Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Seeing Matthias' astonished face, Moral smiles gently.

"Imagine, Master Mathias."

"Imagine..."

"Yeah, it's not that hard."

"It's not difficult...?

"Yeah, what if the second generation was bothering you exactly as you are now?... If you were fighting a great deal of pressure from my great father, Lady Laurent, how did you feel and think about it?

"Oh well! Moral, if that's the case, I can imagine it too! And Master Jilbel! Yes, I thought you were just like me now... Oh, yeah! It could be!

Matthias has a distant eye and a long time ago feels...

Moral told me, I realized again...

If I replace it with my father Andre and myself, I can certainly easily imagine.

There is a delicate relationship between Laurent, the original ancestor, and Jill Bale, the second generation...

"Yeah, even the second generation would be very good..."

"Oh, even Master Jilbell would have been absolutely so, he would have been wonderful"

"But... if you hadn't excelled in everything like Lady Laurent... you would have been compared to your father on something and had a hard time"

"Ugh, um..."

"But the second generation has been nicely handed over, making the Breval family even more prosperous, right? So don't you want to know what's actually going on?

"Hmmm... you're very interested..."

"Right?... It's only my imagination... Dear Matthias, would you listen?

"Oh, absolutely!

"I'll talk to you... if you're a second generation... here's what I thought... my father is my father. I don't care what people tell me, I can't help it."

"My father is my father. Am I who I am..."

"Yes! Then let's thoroughly hone what we're good at. And let's set up the Breval family for ourselves, so determined..."

"Oh, right! Maybe so, I can imagine! Master Jilbel thought positively, without hesitation."

"Ugh, imagine more, Master Matthias"

"Oh, more?

"Yeah, of course I can protect and set up my house, but only once, my life..."

"Just once, my life......"

"We have to live happily ever after, not just for the Breval family, but for ourselves! … so if you're a second generation, maybe you've thought about it."

"Oh yeah...... I'm just like Master Jilbell. I want to serve the Genesis God and work hard for my father and my family, but I also want to live hard the life I have been given for myself! I also want to enjoy and enrich my life"

"Ugh, yes. That's how the second generation, Master Jilbel, changed his mind, got over the great pressure of my father, Lord Laurent, and made a splendid step forward, I think..."

"Uhm...... I think so too!

But Master Mathias...

"Mm?"

"What if the next generation of... the third generation... couldn't be broken up that way?

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"It is very rude for me, the gatekeeper, to say this far..."

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"The third generation may have lost the heavy pressure created by grandfather Laurent's fame. So you're the symbol of the Breval family, specializing in defensive and curative magic."

"So much so that Aubrey... Really..."

"Yes... for that reason, the original words and thoughts of Laurent, the Breval family ancestor, were bent..."

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"Thus if you are after the fourth generation... the third generation made it better, only learn defensive magic..."

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"As a result...... the path to infinite possibilities, given to the Breval family humans, has been closed?

The path to infinite possibilities is closed!

Matthias recalls.

When I argued with Andre the other day, I was told.

"My father... did you spot it and say it to me!

"Yeah... maybe, yeah"

"Uh-huh..."

"Dear Matthias, you are a wise man... but it will only take a moment for you to understand things"

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"By contrast, your father... Andre sounded as soon as he hit... and the difference made a difference between you and your father... creating a difficult groove to fill"

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"Your father, Mr. Andre... I think he's amazing in many ways. But you have more than your father."

Something more than my father Andre to himself?

Not even that minute gap, more than my perfect father?

Hearing Moral's words, Matthias opens his eyes.

Because it was a completely unexpected story.

"Is it in me? More than your father? Moral, ho, is that true!

"Yeah, I sure do."

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What I am better than my father......

I didn't think of it at all, to Matthias, who was silent...

Moral tells me.

"That may not be the right word... if you dare, forgiveness"

"Tolerance?

"Yeah, like you, those who know their heartache, try to get over it, try to be gentle can think of the pain of others... even if they don't understand the true pain they have... they can imagine themselves and lean aside softly..."

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"Let me be specific…"

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"You are so close to the heart of childhood friend Ector Buldarias... you are compared to your father as you are to a long-suffering heart."

"E, of Ektor..."

Indeed, Ektor... was in the same situation as himself.

So I know how he feels, painfully well.

Moral says, as if to foresee how Matthias feels like that.

"That's right. That's why Ektor understands you, too, and he's done all that. Far beyond the boundaries of my lord and minister... I have a strong bond of heart"

"Oh, oh... yes, ect! Me too! I'll do anything for him!

"Dear Matthias... then let us turn that tolerance... to others. Father, your family is normal, but also to people you've never met..."

"Mine, even to someone I've never met...?

"Yes, Master Matthias has lived in a world too narrow."

"A narrow world......"

"Your home and the Church of Genesis God...... that's all"

"Really... am I too worldly to know..."

"Yes, there are many people in the world, and Master Matthias doesn't know, different ways of thinking, living… and reality"

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"Dear Matthias, if we leave this otherworld... we shall meet many more people"

"Huh? More? To a lot of people?

"Yes, somewhere in this world… besides your family and your best friend, there will always be someone waiting for you who needs Matias"

Someone in need of such a lonely and alienated self...

There must be someone waiting.

Expectations of the unknown, and anxiety, were also born into Matthias' heart in the words of Moral, who spoke clearly.