Ḧ̷̝̤͇͕́̾͠e̴̡͋͒'̷̜̀s̵̛̱̙̤͕̈́̋̿ ̷̙̏̄̓d̸͈͕̀̂ȇ̵̳̙̪͖̒̆̏a̴̤̬̳̍̆d̶͍̥͎͑͘͝.̴̱̤̾ ̷̪͆̑̊͝H̴̪͔͎̒̌̈́̐e̸̼̽'̸̻͚̆̈́̓̋͜ś̴̟̱͝ ̶̨̔̈̿d̶̨̪̹̳͋e̷̲̅ȧ̴̱͇͒͂d̵̗̐.̷͑ͅ ̴͒̾͗̿ͅṈ̶̻̜͕̓̎͑O̵̝̼͙̘͒͘N̴̈̈ͅǪ̶̦̹̀̀̉̿N̵̞̖̮͊Ǒ̵͇͆͗N̸̜̿̽̄̂O̸̠̯̎̋͜͝N̴̮̤͑̔͛Ọ̴̗̹̻̏̆̈̊N̵͈̻̈́̓̀O̵͕̕N̵͖̘͗͋͗Ǒ̴̱̽N̴͇̱̮̎Ỏ̸̭̒͐͋.̷̢͕̻̏̅͛ͅ ̵͍͒͘Ş̸̩̖̟͛̉͛H̷̫̿̕E̷̦͝͝ ̷̪̏̅́C̶͉̳̻̹̆A̴̙̠̅̏Ň̵̬͙̮͓̈́̾N̵̨͍̺̐̂͐̊O̷̬͎̽T̶̼͛ ̸͕̖̭͊Ą̵͕̲̮̊C̴͕̓͘C̸̢͙̹̲̉̃E̵̖̾̏P̴̞͐͘T̸̨͚̟̝̍̅͝ ̸̤̐͊̌̔T̶͙̙́̊͠͠H̸̞̩͚̜̃̀̈́̏A̵̙͑̈́̄Ṯ̸̓.̷̢͔̮̑ ̴̻̮͂̒N̶̩͚͎̰̾O̵̡͈͆͜Ņ̵̓̌̒͐O̸̖͗͗̕͠N̵̒ͅÔ̵̺͎͘N̷͓̔͑͝O̷̓̓̊̑ͅǸ̶̫͈̚O̷̧͎͕͙̓̄!̷̳̺͉̟̆ ̴̦͓̈S̴̨̲̩͍̕͠H̵̪̺̬͉͐͗͗̈́Ë̴̞́ ̷̝͍̖̠̍̓͆̆H̷̯̐͠Ä̷̢̧̢̮́̏̍̉S̵͓̮̟̮̉̉Ņ̵͕͇̣͗'̸͇̣̇̄ͅȚ̷̡̊͘ ̵̘͊́̉̕E̶̯͛̇̉V̶̖̐͜E̵̩͙͑͘͝N̸͖͍͋͆ ̶̨̎͗̄L̷͍̝̯̞̇E̷͍͉̖̊̊̑T̷͖̿͝͝ ̸͙̗̹͝H̵͔̘͎̄͗͝Ǐ̶̧͈͆̓̉Ḿ̶̻͍̗ ̷̛̦͙͛́̀͜G̸̨̨͕̠̓̅̀̅Ǫ̷͕̺̍̚ ̴̭̹̤̐́H̵͓̲̀͝O̶̧̗̒̅͘ͅM̴̜̭̈́̿͝Ẻ̸̼͋ ̶̩̃Ÿ̷͚ͅĘ̶̨̱̳͗̀̽̌Ț̶̀̏́.̸̞͚̮̀͊͜ ̴͈̿̏̓Ṉ̸͚̎̽̍O̴̙̊Ņ̴͓͛̂ͅO̶͓͈͛́̈́͌͜N̷̮̦̤͒͊̈́̉O̷̧͙̐̿̀̅N̷͕̋̋̑̕O̴̢̙̲͋̍͜N̷̲̖͙̮͛̋O̴̜̙̗̙̚.̵̡̣̔ ̴̭̼͇̎F̴͖͓͚̹̈́Ų̵̭̦̥̇̏Ĉ̶̦̍̒K̴̼͙̄̐̿̎ ̶̘̝̂̈Ț̸̡̎͐͆ͅḦ̴̩̦̦́͂̇̕I̶͚̞͖͋̀S̶̗̥̅͑ ̴̡͇͍̰̓Ẁ̵̢͖̰́̑̚A̵̳͂̃͒R̴̨̬̖̅̈͗͝.