, keeping it from decapitating me.

"If he dies, we can just make another one." mom reasoned.

"Hey!" I barked at the safety of being behind father. Who is this woman, and what did she do to my mom?! Seriously!

I remember I once wondered how the hag gave birth to my mom. Safe to say that thought was long gone.

"I'd like to keep this one too." said father, then he pushed the sword back to mother.

Mother made a casual swing with her blade before she brought it up, the tip pointing at father. She then threw the sword behind her. The blade spun in the air before it sunk into the ground to stand vertically like it was waiting for someone worthy to pull it out.

Mom's fist met her open palm. "Want to go, dear husband?"

Whoa, whoa, whoa! How did things escalate so quickly?!

"I thought you would never ask, dear wife." Father took off his blazer, folded it, then he handed it to me. "Go sit with your grandmother, okay baby boy."

Red-faced, I pouted at father. I don't know why he took a liking to calling me that. What happened to Little Dragon? At least that name sounded cooler.

Father rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. The stern expression on his face made it obvious that this was a serious ordeal.

"Are you two for real right now?" I had to ask again.

"Sebastian, just go sit with your grandmother, okay?" Mom emphasized her point with a stomp that shook the ground, leaving behind a crater.

With the point made, I retreated from the training ground that was about to become a battlefield, and to the hag's side.

"Are they seriously going to fight?" I sat down next to grandmother.

"They are. Normal couples just talking things out. Your parents prefer duking it out first before they talk things out."

What sort of maniacs did I get born to?! wait, "They haven't disagreed on anything though."

"They did. A few months after you were born, your father spilled tea on you, as I'm sure you remember. They still have lingering feelings about that."

"But that was five and a half years ago." I groaned. These two have got to be insane. I really think I need a refund on this reincarnation.

"Are you ready?" asked mom, taking up her stance.

"Bring it." Father took his own.

What followed next was the greatest hand-to-hand combat match I had ever seen. And I was an Anime fan in my previous life.

The bodies of mom and father distorted before they glitched like CDs right before my eyes, then the were nowhere in sight causing my eyes to widen in excitement.

They reappeared at the centre of the clearing the next moment like they teleported there where they threw punches at each other.

The clash was like thunder rumbling in the sky, the recoil of the attacks sending them skidding back from each other.

They did not waste a moment and charged each other again.

Father threw a punch but mom was able to weave under it with expect timing, retaliating with a punch that was aimed at father's stomach. Father was able to block the attack swiftly with his left hand encompassing the fist into its grip, and he retracted his outstretched right arm, sending an elbow at mom's head.

Mom acted fast and brought up her left hand overhead to block the elbow with her open palm.

Their battle was still in the opening stages but I was already at the edge of my sit. It was like I was inside an Anime watching the action live.

Mom used her advantage of a better centre of gravity to shift into father's guard by letting his attack through which caused father to stumble into an uppercut. Father would have gone airborne but mom yanked him back down by his ankle and slammed him on the floor like she was playing whack-a-mole, before she tossed him to the side like a ragdoll, and into a tree.

"Oh my." Granny was clearly amused by the battle.

I literally had stars coming out of my eyes in admiration of how mom was dominating the battlefield.

"You will pay for that, dear wife." father pulled himself up like nothing had happened, approaching mother with steady strides as he loosened his tie.

"Try me, dear husband." Mom charged, faster than she was before.

Father was equal to that burst of speed.

They seemed to be in a stalemate. Every attack mom made, Father was able to either dodge or parry before he retaliated with attacks that mom was able to either evade or block.

Father went for a jab but mom blocked the attack and pushed him back, then she kicked at his side. Father barely blocked the attack, only able to absorb the worst of it with his left arm before he skidded on the side. Though he was quick to recover and charge at mom.

Father swiped diagonally at mom's chest, an attack mom was able to side step, and she retaliated with a punch to father's face.

Father ducked below the the fist by drawing his body downwards, and using his right leg as a pivot, he was able to bring his body to an elegant torque as his left leg swept the floor, just enough for him to trip mom with a low sweep kick. Mom could do nothing but widen her eyes as she was uprooted from the floor.

While mother's fighting style was solid, like she was an immovable mountain, father's style was clearly a bastardized version of mother's style; leaning more towards agility and precision instead of overwhelming strength, making it more like a dance. His attacks were precise, almost mechanical in the way his strikes pursued the weak spots of his foe. He utilized speed and power in short bursts, his follow-ups coming in vicious and with the intent to harm. His style was different from mom's, but it felt more natural on him than mom's style looked on her, in a weird way.

I surmised that hand-to-hand combat was most likely father's specialty if he was able to alter mom's fighting style to such a degree.

Father followed the sweep by completing his semi-circle which allowed him to bring down the heel of his right leg on mom.

Mom crossed her arms over her face to block the attack. She was pushed downward with the impact of a lightning bolt as the floor thundered, breaking apart under her into a crater; uprooting a dust cloud over the battlefield.

It was a tense, anxiety-ridden, few minutes as the dust was settling. Father and mother were revealed, grinning at each other.

"Hrk!" father's smirk was wiped off his face as he jumped back in alarm, a jet of fire coming out of mother's mouth a moment later.

The jet surged into in atmosphere, having missed it's target, where it exploded into a black cloud that made the atmosphere smell of burnt ozone.

"Whoa ho-ho!" I shouted in excitement as my parents beat the crap out of each other. The battle had no malice to it, which made it that much more fun to watch.

"Why don't we take it up a notch?" an orange line started from mom's right hand, then it extended out into a broad sword made of solidified fire mana.

