The Brother and Sister

Whenever I told Maxim the details, he would always burst out laughing.

My brother had the ability to transfer information, and he was forced to create black magic books, imbuing them with magic itself.

It seems that during the work, I used up too much magical power and soul.

"Before I knew it, my limbs had turned to stone. It was too late."

They had been subjected to a spell that would turn them to stone if they disobeyed survival orders. His rebellious, prodigious older brother had also been subjected to a severe curse here.

To just leave it like that... that principal...!

"I believed that Susie would definitely enroll here the year after next."

"That was... too much of a burden! Why are we in a place like that underground? I hate dark places."

"But I did it, didn't I? I poured the magic that remained in that picture book into it, so that it would reach my little sister."

If it weren't for that picture book, I would never have even thought about leaving this place. I would have drowned in the sea, the world would have been filled with black magic practitioners, and my brother would have remained a stone. My family would have grieved forever.

And so, they lived happily ever after... or so I thought.

Until before the Christmas holidays.