Mahoyaku Mainstory 2 - 6.1
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galacticnonsenseseAfter the rain, the sunset filled sky shined bright in shades of pink and silver.
Figaro told Arthur that he'd bring Mister Vincent's letter back to him.
Chloe sighed a lot, being worried about what might be happening in Oz's room.
His eyes were red and swollen, but they were beautiful while dyed in the colours of the sunset.
Chloe: ...Rustica, it'll be alright, yeah?
Even if by accident, I wouldn't subconsciously curse Mister Vincent, right?
That was the third time he's asked that question.
Without giving up, Rustica politely shook his head.
Rustica: It's alright. Chloe hasn't cursed anything. There's nothing to worry about.
Chloe: ..But...I'm not as good of a kid as you think I am…
Rustica: You are a good kid.
Even now, you're worrying about your friend's uncle with him.
Chloe: ...That..That could just be self-protection...I probably just don't want anyone to blame me…
Chloe averted his eyes and looked down. Rustica patted his helpless back.
Rustica: Even then, worrying about him is kind.
Chloe's worry was understandable. Even so, the shadowy figures of Chloe and Rustica close together gave me a bit of hope.
I thought of Mister Vincent's words.
Wizards can never coexist.
Even though they're so kind and get along so well.
Rustica noticed me frowning. While continuing to pat Chloe, he gently smiled.
Rustica: Please look, Master Sage.
As if they're little mirrors, the water droplets are reflecting the beautiful evening sky.
What Rustica said was true. The light purple sky that began to dawn shone like something out of a dream.
Letting the wrinkles between my eyebrows disappear, I laughed.
Akira: It really is pretty, isn't it?
Thank you very much for pointing it out.
Rustica: You're very welcome. I only thought of how much you'd like it. That and I wanted you to smile.
Being looked at so closely by Rustica, I blushed a little.
His kind look allowed me to be honest.
Akira: Mister Vincent's words..Do you think they're true? That wizards can never coexist…
Rustica: What do you think?
Look at me and Chloe, having travelled the world together.
The playful look in Rustica's eyes made me open my eyes.
Right. They were always together.
Akira: That's right...I really do think they can stay together.
Rustica: I can say I think the same with confidence.
Chloe happily smiled because of Rustica's words.
Rustica: However, if you compare it to music. The more instruments a song has, the harder it becomes to play.
Certainly, a song played by an entire orchestra seems harder than that played by a trio of instruments.
Since Rustica and Chloe are only two, their journey went smoothly. What would've been the case if there were a hundred of them?
Suddenly, Rustica muttered something underneath his breath.
Rustica: Central would be Cain, East would be Faust, South is Doctor Figaro, and North is Bradley probably.
Akira: Eh…?
When I thought about asking him to repeat it, Chloe took in a breath.
In his line of sight was none other than Oz.
Akira: Oz, is Arthur…-
Oz: He has returned to Granville castle.
Oz's voice sounded tired.
Like an old dog who had lost its way home,
He was frustrated, tired, and in shambles.
Looking up at the evening sky, a figure was taking off from the manor on a broom.
Oz: Master Oz I'm truly sorry...Because of me, Arthur…
As Chloe's purple eyes welled up with tears, Oz turned his gaze down and shook his head.
Oz: Don't get your words mixed up. You aren't in the wrong.
Chloe: ..But…
Oz: Even if you regretfully look back on this, it isn't your fault.
Chloe, still confused, nodded understandingly. Next to him, Rustica bowed as well.
Oz eyed me from the side and said one thing.
Oz: ...We have to talk.
Akira: With me? Understood. Then shall we..
Figaro told Arthur that he'd bring Mister Vincent's letter back to him.
Chloe sighed a lot, being worried about what might be happening in Oz's room.
His eyes were red and swollen, but they were beautiful while dyed in the colours of the sunset.
Chloe: ...Rustica, it'll be alright, yeah?
Even if by accident, I wouldn't subconsciously curse Mister Vincent, right?
That was the third time he's asked that question.
Without giving up, Rustica politely shook his head.
Rustica: It's alright. Chloe hasn't cursed anything. There's nothing to worry about.
Chloe: ..But...I'm not as good of a kid as you think I am…
Rustica: You are a good kid.
Even now, you're worrying about your friend's uncle with him.
Chloe: ...That..That could just be self-protection...I probably just don't want anyone to blame me…
Chloe averted his eyes and looked down. Rustica patted his helpless back.
Rustica: Even then, worrying about him is kind.
Chloe's worry was understandable. Even so, the shadowy figures of Chloe and Rustica close together gave me a bit of hope.
I thought of Mister Vincent's words.
Wizards can never coexist.
Even though they're so kind and get along so well.
Rustica noticed me frowning. While continuing to pat Chloe, he gently smiled.
Rustica: Please look, Master Sage.
As if they're little mirrors, the water droplets are reflecting the beautiful evening sky.
What Rustica said was true. The light purple sky that began to dawn shone like something out of a dream.
Letting the wrinkles between my eyebrows disappear, I laughed.
Akira: It really is pretty, isn't it?
Thank you very much for pointing it out.
Rustica: You're very welcome. I only thought of how much you'd like it. That and I wanted you to smile.
Being looked at so closely by Rustica, I blushed a little.
His kind look allowed me to be honest.
Akira: Mister Vincent's words..Do you think they're true? That wizards can never coexist…
Rustica: What do you think?
Look at me and Chloe, having travelled the world together.
The playful look in Rustica's eyes made me open my eyes.
Right. They were always together.
Akira: That's right...I really do think they can stay together.
Rustica: I can say I think the same with confidence.
Chloe happily smiled because of Rustica's words.
Rustica: However, if you compare it to music. The more instruments a song has, the harder it becomes to play.
Certainly, a song played by an entire orchestra seems harder than that played by a trio of instruments.
Since Rustica and Chloe are only two, their journey went smoothly. What would've been the case if there were a hundred of them?
Suddenly, Rustica muttered something underneath his breath.
Rustica: Central would be Cain, East would be Faust, South is Doctor Figaro, and North is Bradley probably.
Akira: Eh…?
When I thought about asking him to repeat it, Chloe took in a breath.
In his line of sight was none other than Oz.
Akira: Oz, is Arthur…-
Oz: He has returned to Granville castle.
Oz's voice sounded tired.
Like an old dog who had lost its way home,
He was frustrated, tired, and in shambles.
Looking up at the evening sky, a figure was taking off from the manor on a broom.
Oz: Master Oz I'm truly sorry...Because of me, Arthur…
As Chloe's purple eyes welled up with tears, Oz turned his gaze down and shook his head.
Oz: Don't get your words mixed up. You aren't in the wrong.
Chloe: ..But…
Oz: Even if you regretfully look back on this, it isn't your fault.
Chloe, still confused, nodded understandingly. Next to him, Rustica bowed as well.
Oz eyed me from the side and said one thing.
Oz: ...We have to talk.
Akira: With me? Understood. Then shall we..
