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"Primary POV Language Dialogue"

"None Primary POV Language Dialogue"

'Inner Monologue'

*Sound Effect*

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The Hiraga's household was a small adobe of humble family of three with a live-in maid. Okay, not so small with humble and yet rich family. If not the absent the word 'Inn' after the house's plate, people will get confused this house with and refutable Inn in Kyoto. THAT how grand the house in its traditional design. The house has the stone garden and a pool. In the interval of a few seconds, a bomb hit the stone producing a serene sound to its dweller. The illusion is complete with its wooden bathtub to soothe the users ache body from the everyday workload.

Daisuke is the head of this humble (compare to the main house) house. Some said it's a mansion; fill with luxurious creature comfort of the modern age money can buy. That 'some' is lying or mostly don't know any better, the only thing modern in the house is the kitchenette and a 52 inches TV. He only buys so much kitchen appliance because most of the food cannot be prepared by magic. That is the life of the mage, it's not because of the magus dislike or harbour a deep prejudice of mundane way of life. It's just more practical and cheaper to use ofūdas and spells than spending their money on something they can do quicker and efficient.

For example, in the olden day UK, a magus family may own a car to commute to another place not assessable by public transport. Now with revelation of magic, magus only has to buy a flying broom and a license to own and fly this magical contraption. It's far cheaper that a motorcycle. Need more space for passenger? Buy the ever cheaper magic carpet. They are cheaper because the materials in making them are easier to procure than the rare earth material.

It made them the ideal transportation for a magus family if you not bothered by the wind and rain of course.

Need a cargo space? You don't have to buy a van, just seal it in scrolls. Thaumaturgy is long ago using this product of time-space manipulation to its fullest. A Doreamon packet comes real with runic art. As Hiraga Cops main trade nowadays was not a boundary field, but the storage scroll. It's made them richer.

Though orders are piling in, and more yet to come; Daisuke busied himself with an unpaid project commission by his own son. Why does this millionaire turn away his prospective customers to cater his own son's whim? The easiest answer would be 'it's a family'. The longest would be because: 'my son's graduation in a month, so we need to store his things when he travelling around the world'. Among lots of Saito's things, Erika and Rin took personal interest to sealing the things that he may need in typically one year journey.

Rei enters his study room as demure as she could be. A perfect picture of a maid. "Daisuke-sama, where do we put Botchan's thing?"

"Oh put that scrolls in our new house wing. That section for Saito anyway. And Rei, "

"Yes?"

"Ask Erika to help you pack all Saito things, I have an important job at Taiwan"

At that time, he reckoned everything will happen smoothly. He had forgot his wife's shrewd common sense.

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Chapter 7: Settle in... Reluctantly

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The Old Osmond's office well furnishes for the man his status. Wasn't surprising when he had held office for... well, suffice to say for a long, long time. By now his 'small' abode becomes a lavish piece of art fit for a Duke. What had been humble facilities now have comfortable furniture, a genuine carpet import from Rab al-Khali, a piece or two paintings from famous Germanian painter and a sofa set with a table. If these items didn't impress the visitors bar the royals? He didn't know what will.

Rab al-Khali? Hmm, now that you think about it, the boy really reminded him of them. Though Hiraga has the same hair and eye colour, his eyes do seem smaller and have a fairer skin same as Ms. Siesta.

A racial trait perhaps?

As he sits on the sofa, he looks at the pair in front of him. The Hiraga boy and his master look very much uncomfortable to be in his office. The boy no; the young man seems reluctant to defend his claim despite he agree to meet with the headmaster. Is that means he's lying? Osmond is at lease willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. He looks calm and resigned, though his companion doesn't look calm at all, the poor girl is so nervous the Old Osmond afraid she faint at any moment.

"So how are we going to do this" Hiraga said, he looks as if that he is going to be ridiculous. 'Low in self esteem are we?' Not the lease problem for the youth of today. Hiraga though, was absolutely sure nothing good will come out this.

