[A/N : Finally entering a somewhat important chapter which will have backstory of his family and them hiding something, which what world building do you guys want to find out in the story ?]
[A/N : An fun fact this chapter was supposed to be released yesterday but i forgot to input the time for it to be published]
3 months later...
(June)
3 months passed like the turning of a page in a slow-burning novel or the amount of time a fanfic writer takes to make a single chapter. Now, I'm five years old—officially, since my birthday was on June 6th. Which i was surprised i was born on the same Day, Operation Overlord was enacted aka D-day.
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Moving on from that, nothing particular world-shattering happened during the past year. Just the calm flow of a child's life… or at least the appearance of it. Which most of the days were filled with the usual: playing games with Jeanne and a few other neighborhood kids, going to church every Sunday, and occasionally tagging along with my mom for errands. Normal life. But something always hung in the background—a quiet rhythm that made me hyper-aware, like something was watching or waiting. But that's probably just my mind making me crazy
One of the more curious things was Miss Gabriel.
She's… odd.
Technically, I think she's a church member, though I've never seen her actually doing anything-like duties. But she often appears at the Church More like… a guest? Or maybe someone assigned to the church. Every time I went to Mass and finishing mass, she'd find a way to talk to me. Always polite, always warm. A bit spacey, but in that cute "aunt-who-never-ages" kind of way. And more than once, I ran into her around town—bookstore, park, even once at the supermarket. Pure coincidence?
Right. But for some reason i still can't scratch my head on why she's so familiar again , like how do i explain it like i have seen her before we met.. which yeah you might say you probably have seen her but before that you don't know her Which she was basically a background character at the church,ok that might be true,but i definitely and i swear never saw her until i first meet her with sister griselda. Which um as i mention they look familiar, please believe me....
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I think I'm going mad already.
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Yeah Im definitely going mad
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Anyway. Right now, we were heading somewhere in a far more grounded place aka reality unlike my head, which the place im currently headed is to my paternal grandparents' house. Which they live In the UK ( I can hear the sound of Britannia Britannia Rules The Wave)— which they live outside of London,, which i don't really know the location or the name but i think it's around Scotland. Which i did visit them last year from my memories but my non reincarnated self didn't pay attention to the street name.
which currently im inside a car with my parents, which The car hummed softly as it drove through winding British roads (thankfully no pot holes), which trees blurring past in gentle waves of green. My parents were up front, talking about something in hushed French-English tones. I didn't bother listening. I was too focused on the clouds drifting across the sky.
It had been a long trip. Plane ride, airport lines, jetlag,. And now this final stretch of a drive, which makes anyone sleepy,as well making your ear go temporarily deaf and unable to hear things for sometime which i still am suffering after landing.
Which i soon I leaned against the window, exhaling slowly, fogging up the glass.
"Ahh.. The UK the land where tea is so important a tank of theirs has to have the requirements to make tea during battle"
As well as the fact it was called the The empire on which the sun never sets,as well being famous for conquering a quarter of the world. which it wasn't called that anymore, but I couldn't help the nickname.
As a French i would love to roast the UK,but considering My dad is half British and grew up here so I have to be bias.The UK land of tea, royalty, and an almost obnoxious obsession with punctuality.
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Meanwhile, later...
While driving, which it was endless amount of trees, which my parents were still deep in their conversation, which i soon decided to fall asleep and considering i was temporarily still deaf, unknowingly had cause me to missed a conversation that would have been important
"Do you think it's time we told him?" my father murmured.
"About… that?"
"Yeah,About him being from a family of magicians, which my parents are excited about it considering i had learn magic at 7 and considering i was somewhat talented,he probably will be talented as well"
"Didn't you say it was a torture "
"Not really, if your not the one being taught or teached, which it was a hassle using a spell for the first time and a dad chasing you with a sword"
Which meanwhile my mom Deadpan at my dad which she's thinking whether he's doing this for his entertainment or because of pranking his dad's grandson.