̷̼̩̙͝ ̵̟̙̐̏F̴̹̱̗̖̓̀̒͊Ủ̴̡͠ͅC̸̨̜͘K̵̛̩̙̦͜ ̸͙̻͕̘͌͂̓͝T̸͖̮̰̃͛̃̓H̶̗͊̌̈́͊Ẽ̵̛̼̟ ̵̜͍͑̾̐Ẅ̸͍̻͍́̈́͘Ô̷̹͓̌R̸̘͇͕̅̽͝Ḽ̸̯̰̘̽͌D̶͎̦̝̠̑.̵̫̀̈́̈́ ̸̦͙̦͇̃͂F̷̗̂͒̍̀U̴̮̠̓C̵̘̈́͌̽̓K̶̹̼͆ ̵̫͙͋̐Ṭ̸͓̀͘ͅH̸̭̜̽̔ͅI̴̞̬͝S̴̭͑͒̚ ̷̡̥̤̎͗F̵͇̅̐U̴͈͌͗̈́͠C̵̲̾̈́ͅK̵͉̽̈͋̀ ̴̡͚͖͘T̸̡͕̠͌̿͘H̸̨͎̊̈́͝͝A̸̛̠̠̞͊̓̅ͅT̵͂͜ ̴̯̤͑̓͝N̵̹̯͎̻̆Ō̸̢̘̟͕̈́̿͝N̵̩̙͐Õ̵͓̙̯̋̃̚N̴̜̓́̒͜O̶̜͐̋̌N̸̩͎̚Ó̶͎̳Ṋ̸͈̩̆͝Ö̵̧̬̳́N̷̢͚̥̓̿O̴̩̬̓͐͝N̵̛̘̲̦̿̀̈͜Ỏ̶̪́̐N̴͖̟̻̦͛̔Ò̸̥̕N̸̡̒̔̿͠O̵̰̼͂̌̕.̸͙̯̽̑̍ ̶̧̧͙̘̃Ă̵̙N̴͉̼͗͆̀̑N̸̮̱̳̓̈̇̇ͅĚ̸̤̅͛ ̶̹͔͋̆͗͘S̵̱̲̽͂̿ͅH̵͖̤̹͉̿O̷̡̻͋̑Û̴͚͍̘͐L̴̳̋́̍D̵͍͇̑ ̴͕͝D̶͈͛̈́̀̋ͅỊ̶̽̚E̸̙̗͎̣͂ ̶̛̰̳̤̽͘F̸̨̛͐̽̃Ò̸̹̱̝͎̅̍R̶̮̥̓̽̅̽ ̵̥̥͉͈̂T̴̪̝̖̓̐H̸̖͉̲͂͋͘E̵̬͇͔͔͆̚ ̵̢̰̺͜͝W̶͔̚A̵̦̩͌͘R̸̦̜̩̔́͂ ̸̮̫̚ͅN̴̝̮͐Ő̴̡̗͍̱͊T̸͖͍̈̓̓ ̴͓̱̗̺͌͝H̴͙̬͗̇Ȋ̷͖̟̺̎̓͆͜M̸͕̌̓̿̓.̵͍̐̅ ̶̪̀͠N̴̖̿̃͠Ọ̴̬͊̆Ņ̸͙͔̀̓͛̃Ǫ̸͚̣͓̈̂̈́̚N̶̜̔̌͜O̴̞͎͇͒Ṋ̸͎͒͗̃Ő̴͓̺͍̣̀̓Ň̷̨̯͛Ọ̷̞̞̤͂͋Ṇ̶̱͗͂ͅO̵̡̤͔̊N̶͕̙̈̀̃͘Ȏ̸̢̱̠̣͒͌Ń̷̨̊Ő̸͓̪̲͗̂Ṇ̸̨́̀O̷̫͇͇̝̊͋N̴̢͚͍̔̄͘Ỏ̴̺̬̤̎͝Ǹ̷͙͖̺̙͌̔͒O̶̥̝͑͊͠Ņ̶̽̒O̸̩͆̌̎N̵̥̠͎̯͠Ö̴̦N̸̨̳͔̅ͅO̸̬̞̚͜N̸̪̠͕͑͛͛O̸̥̪̖͌̎!̵͓͇̓͒̓͘ ̵̬̫̦̗̉S̸̳̖̍́̑͝A̵̠̰̎̀̈́Ǐ̷̞̑T̵͇̩͆̈̆Ơ̶̳̜̣͛̂͜ ̴͍̻̆Ṡ̴̺̺̈́͊͝H̴̬͇̊̄O̶̼̗̘̞͋̊U̶̡̬̽L̴͕̦̕D̶͚͊͑̚ ̵͓͐̅̅͐B̸̨̯̬̅E̷̛̪̓ͅ ̸̛̱͈̄͗H̶̝͆O̴̞̊M̸̧̄͑̂E̴͙͔͋ ̸̲̑̕̕B̸͎̮͉͙̏̔̔͝Y̵̺͓͋̈͠ ̴̥͋T̸̰̪̈́͛Ḫ̸̝͉̎͌Ĕ̵̹̮ ̵̢̼̘̎̃E̸͙͂Ć̴̗̝͔L̸͕̘͂̄͊́Ỉ̷̫̥P̵̩̣̒͘͝S̸͔̘̾̍Ë̷̗̲͊͝!