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The Bonds We Formed, Like Magic | Chapter 19
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Rutile: Does he expect a lot from me?
Figaro: Mithra rarely protects others or follows orders for a mission.
What’s something that you rarely do, Rutile?
Rutile: ....Clean up the storage?
Figaro: You’ve just finished cleaning out the storage, a feat that you rarely accomplish. What do you want me to say?
Rutile: I want you to praise me and say, you did a lot of work today, good job..... Ah. I see.
So for Mister Mithra, not fighting someone is a lot of work......
Figaro: I think so.
What counts as a lot of work varies from person to person. When something is easy for you, it makes it hard to realize how difficult it can be for others.
So Mithra might be trying his best to handle a task that he isn’t familiar with.
Rutile: I might’ve been scolding him all this time.... I guess that’s why he said I was cold.
Figaro: All I do is scold him too. But he’s expressing his dissatisfaction to you because he wants you to spoil him, Rutile.
Because he thinks you’ll understand him. Because he wants you to understand him. Oh.... These fish look good.
Rutile: You’re right, they look delicious. They’re small and carrying eggs; plus, there are probably enough fish for everyone. Why don’t we get these?
Figaro: It’ll be a good snack for the wine. Do you want anything else?
Rutile: I want to try the flame shrimp and the sand cuttlefish. Someone at the bazaar told me that these were the seasonal specialties.
Figaro: Oh, yes, those are good. The squid ink is really flavorful — though I don’t know if it’ll suit the younger wizards’ tastes.
Rutile: Then let’s give it to Mister Shylock.
Figaro: It doesn’t sound rude when you say it, Rutile. If I said the same thing, I’d be waking a dormant volcano.
Rutile: That’s because you say things in such a teasing manner. You need to show respect to those who are older than you.
Figaro: Right. Shylock is older than me.
Rutile: Mister Shylock might not look it, but he is over 1500 years old, after all.
You’re not that old yet, right, Dr. Figaro? Your energy has yet to be born.
Figaro: My energy?
Rutile: Remember how you said harboring the same feelings for four hundred years is amazing?
Your four hundred years of energy have yet to come, Dr. Figaro.
Figaro: .............
You’re right.
The best has yet to come.
✦✧☾✧✦
Shopkeeper: .......!
Shopkeeper: The Northern wizards are here......!
Shopkeeper: Such overpowering magic......! Hurry and close up your shops, everyone!
Shopkeeper: They’ll take everything you have......! Quick, hide!
Mithra: ......Huh...... Looks like there’s no bazaar going on.
Bradley: Nope, not buying it.
Mithra: There’s no one around, and nothing’s open. There are even cobwebs on some stalls. Though I can sense fear in the air.
Owen: They’re probably concealing their presence. How rude......
Bradley: Don’t want to sell us anything? You think you can get away with that?
Snow: Hohoho. Don’t get mad, Bradley.
White: They were probably just terrified at the sight of us Northern wizards and went into hiding.
Snow: 3, 2, 1......
Snow & White: << Noscomnia >>
Shopkeeper: Whoa..... They found us!
Bradley: Hey, if it isn’t a candle shop. You’ve got some nice stuff lined up there.
Snow & White: << Noscomnia >>
Shopkeeper: Eeep......!
Owen: It’s a dried fruit stall. There’s a red mummified fruit. Which do you think tastes better: this fruit, or you once I turn you to stone?
Shopkeeper: P-p-p-p-please......! Have all you want!
Snow & White: << Noscomnia >>
Shopkeeper: Gyah......! Our spell unraveled!
Huh? Wait, it’s just two children! Don’t worry, they’re just kids!
Shopkeeper: No, no, no, you idiot! Haven’t you heard of the twins from the North!?
Shopkeeper: Aren’t they supposed to be scary old geezers? These two look like cute young boys.
Snow: That’s right.
White: We’re really cute.
Shopkeeper: No, no, no, they’re scary......
Mithra: << Arthim >>
Shopkeeper: Eeep......!
Mithra: There’s one hiding here too. You have pretty good curseworking tools lying around.
Shopkeeper: .......! ......That red hair...... Could you be.... Mithra......!?
Mithra: So what if I am?