"Oho, impatient are you?" Osmond said while stroking his beard. Hiraga rolled his eye as if to say We-know-you-not-fooling-anybody-get-on-with-it!

"Yours Albionese is better from yesterday Mr. Hiraga, I'm sure if given time you can talk Romania as well-"

"Romalia as in?"

"Tristanian language, we are using our Founder language for six millennia" he clarified.

"Think of this as informal inquiries. We will give you a verbal interview first before a paper test in Albionese as you seem to understand"

"Aren't you find it strange, Professor?" his secretary interrupted. Miss Longueville rarely interrupts him when he at present of a guest, not that he mind, but Miss Longueville let him alone when he actually does his job.

"What is it Miss Longueville? And please use Albionese to include this young man, " he replies in Romalia. Even though he doesn't mind, he was curious.

"Aren't you find it strange Professor, Mr. Hiraga can speak Albionese but not Romalia? He comes from a place that we never heard of, and his people language before. Now we have three individuals who can speak it fluently, one of them is Miss Vallière over here" at these questions, Osmond noted both Ms. Louise and Mr. Hiraga become uncomfortable. They are hiding something, well, he has time to find it out, later.

"It's not so surprising Miss Longueville, Albion has-had a strong armada of ships. One of their ships may have reached the Mr. Hiraga homeland. Albionese is called a Trading Language for a reason. Miss Siesta's great-grandfather move to Tarbes more than 60 years ago [1]. Mr. Hiraga is, no matter the circumstances are Miss Vallière's familiar. Familiar is known to be gifted with to understand their master speech"

In Old Osmond speech he fails to notice the familiar and master in question flinch. But not Longueville, the green-haired secretary notice the couple flinching every time Old Osmond said the words Familiar, master and Albionese (only Hiraga) was uttered. They were hiding something.

"So we start with oral and then just ordinary paper test, do I right to assume we finish it in a practical test? Some sort of demonstration"

"You are correct. The first test Miss Vallière can accompany you if she chooses to. However, the Literature test she must leave both of us alone. The literature comprises of the basic disciplines of magic. Non-magic subject will be taught to you later after the practical test. Any questions Mr. Hiraga?"

"What are non-magical subject this school has to offer"

"Arithmetic, natural philosophy, etiquette, and Tristan's Law"

"Forgive me Osmond-sensei, do you teach Tristan Law in the third year?"

"No, we taught Tristan Law in the first year"

"Then, I could like to find me my own teacher for these subjects"

"Who?" Miss Louise speaks for the first time. "You just got here, who have the time to teach you?"

"Why don't you?" Hiraga asked.

"Me?"

"You seem the studious type, I will need to see the different in mathematic for Arithmetic, and the western etiquette than I've being taught may be different around here"

"Everything seems in order then, let's begin"

"Wait headmaster, we all spend three years to graduate. Why would you want my familiar, tested now? He himself admits that he needs to be taught in those subjects. Arithmetic and natural philosophy have been teaching for three years straight. Why not wait at least a year?"

"The truth is Miss Vallière I am curious"

"What? You're curious? And you want to let the Crown know about this because you are CURIOUS!"

"Is one of the reasons Miss Vallière, another one, I'm sure you know the ramification of summoning him here and bounding a foreign mage as you're familiar will incite international incident"

"Wha-I, I didn't know I was summoning him. It was not I one who k-ki-kis-kis-complete the ritual it was HIM" While pointing at Mr. Hiraga. He felt sorry for him when he decides to reveal their true relationship. On second thought, he has to make sure his dear familiar get to witness the scene, it will be hilarious.

"Louise" he waited until her calm down, before facing the headmaster. "Osmond-sensei" he felt awkward without using honorific to an authority figure so he doesn't bother doing so. "While I acknowledged you must do everything in your power to free you're school and this kingdom to be seen to condone kidnapping and slavery by another kingdom" Saito ignore Louise's flinching beside him. God, she looks cute when she agitates. "I fail to see why you have gone so far for my accreditation" he continued.

