Zero no Tsukaima x Monster Girl Quest : Hero of Two Worlds

by Pea Brain Writer

The adventure has ended; the History has turned its last page. The destiny has been fulfilled; The world has reached its conclusion. That is how it should be. And yet sprung an alternative possibility; worlds that should not exist, conjured by a playful mind. Where will a history taken off-course lead to; not a living soul could tell. [Note: Guest's reviews can't be replied to.]

22. Chapter 18: The Giant Avian of

Chapter 18: The Giant Avian of the Foreign Land

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The tea cup clinks lightly with the coaster as I put it down. A white porcelain teapot with beautiful patterns sits nearby on the white cloth draped on the table, which flutters slightly as the light breeze blows through the courtyard.

The start of summer is just around the corner. The ray of the sun reflects off the grass-covered ground; its warmth can be felt even under the shade I am sitting in.

The smell of fresh grass mixed with the aroma of the tea, and the sight of beautiful, neatly tended beds of flowers do wonders for my senses, exhausted by the long hours spent dealing with unending torrent of papers and visitors.

But what truly allows me to appreciate such time is the person sitting opposite of me.

"It is so quiet, and peaceful. Would you not agree, Lord Wales?"

Wales: "It truly is. A big difference from the rowdiness in the military."

Because this person before me is here, sending me smiles that fill my heart with happiness, I could forget about the war, the duty, for a moment.

"Do you know, I have dreamt of this for countless nights: Lord Wales here, with me, in my home, without prying eyes."

Wales: "Because you sent them out." Lord Wales chuckles.

"I do not see why a light chat between cousins would need to be monitored."

Lord Wales laughs lightly at my feigned annoyance.

This warm feeling in my chest, I don't need anyone to tell me it is 'happiness'.

"That I am able to live my dream like this is thanks to Louise Françoise. I am very fotunate to have her as my best friend."

They say to think of your companions not just in trying times but also in times of happiness. I don't have many friends, but Louise is one person I absolutely will not forget.

Wales: "Lady La Vallière, a gentle and honest girl; she was like a splash of colour that suddenly appeared in the middle of the dark and dreary Newcastle. I thought I was going to go blind for a moment."

"I regret to inform you that I won't give Louise to anyone, even you, Lord Wales."

Wales: "Oh, I cannot believe my own cousin is trying to get in the way of my love. How regrettable."

"Though I might sound like I am joking, I am really worried; Louise Françoise is such a charming girl."

Wales: "I agree with that. Since the first time I met her, I could see the stubbornness shared with other Tristanian nobles; at the same time she was so sincere and honest I couldn't believe she belongs to the same social group as those two-faced nobles I had the displeasure of meeting."

That is thrice Lord Wales had praised Louise. I might start getting jealous soon.

Wales: "Well, for me, the woman before me is the only one in my eyes. Not only is her beauty comparable to that of the rumoured Spirit of Water, she also has charming qualities that I can't help falling for. The past three years have only reinforced that thought."

"Such bold words from someone who has never met Spirit of Water."

Having his hand placed on mine and being said a few flattering words, and my cheeks warm up already. Sometimes I can't help but worry how easily placated I am.

Wales: "Although, if you are going to talk about Lady La Vallière, I will have to talk about the man with her as well."

"You mean the familiar of Louise Françoise, do you not?" My brows raise. The person chosen for the topic is a bit curious.

Wales: "None other. Though he may look young, his wisdom and temperament belies his appearance. His courage and honesty are commendable as well, not different from Lady La Vallière."

"I do not know him well. If Lord Wales says so, it must be true. ...Though it is a bit unexpected. I had thought he was but an ordinary boy. The only aspects that stood out were his clothing and his manners which were quite good for a commoner. I do not know what Lord Wales is talking about."

Wales: "It probably has to do with how young he looks. His outside appearance likely fools others into overlooking him. I myself was also like that in the beginning. If you has the chance to fight side by side—Ah, but I guess women wouldn't normally understand fighting, or the use of combat as a mean to measure someone."

"Why men are so enthusiastic about brawling is something I do not wish to understand either."

Wales: "It's not brawling. But oh well, it is true that men tend to turn to conflicts and competitions more easily than women. Some of them promote violence excessively, which makes men seem like savage creatures that would fight anything that moves. In fact, amongst us men, fights are divided in to the ones that are 'worth fighting for' and the ones that are not."

"You are right, in that I do not understand."

To me, fighting and violence are foolish actions for people who cannot hold a civilised negotiation. The only necessary fights are ones meant to protect oneself when there are no other options. And even then, those could only limit the damage; no one gains anything from them, only loses. I really can't understand the thought of those who actively seek violence for sports.

"Returning to what Lord Wales said, the boy's outside appearance is truly young, but you speak as if that is not his true age?"

Lord Wales grins a bit excitedly.

Wales: "It is good that you ask. Luka, Lady La Vallière's familiar, though his appearance might say otherwise, claimed his real age to be nineteen."

"He is older than I am?! No matter how I look, I cannot put him as older than Louise at all... Human's body can be so peculiar sometimes."

Wales: "Not only that. From what he told me, he is married, and have led a happy life with his wife and children."

"Eh—Wife...Children!?"

I involuntarily widens my eyes and opens my mouth, very unbefitting of a lady.

Lord Wales chuckles...!

"Ah, Lord Wales, you were teasing me, weren't you! Geez!"

Wales: "My bad. It's just, you reacted exactly the way I expected you to. Oh, of course, I really heard from him what I told you. He didn't seem to be lying or exaggerating either."

"So it was most likely true..."

The boy, or rather the man, the familiar of Louise; one really can't decide someone else based on their appearance alone. To think a simple misjudge of someone's age could confuse the truth this much.

"Does Louise know about this?"

Wales: "Eh? ...Now that you say it...I am not sure either." Lord Wales tilts his head a bit.

Wales: "Since Luka didn't ask me to keep it a secret, even if she doesn't know yet, she should find out in the near future. It's not exactly something that needs to be hidden."

"You are right. It would not affect the relationship between a master and a familiar."

Lord Wales laughs, all of a sudden.

"Is there anything funny about what I said?"

Wales: "I mean, look at us, we have an alone time after so long but all we talked about is others. We really are blessed with wonderful friends."

"...Yes, we are. For someone of our position, they are more precious than any treasure can possibly be."

Lord Wales squeezes my hand tighter, my heart races...Then he let go. Quite suddenly too. Why...?

Ah, I see, someone is coming our way from behind me, isn't it.

Knight: "Your Majesty, my apologies for interrupting your rest, but Count of Aston has come seeking an audience."

The knight of manticore corps reported. He really interrupted my private time with Lord Wales. I want to sigh, but I have to keep it inside; I am a queen now.

"It is fine. Count Aston, you say?"

Knight: "He governs the lands in Tarbes."

"The Lord of Tarbes?"

The one leading a charge in an attempt to hold back Albion's force at the Battle of Tarbes, and was heavily injured as a result; I remember now. So he had recovered enough to travel all the way here.

"What does he wish to discuss?"

Knight: "He stated that it is about the giant avian."

The giant avian?

Could it be...

"I will meet him in a moment. Tell Count Aston as such and lead him to the audience chamber."

Knight: "Yes, Your Majesty."

The knight glances at Lord Wales, then walks off.

I can let out a sigh now.

"Haa..."

Wales: "It is quite demanding, isn't it: the queen's work."

"But I have to do them regardless..."

I am grateful for the chance to complain a little, but there is something else we must discuss now.

"Lord Wales, do you think Lord of Tarbes came here because of the announcement?"

Wales: "I am not intimate with Tristanian nobles. I should ask you the same question."

"...I am ashamed to say that I am not particularly familiar with the noble society of my own country either. It is expected of me to integrate myself into the nobility, and I am gradually increasing my interactions with them, with Mazarini's help. But it will be some time before I see any benefit of it."

Wales: "I don't blame you. I, myself, was only familiar with fellow officers in the military. Now, about this audience, I am concerned about this as much as you are."

"If only it would go as smoothly as we wished..."

Wales: "We knew the risk when we decided on the plan. We might have assumed correctly that most nobles would be wary of the risk rather than seeing it as an opportunity. Since I denied knowing anything about the avian in front of the council, it went from 'the great avian that had aided the country in its crisis' to 'a strange-looking beast of unknown origin and nature'. The fact that it does look quite similar to harpies, a race of demi-human, does nothing to alleviate their worry. But, as we had expected, there would be some who thinks differently."

"...To be honest, I myself am not fully free of similar worry as well. I believe the word of Lord Wales, that it bears no immediate danger to the people, but much of your assumption stemmed from you taking Louise's familiar at his word, did it not?"

Wales: "And I still stand by my belief. Anyway, this development is not beyond our expectation, so if the Lord of Tarbes did come here to propose himself as caretaker for the avian, we simply have to proceed with our contingency plan."

We do have at least one contingency plan for such scenario.

"You are right... Still, I am a bit jealous at how much effort you put in to help that boy—man." Oh...I can't help but be confused by his youthful look.

Wales: "I didn't want to bore you with the same story, so I refrained from repeating myself, but to emphasise the crucial points: Luka was one of the two main reasons I not only survived from Newcastle, but also with my sense of purpose intact, the other one being Parry, our chamberlain. The man himself is an admirable character as well: brave, honest, humble, and empathetic; with the sword arm to match his ideal. I would even go as far as to say he is the very picture of a hero."

Lord Wales laughs; his eyes brighten with the excitement one would expect of a young boy.

"I truly find it hard to picture him in that light."

...I think I am starting to feel that tinge of jealousy again; this time, by Louise's familiar rather than the person herself. I must have accumulated more stress than I realised if I am being jealous of another man.

Wales: "At least we can be sure of his affection for the avian. He would be immensely sad if it is given to a noble who would not treat it well."

"It is in my authority to strongly suggest that specific person or organisation be responsible for it, but Mazarini said it would be better if we at least make a show that we would listen to the council's opinion first, and I agree."