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Meanwhile as we finally pulled up into the driveway of a quaint but clearly old two-story English home, I sat up straighter. Red bricks, ivy creeping up one side, a sturdy brown door at the front with a brass lion's head knocker.
My mom turned to me with a smile.
"We're here, sweetheart. Ready to see Grandpa and Grandma?"
Which i soon open my eyes
"Were here already?
" Yes dear"
I nodded slowly.
"Yeah… I guess."
Which
I wasn't nervous, just… curious.... And tired, but for some reason
I had a feeling this trip wouldn't be as simple as a family visit. After all, peace never lasted long in stories like mine.
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After we parked the car at a safe,and legal area ,we soon exited the car which My dad got out first, followed by my mom. I opened the door and hopped out, taking in the full view of the house once more.
It had that cozy, old-world charm. Like the kind of house you'd find in a children's book or an English mystery novel. Solid, calm, and definitely full of secrets.
Which My dad soon stepped up to the front door and knocked twice with the lion-head knocker. The sound echoed faintly, which they're pretty noisy.
Moments later, the door opened.
Standing there were two people who looked to be in their mid-50s—still full of life but with a calm, experienced air. My grandfather had sharp blue eyes and neatly combed gray hair. While My grandmother looked softer, with white hair,warm eyes behind a pair of thin glasses, and a smile that made her feel like a warm blanket in winter.
"Ah, finally!" Grandpa said with a chuckle. "It's been too long!"
"Welcome, welcome," Grandma chimed in, opening her arms.
My parents greeted them first—hugs, cheek kisses, soft laughter.
Then it was my turn.
I stepped forward, a small grin on my face.
"Grandma, Grandpa!"
Their eyes lit up the moment I spoke.
"Michael Look at you!" Grandma exclaimed, which she soon crouch down to hug me. "You've gotten so big!"
"And smarter too, I bet," Grandpa added with a proud nod. "Come on in, lad."
As I walked inside, I soon take a deep breath since for some reason it felt amazing inside my grandparents house, which for a moment, I got the feeling that this wasn't just a typical family visit.
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Outside, Dad soon was trying—and failing—to yank the luggage from the back of the car.
> "Ugh—need a little help here!" he called out in mock frustration. Which he was trying to pulled out a 18 kg luggage, which he soon was able to pull one out
Meanwhile from the living room, Grandpa Edgar, who soon was lounging in his usual armchair with a crisp after greeting me and my parents immediately head back for his business reading the newspaper which he soon folded newspaper, peeked over the top and said dryly:
" I think you can handle it chap,and I'm too old and me pulling luggage will break my back"
"Break your back from what, I've seen you carry a 20 kg worth of armor"
"That's different, that's my job "
Which while they were banterijg about my grandpa being able to carry heavy things in his 50s,I grinned. The banter was fun. Then I got up with determination, puffed out my cheeks, and declared in my best little-boy voice:
"I can help! I'm strong now!"
Without waiting, I dashed outside like a tiny knight off to battle a dragon-sized suitcase.
Meanwhile, back inside, the air took on a slightly different tone.
Grandpa Edgar looked to my mother, his gaze sharper now, though not unkind.
"Has Michael been told yet? About his lineage?"
Mom paused. A little sigh slipped from her lips.
"Not really. We've talked about it, but... I'm hoping to tell him soon. When the time is right,but i think it's time"
"Excellent," Grandpa said, setting down his newspaper. "A descendant of the De Montforts, and a descendant of the last Templar Master... the boy should know who he is. What he is. Especially about being a Descendant from a magician from his Grandma's side"
Grandma Vivienne nodded, folding her hands in front of her.
With the fact He has my blood too, after all he's training with the help of his lineage will be important. I may not be Morgana, but my lineage isn't nothing, considering i was a top magician in my day."
There was pride in her voice—about her talent
Meanwhile soon Grandpa Edgar leaned his back, crossing one leg over the other.
"But Still can't believe my own son never picked up a sword. It's Bloody embarrassing."
"My dad was disappointed too when he found out," Mom replied with a soft laugh. "But don't worry—he's being whipped into shape and Michael's going to start swordsmanship training when he turns seven my dad said."