̶͇̞̈́̏͌ ̵̝̃͆ͅN̴̲̥̹͎͑̓̋̌O̵͇̞̲̫͛ ̷̰̻̞͊̉͝ͅC̷̢͈̝̃Ỏ̸͍̋M̸̝̤͉̻̔̈́̍̾Ẹ̶̡̛̫̠̔͌͝ ̴̡͓͑B̴̝̺͗̆́Ȁ̵̧͇̏́͝C̴̝̲̲̑͑̑K̵̢̬͎̾.̸̠͎̺̂ ̵̦͖̾͋T̵̙̣͐H̷̳̦̾̕É̷͉͈̲͠ ̷̱͎̱̼̊͝͝P̴̨̻̤̫̒̈́L̴̘͠A̸̮̮̲͆͝ͅN̸̡̳̩͚̋E̶̞͑͜͠ ̴̟̋̓̈́Š̶̳̼̱̖͐̇͘H̶̠͎̏̄̃Ȍ̵̻̺̾́͜ͅU̸͕̺̼͒̏͂̕L̸͇̩̝̐D̴̡̺̉̕ ̸̟͍̾̾͊̿W̷̧͇̠̊̌̎̍Ỏ̵̱̯̟R̷̫͈̯̒K̷̬̤̺̫͐̅̾͠ ̷̧͔͚͉͛N̷͕̂̓͘O̸̙̬̤̅̎Ţ̸̳͑̕͝ ̷͖̉́̇C̸̢̼̩͍̈́͌͠R̵̦̞̟̰̊͒́͗Ã̷͚͗̂S̵̡̬͖͛͛H̵̜̫̓̀͜.̶͙̤̬̼̅̓̉͠ ̵̜̗̩̠̒̅͘N̵̘̹͆Ȍ̴̧̞͈͇!̸͚͇̻̚ ̵̨͇͈̠̏̒̃͗N̸̝̓̓O̴̦͌!̵̧̬̌̕ ̶͖̲̿̓̄̎T̴̨̗͌̏H̷̨̅Ĭ̶̙̼͊S̴̘͑͗̑ ̴̡͔͎̪̕W̸̦̊̔Ǒ̷̝͔͓͊R̷̢͚̟͈̓Ĺ̵̛̚͘͜ͅĎ̵̹̠̫̟ ̵̤̜̄͂S̸̺͐̀̃H̵͎̘̲̆Ò̴͍Ǘ̶̞̑L̸̢͇͔̳͋̚D̷̟͕̮͍͆̈́͑̀ ̸͓̙̙̈́̑̕D̴̢̻̼͎̓̓̅Ḯ̴̟͎͉͔̈́͊͆E̷̥̪̻̒͋.̶͉̘͎͋̊̓͘ 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D̴̻̤̾̏̋͘I̶͉̋͌̊̅͜E̴̼̟̻̿̓̉̌!̸̟̫̯͆!̶̘̩̀͘!̴̮͚͐ͅ!̶̨͂̏̏
Gossiping among the academy staff was one of the pastimes Siesta partake among other things. The most recent ones running among the staff was the new 'familiar' that was summoned by Miss Valliere.