Wales: "As do I. Most of, or rather all of the council were reluctant to take the responsibility, as we had correctly assumed. The time limit you gave for someone to apply would be reached in two more days. If this audience turns out to not be what we expect, you would be mostly free to decide who to assign for the avian's care. And even if Lord of Tarbes indeed came to apply for the role, we can still bring this to Luka and Lady La Vallière. After all, I made sure to be especially clear on Luka's relation to the avian."

"Indeed we can. Louise has a trusting relationship with her familiar, so I'm sure she would listen to his request. Combined with my own suggestion, we can arrange for House of La Vallière to take care of the avian."

That is the essence of this plan; to have the avian be under Mister Luka's care by borrowing Louise's standing.

"Even if we disregard the relation between Mister Luka and the avian, House of La Vallière do hold pieces of land large enough to easily accommodate it, not to mention the necessary manpower and facility. If the Royal Family promise to lend support to its care from our treasury as well, there should be no complaints."

Or else Mazarini wouldn't have agreed to the plan.

Lord Wales nods, looking determined.

Wales: "Let's proceed as planned. ...Though I said that, most of the work would still fall on you."

Lord Wales rubs the back of his head, a bit embarrassed. I like when he does that, a little, especially if he is relying on me.

"Would Lord Wales like to come to the audience chamber too? You are not entirely unrelated to the matter after all."

Wales: "It's better I don't. My current position is complicated and still vey much sensitive. Having someone like me accompany you in a private audience would only cause unwanted rumours."

"That is true...This could take a while; what would you do in the mean time?"

Wales: "During this time of the day...I guess I will pay my friends a visit."

"Friends? In the palace?" Since Lord Wales is forbid from going outside without permission.

Wales: "Well, not exactly friends yet. We are...in the middle of getting used to each other."

I can't help but look at Lord Wales in surprise, and admiration.

In just a week, Lord Wales has found someone he could talk to, while I, who have lived here all my life, still feel trapped in my own house from time to time.

Wales: "I know what you're thinking. I can do this because I barely have anything left to worry about as far as my standing goes, unlike you, who have a lot to protect."

"Is that so..."

Wales: "Besides...there are matters fellow men find it easy to bond over."

"This again." My disbelief must be showing through my voice.

Wales: "Haha, I'm a man after all. Don't worry about me. Do what you need to do."

"Then, I will be going now."

Wales: "All right."

We part ways. But I stop after just two steps, and turn back to look at Lord Wales. He is also looking back at me. We communicate with our eyes, without the need for words.

Not now, but someday.

{...}

...

It's an unfamiliar ceiling I'm seeing; not the one in my room at the academy, or even the one at my house.

My body won't move. I can't get up to check surrounding like this.

There was something like this once: that dream, looking through someone else's eyes. I guess it's the same this time as well.

This body feels a bit hard to breathe, as if being constricted by something. The owner gazes down. They aren't surprised, but I mentally flinches.

Giant snake tail coils around this body. These crimson scales and pinkish belly are the causes of the tightness.

Still, this snake tail, it looks familiar.

This head turns to the side...I have my answer.

The same devil from the previous dream: that light blue skin, silver hair, pointy ears, inhumanly alluring face; it can't be anything else.

Its eyes are closed, so the snake-like eyes can't be seen. Its sleeping face looks peaceful and content, not intimidating like last time. Like this, it almost looks human.

But however close to one it might be, however beautiful it is, now that it opened its eyes, those slightly glowing golden irises staring in this direction prove beyond doubt that it is something different from us; the eyes that no human can read.

The mouth of this body curls up in a smile.

?: "_ _, A_."

Devil: "Aa, _ _."

...The ceiling of my room.

I can blink...and breathe...

The dream...

Lying on the bed with the devil, speaking in an almost unintelligible language. The tone of the devil was as cool as its expression, but the tone of the owner of the body wasn't of someone in captivity. There was no hostility whatsoever, unlike the last time.

What strikes me the most was the owner's voice. It sounded familiar. I knew it sounded familiar, but once woken up I can't remember how it sounded like.

Enough about that for now. Sunlight is glaring at my eyes through the window. I'll just turn away...

...I can't move. Something is constricting me. But it's a blanket, not snake tail like in the dream. Actually, thinking in reverse, this is probably the reason for that weird dream.

What the heck happened that put me in this state?

...

...

...!

!

!?

