Chapter 2:
"Zel! Zel!"
Lina glared down at her dozing husband. Gods, he sleeps like a log! Jerking the dark-haired man up by the collar, she shook him vigorously.
"Zel! You're going to be late for work!"
"I was hoping you'd give up on me…" Grudgingly, Zelgadiss got off the bed as his grouchy wife released her grip on him.
"You should know me better than that."
"Right, right…" Zelgadiss ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Never give up…" Picking up his toothbrush, his sleepy sapphire eyes flicked to his wife. "Don't you have training this morning?"
Plopping down onto the bed, the fiery-haired girl snorted. "Yeah. But it's not like Captain Gourry could actually remember me in his crummy unit anyway."
"I believe the term is special unit? Of course, they never did define 'special'…"
Lina flung a slipper at the amused Zelgadiss. "It's not funny! That guy still has the brains of a jellyfish!"
Catching the slipper, Lina's husband tapped it reflectively on his chin. "You are a field scout though. Your absence would be quite blatant."
"What makes you think I care?"
"Of course."
"Coffee's on the table."
Zelgadiss flashed his wife a smile and pecked her on the cheek. "Thanks, sweetie." With that done, he sailed down the stairs, coat in hand and stethoscope round the neck. "I'll see you in the evening."
"Have a nice day!"
The ex-bandit killer stared down at her hands. Hands which used to be able to cast a simple magic spell. A simple fireball. Hands which actually conjured the Lord of Nightmare's spell: the Giga Slave. And now these very hands were being used to complete household chores and such. In other words, manual labour.
Gazing out the window, Lina sighed. Why were they brought to this world of no sorcery?