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DxD: The Sorcery System Chapter 51
🕑 Added 2024-08-25 06:19:13 +0000 UTCChapter 51: A Lovely Day
[Afternoon — Takeda Residence]
It was a sunny day outside, the AC was blasting inside, and the scent of lavender flowers filled the room from the nearby flowerpot.
Ah, what a lovely day.
My hands were relaxed, my legs were relaxed, and my body was glued to the cool floor.
Basic Elemental Magic.
Intermediate Elemental Magic.
Magical Physique.
Magic Circulation.
Advanced Sixth Sense.
Intermediate Healing Magic.
Advanced Barrier Magic.
It felt good to see so many skills, and even better to test them out.
Especially Magic Circulation, which kept my heart calm and my body cozy. I could feel and connect with every single limb, organ, and tissue in my body.
Advanced Sixth Sense allowed me to better understand and enjoy my surroundings.
And Magical Physique ensured I was comfortable, even on the hard floor.
What a relaxing moment.
Despite being awake for hours, the coolness and comfort of the room made me want to fall asleep again.
And I almost did, as my eyelids grew heavy and my body relaxed even more. I could feel myself slowly drifting into the quiet and lovely world of dreams.
Getting the rest that I so desperately needed.
Or so I thought.
"Hey."
A strong, annoying buzzing sound rang close to my ear.
"Get up."
It was followed by the sensation of something plastic-like tapping my forehead.
"I need to clean here. Get up."
Ugh.
"Can’t you do it later?" I asked, opening one eye. "Just let me sleep a bit longer."
Raynare—or rather, Yuuma—frowned as she continued pressing the vacuum cleaner’s head against my skull.
"Your mother asked me to clean your room, and she wants it done now." She seemed determined. "So, move. I have to clean here."
So darn annoying.
"The room isn't even dirty. What's the rush?" I had no intention of getting up. I deserved rest after fighting a flaming chicken to save a princess.
But our lovely little maid, Yuuma? She didn't care.
"It isn't dirty?" She raised an eyebrow. "Sure, you might have everything organized, but that doesn't mean it's clean."
"Looks pretty clean to me," I said, still lying on the floor.
"Aha..." she sighed, turning towards the cleaner and fiddling with its knobs. "Let's see if it's clean then."
"What do y—" I began, but my question was cut short as a cloud of dust blew into my face.
"See? It's dirty." She smirked, having reversed the vacuum's function to blow air instead of sucking it in—sending the dust that had been stuck to the floor flying into my face and making me cough violently.
"S-Stop!" I tried to resist, but she kept moving the nozzle around, directing the dust straight into my nose.
And so, despite having absolutely no intention of getting up, I had to jump to my feet and run away from the dust.
"Shoo, shoo, let me clean here."
She grinned, way too comfortable with annoying me.
And dang it, I couldn't say anything either. My mother didn’t know anything about Yuuma's true nature and had been treating her with far too much love and care—spoiling her, really.
Knowing my mother, she would treat Yuuma the same even if she did know. Maybe it's best we don’t tell her that her lovely little maid once tried to kill her precious son.
But oh well.
At least Yuuma was now a totally different person, far from the murderous psychopath she once was.
Not that she could revert to her old ways, even if she wanted to. Azazel had promised her a punishment worse than death if she did.
So, it was fine.
She'd cozied up to my mother, sticking by her and actively helping out, whereas she used to work with a permanent scowl.
My mom was just like that—someone no one could hate.
"I'll have my turn one day, Yuuma," I said as I walked out.
You'd be stupid to think I'd forget this.
No one disturbs my sleep time.
No one.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Yuuma muttered, rolling her eyes as she went back to cleaning.
Thanks to her, I was now fully awake, with nothing much to do.
It was my day off. I had made sure to inform everyone not to call or disturb me today.
And they had agreed instantly, grateful for my help back then.
"Oh, Reo," I heard my mother's voice as I walked towards the kitchen. "You should freshen up. Lunch is almost ready."
This made me place a hand on my stomach and wait for a moment.
Yep.
It was rumbling.
"Thanks, Mom," I said, heading towards the bathroom, giving a nod to Kalawarner—or well Maya—which she surprisingly returned.
I was amazed to discover what a good cook Maya was, as was my mother. While I already knew Yuuma could cook, her skills were nothing compared to Maya's.
