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The Bonds We Formed, Like Magic | Chapter 10
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Figaro: Thanks for helping me pack.
Lennox: It’s nothing....
Figaro: I figured if we were going to Borda Island, I might as well shop at the bazaar.
And there are a bunch of shops that only deal in bartering, so..... Oh. Let’s leave that. Leno....
Lennox: ........
Figaro: You’re spacing out.
Lennox: Ah. I’m sorry.
Figaro: It’s fine. I don’t see you like this often. Did you catch sight of something unforgettable?
Lennox: I saw Bradley naked......
Figaro: ........ Huh? Bradley naked?
Lennox: I didn’t see him completely naked, but. There were scars all over his body.
He might not be a skilled doctor like you are, Dr. Figaro, but he’s still a powerful Northern wizard — he should be able to remove his scars with magic.
Figaro: I guess some powerful wizards might have trouble casting certain kinds of magic, but most should be able to.
Bradley probably healed his comrades, so I assume he’s capable.
Lennox: I thought so.... That’s why I got curious, and asked him, "why won’t you heal them?"
He said it was because he didn’t want to forget.
Figaro: Ahaha. How scary. So he’s plotting revenge on every single enemy who left a scar on him, huh?
Lennox: ....That should be no cause for you to fear, right, Dr. Figaro? Did you do something to him that would make him seek revenge?
Figaro: I can’t say I didn’t. But that doesn’t matter right now. Tell me more.
Lennox: .....That was when, for the first time ever.....
I considered the possibility that Sir Faust might not have healed his scars from being burned at the stake.
Figaro: ...........
Lennox: Sir Figaro, have you gotten a chance to observe Sir Faust’s feet since we met him again?
Figaro: I have.
Lennox: Th.....
............ What were they like?
Figaro: I lied. I haven’t seen them.
(Crack)
Lennox: ...........
Figaro: Hold up! Don’t break my travel bag! This one’s my favorite!
Lennox: ....I won’t break it.
Figaro: It just made an ugly cracking sound.
Lennox: Could you please take this seriously?
Figaro: All right. Sorry. Truth be told, I actually got a little nervous too. That’s why I instinctively pulled your leg.
Lennox: Why do you joke around when you’re nervous?
Figaro: You can thank my wisdom born from longevity, or my bad habits. Continue with your story.
Lennox: ....I yearned for just one thing: to meet Sir Faust again.
All I wanted was to catch a glimpse of the person I failed to protect; I just wanted to witness his happiness.
It didn’t matter what kind of life he was living. If I could watch over him from the shadows, that alone was enough.
I never wished for him to become a hero, and I didn’t need him to return to his past ambitions.
Yet.....
Figaro: Yet?
Lennox: ....For the first time in my life, I thought, "I can’t accept this. No matter what." I don’t even understand why......
But if the scars from that day remain on his legs even now.
Just the thought of it makes me want to scream.
I can’t accept it. I couldn’t stand it.
Figaro: I understand how you feel, but you’re not the kind of guy who discriminates based on appearance, right?
Lennox: ....That’s right. I wouldn’t care if it were a wound born from any other cause.
But scars from that fire are the one thing I can’t accept.....
Figaro: ..........
Lennox: I don’t understand myself. ....Why does it make my blood boil like this?
Figaro: I know why.
Lennox: ....Did you read my mind?
Figaro: How rude. I would never. The reason I can understand your fury is also all thanks to my wisdom born from longevity — or my bad habits.
Lennox: Please tell me.
Figaro: No way. You’re going to get mad, and it’ll hurt you. But I pity you. So I’ll comfort you.
Lennox: ..........
Figaro: There, there.... Good boy. If the thought keeps haunting you to the point of despair, I’ll erase your memories for you.
Lennox: .....No need. I’ll be fine.
Figaro: I see.... Well, I understand how you feel.
The things better off left forgotten are the things we fear forgetting most.
Lennox: ...........
Figaro: .....I too cannot forget the night of that meteor shower.
It comes back to me every night the stars fall from the sky.
✦✧☾✧✦
Chloe: Rustica.... Rustica, wake up.
Rustica: Nn.....
....Yaaawn.... Good morning, Chloe.
Chloe: Good morning. We’re headed to Borda Island today.
I’ve packed our stuff, but do you remember our conversation with Shino and Heath yesterday?
Rustica: What was it again.... Um....
Right, a surprise gift for Sir Sage!
Chloe: That’s right!
We need to practice for our surprise. I bet Shino and Heath are already waiting for us.
Rustica: Then I’ll need to wake up. Good morning, Chloe. Good morning.
Chloe: You said that already. Good morning, Rustica.
Rustica: Will you give me countless good mornings? So that my eyelids trapped in night will rise to the morning hours?
Chloe: Ahaha, sure! Good morning, Rustica. Good morning.
Good morning..... ...........
Rustica: Chloe?
Chloe: ....Will we get to watch the meteor shower together tonight?