Father did the same, a blue line extending into a katana made of solidified lightning. "I don't mind."

They charged each other and crossed swords, pushing against each other, then they let loose a flurry of swipes at each other.

To an onlooker, it would look like they were trying to win over the other with pure power and speed alone, but that wasn't it.

The magic was in their footwork.

Each step was precise and bold, clear of uncertainty, their steps trailing the battlefield with a dance to the gods of battle.

Each swipe rung true, sparks of orange and blue flying around the battlefield as the winds picked up.

The blazing red in mother's eyes could light up the entire world while the ice blue in father's eyes could very well freeze it.

Oranges and blue sparks flew like fire works in celebration of the phenomenal battle they were treating the hag and I to.

Know that thing they do in anime when a character is in some kind of zone, where their eyes glow to the point where they leave lines the same color as their eyes as afterimages? Yeah, that was happening.

Mom and father swiped at each other, ending with their backs turned against each other, then they turned to cross swords yet again.

"You okay, hunny?" asked mom.

"Never b-" a kick to the knee cap cut off father from finishing his sentence.

Mom plays dirty.

His form crumbled and he dropped to one knee where he received a fist to the face from mom.

Father flew back, crashing into a boulder where he was embedded into it almost like it had him in an embrace.

"Okay, that one hurt." he admitted.

Mom appeared in front of him with her sword raised, then she sent it down.

Father was barely able to dig himself out of the rock to dodge the attack. A second too late and he would have been dead.

That actually scared me. The battle was starting to escalate into dangerous territory, and I was unnerved.

I looked up at the hag to see her calm face. It told me that she had seen things go this far, and I did not like it.

"Don't worry young one, your father is not that weak."

Father twisted his body again, which allowed him to punch mother at the side of her face like he was proving the hag's words right.

Mom flew back crashing into trees like a catastrophe, the destruction sending debris flying as a cloud of dust engulfed her form. She had left her fire creation sword embedded in the boulder, where it exploded right next to father.

Father was sent back by the blast to crash through one, two, three trees before his momentum was weak enough to be stopped by the fourth tree with a disturbing thud.

He kept himself from falling, planting a knee on the ground as he hacked up blood, then wiping it away casually with his barely existent left sleeve. His shirt was burnt mostly at his left side, exposing his pale skin to the cool winds of spring.

"Stand, dear husband." mom's voice came from the cloud of dust, where she had disappeared to. "We're not done yet."

I couldn't see mom, but I could feel her presence. Pure power eminated from her. It was free of malice: just an overwhelming flow of Mana coming from her.

Her steps were loud and heavy, shaking the terra firma. From the dust that hid her, I could barely make out an orange blur.

"That's not how you speak to your husband, Emilia." blue sparks of lightning started to cackle around father.

This isn't good. I had had enough of their fighting. I could not take it anymore.

In that moment, I felt power surge from within me, felt it rise up to my vocal cords.

My mouth opened.

"Stop!" I shouted out to them.

White sparkles came from the ground the moment the word came out of my mouth. The sparkles floated up into the sky, dancing along like fireflies putting on a grand display. I was so mesmerized by what was happening that I missed everything else that was happening around me.

I had actually felt and seen something like this once, as an infant. The power surging inside me was familiar. Last I felt it, it drained me, but it was like I was being powered up this time.

The mana I had felt locked inside me was free, flowing eagerly inside my coils. I could feel how abundant and potent my mana was.

The dust cloud cleared that had covered my parents cleared, revealing my mother and father who stood mere inches away from clashing. They were frozen like statues.

"W-what is going on?" gritted out father, drawing my eyes to him. I could tell he was trying to move from the desire in his eyes alone. "Why can't I move?"

While father struggled with his immobility, mother was staring at me with wide eyes.

Before anyone could say anything, the hag lifted me in her arms. She twirled with me, then held me up.

"You did it!"

Her smile gave me all the information I needed to know. She was genuinely happy for me.

As to what I had done, she was talking about unlocking my power.

I surmised that it was because of my eyes, because I recognized the spell I used despite it being my first time even using the spell.

Flames of the Impure World: Domain of Possibilities, was the name of the spell.

Flames of the Impure World (Hell): they are the flames of destruction. Just as there were flames that conjured the universe as we knew it, the Flames of the Impure world were what was capable of destroying it.

Before I even pondered it, I felt information get filtered into my head about something else: The opposite of the Flames of the Impure world. The flames that created the universe: The Flames of the Pure World (Heaven)

Domain of Possibilities: The spell did exactly as the name suggested. It creates an area where the user of the spell can bring all they say to life. The spell was divided into three parts.

First: Flames of the Impure World: Domain of Possibilities. By utilizing the power to destroy, the spell responds to words of the same nature. Just like I had told my parents to stop, thereby destroying their mobility and bringing the to a halt.

Second: Flames of the Pure World: Domain of possibilities. It was the spell God used to create the universe. By utilizing the power to create, the spell responds to the words of the same nature. The description reminded me of how God created Earth and the universe in The Holy Bible.

Third: Flames of Betrayal: Domain of Possibilities. By combining the Flames of the Pure World and the Flames of the Impure World in perfect balance, the spell allows the user to utilize the creation and destruction properties of both flame types without having to switch between them.

The influx of information combined with the rush of the mana coursing through me put me in a high.

My lips opened and I laughed. I had literally gotten what I wanted. At seven too. It was going to be smooth sailing from here.

Then the eyes revealed new information to me: I did not have enough mana to use the spell the way I was using it. Then the next moment, all I saw was black.

God did I have a nasty habit of passing out in crucial moments.