Vol. 6 Ch. 17

“Big Sister, why is Mom so cold to Dad in the memory world? She should like Dad, right?”

In the room, Moon tilted her head, having just finished watching the earlier scene, and asked curiously. Matters of emotions were a mystery to her. She rubbed her chin, frowning deeply as she thought about it but couldn’t figure it out.

“I’m not sure either… Aurora, what do you think?”

Aurora pondered for a moment and then said thoughtfully,

“The books say that for two people to have a true connection, they must meet at the right time. Only then can a proper relationship blossom.”

“Even though both Dad and Mom are themselves in this memory world, it’s not the right time for them to connect.”

“So, does that mean Mom and Dad’s feelings for each other were only solidified at some moment in the future?”

“Mm… I think so,” Aurora said. “Books also mention that love can be divided into two types: love at first sight and love that grows over time.”

Aurora continued,

“But in my opinion, this isn’t entirely accurate. A perfect relationship is a combination of both.”

Muse scratched her head, confused. “A combination of both? What does that mean?”

“It means there’s a moment when both people feel a spark and acknowledge their feelings. Then, over time, through spending time together, that spark turns into affection, and eventually, it deepens into love,” Aurora explained calmly.

“That’s why, in this memory world, Mom wouldn’t feel anything for Dad, and Dad probably knows this too. That’s why he’s not forcing this version of Mom to feel anything for him.”

“Memory regression is called magic because, at first, it was meant to observe interesting things. Later, people began to see it as a tool for research,” Aurora added.

“Professor Regret Silk once said that memories are precious, and completing this magic would undoubtedly help many people.”

“At the time, I didn’t really understand how this kind of magic could help others, but now it seems…”

Aurora glanced at the image in the memory stone of their younger father and mother and smiled knowingly.

“It’s about letting those who love each other accomplish things they couldn’t in the present world.”

Hearing this, Moon nodded, half understanding.

“So, this isn’t a love story; it’s a story about Dad saving Mom!”

“Saving? That word feels a bit too grand. But…”

She, too, looked at the memory stone, watching the scenes of her parents. A smile spread across her face.

“It really is a beautiful story.”

Time in the memory world flowed differently from reality, and Leon, now moving through it, began to feel a bit of fatigue.

By the next morning, as the sun rose, he made his way to St. Heath’s Academy’s training grounds as promised with Rosvisser the previous night.

When Leon arrived, Rosvisser was already waiting.

Her hair was still tied up in a high ponytail, but she had swapped her uniform for a sporty outfit that made her look energetic and sharp.

“Good morning, senior.”

“Good morning.”

Leon greeted her casually as he walked closer.

Rosvisser turned at the sound of his voice and responded with a simple, “Good morning.”

As Leon approached, he noticed a few books and a stack of thick notes by her feet. He could tell she had invested significant time and effort into preparing for her thesis.

Standing in front of her, Leon placed his hands on his hips and asked,

“Senior, tell me what you need me to do first.”

No need for pleasantries or idle chatter—he knew his wife preferred efficiency.

Rosvisser glanced at the open space in the training grounds and said,

“Let’s start with the most basic elemental condensation. Go as slowly as possible so I can observe the process in detail.”

“Got it.”

Leon stepped forward, raised his right hand with his palm facing up, and began to slowly condense lightning elements.

Standing beside him, Rosvisser watched intently, her breathing steady as she observed the lightning magic in his hand while scribbling notes in her notebook.

“Now use a small-scale technique,” she instructed.

“Okay.”

With a sharp crack, a piercing bird-like cry echoed as Leon released a small bolt of lightning.

“Wow, such a well-executed strike…” Rosvisser murmured quietly, then quickly lowered her head to continue taking notes in her notebook.

While she was focused on writing, Leon took the chance to sneak a glance at her.

As Rosvisser wrote, her grip was unique.

She pressed the pen firmly with her index finger near the tip, her thumb wrapped around it in a slightly protective manner. Compared to how she had held a pen two years earlier, it wasn’t the most standard posture—but it was certainly authentic.

At this age, whenever Rosvisser was deeply focused on writing, her lips would unconsciously pout ever so slightly—a subtle expression that was hard to notice without careful observation.

Watching her, Leon couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction.

“Young Rosvisser is actually pretty cute,” he thought to himself. Better to keep that thought private—if I said it out loud, she’d probably think I was insulting her.

“All right,” Rosvisser said, lifting her head. “Can you demonstrate more complex lightning magic transformations?”

“Of course.”

Leon conjured lightning in his hand, shaping the energy into a wolf that charged at one of the practice dummies ahead.

Rosvisser’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Wolfbreaker, huh? It’s only an A-rank spell, but mastering it at your age—impressive.”

“Ah, well… talent, you know, just natural talent,” Leon replied with a sheepish grin.

Rosvisser snorted softly, lowering her head to resume jotting notes in her notebook. Still, she couldn’t help but mutter,

“Arrogant guy.”

Her quiet grumbling was noticeably different from how she would act in the future. The older Rosvisser had a charming contrast of confidence and playfulness. But at this stage, her complaints were just a straightforward girl’s casual muttering—still endearing in their own way.

As time passed, Leon demonstrated a variety of lightning magic techniques, following Rosvisser’s meticulous instructions.

Thankfully, the memory world didn’t seem to limit his abilities. Otherwise, the strain on his “mental storage” might have exceeded even five dragon marks worth of capacity.

During a break, Rosvisser brought out two lunchboxes she had prepared.

The two of them sat on the training grounds and began to eat.

“Oh, you brought lunch? What a coincidence—I did too,” Leon said.

“Really? What did you prepare?” Rosvisser asked.

Leon grinned proudly as he pulled out his lunchbox from his backpack.

Rosvisser glanced over and was surprised to find that it was filled with all her favorite foods—like oranges and flower cakes.

“Here, it’s for you,” Leon said, handing the lunchbox to her.

Rosvisser blinked in confusion but took it reflexively. “Th-thank you…”

How does he know what I like to eat?

Rosvisser was perplexed. She had never told anyone at the academy about her food preferences—not even close friends, let alone this junior.

Watching her puzzled expression, Leon chuckled inwardly.

Yup, that’s exactly the look I was expecting. Once the memory regression magic ends, you’ll know just how well your husband knows you, you silly dragon.

“By the way, senior,” Leon said.

“Mm?”

“Why did you choose such a difficult topic for your thesis?” Leon asked. “The five basic elemental magics—earth, water, wind, fire, and lightning. Usually, most people only choose one or two elements to cover. That’s more than enough to graduate.”

“Well, you just said it,” Rosvisser replied. “It’s enough to barely graduate. But I don’t believe in doing things halfway.”

She continued, her tone firm and resolute:

“If I’m going to do something, I’ll do it to the best of my ability. I’m going to finish this thesis and graduate from St. Heath’s Academy with top marks.”

Seeing her so full of confidence, Leon couldn’t help but smile and nod.

“No wonder they say we’re a couple—our obsession with either slacking off completely or being the best is exactly the same in our thirties!”