In fact, there was another rumor running around the academy: Miss Valliere had a personality shift, from the volatile angry young girl to a cold yet calm girl not unlike Miss Tabitha.
But some noted that she was extremely nice to the commoner she summoned while aggressive towards those she deemed to be her adversaries, like Miss Zerbts. Some staff were becoming more afraid of her, thinking her summoning her familiar had broken her.
Yet somehow, as of now, she was surprised that Miss Valliere was walking through the academy with her 'familiar', her laundry in hand as she was chatting with the foreign boy.
"Like I said, I got used to doing it manually after realizing I can't rely on my nobility for the rest of my life." She reassured Saito, who was fussing over trying to carry all the load. "Besides, I would be kicked out of my house and the academy at any given moment. Best to be prepared for now."
The boy sighed in exasperation, giving up on trying to convince the girl. "Don't blame me when your body starts screaming in pain because you can't sit still in the bed."
Siesta heard of the explosion yesterday evening, yet not one person spoke of the pink-haired girl being hurt from that! Without any thoughts, she ran up to the pair.
"Excuse me!" She got their attention. "I apologize but I overheard your condition, Miss Valliere. Please let me take the laundry and wash it for you."
The presence of Siesta caused Louise to tense up in a way she was looking at a ghost. Saito used this chance to snatch the load of laundry and passed it to the maid. "Please do. She's not supposed to do anything strenuous, doctor's advice."
Louise broke out of her reverie and glared at her 'familiar', offended by his action. "I said I am fine, the doctor just wanted to keep an eye on me."
"Because you're literally at ground zero!" Saito yelled at her, his expression full of concern. "Of course everyone wants to keep an eye on you. You got hurt from that explosion."
"Yes yes father." Louise rolled her eyes, unable to help but find his pestering was grating her patience. "Why not tie me down on my bed instead."
"Oh I would if I have to."
Siesta, unable to control herself, giggled at their interaction. The arguing pair changed their attention to her. This made her change to a horrified, pale, expression and she quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't be giggling at such a sight let alone in front of you miss!"
Louise cocked her eyebrow upwards, folding her arms. "Why would I be offended by your giggling?"
Siesta spluttered, trying to make coherent sentences as she tried to explain herself. Louise, her patience thin, let her commanding voice leave her lips. "Calm yourself and speak properly. We have breakfast to eat."
"Y-yes of course." Siesta composed herself quickly under pressure, now speaking coherently. "I was just afraid that you would use this as a reason to berate me… or punish me."
Louise sighed then placed a hand on her heart. "By my honor, I can swear to you that I will not do such a thing. And I apologize for giving you such an impression because of my… fellow nobles."
"M-miss Valliere?" Siesta stuttered, surprised by the girl's apology and humility.
"Go on now." Louise waved her hand, gesturing to her to go on her way. "We shouldn't waste our time here away from our duties."
Siesta could only nod dumbly, watching the pair leaving the hallway towards their destination. The maid's experience was similar to many servants in the academy, bearable at best and scary at worst.
Yet, for the first time in her life, she could not help but feel one thing.
Awe.
Louise can admit that she nearly had a heart attack when Siesta ran to her. Her youthful face, one that does not hide the trauma behind her eyes, hit her like a burning rock shot by a catapult.
It reminded her of how her Siesta left. How they tried to fill up the hole in their hearts by being close to each other… too close. It brought too many regrets for the pair and everything crumbled down over time.
Thus, she was the first to leave.
She understood why, and had made peace with it. They never meet each other in life anymore since that day. With one pillar of support crumbled, her life tumbled like a temple collapsing on itself.