!?

~~~~!?

"KYAAAAAA!"

Luka: "Wha—! Louise!? What's wrong?!"

"AAAAAAAAA!"

Luka: "I'll unwrap you now! Don't thrash around!"

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Luka: "Ah! Why did you pull it back?!"

No. It's not true. It's not real. It can't be real.

It had to be a dream. A dream right after a dream. Two dreams in a row. Otherwise I'd never have said something like that, done something like that. I'd die before even thinking about it!

Impossible. Unbelievable! Preposterous!

"Uuuuuuhhh!~~"

I'll die. I'll die of embarrassment right this moment. My lungs are gonna collapse in on themselves and I'll be free of this suffering.

...Something pokes at me through the blanket.

Luka: "Louise. Louise. Hey. Can you hear me?"

The voice...of the person I don't want to face the most.

Aah~! My heart is beating so fast it feels like it would pop out of my chest at any moment. I want to seep into the bed and not come out ever again!

I don't want to ask. I don't want to know the answer. But...I can't avoid it. What happened and what didn't. Maybe...Though I remember so clearly, but maybe! Maybe!

Maybe!

It'll be just my mind playing tricks on me! A hallucination!

Pulling down the blanket a little, I see the worried face of the cause of the problem.

"Y—Y—You...! Y—Yesterday...!"

Luka: "Ah, um...What can you remember?"

"W—W—What can I remember!?" You're telling me to say IT out loud!?

Luka: "Uh, what happened two nights ago, until last night when you drank the cure...?"

...God save me.

"...T—T—Then it was...t—true...?!"

Luka: "Eh? U—Uh..."

A nod.

...

Luka: "...Why are you covering yourself again? You can't breathe like that."

...

Luka: "Louise, get out. You're going to be late."

"No."

Luka: "Eh?"

"I'm not going out. I'm not going anywhere for the rest of my life."

Luka: "Ha? You don't need to worry about that; no one knows except us. Guiche and Montmorency probably won't tell anyone else."

But I know. I know what happened; what I did, what I said. That's more than enough.

That's already more than enough, yet there's still more than that.

"...The school bath..."

I can't ever look anyone in the eyes anymore...

Luka: "The school bath? You mean, when you went to take a bath the other night? What happened?"

I don't want to remember it.

Luka: "...I don't know what it was about, but you can't stay like this forever. Get up and get dressed. If there's a problem, you can fix it. I'll help you."

"Help. Help, you say? When you're the cause of all this...!" My teeth clench as I speak.

Luka: "Me...? ...What do you mean?"

"Because you...went and committed atrocity with that damned bird! That's why I...!"

Why do I have to go through all this...!

Whose fault is this. Who do I have to blame. A trial from the God. A curse from a devil. Fate's cruelty. Or is there some other reason?

Why? And what am I supposed to do? This...mess is...just too much. Someone, just...tell me, what should I do...

Luka: "...Ah. So you saw that."

Luka sounds guilty; apologetic.

What meaning is there?

"Why...Why did you have to do something like that? Don't you know restraint? Or was your l—lust so strong you couldn't control yourself?"

Now that I've started, I can't stop any more. The more I say, the more I forget myself. My face feels numb.

"If you wanted to do it so much why didn't you go to...that maid? Or even...even that Zerbst would still have been better than...that thing...!"

Luka answers, sounding troubled.

Luka: "When I heard you saw me, I thought it might turn out like this, since the people here don't know about monsters..."

"What does that even mean?!"

Luka: "First, if you were watching the whole time, you would know I wasn't the one to started it; I was sleeping."

"How the heck could anyone sleep through that!? That bird obeys you! If you didn't order it then why would that bird do something like that!?"

Luka: "To eat."

...

...It took a while to understand the meaning of that phrase. Even then, the answer is so absurd I'm not sure I'm hearing it right.

"Ha? What nonsense is that?"

Luka: "Semen is an important food for monsters."

"Buh—!?"

He—He said that word so easily, so smoothly like it's for everyday use...

And what...? H...How could he claim THAT with a straight face. I can't see it, but he sounds like he's making that kind of face, at least. Isn't he embarrassed at all...!

"F—F—Food...you say!? I—If you're going to give an excuse, at least give one that's believable!"

Luka: "I am serious. Men's semen is irreplaceable food for monsters. They can eat other things too, depending on their species, but they still have to consume semen from time to time, or they will get sick or become weaker."

This guy...says something so outrageous with a serious tone. It sounds so ridiculous...so ridiculous it's hard to imagine someone would actually use it as an excuse.

...

...I want to believe. I want it to be the truth; everything he said. He hadn't intended for it to happen. My familiar didn't intentionally cause me shame, didn't betray me. I want to believe. I want to know I can believe him.

"...Really?"

Luka: "I swear."

...His expression is as serious as his voice. I can at least bring myself to look at him now, but I don't dare let go of the blanket.

"You seem to know about it quite well. T—That means you have f—fed them before, haven't you?"

Luka: "Eh? Uh...N—Never when it's not necessary, really!"

"W—When would 'that' ever be necessary?!"

Luka: "Uh...When they're weak and need energy right then and there, yeah."

S—So, he did it like a...a charity, like first aid, or something? His reactions are kind of suspicious... But I will believe...I will...try to believe him.

"...I'll get change."

Luka: "...Then I'll go get water."

Luka puts out a new uniform for me on the bed, grabs the wooden basin, and hurries out of the room.

Now, I'm alone, sitting on my bed.

...

The sun shines in through the window, bringing with it light and heat of morning. My room is as I remember; everything is in its place, looking no different from how I left it, unaffected by the couple days I was not myself. Now that I'm back, everything can resume as normal.

But it doesn't feel the same, somehow.

Though I start the usual morning routine, it doesn't feel the same at all. My body goes through the motions, according to my will, and that will is as clear as ever; definitely clearer than yesterday. Yet it feels as if I am somewhere else, looking through someone else's eyes, just like in that dream.

What is this restless feeling inside me? I feel like I should know what's causing it, yet I don't.

But there's no time to dwell on it. I was absent for a whole day. I need to catch up to the lessons. Everything else comes second.

[...]

The Alviss Dining Hall: it has only been a day and a half, but it feels like I haven't been here for a very long time.

Students pour into the hall, greeting and talking to each other. They smile, laugh, glare, cause ruckus, get scolded by teachers, same old; everything is as it always has been.

But it feels so faraway, like a different world; the world I once was part of. I might not have had a friend I could talk to intimately like that, but I was there amongst them.

Now, it feels like there's a thin mirror separating me from the world, as if I'm in my own isolated space, even as I sit on the same chair I used to.

Malicorne: "Hey, Louise, you're okay now? I heard you're sick or something?"

But of course everyone else doesn't feel any differently; they still see me sitting here, like Malicorne beside me.

"Hm."

Malicorne: "Really, a one-word reply? Geez, I shouldn't have bothered."

Malicorne treats me better than usual today, I can see that, but I can't bring myself to care enough to extend the same courtesy to him. That's bad of me.

Luka is eating beside me, glancing at me in worry.

Luka: "Are you still feeling unwell? Do you want to take another day off?"

"...I'm okay." I put some food nearby in my mouth, so he would stop asking me.

The food seems bland, somehow, even though I can taste it just fine.

What is...Why is this happening to me?

[...]

? All the female students in the classroom look at me the instant I come in, for some reason.

...Ah!

"I—I—I was sick at the time! I was sick you hear me?!"

I know what those eyes are thinking...! There's no way I will just let them talk about it in front of me...!

Luka: "What are you talking about?"

"I—It doesn't have anything to do with you! In the first place, you're the one at fault!"

Luka: "Eh!? Wait, is it related to me or not?"

Students (F) A: "You heard that? It really was related to the familiar."

Students (F) B: "That means it's true that those two..."

Arrrgh~!

I'm not like that...! It was because of that potion, it's that potion's fault...!

Montmorency! It's your fault! Don't you dare look away!

Montmorency: "H—Hey, Louise. Good morning. You seem to be doing well. That's great..."

If I didn't come this close, she would have continued to pretend to not see me, I'm sure.

Someday I will pour that potion down her throat and lock her in a room with Guiche.

"...'morning." Of course I can't say that out loud, not even as an empty threat.

Montmorency doesn't say anything, only fidgets awkwardly. I have no real business with her anyway, so I'll just take my usual seat. Luka says a few word to Montmorency before following after me.

Mr. Giteau comes in. Then the class begins.

Everything quieted down, Mr. Giteau focuses on teaching and catching distracted students, while the students focuses on the lessons, or on not getting caught they're distracted.

The feeling of separation comes back.

Mr. Giteau's class had always been a stressful time for me, but I don't feel that at all today. I look outside the window at nothing in particular, even though I know what I will get myself into for that.

...Someone pokes me. Probably Luka.

Giteau: "Ms. Vallière, I see that my lesson must be very boring for you."

So that's why he poked me.

"Ah, no, sir..."

Now, that's the sense of panic associating with being in Mr. Giteau's presence. It feels like being forcefully pulled back into the world; I can't believe I'm thanking him of all people.

Giteau: "Then can you explain why you were more interested in whatever it was outside of the window than what I am teaching you?"

"...I am sorry, sir." I don't have any excuse, and can only look down and apologise.

Giteau: "I heard you were absent yesterday as well. If you don't wish to learn, there is no need for you to come to the class. This academy still has many more students who are ready to better themselves. It would not be a terrible loss even if you are not here."

...I take that back. He's the worst.

Mr. Giteau turns back to his lessons. Being insulted that much make me depressed, but...only half as much as I should be.

Luka: "Did he have to say all that? Just a simple warning would've been enough..." Luka says with a scowl.

I'm happy, that Luka got mad for me, but only half as much as I should be.

I feel everything only half the usual I do, like half of me is just hollow.

How long is this going to continue...

[...]

I knew it. They still remember the other night; they avoided me during the bath. Of course, they would...

I'm back in my room, anyhow. Luka, already sitting on the straw, turns around to give me the time to change.

...What would happen if I strip naked and tell him to look? I don't know, really. He was flustered the very first time when he only just got summoned. But, considering what he was doing with that bird, he'd probably be a lot calmer now that he's used to it.

What a thought for a noble girl to have. I'd never even imagine doing that a week ago. Now, a part of me feels like going for it just to see how it ends. Is it the lingering effect from the potion? A lot of things just don't seem to matter as much anymore.

Of course, I won't actually do it. That's a disgrace to House of La Vallière.

"I'm done."

Luka turns around and looks satisfied to see me properly clothed.

In my nightgown, I sit on the edge of the bed.

I don't know what to do.

Usually I would use this time to review lessons, but my notes are not even half-finished, and I don't remember a word of what the teachers said today.

"...I'm gonna turn off the light."

Luka: "Okay. You're going to bed pretty early today."

"...Hm."

We don't talk like usual. How did I use to talk to Luka; I don't remember at all.

A snap of fingers turns off the lamp. We both get into our respective bed.

A day has passed. I don't feel that at all. It's like a literal day of void.

In darkness and silence, the restlessness is more pronounced.

I still don't know why I am like this.

