"A familiar helps its master in any way it can. Some familiars find beautiful jewels, others protect their masters from harm. Familiars become the other eyes and ears of their masters. But since it is obvious that a plebeian like you can't do any of those, I think you can at least do the housework around here." Louise said haughtily, not even bothering to ask for Saito's opinion.
They were now in Louise's room after the evening class that followed the summoning. The school provided dormitories for all the students and staff.
Louise was sitting on her bed, her legs folded beneath her. Saito sat on the floor, since Louise refused to allow him on the bed.
She was at the verge of tears, bearing a whole day of insults regarding her inability to summon anything decent. Normally she would have shrugged it off, but a familiar is something that she would have to take care for her entire life, so the pain stabbed deep into her heart. She was going to be cast off as a useless noble for the rest of her life!
Saito stared at Louise, nodding sometimes in between. While she was undeniably cute and pretty, she had a horrid temper that would put anyone off. Saito simply shut her out of his mind.
Saito rubbed his temples and tried to think of a way to communicate to his world.
"Are you even listening to me, plebeian?" A frown appeared on her peach colored face.
"My name is Hiraga Saito, you know? Look. Just help me to return home and we will both be happy. I just want to go back to my peaceful life and you just want to have a proper familiar."
"I have told you a million times that I have no idea how to do that! Not even the teachers know what to do!" She yelled, arms spread wide.
"Cheh. To think you are that useless." Saito folded his arms.
Louise turned calm. A dangerous glint appeared in her wavering eyes. "W-w-what did you say," her trembling voice so quiet Saito had to lean in to hear properly.
Saito should have shut his mouth there and then, but frustration made him do otherwise. Guess he really is dense in times like this.
"You're just useless."
Louise started to giggle. It was the kind of giggle that made you have goosebumps up your neck but Saito didn't notice the ominous aura surrounding her.
"Didn't you blew up half the class during class just now?" Saito started to laugh. "Now I know why. Louise the Zero. Zero in magic, zero in everything, zero in even that."
Saito pointed to her flat chest.
Something broke inside Louise.
She left the bed and silently walked to the cupboard beside him. She pulled the first drawer open.
"To think that I would have treated you like a h-h-human, plebeian, but now you've taught me something precious. There is no way a d-d-dog like you could be treated nicely."
Louise turned sharply to meet Saito straight in the eye. She held a black horse whip in her small hands. It seems that she was quite skilled in horse riding. She bent the whip and released it with a "twang~".
"To call your master u-u-useless. Idiot dog, tell me how should I punish you?"
Saito gulped and widened his eyes.
"Come now, let's not get angry over some small matter." He backed up, but the Louise forced him deeper into the corner.
Saito held his arms up to shield himself, but an upper kick from Louise into the area between his legs rendered his defense useless.
"Shut up you idiot dog!"
Pitiful screams pierced the air that night.
On the other hand, in the principal's office that night...
Mr Osmond was dozing off on his table, his long white beard slung over his shoulder as his head rested on a book he was reading that evening.
Anxious knocks called from across the spacious office.
"Mhmm, don't be shy Miss Longbill, I'm just going to lick you, mmm..." Mr Osmond laughed perversely as he talked in his dreams.
Mrs Longbill sighed and rolled her eyes as she answered the door. As the secretary of the principal's office, she was in charge of all the paperwork. She was supposed to leave early but had to stay overnight due to the slew of work left by the Principal.
Mr Gimli rushed in and ran to the Principal, his robe in disarray.
"Mr Osmond! Do you remember the familiar that Miss Orneilles summoned today?"
Mr Osmond rubbed his watery eyes, irritated that someone disturbed his wonderful dream.
"The third daughter of the Orneilles family? The one who kept blowing up our campus? What's so important about her familiar?"
Mr Gimli placed the book he found in the library tentatively before the principal. Mr Osmond's eyes widened. He stood up.
"Miss Longbill, would you mind leaving the room for a moment?"
Miss Longbill nodded and left silently, closing the door after her.
Mr Gimli continued to explain, rolling his eyes at Mr Osmond's lustful stare at his secretary's back.
"This is the rune mark of Lifdrasir, the heart of God. He is rumored to be able to enhance the powers of Void Mages, at the expense of his own life force."
Mr Osmond turned to look out of the window. He placed his hand on his beard and stroked it in thought.
"Miss Orneilles have not shown any affinity to any element. However, we cannot simply jump to the conclusion that she might be the next Void Mage." Mr Osmond then turned back to look Mr Gimli in the eye.
"This matter must never reach the imperial palace, understood?"
"But..."
"Who knows what would the wolves in the palace do if they knew of this. All they do is talk about war."
"Alright, sir. I'll not let this matter leak out of this office."
As Mr Gimli left, Mr Osmond returned to his seat. The book he was reading was the memento left by all the previous principals, like how to peek into the secretary's skirt without being seen.
But more importantly, it had detailed notes on important events of the country, comparable to that of the royal scribe, all the way back to 3000 years ago.
"So we're here again at crossroads of our destinies." He said, under the moon light, while sending his familiar to walk under Miss Longbill's skirt.
He narrowly missed the flying paperweight.