Grandpa Edgar smiled and raised his teacup in salute.
"Good. This is why I love my daughter-in-law. And give you permission to take care of my son"
Just then, the front door opened.
"I got the suitcase!" I shouted proudly, dragging it inside with both hands and all my five-year-old strength. "It's heavy, but I did it!"
Which i dragged the 5 kg suitcase
My mom chuckled and gave me a little applause, while my grandparents exchanged a knowing glance.
The past was starting to stir.
And the future—my future—was coming faster than I realized.
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Now to introduce about my paternal tgrandparents they're name's are Edgar De Montfort and Vivienne De Montfort , which currently me and my family are at the dinner table, which my Grandma,
She had prepared so much food it looked like she was expecting a royal banquet. Roast chicken, pies, sausages, something that looked suspiciously like a pudding I once saw in an anime. Plates covered every inch of the long, wooden dining table, which the chairs were also comfy which they're comfy considering they're basically sofas in chair form (i don't remember their name)
Meanwhile, I was sitting next to Mom, listening as Grandma animatedly told stories—about the family, about past holidays, about how my dad once got stuck in the chimney when he was my age,yeah I don't know how that happened, since that's the most ridiculous thing if i ever heard,or the fact he also had once fallen into a well..
Yeah i don't really understand how it's possible,but hey that's my dad. I giggled a bit at that one.
"Oh, he was a curious little idiot back then," Grandma said with a laugh. Which my dad was embarrassed since he's reputation is crumbling, considering he had told me about his childhood about him being smart,brave,and etc. But considering he immediately ran for the hills when we had mom's parents visiting us,and him immediately dashing away.
Yeah i never really believe him,but he was still my dad that i love.
Meanwhile, i soon was happily munching away at a bread roll while sneaking glances at the gravy boat—I was tempted to drink it like soup, but Mom would definitely scold me.
Grandpa Edgar wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin and looked to my parents. And soon asked
"So… how long are you guys staying?"
My mom smiled politely. "A few days at least. It depends on some scheduling stuff back home."
"Good," Grandpa said with a nod. "It's been far too long. This house gets too quiet,and a bit boring."
As he spoke, I noticed my dad tense a little which as if he is experiencing Vietnam war like flashback. Which meanwhile soon my dad whisper somethings to grandpa
I squinted.
They were definitely talking about something weird. Which i soon blinked. Their lips moved—but I couldn't hear them. The air around them shimmered for just a second, like heat waves on pavement. Then the sound just… cut out, like someone turned down the volume of reality.i wasn't able to listen for some reason which i checked my ear to make sure that im still not deaf from flying but no i can hear my grandma and mom talking but not them
Meanwhile soon Dad gave a small, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head. Which he continues commenting which i cant really read lips,
I soon tilted my head and kept chewing.
Grandma Vivienne, meanwhile, was chatting casually with Mom about garden herbs and about medicine and how to make it, which i
Didn't pay attention to much
So I just kept eating, which i soon grabbed another piece of pastry which i soon chomped down on another crumpet
Still, for some reason, i felt like something huge will happen here, which that will affect me and possibly my world.
But it was probably nothing.
Probably.
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"So we're going to do it tomorrow right scaring him and terrorising him" My dad asking grandpa
"Of course not, were not going to scare him, which we'll just tell him,why do you planned to scare your own son?"
"Weren't you the one that reveal to me about the supernatural by making mom, floats some objects and sounds of ghost terrorising me at night ?"
"That didn't happen"
Dad : ( -_-)
Grandpa: (^_^)
[A/N : i feel bad for the dad]
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How was the chapter ?
Yeah it's a little bit clunky, considering I'm writing this and editing it at midnight and the fact I'm in a camping trip for seven days....
Yeah how lucky i am
Well hope you guys enjoy, which i have a question do you want me to make a different fanfic of a different anime or something ?
which I'll look it up and study, which some options include danmachi,azur lane,and a few others. Which I'll inform you my idea later about it, which if you want it I'll probably be drafting it and post it around October if possible