I'm still feeling the shame from the incident with the Love Potion, but this feels like something else entirely. I'm still disgusted by what I saw between Luka and the bird, but this is more than that.

All day today, I thought about Luka and that bird, but not really 'thinking' anything, only flipping it around in my head. There's not really anything I want to do to either of them.

I...don't really want to do anything at all, actually.

...I hate this. I hate having these half-baked feelings.

What I talked with Guiche and Montmorency that day...Maybe I should talk with them again. I used to have strong feeling about that bird. Maybe doing something about it will...remind me of how I used to feel again.

[...]

[...][...]

It's the same today. Everything seems so bland.

I can't even tell today from yesterday; when did Malicorne talk to me again? Was it yesterday or this morning? I felt like I should feel guilty about ignoring him, but did I really ignore him first, or was it the other way around? Not like it's a big deal. That just happens to be the only thing that could stay in my mind long enough to give it any thought.

The classes are over for today, and Luka has gone out to do whatever he does alone.

Montmorency is sipping tea at her usual place at the terrace. Guiche is still bothering her.

Usually I would properly ask if I can sit with them, but today I don't feel like doing a lot of things, and Montmorency as she is now probably can't refuse me.

See, she flinches just by seeing me.

"Not about the potion."

Montmorency tries to hide the fact that she is relieved, unsuccessfully.

Montmorency: "What is it about then?" She asks while sipping her tea. Her throat probably feels dry from anxiety.

"What we talked about that day."

Guiche and Montmorency look at each other, then nod, indicating they remember.

Guiche: "I see. That's why you come to talk with us when the familiar isn't here. Okay, so, what about it?"

"..."

Guiche: "Well?"

"...Are we going to do it. That?"

Guiche: "That? You mean sending it to the research institute?"

I nod...but I'm actually not too sure of it. However, everything started going wrong after the bird—the devil showed up. So, if it's gone, things might go back to how it was.

If I manage to put away a devil, my most hated enemy, that might give me the satisfaction I need to drive away this...hollowness that keeps bothering me. I'll be able to focus on lessons, eat well, sleep soundly again.

It wouldn't hurt to try. Even if it doesn't work, it would be no loss. What happens to that bird doesn't concern me, and the society would benefit from having one less abomination tainting it.

Montmorency: "Louise...Are you sure? That guy, your familiar; hasn't he taken a liking to that bird?"

That's...the only thing that's still keeping me from making the final decision. Even though it's also the main reason I'm in this torture to begin with; how ironic.

Guiche: "But that is exactly the problem, Montmorency, as we have already established: that the familiar got too attached to the beast and ended up making its master sad. But you do have a point. We can't let the familiar know it is our idea, or he will come and harass us about it later."

Montmorency: "I guess...Just, this needs careful consideration before any action is decided on. But in the end it's up to you, Louise. He's your familiar after all."

Luka and the devil...I thought about that too, but it hasn't progressed anywhere.

I really can't understand how his head works when it comes to devils.

...Or, maybe, I just don't really know anything about him after all.

Student (F) A: "...ver there..."

Student (F) B: "Isn't that...that time..."

Student (F) C: "...are they doin...?"

? People at the adjacent table seem to be surprised about something.

Guiche: "Louise, Montmorency, look!"

In the direction Guiche points to, at the academy's gate, three large, winged creatures land on the courtyard.

That's...

{...}{...}

{...}

The lessons ended for today. Good thing Louise let me come out here without questions, since she probably wasn't going to be happy if I had to say it was to check up on Nerian.

Taking Nerian out on a flight yesterday made me notice that her wound had mostly healed. She was still a bit awkward moving her legs, but she didn't look to be in pain or uncomfortable carrying three people.

If the recovery goes smoothly, she should be back to full strength within a week.

Then we'll be able to fly east and look for clues on how to return home. There's no guarantee we'll find just the way, but at least I'll be able to talk to the elves there.

From what was said about them, the elves here seem to be as intelligent as humans are. They would be the first monsters here I can really talk too; they must know something humans don't. I'll finally have some idea on what to do.

I have to believe.

Siesta: "Oh, Luka-san, good afternoon."

"Siesta. Good afternoon."

We didn't see each other in the morning; not that there's anything to talk about especially, but there's nothing bad about a small talk with an acquaintance.

Thinking about it again, it was pretty dangerous yesterday; had Siesta looked into the room and saw Louise being tied up on the bed, we probably wouldn't be trading casual greetings like this.

Siesta: "Are you going outside?"

"Yeah. To see how Nerian's doing. I think she's close to full recovery already."

Siesta: "Oh, that's great to hear."

"Yeah, it's a relief. By the way, you're usually in the kitchen during this time of the day, aren't you? Did something come up?"

I passed by the front gate of the central tower at this time pretty often, and I rarely ever saw her here.

Siesta: "I am called to the principal's office; someone came to see me. If it doesn't take too long I might be able to go back in time to help prepare dinner."

"A visitor? Someone you know?"

Siesta: "Well, you could say that...It is the Lord of Tarbes, the lord of my hometown. I don't know what he came to see me about though..."

Siesta looks anxious. It's no wonder, considering how she views nobles.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

Siesta: "Oh, there's no need to! It's probably nothing big!"

She's trying to convince herself more than me. It's still true there's probably no real need for worry; at least, not immediately. The principal is a reasonable person.

"Well, if there's something you want my help with, you can ask anytime. I have time to spare on most days anyway."

At least, until I'm ready to set out with Nerian. If things go smoothly I might not come back again for at least some time.

Siesta: "You are too kind. It's time I go; I shouldn't keep the principal or my lord waiting."

"Okay. See you later."

There she goes. Hm, I'm a bit curious, but it's not really my business; not unless something happens that I need to intervene.

I should take care of my own business first, before Louise complain.

{...}

Mr. Luka is such a kind soul, always looking out for us commoners, even though he must already have his hands full being dragged along by Ms. Vallière's whims.

If only Ms. Vallière didn't summon him as her familiar, he will probably be doing something important, maybe saving innocents from danger like he did my family that day.

But then we probably wouldn't have met; his home isn't in Tristain, after all.

"Haa~ He was so amazing." Swooping in and save me and Dad from enemy soldiers.

How can someone who looks even younger than I am be so cool, and so mature. He was so brave when he defended me from Mr. Gramont, and seems so patient with Ms. Vallière's selfishness. Oh, he is nineteen, he said. But I'm seventeen, and I don't feel like I can be anywhere close to him in five years at all, let alone two.

If I'm ten years older, maybe I would be a mature lady more suitable for him...Ah, but then Mr. Luka would be a lot younger than I am.

...That...might be kind of...exciting...actually.

...Oh no...! What am I imagining...!

Stop! Stop it Siesta! Mr. Luka only looks young! He's not actually...!

Deep breath!

"Haa...Haa..."

Sally: "Uh, Siesta?"

"Hngh! O—Oh, Sally! What is it?!"

Sally: "That should be my line. You're breathing hard. Are you that anxious to be called to the principal's office?"

"Eh? O—Oh! I—I guess I'm a bit anxious..." I completely forgot about that...

Sally: "Well, you'd better calm down fast, because we've arrived."

"Ha...!?"

The top most floor of the tallest tower in the school, and I reached it without realising. ...That's embarrassing.

Two men dressed like magic knights are guarding the door. We don't have those at school.

Right; I saw a carriage came into the school just after noon. I thought it was just another guest, but this kind of security is only affordable by someone very important from the capital.

But if the guest is still here, why call me? This is starting to get really scary...

Ms. Longueville, the principal's secretary, sitting at the table in front of the principal's office, adjusts her glasses as she looks at us.

Longueville: "One of you is Siesta, I presume."

"I—It's me. I am Siesta!"

Longueville: "And you?"

"I'm Sally. I came with Siesta because...she doesn't seem well."

Longueville: "Hm..."

Ms. Longueville stares at me, and my body tenses up. I'm dressing correctly, aren't I?

Longueville: "...I see. Your face does look a bit red. It could be a fever."

"Y—Yes, miss!" Actually, I just got excited at my own thoughts. There's no way I can let anyone know that.

Longueville: "Make sure to take care of your own health, all right? If you fall ill, you can't expect nobles to take it easy on you. Us commoners need to take care of each other." Ms. Longuevill smiles at me.

"Y—Yes. Thank you, Ms..."

She's kinder than I thought... Looking from afar she seems like a scary person. I've always known she's a special case: a commoner, yet a mage. I don't know how I should approach her, but maybe I don't have to worry about it too much after all.

Longueville: "As for the matter you were called for, the principal did not forbid others from going in with you; but there are guests, so it would be better if your friend waits outside."

Sally: "Understood. I'll wait here, okay, Siesta?"

"O—Okay. Thanks, Sally. ...If it takes long you can go back. No need to wait for me."

Sally: "Well, I can't stay here forever, but I'll wait as long as I can."

"Thanks. I really appreciate that..."

Placing my hand on my chest, I can feel my heart beating fast; faster as I avoid looking at the guard and put my hand on the door handle.

I'm not ready yet, but I don't dare letting them wait any longer.

...I'm going in.

...So this is the principal's office. The room isn't as bright as I imagined; I thought being so high up would mean getting better sunlight.

The principal is sitting at a tea table with two guests. He sees me, and gestures at me.

Osman: "The staff you asked for has arrived."

One of the guests turns to me and stands up...That face...!

"L—Lord Aston..." So it really is him...

Count of Aston: the lord of Aston and surrounding areas, including Tarbes, the land where my village is built upon. He's the noble that gets to decide the law for us, the commoners living on his lands. Such person is walking toward me. What could he want with me?

Count Aston: "So you are Siesta. I heard about you from your parents."

"I—I—It is an honor, my lord!"

Eh...? My parents? Why would he...Why would they...What's happening...?

Count Aston: "You don't need to be so tense. You are not accused of anything; don't worry."

"Y—Yes, my lord..."

My heart is going out of control...! I need to calm down. Deep breathes. Don't panic.

Count Aston: "I simply need you to answer a few questions of mine. Can you do it?"

"Q—Questions, My Lord...?"

Count Aston nods. That thin smile is probably to placate me, but it just makes me more nervous.

Count Aston: "A few simple ones. I heard from your parents that you were also at the scene of battle with Albion two weeks ago."

"Y—Yes...I happened to be there for a visit..."

Count Aston: "Then you will have seen the giant avian that appeared, have you not?"

"I have..."

Count Aston: "You might be wondering why I asked you those questions..."

Count Aston clasps his hands behind his back, square his shoulders, and turns away a bit: the pose people in high places like to do when they have something serious to say; I read about it in the novels. I'm not going to like where this is going, am I?

Count Aston: "Those two questions were simply to guarantee the credibility of your words in advance, since you had not known I would be here nor the reason for the visit, am I correct?"

"Yes, I had not..."

Count Aston: "Now that we have got our confirmations, I shall start with the real questions. I have heard from the locals that you had had some kind of contact with the giant avian, at least, more so than others in your village."

