Ninety Two
Imperial Year XXXX
When my mother said I was workaholic, I never actually believed it.
Looking back feeling restless right now.
I supposed she was right haha.
Other than the paper works I have left for the past few years, I was busy with the transfer process of Lordship with my cousin.
My mother shows signs of disagreement at first, but in the end she has no other choice but to agree with my decision.
They do not have a second child, nor do I have a heir, it is also too late to train one because I'll be gone soon.
My cousin is a capable one, not as capable as me but a very decent one.
For the first time in my life have I ever felt so useless, I mean after all my whole life I was always chasing something, Magic.
And maybe something else but not nothing. I have to keep myself busy ever since I has a child, I had to get educated ever since I was I child.
For the first time in my in my 3, almost 4 decades of living, I got nothing to do.
It was boring and I was restless, but I guess this books were keeping me preoccupied at the moment.
My mentor came to visit earlier and it looks like if I won't die from my own fault, he would be the one to end my life.
Still I should be thankful.
Originally he told me I was supposed to die in a few months based on my body condition, but he and his wife manage to make a temporary magic device that could prolonged my life even for a year or two.
He told me I was fool for overworking and taking my body for granted.
Still I do not regret my choice, without this power the death casualties of the soldiers would be high, the demons might even become an unstoppable numbers.
What the territory needed was a mage.
droplets of blood
There is it again, staining my paper, but I guess that's a new part of this now.
I'm tired.
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As it was (Abel Heilon)
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