"Mommy? Why is the bed so wet?" Asked Syra with a confused expression.

"Because you're little brother peed on it baby..." Rhea sighed while Keira, Rhea's mother, walked into the room and looked at the drenched part of the bed.

"What the hell are you feeding his kid?! Not even adults pee this much!" Keira exclaimed while imagining how much water it would have taken to wet the bed to the extent they were seeing.

"Aha! That's my boy!" Lochras lifted Silas up and hugged him.#

'This is so embarrassing... Damnit.' Silas thought with a beet-red face, unable to look his father in the eyes.

"He's still covered in pee..." Rhea commented without even looking at her husband.

"Yes, he is." Lochras sighed, placed Silas back onto the bed, and walked out of the room to get a change of clothes.

'Damnit!'

"Mommy? Why doesn't it smell?" Syra asked.

"Because someone keeps overfeeding him with their breastmilk." Keira looked at her daughter with a disapproving gaze.

"It's normal for a baby's urine to not smell! Remember Syra when she was his age?!" Rhea retorted.

"Yeah... She was practically peeing water. I wonder what the reason for that is?" Keira sighed and left the room as well.

'At least mine was water!' Silas inwardly shouted at the injustice he was witnessing.

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Being compared to Syra had really taken a toll on his pride. Of course, since he was a baby, he had no real control of his bladder, but usually, all the peeing he did went into a diaper, making him feel much less ashamed than if he were to do it out right in the open.

Silas spent the rest of that day too ashamed to even look in the same direction as any of his parents.

However, when the next day came, he forgot all about it and went right back to work.

For the days that followed his first magic spell, Silas tried all the basic spells he could find in his book. His first few attempts were the spells water ball, water shot, and water splash.

However, he quickly realized how quickly his mana was drained whenever he used those spells, causing him to fall into a slumber after only two spells in a single day.

He then went on to all the basic air spells and then all the basic earth spells; however, when he was about to go onto the fire spells, he quickly stopped himself.

'Yeah... I'd rather not burn the house down.' He sighed, not wanting to take another chance at reincarnation.

However, he quickly saw a pattern, more specifically, a problem he was having.

Spell casting was far too slow, and since the book he was reading was literally just called ''Magic 101- Basics Of Magic,' he couldn't find anything on faster spell casting, except the thing that the people of this world called 'chanting.'

However, his vocal cords and teeth hadn't developed enough for him to speak, making him incapable of correctly chanting a spell incantation.

Spell incantations were a way to create runes and magic circles without writing the runes yourself.

It was essentially text-to-speech that translated normal speech into runic formations.

'Technically, I have two problems. The first one is my mana pool, which is essentially two tier-1 spells away from completely emptying and throwing me into a deep slumber. On the other hand, I have the spell-creation problem that will haunt me if I don't find a solution to it right now...'

But that's when an idea popped into his mind...

'Wait a second, doesn't my mother use incantations to create spells? Can't I just ask her? But how can I ask her if I can't even speak yet...' Silas thought while looking down at his finger with a sympathetic expression.

'Ugh, what's the big deal? I shot myself in the head before. I doubt this will be as excruciating as that.' Silas sighed and crawled over to the least expensive-looking vase in the living room.

With a good nudge, he watched as the vase fell over and smashed right into his hand...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

The sound of a vase breaking instantly caught the attention of everyone in the house, and when they heard an ear-piercing scream enter their ears, they all rushed to the living room.

"AHHH!" Syra screamed as well, making the adults panic even more.

Silas's scream wasn't fake...

He aimed to cut his hand and force his mother to begin chanting to heal the cut, allowing him to watch how the runes formed whenever someone said an incantation. The problem was that he didn't expect the entire vace to fall onto his hand and shatter.

He could see some of its pieces coming out of his hand, but it was broken. He could see that it was simply bleeding, nothing more.

His parents quickly rushed into the room and saw blood covering his hands.

"I'll call Diveen. Rhea, try your best to stop his bleeding!" Lochras shouted and ran out of the house.

'Ah, sh*t. Son of a b*tch, I've never hated myself more for a decision... Never mind...' Silas thought as the excruciating pain stopped momentarily as soothing warm energy filled his hand, but no matter how much he tried to sense how the runes were forming, he sensed a thing...

Until he realized that no runes were forming, and his mother hadn't even begun to chant an incantation.

Looking down at his hand, despite being very hidden, he could see that his veins were beginning to glow green as some sort of energy moved toward his hand and began to heal his wounds slowly...

'Oh, crap...'

He felt like he could manipulate this energy to increase its healing speed, so he did the exact opposite and stopped himself from being a healer.

"By the light that guides us all,

With the power of life, I heed the call." As his mother began chanting, runes slowly formed before her.

Silas concentrated on those runes and, without knowing it, took the healing energy from his hands and unknowingly rerouted them to his eyes.

For a moment, his eyes shone with a dull green while his vision flickered, making everything around him look black and white except the mana that was fluctuating out of his mother and the runes that were forming before her.

"With pure intent and steadfast will,

Let wounds be healed; let bodies be still."

Silas engraved every single detail of how her mana was moving out of her body...

'When she's chanting, she doesn't need to trace the runes or weave them with her fingers. She just chants and the mana is almost automatically released out of her body and formed into runes right before her eyes...' Silas analyzed.

But that's when he realized-

'Is that...'

"Advanced Healing."

'A tier 3 spell?'

The warm energy from the healing spell entered his wounds, and began to patch them up.

'Wait... Since when could I see mana? At most, I can sense it, but I've never been... able to... see-...'

Exhaustion hit him like a truck, and before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep slumber.

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