Shopkeeper: Wow, it’s Mithra! You really exist! I got to meet you before I died! Yay! Please don’t kill me!!!
Mithra: Are you excited, or are you begging for your life? Make up your mind.
Bradley: Western wizards have no fear when they’re curious.
Shopkeeper: Um..... If I may ask..... Are you the Northern wizard Bradley......?
Bradley: Hah? Who said you could call me by name, brat.
Shopkeeper: I’m sorry.......!! I’ve been a huge fan since I read about you in a book, Boss......!
Bradley: Boss? You’re not one of my underlings. A book, you say...?
Shopkeeper: All twelve volumes of "The Rise and Decline of the Bandits of Death" that you wrote while imprisoned.
Bradley: I didn’t write that, and we never fucking declined!
Owen: Fufu. What a pain to have people say whatever they want about you, Bradley.
Passerby: Hey, did you see the Northern wizard Owen back there?
Passerby: Oh, I did! His red and blue eyes were sooo scary! They say he stole one from a lumberjack!
Owen: Who are they even talking about!!
Mithra: Did you steal it from a lumberjack?
Owen: No!
Snow: Hohoho. Rumors should be left to run around on their own.
White: Once you get to our age, you’re practically a living legend.
Mithra: Well, I don’t really care......
Passerby: So that’s the Northern wizard Mithra...... He looks so powerful, exactly what you’d expect from the world’s strongest wizard......
Mithra: Fufu.
Passerby: You’re wrong. The strongest wizard in the world is Oz. Mithra is below Oz.
Mithra: ............
Bradley: Oh boy, you went and said it.
Owen: Hey, you over there, you should hang a sign around your neck with "The Reason Borda Island Was Laid to Ruin" written on it.
Mithra: Hey......
I remembered something I have to do.
Snow: Mithra dear, calm down.
White: You’ve got a terrifying look in your eyes, Mithra dear.
Mithra: I’m going out for a while. Any complaints?
Snow & White: ............
We have none.
Mithra: << Arthim >>
Bradley: He went off.
Owen: Sure you want to leave him be?
Snow: Of course not!
White: Why didn’t you guys stop him!?
Bradley: Well, it’s not like you guys did either.
Snow: We’re elderly!
White: What makes you think we can win against Mithra!
Owen: Don’t sound so stuck-up about it.
I won’t stop him. Mithra should just do whatever he likes. We are Northern wizards.
It’s far stranger for us to be going along with meetings and barbecues.
White: Owen, where are you going?
Owen: It doesn’t matter. I’ll do as I please.
Spare me all of that crawling along the ground in a group.
Snow: Owen......!
White: Now Owen’s disappeared too.
Snow: How nice that our dear Bradley is a prisoner who has to carry out voluntary service....
Bradley: I’m doing that right now, aren’t I? We gotta deliver these ingredients that we bought to the kitchen.
I’ll take them up to the castle kitchens. If you wanna deal with those guys, do it on your own.
White: Come on! Bradley!
Snow: Won’t you help us!
Bradley: Man, just leave them. They’ll come back once they’ve blown off some steam.
There’s not enough space back at the magic headquarters. Neither Oz nor Mithra can stand living with each other.
Snow: But the sun will set soon. Mithra might take the chance to turn Oz into stone when he can’t use magic.
Bradley: He can’t. That’s why he’s so pissed.
Every time the sun sets, the man he’s always wanted to beat with his own hands turns into a powerless weakling — practically a newborn.
It doesn’t mean shit, defeating Oz when he’s in that state.
But just because that’s meaningless doesn’t mean we’re scrambling to go up to the guy in the dining hall and ask, "hey, can I eat next to you?" That’s just crazy.
If we’re not placing our lives on the line, then I don’t want to run into any of them. The same goes for Oz, Mithra, and Owen.
It’s not that I can’t stand them.
I’ve just been consumed with longing, like the desire of shooting a star under freezing skies.
Snow: Hmph.... That’s a sentiment I can relate to.
White: If we’re being honest, we want to witness it too: a serious confrontation to the death between Oz and Mithra.
Snow: It would be a delight to feast on the fine mana stone left behind in the scorched aftermath of their battle.
