I Can't Control It Very Well.**Alden'POV**

Mia was not an ordinary human girl.

This fact was verified the moment Eleanor's lower body exploded following the prophecy.

When I realized this, my hand hidden beneath my sleeve began to tremble slightly—

She was the same kind of person as me.

In this world that worshipped science, Mia possessed the same ability as I did, something that transcended common sense and could not be explained by science.

I looked at the girl in front of me, tightly gripping my hand.

Her hand was cold.

Her eyes were opened wider than when she was calm, the moist corners slightly reddened.

Her chest rose and fell violently, hot breath escaping from her slightly parted lips.

From this I deduced her current emotion—she was uneasy, she felt confused.

This should have been an effortless thing.

But with her, it became rather troublesome.

I could see the emotions of everyone before me—happiness, sadness, greed, lust.

But I could not see through her.

This puzzled me—

There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of her, and whenever I wanted to see into her heart, that fog would envelop her.

People are always curious about the unknown.

I began to observe her deliberately.

She was weak, like a blade of grass, but with strong resilience.

She seemed to notice I was watching her, and the bold and naive Mia began trying to approach me.

She had no idea what a dangerous person I was—when she saw my magic yesterday, what she said was not "you're so scary," but "you're so cool."

Of course I tried to correct this notion.

Last night in the tree, I told her I had once petrified my middle school teacher.

That little old man still lay in the hospital, diagnosed by doctors as being in a "vegetative state."

I also told her I had used fire—magical fire that could not be extinguished by water—to burn Margaret's ex-husband into serious injury.

I tried to use these examples to let her know how dangerous an existence with magic in a scientific world was.

But after hearing this, Mia seemed even more excited.

One second she was yawning, the next she began analyzing: "That little old man did something bad, right?"

"That incident must have made you very angry, so you petrified him without knowing your own strength—"

"Was it because of what he did to his students?"

"Boys or girls?"

"He did something disgusting to that girl, right?"

"Alden, you were ridding society of evil. The government should give you a banner for acting bravely for a just cause!"

Mia's emotions ran high as she continued analyzing: "After this incident, Margaret didn't send you to juvenile detention, but quickly got together with Eleanor."

"So the truth is that your adoptive father cheated, right?"

For a moment, I almost believed she also had the ability to see through people's hearts.

But she did not, and I seemed to understand how to perceive her emotions, even if I could not read her mind.

Mia was a very simple girl.

I could infer her approximate emotions from her body movements, smiles or any other expressions, or from her words, the arc of her lips rising.

She was a simple human girl.

Of course, that was before the prophecy took effect.

I withdrew from my memories. Her current state was exactly like my confusion when I inexplicably burned down a house for the first time.

She need not feel uneasy about this.

Because I was here, I was in front of her.

"Mia, take a deep breath, let yourself calm down."

I gently placed one hand on her cheek—

On her wheat-colored face were faint freckles, her eyes were silver-blue, as if they had an attractive magic that, once you met them, you would fall deep into them.

My other hand rested on her shoulder, patting gently with the rhythm of her deep breathing.

After four or five times.

Mia's emotions stabilized.

She asked me: "Alden, can you tell me what prophecy is?"

I did not tell her that before this happened, I did not know this term.

It appeared suddenly in my head.

Like a book in a library that suddenly left its shelf on its own and flew into my hands.

This book was just one of countless volumes inside, but I could not browse them, could only wait for them to voluntarily present themselves to me.

I had no time to think about this.

"Magic requires incantations and power. When I first awakened my magical ability, I could not control it. Later, when I tried to use certain words to name it and control it, magic became mine to command."

I met her gaze, looked around, and found a small flower waiting to bloom.

"And when your words are no longer just simple sounds, every sentence you speak, every word becomes a command that must be realized."

"Mia, prophecy is commanding the world to respond to your will, magic is borrowing power from the world."

I crouched down, and she did the same.

I used this flower as an example: "When you say 'bloom' to this flower, this flower will definitely blossom, it must obey you."

Mia nodded, apparently understanding.

She took a deep breath and said seriously to the flower: "Bloom!"

We held our breath and waited, but the flower showed no change.

Mia seemed somewhat frustrated.

I took a small stone: "Tell it 'fly up.'"

Mia closed her eyes: "Fly up!"

A few seconds later, she urged me: "How is it? Did it work?"

I looked at the motionless stone and frowned.

I had not even sensed any magical fluctuation from Mia's body.

She was still that ordinary human girl.

Mia opened her eyes, her excited expression stopping abruptly.

I watched as she lowered her eyes, her index finger and thumb pinching the thumb of her other hand, visibly deflating.

"It seems not everyone can become a magician."

Mia kicked away the pebbles at her feet one by one.

I thought she would be sad for at least a few hours, but she was not.

Mia looked up at me, using those beautiful silver-blue eyes, showing a hint of mischief.

"Perhaps Mom also wanted to punish him, or perhaps God was also disgusted by his shamelessness."

"In any case, he got his comeuppance, didn't he?"

She extended her hand, palm facing me, fingers wiggling: "Won't you high-five to celebrate, genuine magician sir?"

When she smiled, shallow dimples appeared on both sides of her cheeks.

Her clothes were still stained with dried mud, yet she did not look disheveled.

I was almost eighteen years old.

Such childish celebratory behavior seemed to me like children playing house.

But somehow.

I could not generate even half a thought of refusing Mia.

Palm struck palm, her hand was small, even with fingers extended, barely longer than my palm.

Mia hummed happily while beginning to calculate whether she needed to go out and lie low for a while—

After all, nominally and actually, her father's dignity parts had exploded because of her.

I listened with interest beside her, of course, two steps behind her—to prevent her from seeing something restless.

Mia, I was very troubled.

I did not know why, but whenever you were near me, my tail was always stirring restlessly.

I could not control it very well.

My gaze fell on the ankle exposed beneath Mia's long skirt.

That red mark was still there.

I tucked away the restless tail, and just then Mia turned to look at me: "Alden, what do you think?"

Listening to her question, I suddenly heard a hissing sound in my ear.

I looked toward the source of the sound—a small green snake coiled on a tree—

"Hiss hiss, hiss—"

The small snake finished speaking and quickly disappeared into the bushes.

Thinking of the unfortunate and heavy news the small snake had told me, I could not bring myself to tell Mia.

Mia did not seem to care whether I responded to her. She said excitedly: "We can go to Grandfather's place."

"At first I wasn't scared by your magic because when I was little, Grandfather always told me magic stories."

"Magical academies, people turning into animals, animals talking, flying in the sky on broomsticks..."

Mia said: "Alden, perhaps Grandfather knows something? He can answer this incredible thing that happened to me!"

As she spoke, the small snake in the bushes reported to me that the postman had put a letter in the mailbox.

I heard the butler's urgent, panicked footsteps.

My poor Mia.

She did not know what terrible news she was about to face.

"Let's go to the front. Margaret and Eleanor need to be sent to the hospital, we don't need to hide from them."

I deliberately led Mia to the butler.

The butler, sweating profusely, saw her and breathed a long sigh of relief, stuffing that letter into her hand—

"Miss Mia, please accept my condolences."