Oh no...! Is this about Mister Luka?! Who told him that?!

It couldn't have been Dad or Mom; they wouldn't do that! But then it could've been anyone in the village; they all saw me when I helped carry Mister Luka, and the giant bird was following Mister Luka back then.

Count Aston: "Well?"

I...I can't lie here. He already knows. But...what is he going to do to Mister Luka...?

"I, er, it was nothing, sir. I just happened to be...nearby when it appeared."

There. I'm not lying, am I? That really is all. When I went out to help Mister Luka, it was to help Mister Luka. That had nothing to do with the bird, did it?

Count Aston: "Is that so? The way I heard it, you went out to meet it right after the Albion's fleet was annihilated?"

"That...must be a misunderstanding. I had only gone to help my acquaintance; the bird just happened to land there. In the same place it appeared at the beginning."

That...didn't sound too unnatural, did it?

Count Aston: "Hm, I see... That is a bit different from the story I have heard, but oh well. Can you at least attest to the fact that the giant avian did, indeed, 'sprung up out of nowhere', as per the words of other villagers? You were the closest to it when it appeared, were you not?"

"Y—Yes. I and..." No...I shouldn't talk about Dad. "I was still outside the woods, so I was closer than others. It was still too far away to see properly..."

Count Aston: "I see. Thank you for your honesty. That will be all"

Count Aston shrugs. Did I...do it? I didn't talk about Mister Luka at all. He's safe from...whatever it is, isn't he?

Count Aston grins widely, like he's very satisfied. ...That expression gives me a bad feeling.

He turns around swiftly; eagerly, and...bows.

Count Aston: "It is as you heard, Your Majesty."

"...Eh?"

'Your Majesty'?

The other guest stands up, and face this way...

T...That's...Her Majesty...the Queen? The real one?! Before me!? J—Just a few steps away!? I—I was talking in the presence of the Queen!?

S—She's looking at Count Aston, thank goodness! If she looks at me after I knew she was listening to me, I'd faint...!

Count Aston: "As you have learnt, I was injured in the previous battle, and had only regained consciousness not long ago. There had not been letters or messages sent to this girl. There are no clues pointing to there being preparations made beforehand. That means answers given by this girl are unadultered, would you not agree, Your Majesty?"

Henrietta: "That I would. However, I fail to grasp the point of the questions."

Count Aston stands up straight and says in a delighted tone.

Count Aston: "My apologies. It seems that, in my hurry, I have neglected to make it clear. The girl's answers have revealed that the giant avian did indeed emerge from the piece of land I govern. And while that would hardly be decisive in deciding a matter as important as the avian that saved the kingdom, I believe it should be taken into consideration as to whom should be responsible for it."

Henrietta: "Your words do hold some truth."

What is happening? What are they talking about?

Why does Count Aston look so happy? Why does the Queen look so stern? Why is the principal frowning?

Did I do something wrong without realising?

{...}

"...What do you want?"

These two dragon knights suddenly landed in front of us and act all high and mighty. The right one looks at Nerian and raises his brows.

Dragon Knight B: "What is that. Is that freakish thing really the rumored legendary bird? ...Anyway, that creature is to be brought to the Tristain Magic School, as per the order of the Queen. You heard that, so scram, little kid."

"The Queen?" I guess he means the princess, not her mother. "Is she here?" Have they decided what to do with Nerian?

Dragon Knight A: "It has nothing to do with you, kid. Do as you're told and stay away."

"...No. I'll go with Nerian."

The knight on the left raises his brows.

Dragon Knight B: "Nerian...? Tch, naming it on your own... Listen, kid, I will say it only once. That giant avian is under an investigation of ownership. Until the investigation is over, it will be in the royal court's custodian. We are going to bring it to the courtyard of Tristain Magic School. This is an order by Her Majesty the Queen."

The princess doesn't seem like someone who would give out unreasonable order.

...The opponents are two mages, with dragon mounts. I have no weapon, only Nerian. If it becomes a fight, even if we win, we wouldn't be able to remain in this country.

"...Nerian doesn't listen to anyone but me. If you want to take Nerian somewhere you will have to take me along too."

The knight clicks his tongue and looks at the other one. The other knight nods.

Dragon Knight A: "Come if you want to, but don't do anything stupid. We won't show any mercy."

Nerian: "*kwe*..." Nerian looks anxious.

"Don't worry. I'm here. It's going to be fine."

The only thing I can do now is to stroke her head to soothe her, as we all take off. I need to know what's going on first.

The knights land on the school's front yard, and we do the same. The students vacate the yard. They all watch us from the edge of the yard, under the tree, on the terrace of the central tower. We're the center of attention of the entire school.

The eyes are looking at us in the same way they always did, as if looking at a rare beast: interest, curious, though caution is absent this time, probably because they trust the two dragon knights here as an insurance, so Nerian is now more like an animal in a cage.

This feels like a horrible spectacle waiting to happen.

The knights turn in the direction of the central tower, and just stare at the entrance as if waiting for something.

A group walks out, led by the princess—the Queen. The students begin to stir, clearly surprised by the appearance of the Queen. Two men in royal guard's attire flank her. Two more men tail after them: one is the principal, another is a tall male noble with slight moustache wearing a red-purple robe. He's walking a little weird, like he's injured. They're all coming toward us, as expected.

The male noble follows the Queen confidently. About halfway he looks at Nerian, and flinches, eyes and mouth wide opened.

He mumbles something, then hurries after the Queen, but the confidence seems to be gone.

Is that guy the cause of all this?

The dragon knights kneel to the Queen. I have to do the same.

Henrietta: "You may stand."

The Queen sends a brief apologetic glance my way, then turns to speak with the noble.

Henrietta: "Lord of Tarbes, is this the giant avian you spoke about?"

Lord of Tarbes? So he's the visitor Siesta mentioned.

Count Aston: "U—Uhh...It is embarrassing to admit, but as I was unconscious during the end of the battle, I only know of what happened through reports. ...Is this the right one?"

The noble asks the knights.

Dragon Knight A: "Without a doubt. I had also taken part in the battle at Tarbes. I saw it with my own eyes."

Count Aston: "I see. Your Majesty, this is the one I was referring to: the giant avian that appeared in the sky of Tarbes and was the centerpiece of the miraculous victory over Albion's army, the one I referred to. Although..."

The noble scrutinizes Nerian, focusing especially on the human part, then frowns.

Count Aston: "...its form does seem to be different from what I had expected."

That expression, I know what he's thinking.

Count Aston: "Its appearance is of no relevance, however! It does not change the fact that it is a mystical beast that, entrusted in the right hand, will most certainly benefit the Kingdom of Tristain."

It seems like this guy really is reason for all this. I shouldn't be too quick to judge...but this doesn't look like it's going the way I like at all.

Count Aston: "And I, Alain de Aston, would be glad to take the burden upon these shoulders; at Your Majesty's discretion, of course."

! What did he just say...?

I told Prince and the Queen about what I want for Nerian right after the battle. The Queen doesn't seem like she's forgotten about it, or ignoring it either. ...I'm worried, but I'll just wait and see for now.

Henrietta: "I see. Indeed I have said that anyone can apply for the duty, for which they will be judged whether they are suitable or not. However, as I have also said at the Royal Palace, I have brought you here not only to see the giant avian in question, but also to seek an important opinion."

The noble looks taken aback.

Count Aston: "Indeed. But, had the principal not given his consent earlier?"

Osman: "Ah, pardon me, but it seems a misunderstanding has been made. I had but stated that I intend to fully comply by Her Majesty's wishes."

Count Aston: "...Uh...?"

He looks like he wants to ask 'is that not the same thing?'. I'm not sure about that either.

Henrietta: "Anyhow, that does not matter, as Principal Osman is not the person I spoke of, valuable though his wisdom may be."

Osman: "Such words of recognition are wasted on this senile mind."

The principal bows...He's acting kinda different from how I remember. It's like he's acting out a play or something.

Count Aston: "Uh, forgive my presumptuousness, but then, who...?"

Henrietta: "He is standing in front of you at the moment, Count."

The noble finally sees me, and his eyes grow wide, obviously in confusion.

Count Aston: "Uh, forgive my impertinence, but, who...?"

He seems reluctant to call me a commoner.

Henrietta: "It is only natural that you would have no knowledge of him, as you were not at the council at the time we brought up the matter. To keep it concise, the man you see was the person who found the avian, and, owing to the avian imprinting him as its guardian, has its complete obedience since."

Not 'complete' actually, considering the awkwardness between me and Louise at the moment.

Nerian: "*kweh*"

Nerian nuzzles me, probably picking up on the tense atmosphere, and feels unsafe.

Now the noble looks at me like he's not sure how to treat me.

Count Aston: "So, uh, do you mean to say that I have to ask for this...boy's approval?"

Henrietta: "Not quite. I retain the sole authority to make the final decision. Also, it is I who will be asking for his opinion regarding this matter."

So, if I get this right, this is the Queen's way to legitimately give me a say in what to do with Nerian. If so then I'm very thankful.

The Queen faces me, her expression unreadable.

Henrietta: "Luka-san, as I have explained to you last time we met, the royal council expect the great avian that had saved our country to be given the care it deserves. I understand your affection for the avian, but as a commoner, it is highly unlikely you would be able to perform the task to the council's satisfaction."

Yeah, we did talk about that briefly right after the battle.

Henrietta: "At the time, I gave you a week to find sufficient sources of support to help you care for the avian. If you are able to do so, it would not be impossible to entrust the avian to you."

That, we didn't talk about. In other words, that's the story we're going with.

Ah, I see. I can guess the Queen's intention now. I can kind of see what her plan is. It's actually pretty clever.

Henrietta: "Today is the day. If you already have an answer prepared, I will hear it."

If I can give her a name of a noble capable of helping me take care of Nerian, the Queen will allow me to be her guardian.

It's obvious whose name she expects me to say. Louise's house is supposedly influential in nobles' society. If I can just say her name, and have Louise confirm it, everything will be resolved.

...But Louise won't accept this. Because she hates Nerian, or rather monsters.

Henrietta: "...?"

Ever since the first day they met, every time I brought up Nerian, Louise showed the expression and look that I've seen too many times to count.

The expression of someone who hate monsters for being monsters.

I tried to be optimistic, thought that Louise was just surprised seeing something she had never seen before. She would mellow out once she get used to Nerian. But no matter how many days had passed, Louise still showed the same reaction to Nerian; hatred much deeper than when Kirche greets her.

Even so, that doesn't mean it's impossible to change Louise's mind. That's why I've been trying to get Louise to get used to Nerian little by little; though the little incident three days ago probably set us back a lot.

Actually, I don't know if my attempts had any effect in the first place. Maybe it will never succeed; some people hold onto their hate until the day they die, though I don't like to admit it.