Rustica: If you so desire, Chloe.
Chloe: Then let’s watch together. And, and.....
I’m going to ask you a question when we do — so could you please answer....?
Rustica: Certainly. What is this question?
Chloe: .........
I’ll tell you when the time comes.
Rustica: All right. I’ll be looking forward to it — both the night of the shooting stars, and your question, Chloe.
Chloe: Rustica.....
Rustica: What is it?
Chloe: Thank you for taking me away from that hidden room.
Thank you for finding me.
Rustica: .........
Chloe: Ehehe..... I just felt like telling you. I mean, I think I’ve told you before, but......
Rustica: Chloe....
Chloe: Ehehe.....
....All right! We need to get ready. Wash your face, brush your hair, button up your shirt....
There’s lots we need to do! Hurry, hurry!
✦✧☾✧✦
Akira: I’m excited for Borda Island. I wonder what kind of person Lady Dianne — the lord of the castle — is?
Will she be a merry and lively person because she’s from the West? I hope our meeting goes well.
I’m sure I could offer everyone so much more help if I learned more about the Sage’s power.
Ah...... We’re set to depart in the afternoon, so I better hurry up and get ready.
(Knocking)
Akira: I’m inside~!
Arthur: Sir Sage. Do you have some time? I’d like to discuss something with you......
Akira: Arthur. Of course. I’ll come to the door now!
I open the door, greeted by the sight of Arthur, who has one cheek bandaged in gauze.
Akira: What happened!? Your face......
Arthur: That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, but......
(Footsteps)
Cain: Huh? Do I hear Arthur’s voice? I’m here to check in on Akira.
Cain shows up, looking all around him.
Because of his injury from the < Great Catastrophe >, Cain can’t see someone until he touches them.
Knowing that, Arthur always takes the initiative to make contact with Cain himself.
But today he remains rooted to the spot, his brows furrowed with distress.
I’m puzzled, but I quickly realize the reason for his hesitation.
Akira: (He doesn’t want to show Cain that he’s injured, because it would worry him......)
(But Arthur should be able to heal simple injuries. So why hasn’t he....?)
Arthur: Good morning, Cain. I’ll escort Sir Sage today, so don’t worry about it.
Cain: Really? Well, at least let me greet him properly.
Cain proffers his right hand; he doesn’t doubt for a second that Arthur will take it so he can say "good morning" back to him.
Arthur: ............
His brows lowered, Arthur agonizes briefly over whether or not to take his hand.
Chapter 9 << | index | >> Chapter 11
Figaro: Thanks for helping me pack.
Lennox: It’s nothing....
Figaro: I figured if we were going to Borda Island, I might as well shop at the bazaar.
And there are a bunch of shops that only deal in bartering, so..... Oh. Let’s leave that. Leno....
Lennox: ........
Figaro: You’re spacing out.
Lennox: Ah. I’m sorry.
Figaro: It’s fine. I don’t see you like this often. Did you catch sight of something unforgettable?
Lennox: I saw Bradley naked......
Figaro: ........ Huh? Bradley naked?
Lennox: I didn’t see him completely naked, but. There were scars all over his body.
He might not be a skilled doctor like you are, Dr. Figaro, but he’s still a powerful Northern wizard — he should be able to remove his scars with magic.
Figaro: I guess some powerful wizards might have trouble casting certain kinds of magic, but most should be able to.
Bradley probably healed his comrades, so I assume he’s capable.
Lennox: I thought so.... That’s why I got curious, and asked him, "why won’t you heal them?"
He said it was because he didn’t want to forget.
Figaro: Ahaha. How scary. So he’s plotting revenge on every single enemy who left a scar on him, huh?
Lennox: ....That should be no cause for you to fear, right, Dr. Figaro? Did you do something to him that would make him seek revenge?
Figaro: I can’t say I didn’t. But that doesn’t matter right now. Tell me more.
Lennox: .....That was when, for the first time ever.....
I considered the possibility that Sir Faust might not have healed his scars from being burned at the stake.
Figaro: ...........
Lennox: Sir Figaro, have you gotten a chance to observe Sir Faust’s feet since we met him again?
Figaro: I have.
Lennox: Th.....
............ What were they like?
Figaro: I lied. I haven’t seen them.
(Crack)
Lennox: ...........
Figaro: Hold up! Don’t break my travel bag! This one’s my favorite!
Lennox: ....I won’t break it.
Figaro: It just made an ugly cracking sound.
Lennox: Could you please take this seriously?
Figaro: All right. Sorry. Truth be told, I actually got a little nervous too. That’s why I instinctively pulled your leg.
Lennox: Why do you joke around when you’re nervous?
Figaro: You can thank my wisdom born from longevity, or my bad habits. Continue with your story.
Lennox: ....I yearned for just one thing: to meet Sir Faust again.
All I wanted was to catch a glimpse of the person I failed to protect; I just wanted to witness his happiness.