So, while Yuuma handled the cleaning chores, Maya took care of the food, along with a few other tasks they both shared, giving my mother plenty of time to relax and go out with her friends.
Ah, cold water.
It felt nice to enjoy the water on my face after going toe-to-toe with Phenex's flames not long ago.
It was almost therapeutic.
It made me forget all the supernatural worries, letting me enjoy the peace of home.
I won't lie—I felt proud.
I felt like I was finally doing something for my mother.
Since making the deal with Azazel, I've been earning a nice sum of money. It has allowed me to improve our lifestyle, let my mother buy nicer clothes, and go out to expensive restaurants with her colleagues.
I quickly dried my face with a towel, starving and craving food.
But just as I was about to walk out, I heard my phone buzzing.
It was a message.
Taking the phone out of my pocket, I saw a text from a certain someone, with a picture attached.
When I opened it, I couldn't help but grin.
"We're actually doing this, aren't we?"
It was a photo of a house—a beautiful house we wouldn’t have even dreamed of affording just a few days ago.
``A modest house, just the right size for your plot, as you requested.``
One of my dreams was coming true: a better home for us.
``You know the other offer still stands, right?``
I knew it did, but I didn’t need it.
He had sent pictures of mansions earlier, each one a dozen times larger than this house, with plots the size of massive fields.
But I didn’t want that. I didn’t need that.
All I wanted was a better home for us, with a front yard and enough amenities to make life a bit easier.
Besides, it would be impossible to explain how I could afford a mansion after just a short time with the company.
It didn’t make sense, at least not now.
Maybe later, when I can gradually show the progress of the company’s growth, I can consider buying her a more luxurious estate.
But for now, this is all we need.
Now, let’s see what my mom has to say.
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{Aya Takeda}
Nothing feels better than enjoying a meal with family. It’s been longer than I’d like since I last shared a meal with my son on such a lovely day.
But I know it’s too much to ask. He can’t always have lunch and dinner with me.
He’s grown now, responsible and needed elsewhere.
As much as it pains me to see him push himself so hard, I can’t help but be proud of his success.
He spends days and nights working on his projects, attending meetings, all while managing his studies.
He’s the ideal son any mother could hope for.
But it breaks my heart to see him take on so much, bearing the responsibilities of our family when he should be enjoying his prime years.
But... he says he enjoys this.
He says he loves doing this work and doesn’t find it burdensome.
And that’s why I let him continue—because of the love and passion he has for his work.
Work that he’s succeeding at.
"Lady Takeda, the food is served."
It felt strange to be called ‘Lady Takeda.’ I wasn’t nobility, but the two girls insisted on addressing me that way.
It felt surreal, almost like something out of a television drama.
I won’t lie—I was hesitant to let these girls stay and work here. But now, I can’t imagine life without them.
They help with the house chores, accompany me when I go shopping, and are wonderful company when Reo is out working.
Is this how mothers with daughters feel?
I’m a little envious.
But these two are no less than daughters to me.
“Reo!” I called for him as he washed his face.
I didn’t want to force anything on him today. He seemed so exhausted these past few days, and it was finally nice to see him relax.
“The food’s ready.”
As I waited by the table, I saw him walking towards us, smiling while looking at his phone.
“You seem quite happy.”
Seeing him happy made me smile too, and he grinned even wider when he heard me say that.
“Oh, I think you’ll be happy to see this too,” he said, looking both proud and excited.
“Oh?” I watched him walk towards me with a tight grip on his phone. “And what is it that will make me happy?”
I was curious. He’s been doing so much and bringing so many surprising things that I can’t even begin to guess.
I saw him take a deep breath and then slowly extend his phone towards me.
“What are y—”
And then I saw the picture on his phone.
“This is what you’ll see in reality soon, Mom.”
T-This isn’t a dream right?
H-He…
“Our dream house.”
He’s grown.
“The house you’ve always wanted for us will be built right here.”
The boy I once carried in my arms...
“Do you like it, Mom? Are you happy?”
I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks.
“M-Mom? Is everything alright?”
The boy I once carried in my arms was now a man.
He had grown up.
“W-Why are you crying, Mom?”
And I, as a mother, couldn’t be any prouder.
“I love it, Reo…”
Honey, Reo has become the man you always wanted him to be.
“I love it so much…”
He’s now just like you.
The man everyone can be proud of.
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[A/N: Family is all that matters. ]
