Becoming a magician in another world

(How embarrassing... In this case, they are not mother and son, but strangers.)

I don't think there is a good response.

Sam is still Sam, but because Melanie is in debt, she calls Sam's name "Lord Samuel" like a stranger.

If anyone saw this place, the Viscountess was dealing with the Earl. It seemed that it was only that level.

Although not particularly, no one would think that they were blood-related father and son. As for Sam, he hoped that he could be treated without any burden.

But there were problems on Sam's side, too.

Although Sam treated Melanie very friendly, he called her "you" or "Melanie" instead of "Mom".

Maybe because of this, Melanie can't call Sam her son.

(I feel very embarrassed. What should I do? If this continues, it feels like a problem between parents and children.)

First, as Sam, I wanted to get along well with Melanie.

Without any memories of his mother, it was difficult for him to recognize Melanie as his mother, even though she was the mother who gave birth to him.

I thought it would be wrong to say goodbye to Melanie without building a good relationship, and I also thought that something had to be done.

Melanie probably won't be able to get rid of the guilt and burden, and her fiancés will be sad if they know that Sam and Melanie's relationship cannot be repaired.

(So, what should I do?)

Even Sam doesn't know what to do with his mother, who he thought was dead, because she's still alive.

Up to this point, Sam hadn't needed his mother at all.

Because Daphne was there to take her place as her mother, she didn’t miss her mother and didn’t have any inconvenience.

Because Daphne's love for Sam is real, like a mother's.

(No topic?)

While Sam was distressed, Melanie also remained silent.

I wondered if there was anything else she wanted to ask Sam.

As a magician, there are many things to ask, such as what you are doing. In this sense, Sam also asked Melanie about her current situation and her new family, but he didn't say anything because he was polite.

For better or for worse, we were polite to each other.

Sam was cross-armed and worried when he heard a knock on the door of his room.

"Mr. Melanie, this is Sam, Liselotte."

"Mr. Liz?"

"Please come in, Mr. Liselotte."

Melanie urged her into the room, and Liz walked into the room with a gentle smile and bowed.

"Thank you. I've talked to Sam, Mr. Melanie, and Mr. Viscount Tilling. Do you want to go somewhere else?"

"Ok?"

"I thought it would be better for the two of you to chat together, but I'm worried that the conversation won't flow too smoothly. Although it's nosy, how about drinking tea on the balcony for a change of mood?"

"I don't care."

Seeing Melanie, she nodded as well.

"It doesn't matter to me either."

"Thank you. Lord Viscount Tilling also said he wanted to greet Sam again. Well, let's go."

At Liz's urging, Sam and his friends moved to the terrace on the second floor of the mansion.

"Mr. Samuel Chat. I just greeted you. Once again, I am Stephen. This is the serve. I sincerely thank you for meeting Mr. Samuel, the number one magician in this country."

"Samuel? It's Chat. Please take care of me."

Stephen Tilling was a man about Melanie's age.

He is a man with flaxen hair combed back, giving him a clean look.

Looking at the Viscount with a smile on his face, Sam felt that he was a gentle person.

No, he's actually a kind person.

He lost his memory, protected the unconscious Melanie, developed love with her, and had a child with her.

I also admire Melanie's magnanimity in accepting the unidentified person.

At least many nobles would not be like Viscount Tilling.

At best, the relationship could only end at the level of a concubine or lover. However, the Viscount took Melanie as his principal wife, without a concubine or lover.

I know you love Melanie that much.

"I definitely want to introduce my daughter, too. -- I was a little shy and didn't even say hello, I'm so sorry." "No, since a few people suddenly barged in, I guess it's not unreasonable." "I'd be very grateful if you could say that."

Looking back, when he visited the Viscount's house, he was welcomed by many people, among whom there were no children like his daughter.

I thought about my sister, whom I had not yet met by blood, and what kind of child she was.

then,

"--Um?"

The sight is behind the feeling.

I looked back quietly and found a little girl looking at me across the window.