It didn’t matter what kind of life he was living. If I could watch over him from the shadows, that alone was enough.
I never wished for him to become a hero, and I didn’t need him to return to his past ambitions.
Yet.....
Figaro: Yet?
Lennox: ....For the first time in my life, I thought, "I can’t accept this. No matter what." I don’t even understand why......
But if the scars from that day remain on his legs even now.
Just the thought of it makes me want to scream.
I can’t accept it. I couldn’t stand it.
Figaro: I understand how you feel, but you’re not the kind of guy who discriminates based on appearance, right?
Lennox: ....That’s right. I wouldn’t care if it were a wound born from any other cause.
But scars from that fire are the one thing I can’t accept.....
Figaro: ..........
Lennox: I don’t understand myself. ....Why does it make my blood boil like this?
Figaro: I know why.
Lennox: ....Did you read my mind?
Figaro: How rude. I would never. The reason I can understand your fury is also all thanks to my wisdom born from longevity — or my bad habits.
Lennox: Please tell me.
Figaro: No way. You’re going to get mad, and it’ll hurt you. But I pity you. So I’ll comfort you.
Lennox: ..........
Figaro: There, there.... Good boy. If the thought keeps haunting you to the point of despair, I’ll erase your memories for you.
Lennox: .....No need. I’ll be fine.
Figaro: I see.... Well, I understand how you feel.
The things better off left forgotten are the things we fear forgetting most.
Lennox: ...........
Figaro: .....I too cannot forget the night of that meteor shower.
It comes back to me every night the stars fall from the sky.
✦✧☾✧✦
Chloe: Rustica.... Rustica, wake up.
Rustica: Nn.....
....Yaaawn.... Good morning, Chloe.
Chloe: Good morning. We’re headed to Borda Island today.
I’ve packed our stuff, but do you remember our conversation with Shino and Heath yesterday?
Rustica: What was it again.... Um....
Right, a surprise gift for Sir Sage!
Chloe: That’s right!
We need to practice for our surprise. I bet Shino and Heath are already waiting for us.
Rustica: Then I’ll need to wake up. Good morning, Chloe. Good morning.
Chloe: You said that already. Good morning, Rustica.
Rustica: Will you give me countless good mornings? So that my eyelids trapped in night will rise to the morning hours?
Chloe: Ahaha, sure! Good morning, Rustica. Good morning.
Good morning..... ...........
Rustica: Chloe?
Chloe: ....Will we get to watch the meteor shower together tonight?
Rustica: If you so desire, Chloe.
Chloe: Then let’s watch together. And, and.....
I’m going to ask you a question when we do — so could you please answer....?
Rustica: Certainly. What is this question?
Chloe: .........
I’ll tell you when the time comes.
Rustica: All right. I’ll be looking forward to it — both the night of the shooting stars, and your question, Chloe.
Chloe: Rustica.....
Rustica: What is it?
Chloe: Thank you for taking me away from that hidden room.
Thank you for finding me.
Rustica: .........
Chloe: Ehehe..... I just felt like telling you. I mean, I think I’ve told you before, but......
Rustica: Chloe....
Chloe: Ehehe.....
....All right! We need to get ready. Wash your face, brush your hair, button up your shirt....
There’s lots we need to do! Hurry, hurry!
✦✧☾✧✦
Akira: I’m excited for Borda Island. I wonder what kind of person Lady Dianne — the lord of the castle — is?
Will she be a merry and lively person because she’s from the West? I hope our meeting goes well.
I’m sure I could offer everyone so much more help if I learned more about the Sage’s power.
Ah...... We’re set to depart in the afternoon, so I better hurry up and get ready.
(Knocking)
Akira: I’m inside~!
Arthur: Sir Sage. Do you have some time? I’d like to discuss something with you......
Akira: Arthur. Of course. I’ll come to the door now!
I open the door, greeted by the sight of Arthur, who has one cheek bandaged in gauze.
Akira: What happened!? Your face......
Arthur: That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, but......
(Footsteps)
Cain: Huh? Do I hear Arthur’s voice? I’m here to check in on Akira.
Cain shows up, looking all around him.
Because of his injury from the < Great Catastrophe >, Cain can’t see someone until he touches them.
Knowing that, Arthur always takes the initiative to make contact with Cain himself.
But today he remains rooted to the spot, his brows furrowed with distress.
I’m puzzled, but I quickly realize the reason for his hesitation.
Akira: (He doesn’t want to show Cain that he’s injured, because it would worry him......)
(But Arthur should be able to heal simple injuries. So why hasn’t he....?)
Arthur: Good morning, Cain. I’ll escort Sir Sage today, so don’t worry about it.
Cain: Really? Well, at least let me greet him properly.
Cain proffers his right hand; he doesn’t doubt for a second that Arthur will take it so he can say "good morning" back to him.
Arthur: ............
His brows lowered, Arthur agonizes briefly over whether or not to take his hand.
Chapter 9 << | index | >> Chapter 11