Knowing how Louise feels, there's no way I can say her name now. Getting Louise, getting her family I have never even met involved in something she doesn't want; I can't do that. Not to mention that would drive her to hate Nerian even more.

The Queen looks worried now. She probably surmised something's wrong since I'm not saying Louise's name.

"...What would happen if I can't find someone?"

...I really, really hope she has another plan.

Henrietta: "...Then the royal council will investigate Count Aston's claim, and, depending on the council's decision, the giant avian might be put in his custody. If there is no passing candidates, the Royal Family will take it in our care, but only as the last resort."

...Looks like I hope for too much.

So, at best, Nerian will be in the Queen's, no, her servant's care. At worst, this guy who clearly doesn't see Nerian as anything more than a beast gets to do whatever he wants with her. Since the Queen said 'the council', I probably can't relay on her personal authority for this.

...Is the risk worth taking? What are the alternatives? Do I just say Louise's name and hope she plays along? Do I say someone else's name? The only nobles I know aside from Louise are Kirche, Tabitha, Guiche, and Montmorency. Kirche, and probably Tabitha too, won't do, since they're not from this country. Guiche and Montmorency didn't seem to have positive opinion of...Oh, right, their families were on the not-wealthy side among nobles, they said.

Can't we just let Nerian stay here? The school's—Right! The principal!

...Oh. He shakes his head. He was clearly expecting it, knowing what I wanted the instant I look at him, which means he had already thought it through.

So...I have no one to rely on.

Nerian: "*kweh*..."

Nerian looks at me with worry. Of course, since Nerian can understand our words just fine. Even if complicated topics might be too early for her young mind, she probably at least understands that she might have to leave me.

I have to do something. Nerian is relying on me. I gave her a name similar to Nero and Neris; that's the promise I made to myself to take care of her.

There's one last resort for getting out of this: I can just take Nerian and run, out of this country, maybe to the east. With Nerian's strength, it should be possible. But it could be dangerous since I don't know what's out there. Nerian's not fully healed yet, either. In worst case scenario, we'd be stranded in the middle of unfamiliar land, without any support, being hunted by poachers or soldiers of another country.

Henrietta: "...If you remain silent, I will be forced to conclude that you could not find support. The giant avian will be brought back with us to the Royal Palace for further decision."

Time is running out...! What do I do?! I don't care if I'm put in danger, but which way is the best for Nerian?!

Henrietta: "...It is very unfortunate, indeed..."

Her eyes are full of sympathy. So, this is the limit of what she can do...

Henrietta: "My knights, prepare for transport. Make sure to be gentle; this avian is a valuable treasure of our country. Count Aston, those words are meant for you as well, if you do end up appointed as its guardian."

Count Aston: "Certainly, Your Majesty. I shall give it the best care a beast could possibly get in this Halkeginia."

[...]

Guiche: "Looks like it's settled." Guiche crosses his arms, his expression remains as neutral as it has been since the start of the ruckus below.

Guiche: "Well, isn't this turning out quite convenient for you, Louise. Now we don't need to do anything and the bird will be out of your life."

Louise: "...I guess."

Guiche: "You don't look too happy. Well, I can understand your worry for your familiar. He wasn't too bad as far as a familiar goes, going out of his way to cure you. However, you have to be firm when it's needed. The bird's presence is clearly detrimental to both of you, especially the familiar. Getting rid of it now probably is for the best."

"Says the guy who pampers his mole like it's a princess."

Guiche: "Montmorency, you misunderstand! My Verdande is an absolute sweetheart! I simply give her the attention she deserves!"

This guy...

Guiche: "Ahem, even if we were to ignore everything we've said thus far, that bird is a kind of demi-humans, or at least something similar to it, am I correct? Letting it roaming around freely is just unthinkable."

"...I guess."

Guiche: "...Montmorency, I understand that women are gentle and sensitive, and that is the part I find most beautiful, but this is one thing we cannot waver. House of Gramont has been in military for generations. There are many journals describing the brutal battles my ancestors took part in against demi-humans. Many of ours fell to the clubs of the orcs, the claws of the harpies, the ancient magic of the elves. Human's history is littered with skirmishes with the non-humans. Attempts at peace had been done several times in the past. Well, you can see the results today, which is none."

Louise: "You don't need to lay on it so thick. The conflicts with demi-humans: everyone knows about that..."

"Then why does that noble seems to be seeking to get his hands on the bird?"

Guiche: "It's probably because...that bird was deemed crucial to the victory at Tarbes. That noble likely wants to use it for some benefits."

"...You sound unusually smart today." A bit surprising.

Guiche: "Please don't forget that I am a son of a household of soldiers. Anything pertaining the way of war is sure to have passed my eyes." The idiot Guiche is back to his usual self, posing dramatically just from a small compliment.

...

To be very honest...I'm finding it hard to agree with what Guiche is saying, even though I was of the same opinion just three days ago.

For a guy supposedly with a corrupted moral and deviant affection for a demi-human, he was...surprisingly okay. Better than my fellow nobles on their bad days, even. The bird itself, while intimidating and slightly creeps me out with its bizarre anatomy, never did show hostility. Their relationship seems to be positive too...barring that...incident, which I only heard about.

Well, that incident alone is more than enough to justify separating them, or even chasing them both out of school, actually, but...

...Maybe this is how Louise is feeling; has felt all this time. Hers is probably a lot stronger than mine, since she knows him better than I do.

Louise: "..."

Louise doesn't look happy in the slightest. Her eyes are glued to the situation below. Her mouth doesn't open, but her expression keeps changing.

Scrunching her eyebrows.

Biting her lips.

Scowling.

All of them are accompanied by the trembling of her eyes; and the hesitation in them.

"...Hey Louise. If you want to do something you had better hurry up, you're gonna end up regretting it later."

Did I really just give that advice...

'Don't do anything stupid.', that would've been more like me. Maybe I'm going crazy from all this mess too...

Either way, Louise doesn't show any sign of having heard what I said, only staring at what is happening down there, while clenching her hands on the table.

{...}

Tabitha sat under the shade of a tree; a closed book placed on her lap. The eyes behind the glasses were as void of emotion as always, as they observed what was unfolding in the school's front yard, paying attention to the purple-haired boy stood facing the nobles.

She arrived at the academy last evening and returned to her classes this morning. It seemed that during her absent, something happened in the school that created strange rumours about that pink-haired girl. Tabitha has heard in passing that Louise de La Vallière did something embarrassing in the school bath three nights ago, then was absent for one day. But since it did not concern her, she did not bother to find out the details.

Tabitha had opted to find a quiet place under the tree in the school's courtyard, removed from the crowd, and read to pass the time. Then there was a commotion at the front yard after that giant harpy and two dragon knights had landed.

The wind carried the sounds of conversations to where Tabitha was sitting. Her Wind user's eyes saw every actions. The claim of the Lord of Aston, including his hidden motive, are things Tabitha was used to, more so than she believed was necessary.

The actions of the purple-haired boy was not particularly interesting either: an owner that loved his pet. The boy that tried to protect the dog he raised. Innocent. Reckless. Ignorant.

Likely, that was the 'Hero' he once mentioned.

Where will his belief lead him, and others surrounding him, to, Tabitha observed in silence.

{...}

Is this it? Is this the last chance? If I don't decide now, Nerian will be taken away by people who see her as nothing more than animal.

Dragon Knight B: "You heard the royal order, so step back, kid."

The other knight fiddles with his dragon's saddle, and takes out...a rope as thick as my arm.

This is it. I'm not letting them go any further!

Dragon Knight B: "Hey, are you deaf? I said step back."

"No. It's you who should step back."

Dragon Knight B: "...What was that?"

"Nerian isn't an animal. I won't let anyone put a rope on her."

Dragon Knight B: "This brat...! Don't let it get to your head just because we've been lenient on you!"

The guy with the rope joins up beside his friend, looking at me with neutral expression.

Dragon Knight A: "This is a royal order. To go against Her Majesty's wish is a treason, punishable by death. Is that what you want?"

That's right... I'm going against the order of of this country; if I go all the way, I won't be able to come back. I probably won't ever see Louise and her friends again.

The thought is more harrowing than I expected. But still, I won't back down. I can't back down.

This is what I stand for, no matter the land or culture.

Dragon Knight B: "Tch. I can't believe this is what I have to deal with..."

The knight pulls out his wand; a normal wand, unlike Wardes's long, metal one.

*ka*

Dragon Knight B: "Wha—!?"

Not hard at all to kick away, with how little grip it has.

The entire courtyard gasps, then erupts, probably in confusion; I couldn't make out a word from all the noises.

Dragon Knight B: "Now you've done it!"

Yeah, now the fight is unavoidable. Not that it was in the first place.

He way he lunges at me makes it obvious he's trying to grapple me down.

I don't have the skills in unarmed combat, but the opponent is a normal human; my raw strength alone is enough.

Dragon Knight B: "This brat...!?"

He obviously didn't expect how strong I am. This is my chance.

"Yargh!"

Dragon Knight A&B: "Gah!" "Oof!"

The knight flies into his friend with the rope, knocking them both down.

Luckily, the second knight also dropped his wand. I kick it away; now they're mostly powerless, but to be sure, I'll use their rope on them.

There. No way they can escape from a rope this thick, even if its size only allowed me to tie a simple knot.

The crowd is halfway into panicking now, most taking a few steps back, but still not entirely leaving the courtyard.

I can't be distracted by them; the two dragon knights are taken care of, but there are still two guards with the Queen. They're holding similar long, metal wand like what Wardes had: royal guards. They could be trouble.

They're not making any move. They probably know not to underestimate me now, and maybe they're focusing more on protecting the Queen first.

Speaking of the Queen, she seems shocked by what happened. She quickly regains her composure, and raises her right hand. The royal guards hesitate, beore lowering their wands.

Count Aston: "T—This brat...! Obstructing government's officials is a crime! Don't you know that!?" The noble's expression is between being afraid and angry; mostly cautious.

Henrietta: "Peace, Count Aston. There is no need to panic."

The Queen sounds completely calm as she declares loudly, but still couldn't completely keep uncertainty from her face.

The commotion died down, though not completely. The dragon knights get back up and glares at me angrily and warily.

The Queen takes a breath, and face me again.

Henrietta: "May I ask what your intention is?"

Now the entire place is almost silent, as if everyone is waiting to hear my answer.

There's no going back now. I don't know how this will turn out, but I'm still going to say it.

"I have some idea of how the people here view Nerian, and I know that's just the common sense of this place, but I can't let anyone treat her like an animal, or a beast. Nerian is just young. She can't speak human language, but she can understand what we say just fine; she's just as intelligent as us."

The Queen looks taken aback, and uncertain, as I expected.

