Oh no! After I Reincarnated, My Moms Became Son-cons!

“So, this is the source?”

Wasn’t that too easy to find…? We spent more time on the road. In reality, we immediately reached the origin of the creek. I was curious if the stone in my hand was the so-called source that was influencing mana. There was nothing special about it. It was just a cobblestone you could find anywhere.

“Of course it isn’t.”

Mom took the stone from my hand then vigorously threw it into the lake. I dawdled for a moment then looked at the heap of stones in the water and fell into deep thought. Mom said the creek was the source of the problematic mana. The question, therefore, was which stone was the one?

“There are so many stones here. Are we supposed to check every single one of them?”

I picked up a stone while I was at it and held it out to Mom. Mom grabbed it without any hesitation and threw it into the water again. I watched the stones sink into the water and mulled over the question again. I felt as if I was a philosopher looking at the stone sink the water to search for my meaning in life…

“No, Son, these stones aren’t the source.”

My eyes shifted to the seaweed, which was more complex than the stones, and went into even deeper into thought.

Mom helplessly smiled. She affectionately rubbed my head: “It’s not the seaweed, either… Son, you’re not able to discern the mana you sense, which is why you can’t sense it. This place is indeed where the mana originates, but that doesn’t mean that the source of mana is here. Put it this way: if I was to pour red ink into here, do you think that it would instantly disperse everywhere? Even if I took the bottle of ink away, the red ink would need some time before it disperses everywhere. That’s basically the situation here. Somebody scattered mana here, but what they used to scatter it has been taken away. Therefore, the culprit isn’t a dimwit. They took the evidence with them. They came at a specific time to take it away, thereby avoiding anybody who came to investigate the scene.”