White: But I’ve grown weary of such mundane struggles. I’m a ghost, after all.
Bradley: Don’t play innocent. Living humans couldn't come close to the depths of your desire.
See you later.
Snow: Ah...... he went off.
Hmm...... First Oz, then Mithra: our authority has been slipping lately.
White: We shall have to devise more severe punishments.
Snow: It’s time for a round of discipline once we get back.
White: For now, let’s report this to the Sage.
Snow: Yes, let’s do that.
✦✧☾✧✦
Oz: ............
Mithra: ............
You can relax. I don’t plan on dragging this on until night.
I’ll turn you to stone with my own power.
Oz: I do not trust you.
Mithra: ............
Oz: Instead of me, you hurt Arthur.
Mithra: What of it? You remembered what it means to have me close by.
Tremble in fear of me.
Oz: You are the one who will remember what it means to tremble in fear.
Mithra: ............
Oz: I will end this before night falls.
Mithra: Bring it on.
Oz: ......The Sage and the children might worry if they see us fighting.
Let us decide this once and for all without drawing their attention.
Mithra: I see. I don’t really care either way. I’ll play along.
Oz: << Vox Nox >>
Mithra: << Arthim >>
(Splash of water)
✦✧☾✧✦
Mitile: Riquet!
Riquet: Mitile.
Mitile: Sorry for making you wait. Did you finish your shopping with everyone from Central?
Riquet: Yes. Prince Arthur bought me materials to assist in my study of magic.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro bought me a magic toy!
If you conjure up the image of a building while burying this wooden turtle under the sand, it’ll create a sand sculpture right from your mind.
Riquet: Wow! How intriguing. What kind of sandcastle shall we make?
Mitile: Let’s see.... I want to see where you used to live! Can you show me?
Riquet: Where I used to live...... How about my room back at the religious organization?
Mitile: Ah...... Yes.
Riquet: Let me try. Draw the image in my mind, and then bury the turtle in the sand......
I’ll chant my spell too, just to make sure it works.
<< Sunrotea Edif >>
Chapter 18 << | index | >> Chapter 20
Rutile: Does he expect a lot from me?
Figaro: Mithra rarely protects others or follows orders for a mission.
What’s something that you rarely do, Rutile?
Rutile: ....Clean up the storage?
Figaro: You’ve just finished cleaning out the storage, a feat that you rarely accomplish. What do you want me to say?
Rutile: I want you to praise me and say, you did a lot of work today, good job..... Ah. I see.
So for Mister Mithra, not fighting someone is a lot of work......
Figaro: I think so.
What counts as a lot of work varies from person to person. When something is easy for you, it makes it hard to realize how difficult it can be for others.
So Mithra might be trying his best to handle a task that he isn’t familiar with.
Rutile: I might’ve been scolding him all this time.... I guess that’s why he said I was cold.
Figaro: All I do is scold him too. But he’s expressing his dissatisfaction to you because he wants you to spoil him, Rutile.
Because he thinks you’ll understand him. Because he wants you to understand him. Oh.... These fish look good.
Rutile: You’re right, they look delicious. They’re small and carrying eggs; plus, there are probably enough fish for everyone. Why don’t we get these?
Figaro: It’ll be a good snack for the wine. Do you want anything else?
Rutile: I want to try the flame shrimp and the sand cuttlefish. Someone at the bazaar told me that these were the seasonal specialties.
Figaro: Oh, yes, those are good. The squid ink is really flavorful — though I don’t know if it’ll suit the younger wizards’ tastes.
Rutile: Then let’s give it to Mister Shylock.
Figaro: It doesn’t sound rude when you say it, Rutile. If I said the same thing, I’d be waking a dormant volcano.
Rutile: That’s because you say things in such a teasing manner. You need to show respect to those who are older than you.
Figaro: Right. Shylock is older than me.
Rutile: Mister Shylock might not look it, but he is over 1500 years old, after all.
You’re not that old yet, right, Dr. Figaro? Your energy has yet to be born.
Figaro: My energy?
Rutile: Remember how you said harboring the same feelings for four hundred years is amazing?
Your four hundred years of energy have yet to come, Dr. Figaro.