Count Aston: "Ha! Speak for yourself, boy! Maybe that's true for you, but the rest of us happens to be smarter than animals; something YOUR intelligence quite clearly isn't capable of grasping."

Some murmurs from the sideline; sound like an agreement.

"Like I said, that's just common opinion; doesn't make it the truth."

Count Aston: "And you would claim to know better than the entire population of Halkeginia? That combination of arrogance and ignorance is impressive, even from a commoner! You should at least know better than to say that in front of an entire school's worth of nobles!"

Yeah, I can kind of guess how bad an impression I'm making to the students. I can hear disapproval and feel some hostility on my skin. Just imagining what kind of face Alice and Tamamo would be making if they were to see me now is depressing. They could handle this kind of situation a hundred times better than I do.

Count Aston: "Principal, seeing as this boy seems to be in the care of the school, I believe you would like to have a few choice words with him."

The noble looks smug as he puffs up his chest and turns toward the principal.

The principal looks thoughtful for a moment, before he speaks.

Osman: "Hm, seeing as over half of our students must have a loving relationship with their familiars, I'm not too sure if all of them will have agreed with what you said."

The emotions brewing in the crowd seems to have halted with the principal's words. Many of the students seem uncertain now, as they look at their own familiars.

Count Aston: "B—Be that as it may, what he claims is still...well...troubling. And the kingdom still needs to keep a close watch on such a...being." The noble seems to be having trouble finding appropriate words to use.

Henrietta: "The Count is correct. As the authority responsible for maintaining the peace and stability of our kingdom, I cannot simply let the giant avian roam free, if that is what you wish; it would cause great panic among the people. Nor can I entrust it to someone not adequately equipped to keep watch over it."

As someone in her position, she is, well, she's not wrong, even if I don't want to admit that she's right. If this is back in my home, we would have two groups of equal standing in the positions to negotiate on even ground.

Here, there's just me.

"...Your Majesty, thank you for giving us the chance."

The Queen looks confused, probably doesn't know why I suddenly said that. All the better that she doesn't know what I'm about to do.

My only regret is that I have to leave Louise just like this. I feel like there are still a lot more we should talk about, that I want to tell her. If possible, I'd like her to get over her hatred for monsters, and meet Alice and my friends. Here, she's the one I'm closest to and, in a way, I could say I've been in her care all this time in the place I know nothing about.

But now we probably won't meet again, and I won't even have the chance to say goodbye.

The Queen and her guards shift slightly and look to the side, distracted by a cry from the crowd. This is my chance. They won't have the chance to attack us if we can get to the air before they finish incantations.

My left hand grasp Nerian's feathers; they're still looking away. In one pull, I—

Louise: "...Please forgive my interruption, Your Majesty."

...Louise?

It's really her. Since when did she—So she was what distracted the Queen.

She looks...not too good. She's trying to suppress her breathing while talking to the Queen, like she just ran a long a distance. She looks kind of anxious too, even if she's trying to hide it.

Henrietta: "Louise Françoise, it is a pleasure to see my old friend again. Do you need something?"

The Queen still sounds business-like, but I guess it's common knowledge they know each other, so it's useless to pretend like what she did with me.

More importantly, what's Louise doing here?

...She's not coming just to say something bad about Nerian, is she? She's not someone who would do that now of all time.

She takes a deep breath.

Louise: "...Regarding the giant avian, I...House of La Vallière would like to have it in our care."

!

Count Aston: "L—La Vallière...you say!?"

Henrietta: "...May I ask what is your intention for such a request?"

Yeah, I want to know that too.

Louise: "...The giant avian played a vital part in the earlier skirmish at Tarbes. I was there in person, so I saw what it was capable of with my own eyes."

Henrietta: "...Indeed, you yourself played quite a significant role in rescuing my cousin, Prince Wales."

Count Aston: "W—What? I—I didn't hear any of this..."

The noble seems like he's too confused to say anything now.

That doesn't matter. Just what is Louise trying to do? Is she really...?

Louise herself still looks hesitant, even as she seems to make up her mind.

Louise: "...I believe House of La Vallière is suitable as the...keeper. Our territory is vast, and we are not lacking in wealth or manpower. Keeping a creature of such size will not be a problem at all. ...Also, my father, the duke, was once in the military, and is still well-respected. I believe the connection will probe...useful in the defense of the kingdom."

She's hiding it well, but to me it seems like she's half making things up as she goes. She must be serious about this.

Why?

Henrietta: "You do bring up many good points. Also, as the duke is not in active duty, the avian will not be under the command of the army by any means. That is preferable, as I do not intend for the avian to simply be another weapon of the army. I do not promote war or military campaigns that are not for the defense of our country, after all."

The noble looks restless and clearly dissatisfied with what's happening, but stops himself from blurting it out. Louise's family must be very powerful.

Henrietta: "Luka-san."

"! Uh, yes? Your Majesty?"

Henrietta: "What do you make of the request? Do you believe House of La Vallière to be adequate in taking care of the avian?"

Oh, right, my opinion is supposed to matter...And it seems the fact that I'm Louise's familiar should be hidden for now.

"Uh, since I can't take care of Nerian by myself anyway, I guess...As long as they promise to take a really good care of Nerian."

Henrietta: "And, Louise Françoise, what do you say to that?"

Louise: "...House of La Vallière treats those under its protection with benevolence and fairness. Whether they are human or not makes no difference."

...I guess that's the most I can expect from Louise. She really is a honest girl.

Henrietta: "Are you satisfied with the answer?"

"I am."

The Queen nods.

Henrietta: "The prospect of entrusting the avian in La Vallière's care is encouraging indeed. The council need to approve of the request in an official meeting, but there should be no problem."

Count Aston: "P—Please wait, Your Majesty! What about my request?"

Henrietta: "Of course it will be brought into the council as well. However, you need to understand that House of La Vallière is simply in a much better position by merit of its prominence, influence, and wealth."

Count Aston: "B—But..."

Henrietta: "Your bravery in time of crisis will not be forgotten; please be sure of that. However, the daughter of La Vallière's household also performed quite admirably. Your part in the defense of our motherland will rewarded appropriately; I will personally see to that."

So, basically, the Queen herself will take care of it, so he can't really argue without disrespecting her. That seems kind of a little unfair, but I guess the authority is with the Queen in the first place.

Count Aston: "I, uh...I am very grateful for your generosity, Your majesty..."

The noble bows, and looks away. From the sullen face, he seems to have given up.

Henrietta: "Louise Françoise, it will take some time to consider your request. In the mean time, the avian will be left in your care."

Louise: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Henrietta: "It is time for me to return to the capital. There is much in needed of my attention. Principal Osman, I apologize for taking your valuable time, but can I ask you of one more thing; to support Louise Françoise in taking care of the avian while it is kept here."

Osman: "It is no trouble at all, Your Majesty. I am always ready to serve."

Henrietta: "Thank you. All right, Count Aston, let us return to the royal palace. We still need to discuss how you will be rewarded for your merit."

The noble complies, still looking crestfallen. He and the royal guards follow the Queen to her carriage left in front of the central tower. The two dragon knights glare at me as they ride their dragons.

The carriage and the guards ride away. The crowd also disperses at the same time. Some students are still looking at me and Louise, but most lost interest the instant the Queen left.

Louise: "..."

Louise herself doesn't seem to notice or care about the attention. She continues to watch the school gate, even though the carriage is already out of sight.

She's not saying anything. Should I? There are a lot I want to know about what she did just now. Where to begin, though?

Siesta: "Um, Luka-san?"

"Siesta?"

Looks like she came from the central tower's direction. I guess she was meeting with that noble until just now.

Siesta: "I, uh, come to congratulate you. You get to keep your...friend."

"Oh, uh, thanks." Was her talk with the noble about this?

Siesta: "You seem to love...her a lot, so I'm happy for you."

Louise: "I am not."

Oh, she talked.

Louise: "If you're gonna congratulate each other, do it later without me, because I am not happy in the slightest."

Siesta: "U—Um, y—yes, Ms. Vallière. ...But, didn't you ask to take the bird in yourself?"

Louise: "I did. So what? Do I have to be glad about everything I do?"

Siesta: "U—Uh, I guess—"

Louise: "No, I don't."

Siesta: "...I shall be taking my leave now. Luka-san...see you later."

Siesta glances at Louise as she says that. Louise shows no reaction.

"Yeah, see you later."

Siesta bows, and walks away, a bit hurriedly.

That leaves just two of us again. This time, not even other students are paying attention to us.

There are a lot to ask, but I know where to begin.

"Louise."

Louise: "...What?"

"Thank you."

Louise: "..."

She's still looking away. Anyway, I'm gonna say it.

"I know you don't like Nerian, or that I'm taking care of her. I don't know why you did what you did, but you saved us. So, thank you."

Or we might have to wander around aimlessly, if our plan of going east doesn't result in anything.

Louise: "...Haaaa."

Louise lets out a long sigh. Then, after a while, she turns to face me; her hands don't go to her hips like they usually do, and her eyes are very serious.

Louise: "Listen well. This is the last time—the very last time I will risk myself and my family for your selfishness. After this I won't care what happens to you or that bird anymore. Do you get that?"

"I get it. I know it was hard for you. Thank you. I owe you a lot."

Louise: "! S—Stop saying the same thing over and over again! A—And don't look so happy! Can't you see I'm absolutely in anguish here!?"

I can't help it. After all, what I thought was just a wishful thinking might just be possible.

Nerian: "*kweh*"

Nerian approaches Louise and leans her head down to look at Louise up close, then rub her cheek against Louise's once. Louise tries to push her away; but obviously she can't fight Nerian's strength.

"She says 'thank you'."

Louise: "Isn't there other way...! And I don't need it anyway!"

"Oh, by the way, is it really okay to decide it on your own; taking in Nerian, I mean. Don't you have to ask your father first?"

Louise: "Of course it's not okay. I'll—!"

"...?"

Louise: "...Oh no..."

"Uh, Louise?" Why did she just freeze up?

Louise: "Oh no, I'm so dead...!"

"...I guess it's really not okay then. Your father seemed kind of scary after all."

Louise: "Sister Elèonore is going kill me...!"

"Sister...?" Right, she did say she has sisters. I guess she's talking about an older one. Louise does give off the feeling of the youngest sister of a house.

Louise: "No, even worse, Mother is...!"

"Is your mother scary too?"

Louise: "...Like you'd never believe it. No, wait, you'd know it. You'd know it very soon, once words get to her that you're involved in this."

"Uh...Should I be worried?" I feel like I should.

Louise: "Answering that is meaningless. I'll say it now, but don't expect me to help you if you're blown over the cloud"

"What?"

Louise: "or cut to ribbons"

"What?"

Louise: "or fed to a manticore."

"..."

...Maybe I need to think about going to the east again.

{...}

{...}{...}

Kirche: "Well, Vallière, aren't you looking fine."

Why do I have to meet the Zerbst this early in the morning.