"I'm not a nobleman as you assume me be and has no way to contact my government. Louise." he then looks at Louise, "Why would you reckon this incident will involve the Crown? Aren't your academia body will suffice as of now? I admit getting me home will be... difficult. I just want to be treated with respect and have a means to sustain myself"

"What Academia body? The headmaster is a sole academic authority below Her Majesty herself! If he is to accredit you with his recommendation, he must get approval to the Queen office himself"

"This school is all you have? Is this just a high school? What about the University? A formal education institute higher that this?" he asked in confusing. Louise was about answering him when the Headmaster speaks

"On contrary Mr. Hiraga, even by Germania standard, a neighbouring kingdom up north from here, you are still being considered as a noble. This kingdom mind you, can be a noble by shear wealth alone are still acknowledge that mage is noble. If the educational system of your homeland is more advance that ours, than having you as a professor is a boon to this academia"

He isn't talking me into becomes a professor didn't he? Me, as a professor? He will turn 18 two months away!

"What does it mean headmaster-san? How can it solve by me getting a diploma?" the using of a diploma was a deliberation to see if Osmond was not talking about giving him Tristain equivalent of High School Certificate. Seeing the Headmaster didn't correct him is a confirmation he needed that this 'school' is actually a university equivalent.

You got to be kidding me. Is this why six millennia of civilization still remain in the early medieval era?

"... can we start" it took a moment for Saito to realize the headmaster waiting his answer and he was in his own world. "Excuse me, can you repeat that?"

"By getting you a diploma, it would look by other kingdoms that you are transferring your credit from your homeland"

"How can that solve everything? Everyone knows he is my familiar" Yes, my dear, everyone knows! No need to yell! He silently growled.

"By doing that Miss Vallière, we can discourage others kingdom to seek deeper for the truth." Not going to happen, how can the headmaster think he can fool everybody with this weak argument? He felt his throat dry.

"Truth? How can you explain to everyone why he was here? No matter how unbelievable it may be, I am clearly summoning him as my familiar. Hell, he even sleeps in my room" realizing what people will think without the context of this conversation she amends it soon after "On the hay pile! Yeah, on the hay pile! Not in-in-in bed with me!" If she wasn't talking about us, Saito will surely be laughing by now. Where the cup of tea the maid serves just now? Oh, there is it! He took the cup to his mouth. At this point, he let Louise talk to the headmaster. He has a tea to drink.

"Oh, that's simple! It's because both of you are..." it's obviously not, he then changes his gaze to Saito. His gaze looks... mischievous. He took a sip, this old coot always gives the childish demeanour in the short time he has known him.

"Man and wife!" he said cheerfully.

Saito chokes on his own tea.

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Capital city of Tristain is the heart of Tristain Economy. Noble, merchant, blacksmiths and sellsword come from all over the kingdom for whatever reasons. It wasn't surprising at the Bourdonné Street, Tristain's widest avenue full with souls to do business. One shop, near a Peyman's Potion Shop. There is a weapon shop offering weapons for the customer who can afford it. Despite the bright daylight outside, the shop was a bit dark inside. A gas lamp flickered. The walls and shelves were filled with unorganized weapons. A detailed suit of armour decorated the room. A man in his fifties smoking a pipe, reiterate his prospective customer to his newest ware.

The shopkeeper held the sword with one hand rubbing the new specimen with an oily rag.

"What about this one?" It was a splendid broadsword of around a mail and a half in length. The handle was made for two-handed wielding and was lavishly decorated with jewels. A mirror-like blade reflected light with an irresistible glow. Anyone could look at it and say it was a very sharp and broad blade. "This is the best thing I have. Rather than say it's for nobles, it's more like something nobles wish they can wear on their waists, but that's something reserved for very strong men. If not, wearing it on the back isn't half bad."