Figaro: .............
You’re right.
The best has yet to come.
✦✧☾✧✦
Shopkeeper: .......!
Shopkeeper: The Northern wizards are here......!
Shopkeeper: Such overpowering magic......! Hurry and close up your shops, everyone!
Shopkeeper: They’ll take everything you have......! Quick, hide!
Mithra: ......Huh...... Looks like there’s no bazaar going on.
Bradley: Nope, not buying it.
Mithra: There’s no one around, and nothing’s open. There are even cobwebs on some stalls. Though I can sense fear in the air.
Owen: They’re probably concealing their presence. How rude......
Bradley: Don’t want to sell us anything? You think you can get away with that?
Snow: Hohoho. Don’t get mad, Bradley.
White: They were probably just terrified at the sight of us Northern wizards and went into hiding.
Snow: 3, 2, 1......
Snow & White: << Noscomnia >>
Shopkeeper: Whoa..... They found us!
Bradley: Hey, if it isn’t a candle shop. You’ve got some nice stuff lined up there.
Snow & White: << Noscomnia >>
Shopkeeper: Eeep......!
Owen: It’s a dried fruit stall. There’s a red mummified fruit. Which do you think tastes better: this fruit, or you once I turn you to stone?
Shopkeeper: P-p-p-p-please......! Have all you want!
Snow & White: << Noscomnia >>
Shopkeeper: Gyah......! Our spell unraveled!
Huh? Wait, it’s just two children! Don’t worry, they’re just kids!
Shopkeeper: No, no, no, you idiot! Haven’t you heard of the twins from the North!?
Shopkeeper: Aren’t they supposed to be scary old geezers? These two look like cute young boys.
Snow: That’s right.
White: We’re really cute.
Shopkeeper: No, no, no, they’re scary......
Mithra: << Arthim >>
Shopkeeper: Eeep......!
Mithra: There’s one hiding here too. You have pretty good curseworking tools lying around.
Shopkeeper: .......! ......That red hair...... Could you be.... Mithra......!?
Mithra: So what if I am?
Shopkeeper: Wow, it’s Mithra! You really exist! I got to meet you before I died! Yay! Please don’t kill me!!!
Mithra: Are you excited, or are you begging for your life? Make up your mind.
Bradley: Western wizards have no fear when they’re curious.
Shopkeeper: Um..... If I may ask..... Are you the Northern wizard Bradley......?
Bradley: Hah? Who said you could call me by name, brat.
Shopkeeper: I’m sorry.......!! I’ve been a huge fan since I read about you in a book, Boss......!
Bradley: Boss? You’re not one of my underlings. A book, you say...?
Shopkeeper: All twelve volumes of "The Rise and Decline of the Bandits of Death" that you wrote while imprisoned.
Bradley: I didn’t write that, and we never fucking declined!
Owen: Fufu. What a pain to have people say whatever they want about you, Bradley.
Passerby: Hey, did you see the Northern wizard Owen back there?
Passerby: Oh, I did! His red and blue eyes were sooo scary! They say he stole one from a lumberjack!
Owen: Who are they even talking about!!
Mithra: Did you steal it from a lumberjack?
Owen: No!
Snow: Hohoho. Rumors should be left to run around on their own.
White: Once you get to our age, you’re practically a living legend.
Mithra: Well, I don’t really care......
Passerby: So that’s the Northern wizard Mithra...... He looks so powerful, exactly what you’d expect from the world’s strongest wizard......
Mithra: Fufu.
Passerby: You’re wrong. The strongest wizard in the world is Oz. Mithra is below Oz.
Mithra: ............
Bradley: Oh boy, you went and said it.
Owen: Hey, you over there, you should hang a sign around your neck with "The Reason Borda Island Was Laid to Ruin" written on it.
Mithra: Hey......
I remembered something I have to do.
Snow: Mithra dear, calm down.
White: You’ve got a terrifying look in your eyes, Mithra dear.
Mithra: I’m going out for a while. Any complaints?
Snow & White: ............
We have none.
Mithra: << Arthim >>
Bradley: He went off.
Owen: Sure you want to leave him be?
Snow: Of course not!