But this Siesta has not encountered the hurt, the trauma. So the least Louise could do… was to keep her as far away as possible from her. Away from the very thing that sets off all the series of events.
"Louise?" Said girl turned to Saito, worried expression on his face once more. She wants to replace it, to take away that face and place a happy face. She wants the love of her life to stay happy, away from all the pain of the world.
To do that, she must send him home. No matter the cost.
She had another plan just in case World Gate did not work, which would be waiting for the Eclipse. But the best case scenario would be her unlocking her Void spells once again and using World Gate. Meaning facing Anne once again, the last to leave.
"Yes Saito?" She plastered her face with a neutral expression, masking her inner thoughts. "Why the worrisome face?"
"You were just… staring into the space like you were thinking about something."
The girl giggled, adorable does not describe enough how the boy was acting right now. "No need to concern yourself. I was merely making plans for the future, especially finding a way home."
Saito changed his expression to a frown and spoke his next line. "What if I decided to just stay here even with the means to go home?"
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She forced a smile, trying her best to hide the bitterness and sadness welling inside her. "Then we just have to make do. But for now, going home is the goal."
Breakfast was fulfilling, especially the chicken served on the table. When Saito entered the hall he was appalled by how fancy everything was (humble his ass, everything screams Micheline priced food) and he got to have a meal of this kind.
If he gets to live like this with Louise everyday, maybe staying back won't be so bad.
Then again, leaving behind his old life was something he hesitated to even think about. It's not the lack of conveniences he would miss, nor his future that he was worried about.
Being in this new world… he felt he belonged here. Like he meant to be in this world, like breathing a new life into him. His mind felt clearer and life was, in a way, a breath of fresh air. He could venture this world despite the danger. Maybe find artifacts or save people along the way.
There were so many possibilities compared to the mundane life back in Japan! Maybe he could even do that and return home, full of stories to tell his parents.
Or even find love, introducing his girlfriend to his parents… it sent a shiver down his spine. He glanced at Louise who was still eating her food, slowly and methodically like she had practiced. The cute girl acted more like a robot when it didn't involve people, the vacant look on her returned the moment they weren't interacting.
Almost as if she lived in her own world.
"Hello there cutie." He turned to the source of the voice, revealing a buxom redhead with tan skin that fit her beauty. She wore the same uniform as other students, but it hung onto her body which accentuates her curves.
To say Saito was attracted to this sexy girl would be a lie. There were plenty of beauties in his school before, but the girl was cut above the rest.
"H-hey there." Crap, he stuttered. Yet all it did was make the girl giggle. "I'm Saito Hiraga, nice to meet you." He introduced himself, it was polite after all and girls do like a gentleman.
"My, what a gentleman. My name is Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt Zerbst, but you may call me Kirche." She ended her introduction with a wink. "Why don't you tell me more about yourself?"
At the corner of Kirche's eyes, Louise merely glanced at her then huffed in annoyance. 'That's… odd.' She thought to herself and noted in her mind. She expected a far more violent reaction, except there was nothing.
It felt eerie.
Saito thought for a moment, trying to think of what to speak of before settling on basic introductions. "I don't have much to say. I'm born and raised in an average family, I go to school for studies and go about my days peacefully."
"You go to school? Are you a noble's son?" Schools were mostly exclusively for nobles, who can afford them for their status and wealth. There were poor nobles, who were economically bankrupt, but capable of making payment thanks to sponsorship from other families. A complicated matter but one Kirche was familiar with.
Yet Saito's implication made it sound like he was of commoner background, confusing Kirche.
"Oh no no no!" Saito quickly denied that assumption. "It's just that where I come from, going to school is mandatory for children ages 6 to 18. I'm currently 17 so I have 2 more years to finish my schooling before graduation… well, if I managed to get home."
The more Kirche heard, the more she was interested. Perhaps Louise summoning this boy, Saito, would not be so bad.
Now how can she convince him to stay here?
After a while, I decided to expand on this idea for a bit. For now, this chapter focuses on other's POV. But the next one would definitely be solely on Louise's thought process and perspective. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And please comment so that I can know what I can improve upon. Thanks and have a nice day.