The past two days have been real tough for the seemingly hopeless fellow, Kiefer. Having himself defeated by the last minute of his match with the lady named Merloise, he could not feel less encouraged by the news of his possible reconsideration.
However, the waiting period deprived him of his opportunity to rest at the midst of the Academia's holiday.
With dark circles under his eyes and a ridiculously long face, he stared blankly on the bulletin board two meters away from the bench he is seated on. Much to his knowledge, the news on the Selection's final result must be posted on this notice wall.
But the staffs sure are taking too long.
This year marks his third and final take on the Selection as a participant, as mandated by the Council. Beyond this, he would have to give his hopes up and search for other professional career to proceed to.
The uncertainty and the image of his dearest wo
The late morning breeze caressed Tristan's skin with a slight touch of heat as he stroll down the garden's perimeter with Percy. Unlike the other fellow, the conclusion of his forenoon duties did not leave a mark of exhaustion in his face, well at least not today. He spent the night making up for the weeks he was away from his siblings, and slept the night together as they used to. Considering the depth of hell he had to go through for the past few weeks, anyone could tell he is at his best shape now. At the top of that, his mind seem to be at peace. He sighed upon inhaling a good amount of fresh and cold air. "Heard Thea and Johann's already at the Academia. Congratulations, dude, your siblings' are getting a step ahead of us now," Percy walked ahead of him, conveying his sincere words of felicitation. "All thanks to her," Tristan replied with a smile.
Thea, who has always been behaving as a timid and reserved child, seem to have found the place to bring about the joyful spirit in her. Hopping her way down the streets, the lovely girl has her eyes feasting on the million colours before her. Everything around charms her, as if they glow and shine just for her to see. After a countless store to store halt, the girl took an immediate turn into a flower shop, with her brothers behind her, simply following her lead. Her eyes were gleaming, mouth shaped like a circle, lacking the effort to suppress her awe. At first, she was hesitant to touch a petal she finds fascinating. But as her eyes meet the shopkeepers, earning a nod, her initial energy rose even more. "Brother! Would the Queen Regent like this?" Tristan turned and kneeled to examine the pot of white flowers with a yellow center she embraces in her little arms. "Daisies? Hmm. . I often see
With the consent of the Academia's mass-entitled 'Greatest Professor', Tristan was permitted to attend his siblings for the night. Shame to admit, he was quite disappointed that Thea was quick to fall into deep slumber just an hour after his arrival.On the positive side, he was glad she was showing a good sign of adjustment to her new environment.But looking at his brother, he sure had it tough than enjoyable."You seem worn out, Johann. Anything wrong?" Tristan asked, expressing his deep concern towards the miserable and visibly restless state of his younger brother.Johann's first day at the Academia surely did not proceed to his liking. Being completely unfamiliar of mystic arts in general, everything that was laid in front of him contributed nothing but confusion in his mind.Staring blankly at nowhere just a few seconds ago, Tristan's words kicked him off his pensive disposition."Everything is wrong! Arg
At a height comparable to that of the night's depth, Tristan's terror and distress reigns over his long history of being in a state of tranquility of choice. He has seen and became enslaved by the Lady's compelling power and dominance beforehand, yet the extremity of his fright this time is immeasureable - rather, boundless. It was all since that door, a few feet away from his face, opened for the first time since his forced arrival. Followed that was the notice - more of a forewarning - was spoken to him by someone he recognized as a staff of the Academia, who said; "Mister Miramond, is it? I have received a message from one of our professors, saying 'the lady is coming for you, consider yourself lucky, and this - an advanced expression of my condolences,' that is all." As heavily hinted by Sherfy's indirect caution, the poor soul immediately decoded the Lady's sentiment. 'She's going to kil
The tale of consecutive despairing events that doomed humanity spurred from the ascension of underworld monstrosities following the physical departure of Gods and Goddesses from the mortal world. Lacking any option left to turn the table around, turned to the apathetic divinities once more. Ties between the heavenly and the earthly remain severed, although assistance was provided under a certain condition — sacrifices. One maiden was to be chosen in each kingdom, who were agreed to be among the poorest peasants; burned and after three days, the figure of women were reformed from ashes. Incomparable power manifested within them, at the price unknown to the mortal beings. By the order of Gods, righteous and courageous heroes fought alongside them, having bestowed upon with a fair amount of divine energy.Demonic beasts retreated, being almost wiped out by the joint forces of the heroes and the selected ones. However, it turned out that the salvat
"Is Lady Serina Lourdemayne around? I was sent here to deliver a message from the King." Pulling the gate, the girl who seems to be aged around 10 motioned the man to enter. The trembling man swallowed his hesitation with a deep gulp and spoke a quick prayer in his mind. Surely his visit in this old mansion will be the talk of his colleagues for days, whether or not he'd make it back alive. "I assure you we do not keep any carnivorous creature here, Sir. Please do relax yourself." That short speech earned a little jump from the man and his anxiety rose rather than relieved. Knowing this won't do him any good, he calmed himself with a silent breathing exercise. Still at the state of unease, his eyes tried to wander around the labyrinth-like yard. His journey from the Palace to this remote place was a long one—crossing rivers, even a hill, and dark forests. This manor house's theme, being literally in the middle of the woods doesn't complime
"You and the King seem to have a very close relationship, Teacher."Those words, identified as neither a compliment or a sarcasm was heard but was not responded to."By the way Teacher, what is this curse you spoke about?" Even with complete awareness of what is currently going on her master's head, she did not hesitate to raise the question she believes won't let her sleep later on."Euphemia. . " Luckily, the answer is what's bothering her the entire trip, and as she reminisce that one particular event from the past, she spoke, ". . one of the three witches who once brought this country to ruin. It's hers. We sealed her power after her defeat, declaring victory as ours thereafter. However, unbeknowst to everyone, she killed herself and used her soul to activate it. Shame we were unable to figure it out 'til the next two rulers died from unknown causes before reaching the age of 30."Following a deep sigh, she raised her hand up to supp
Several years later. . .The whiteness of fine flour covering the rustic kitchen made it seem to look like a thick smoke from a hot spring, though it is no magnificent sight nor relaxing to see in the young baker's reality. A violent yelling from a familiar antagonistic voice coming close to him brought chill down his spine, without actually uttering anything he spoke to himself, "Argh. . . what an early execution of this week's failure. . ." and with an aggressive expulsion of particle mixed air from his lungs, he cleared the atmosphere using the back of his hand, waving it back and forth."Tristan -- Argh! You just wasted a day worth of flour again, you freak!" the master baker, still fixing his half body apron came over after exactly witnessing the mishap of his apprentice from the window on his way to work.Dragging a pair of long handled broom and a dust shovel with him, he inclines half of his body in a very low bow of apology, "I am really sorry, I