White: Why didn’t you guys stop him!?
Bradley: Well, it’s not like you guys did either.
Snow: We’re elderly!
White: What makes you think we can win against Mithra!
Owen: Don’t sound so stuck-up about it.
I won’t stop him. Mithra should just do whatever he likes. We are Northern wizards.
It’s far stranger for us to be going along with meetings and barbecues.
White: Owen, where are you going?
Owen: It doesn’t matter. I’ll do as I please.
Spare me all of that crawling along the ground in a group.
Snow: Owen......!
White: Now Owen’s disappeared too.
Snow: How nice that our dear Bradley is a prisoner who has to carry out voluntary service....
Bradley: I’m doing that right now, aren’t I? We gotta deliver these ingredients that we bought to the kitchen.
I’ll take them up to the castle kitchens. If you wanna deal with those guys, do it on your own.
White: Come on! Bradley!
Snow: Won’t you help us!
Bradley: Man, just leave them. They’ll come back once they’ve blown off some steam.
There’s not enough space back at the magic headquarters. Neither Oz nor Mithra can stand living with each other.
Snow: But the sun will set soon. Mithra might take the chance to turn Oz into stone when he can’t use magic.
Bradley: He can’t. That’s why he’s so pissed.
Every time the sun sets, the man he’s always wanted to beat with his own hands turns into a powerless weakling — practically a newborn.
It doesn’t mean shit, defeating Oz when he’s in that state.
But just because that’s meaningless doesn’t mean we’re scrambling to go up to the guy in the dining hall and ask, "hey, can I eat next to you?" That’s just crazy.
If we’re not placing our lives on the line, then I don’t want to run into any of them. The same goes for Oz, Mithra, and Owen.
It’s not that I can’t stand them.
I’ve just been consumed with longing, like the desire of shooting a star under freezing skies.
Snow: Hmph.... That’s a sentiment I can relate to.
White: If we’re being honest, we want to witness it too: a serious confrontation to the death between Oz and Mithra.
Snow: It would be a delight to feast on the fine mana stone left behind in the scorched aftermath of their battle.
White: But I’ve grown weary of such mundane struggles. I’m a ghost, after all.
Bradley: Don’t play innocent. Living humans couldn't come close to the depths of your desire.
See you later.
Snow: Ah...... he went off.
Hmm...... First Oz, then Mithra: our authority has been slipping lately.
White: We shall have to devise more severe punishments.
Snow: It’s time for a round of discipline once we get back.
White: For now, let’s report this to the Sage.
Snow: Yes, let’s do that.
✦✧☾✧✦
Oz: ............
Mithra: ............
You can relax. I don’t plan on dragging this on until night.
I’ll turn you to stone with my own power.
Oz: I do not trust you.
Mithra: ............
Oz: Instead of me, you hurt Arthur.
Mithra: What of it? You remembered what it means to have me close by.
Tremble in fear of me.
Oz: You are the one who will remember what it means to tremble in fear.
Mithra: ............
Oz: I will end this before night falls.
Mithra: Bring it on.
Oz: ......The Sage and the children might worry if they see us fighting.
Let us decide this once and for all without drawing their attention.
Mithra: I see. I don’t really care either way. I’ll play along.
Oz: << Vox Nox >>
Mithra: << Arthim >>
(Splash of water)
✦✧☾✧✦
Mitile: Riquet!
Riquet: Mitile.
Mitile: Sorry for making you wait. Did you finish your shopping with everyone from Central?
Riquet: Yes. Prince Arthur bought me materials to assist in my study of magic.
Mitile: Dr. Figaro bought me a magic toy!
If you conjure up the image of a building while burying this wooden turtle under the sand, it’ll create a sand sculpture right from your mind.
Riquet: Wow! How intriguing. What kind of sandcastle shall we make?
Mitile: Let’s see.... I want to see where you used to live! Can you show me?
Riquet: Where I used to live...... How about my room back at the religious organization?
Mitile: Ah...... Yes.
Riquet: Let me try. Draw the image in my mind, and then bury the turtle in the sand......
I’ll chant my spell too, just to make sure it works.
<< Sunrotea Edif >>
Chapter 18 << | index | >> Chapter 20