"What do you want?"

Kirche: "Nothing, really. Just noticed you don't look as gloomy as yesterday, so I thought I'd mention it."

"...Not your business."

...

I actually thought about it as well, yesterday. I'm still not sure about it, or about anything really.

The feeling that was plaguing me this past few days is gone. To be more accurate, it started fading just right after the commotion over that bird.

I still don't know if what I did was the right thing to do. I put my family's reputation to great risk, considering what's already circulating the country. If this blows into something bigger, it could ruin our house.

...Arghh~ My stomach hurts just thinking about it.

...But, I'm feeling so light, so relieved of burden like I haven't felt for so long. So, I had to have done something right, at least.

And Luka looked so happy. I didn't know he can smile like that; that's the first time I've seen it. ...It's still stuck in my head.

Kirche: "Hoho~ What is this? You're getting quite red in the face, Vallière. What might you be thinking about~?"

"! I—I'm not thinking about anything! Anyway, if you don't have anything meaningful to say then go away already!"

Kirche: "Okay, okay, I'll get to the point. So, what's the reply?"

"Reply? Of what?"

Kirche: "Huh? Didn't you confess your love to Luka?"

Bfff—!?

"Co—!? What the hell are you—What kind of rubbish is that!? Are you out of your mind, Zerbst?! "

Luka, that idiot...! He's not here. He's by the desk at the front-right, the furthest from my seat, so he couldn't have heard that! Thank God...!

Kirche: "Huh, I wonder when had those two got so close."

Right, the desks pair at the front-right is Tabitha's seat; that's who Luka is talking to. He looks surprised by something, while Tabitha is as expressionless as always.

Kirche: "Hm~ You might need to wrap him around your fingers soon, or the competition might continue to grow. So? Did you get him yesterday?"

"I—I'm telling you it's nothing of that sorts! Is your head filled with nothing but that?!"

Kirche: "Well, you were absent-minded all day, even during Mr. Giteau's class, and you ate like you couldn't taste the food. Then come today and you're back to normal. A girl with that extreme changes back-and-forth in just two days can only be a maiden in love."

"What kind of logic is that!? Don't make things up yourself!"

Kirche: "Yeah, yeah, whatever makes you happy. But you know what's coming soon, don't you. Next week begins the summer break: that's the golden opportunity right there. If there's something you want to do, do it. Spend your time fully."

"I don't need a Zerbst to tell me what to do during school break."

Kirche: "Well, it's up to you in the end, but if you don't have Luka head-over-heels for you when the next term starts...Well, don't fault me for not pulling punches."

This Zerbst...

"You still haven't quit with that?"

Kirche: "Why would I? It's normal to try to get what you want. Luka is still unclaimed by anyone; there's no reason for me not to go for him."

"Tch!"

Kirche: "Whoa, tongue-clicking and outright dirty look, I haven't seen such unladylike behaviours from you since, when? Since we became second years, right. Why have you stopped doing it, though? You did that almost every time you saw me back when we were first years."

"Because I decided I can't be bothered to care about what a Zerbst like you does anymore."

Kirche: "So, that means this time you can't afford not to care, is that right?"

"It's my familiar we're talking about here; it's about my authority."

Kirche: "If you still want to tell yourself that then go ahead. We'll know when the next term starts."

"Go away."

That Zerbst is finally gone.

She just had to remind me of the first year, hadn't she: when we first met, back at the time I hate her more than I do the Reconquista now, back when this school is like hell to me. I've laid it all to rest though; hating her wouldn't help with curing Sister Chii.

But still, what that Zerbst said just now...The summer break...

Most students will be going back home, and I will probably do the same.

Which means I will have to bring Luka back with me, to meet Father and Mother—not like that!

...And to report to them about using our family name to take in a weird creature without permission.

"Ugh—Uhhhhh~~"

Teacher (F) A: "Ms. Vallière, we are about to start the lesson. Please refrain from making weird sounds."

---

PBW: "Fuu, this chapter was more tiring that expected; what with switching viewpoints around and all."

Ilias: "You dare to speak the word 'tiring' in front of the people who had to endure reading throught the mess you have put in?"

PBW: "What happened here is an important point in developing their relationship, you know."

Ilias: "You seem to be quite focused on having Luka stray from the right path. Where have you dropped your morals? Although I must say I am looking forward to the Demon Lord's anguish."

PBW: "I switched it off. I'll turn it back on when I need to use it. Anyway, we're done with another volume/arc. Since there's no Henrietta's kidnapping, another scene had to be added to not make the volume too short. Well, the value dissonance between two worlds are stark in some ways; Luka still has a long way to go to have his peace."

...

PBW: "Ah, almost forgot the post-scene."

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Londinium, the capital of the former Kingdom of Albion, now renamed the Holy Republic of Albion.

In one of the guest rooms at the royal palace, Jean Jacques Francis, second name: Lightning, was sitting at the table, propping up both legs on it while balancing the chair on its hind legs; his hands absent-mindedly fiddled with the locket which chain is around his neck, his eyes on its closed lid.

There were three knocks on the door.

Wardes did not move from his position.

Another set of knocks sounded at the door in the exact same rhythm.

Wardes did not react.

The knocks disappeared, only for clinking of small pieces of metal to be heard in their stead, following by the sound of door hinges.

A young woman stepped into the room.

"I locked the door. How did you get in." Wardes said flatly without looking, without even caring for an answer.

"My, I didn't notice. Could you be mistaken?"

The woman giggled, closing the door and coming to stand at the middle of the room, behind Wardes who was still balancing his chair.

"What do you want." Wardes continued; he had no intention of playing along with the woman.

"How somber; women are going to run away from you like that. Oh, but I guess some of them like the harsh and cold type, don't they, though it's not for me."

It was an action with the intention to rile him up: Wardes knew so and forced down his retorts while keeping his expression flat, even if he felt annoyed.

"If you have no business then leave."

"Those words, how many times have you said them to me I wonder. Do you happen to keep count of how many times I did leave you alone for that~?"

None at all. This woman never came to him without some form of business; that was the reason that displeased Wardes the most. Even though she always seemed to tease and act playful toward him, in reality she cared about Wardes as much as Wardes cared about her, maybe less. It would not surprise him in the slightest if the woman could not even remember his name.

When he cut out his emotions, Wardes considered himself to have discarded his humanity. However, in that regard, this woman was even less of a human than he was. Another reason for his frustration: he felt like he lost to someone in one of the way he prided himself on.

"Then allow me to get to the point. What I lent to you, I hope you can return it to me, now."

The words said good naturedly by the woman have the ring of 'You have no right to refuse' to it.

"...That thing, what is it?"

"Hm~ I don't recall you asking me that last time. Or were you so excited by a new toy that you forgot about everything else? Teehee, how cute."

"..." Wardes ignored the blatant provocation.

"Did you have fun with it? A man with an expression of stone wanting revenge on someone; I found that funny, that's why I helped you out on a whim."

It was as if they are in entirely different worlds. What the woman lent to him on a whim was something Wardes had never seen nor heard of before.

"And where did you get such a rare commodity I wonder."

"Right~ I wonder that too."

Wardes clicked his tongue. Whenever this woman was involved, his annoyance always seemed to be at its peak.

"Do you have any other, aside from the Wind one?"

"I do. I have all four of what you people called Four Great Elements."

Hearing the answer, Wardes's imagination went to work on its own.

"Ah, but you had better discard any brutish thought you might have, such as trying to take them from me. Because even if you have all four of them, your power still wouldn't amount to my pinkie. Like this~"

The woman raised her right little finger at the scowling Wardes.

The woman made such outrageous claim with a gleeful expression. Wardes was enraged by the insult for a moment, before forcing his temper down when he realized it could be yet another provocation. In his mind, it could be no more than an attempt at a threat by the woman.

If it was a threat, it was a feeble one for Wardes who looked at the world realistically. One of the beliefs often proven to be true in this world was that there were very few humans as powerful as he was, and that this woman was not an elf or a vampire.

But what intention the woman had in mind when she said those words, Wardes had no idea; the woman's smile was as unreadable as the amusement on it was obvious.

Even when those words were said, Wardes could not feel hostility from the woman at all. That could mean the woman's threat was either a big, fat lie with no other goal than to take him for a fool, or a fact true to the very last letter, and she did not saw Wardes to be enough threat to warrant being cautious of.

Though there were little to none possibility for the latter to be true, Wardes did not feel it was in his best interest to take such an unrewarding bet. What was important to achieving his goal right now was not personal power, but the strength of a large organization, like the current, new government of Albion.

"...Go ahead."

Wardes picked up his wand, waved it lightly, then a ball of light similar to a fairy of myth shot out of his body, and into the woman standing in wait.

"Fufu, welcome back."

The woman spoke as if the thing was a living being. Wardes only glance at her without speaking.

"And, how was it, did you get your revenge?"

"I was one step from it, then the light happened, so I retreated along with the reserve force."

"The mysterious blinding light that destroyed the proud fleet, wasn't it. How unfortunate."

"...Aren't you Cromwell's secretary. You're speaking like it doesn't concern you."

"Oh my, is that how you see me? Of course I am worried. Oh, whatever should we do~"

The attempt at pretense was made with zero effort. Wardes really could not understand what the woman was thinking.

"Hm~, Wardes-kun is the cream of the crop among humans, isn't he. An opponent that you had to borrow someone else's power to defeat, I have to wonder what kind of person it was."

In a cheerful voice, the woman said to him 'Tell me right now, or I will be crossed.'

A part of Wardes wanted to see what the woman could do, another part warned him to listen to what his instinct was telling him. There was also the fact that it was not particularly important information.

"A boy."

"Oh my, a child? I thought it would be an experienced old sorcerer for sure. Wardes-kun is considered young for your ability, isn't he. What kind of boy was he; was he what people called 'genius'?"

"...He didn't look too bright. Small. Name was just Luka."

The woman raised her eyebrows.

"Just Luka? No title or surname?"

"Not that I know of."

"Then he wouldn't be a noble. He~h, so there is a human who could get so strong without relying on magic. Now I want to meet him at least once."

"If that's all you need then get out."

"That's all I need. Well, I shall be on my way. Wardes-kun, when I have more business I will come see you again~"

The woman waved playfully, before walking out of the room with a smile, leaving Wardes alone in the room.

Wardes sighed once, dispelling the tiredness to welcome the peace.

That woman was the type to bring misfortune to people, Wardes had no doubt about it; and it would be intentional on her part.

What was that '-kun' anyway. Wardes was not sure of the meaning, but deduced it to be a suffix of some kind for attaching to people's name; not as a show of respect, that is for sure.