A commoner walked closer, his eyes staring at the sword. "Awesome, it looks really powerful." The young commoner instantly wanted it. It was a magnificent sword no matter how he looked at it. But his master is more reserve, the shopkeeper has a way to impress the unintelligent people. As it shows the effect to his servant. "Shopkeeper, I want a sword to be carried all the time, not to use it to guard a garrison! A simple cutlass will do"

"Certainly my lord. If you don't mind my curiosity, it's quite odd for a man of your stature to gift your servant a sword "

The nobleman look at the shopkeeper, pausing a few minutes until he decided to answer." It seems that there's an increase of thievery in Tristain's city streets lately…"

"Thievery?"

"Yes. Some mage-thief that calls himself something like 'Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt,' and I heard he stole a lot of treasures from the nobles. Nobles are getting really rattled, so many choices arming their servants with swords."

"Then" the shopkeeper brings with him a cutlass "What about this one, is a simple cutlass, made by iron, you can have it cheap. I know a mage can enchant the sword to be as strong as steel. This is perfect for the boy"

He looks at the sword, testing the craftsmanship.

"How much?" he asked.

"Well… it's made by the famous Germanian alchemist Lord Shupei. It can cut through flesh like butter event magic infused in it! See this inscription here?" The shopkeeper proudly pointed at the words on the handle. "You can't get this cheaper anywhere else."

"How much?" he repeats, he didn't have time for this man grovels.

At that, the shopkeeper bluntly gave the price, "This will go for just one hundred new gold coins."

A reasonable price for a well made craftsmanship. As he's about to pay the man, a voice interrupted him.

"Did you say something?" he asks the shopkeeper, quite aware the sweating that had garnered his forehead.

At that moment, a deep, male voice came from a messy pile of swords, "Don't be a fool can't you see your been swindled?"

"Derf, shut up!"

The nobleman and his servant looked towards the sound. The shopkeeper held his hands to his head.

"Who's there? Show yourself, " he ordered, receiving no answer, he turn to the shopkeeper. "What's the meaning of this? You better explain yourself!"

The boy slowly approached the sound. "What… there's nobody here!"

"Are your eyes there just for decoration?"

"It... eer... a senile rusty sword! It's all way like that, nothing to worry you"

His servant looked behind him. What? It's actually a sword that's saying it. It came from a rusty, damaged sword. "A talking sword!" the boy exclaimed.

The shopkeeper suddenly yelled angrily, "Derf! Do not say such impolite things to my customers!"

"Derf?" the carefully inspected the sword. It was the same length as that huge broadsword, though its blade was slightly less broad. It was a thin longsword, although its surface was coated with rust, and one cannot say it was well done to any degree.

"Customer? A customer that can't wield a sword? You've got to be kidding me."

"Could it be… that this is a sentient sword?" asked the nobleman.

"That's right, my lord. It's a sentient, magical, intelligent sword. I wonder what kind of mage could make a sword speak… but it's got a rotten tongue, always arguing with my customers. Hey, Derf! Keep up the insolence and I'll ask this noble here to melt you!"

"Sounds good to me! I'd like to see you try it! I'm kinda tired of this world. I'd love to be melted down!"

"Fine! Then I'll melt you down!" The shopkeeper approached. But he's stopped by the nobleman.

"I don't have time to waste for your bickering" he handed the shopkeeper 100 ecu.

"Boy! We are leaving, " he turns to the shopkeeper. "If the sword gives you so much trouble. Get rid of it"

"With pleasure, my lord, with pleasure" He's stroking his moustache with glee.

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Chapter Finish: 4/6/2014

AN: For your reader, I have been revising my oldest chapter. It should flow smother thank to Ginger Free Edition Grammar Cherker. I also add a little bit some of the plot. I strongly encourage you all to re-read the chapter.

[1] One year in Helkagenia is 384 Earth days.