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That wretched girl.
Lilianne wiped her fake tears with a napkin, as tentatively as she could. Some young men approached to console her—and straightaway, she realized that she garnered unnecessary companions. Men, with no name and no elegance. Lilianne sipped on her tea as she smiles at these men. "I would like to be alone now. Thank you very much."
Lilianne knew that she need not to be polite to these nameless cretins. Commoners are nothing to her and are in no way beneficiary other than lowly servants. Lilianne Disfiegro's fake tears dried so quickly as if she didn't cry in the first place. Her mother, Luna Disfiegro, taught her how to bewitch people at such a young age, to the point it all came naturally. Too naturally.
Lilianne crossed her legs as the waitresses cleaned up the leftovers that fell to the floor.
Faustina Feuerlon had left.
However… Lilianne still felt no satisfaction. Faustina did leave with a funny expression painted over her face, but she didn't react initially the way Lilianne wanted her to. Usually, higher nobles would preserve their pride most of the time. Lilianne half-expected Faustina to slap her—and if she does that, her reputation would hit rock bottom. That is what Lilianne would want. Of course, she wouldn't sacrifice her face, so she would try to stop it by acting like a damsel when that transpires.
But then, Faustina only walked away with her dirty dress.
"I can't say that was satisfying," Lilianne mumbled to herself as she sips on tea. "Well. It's good enough."
The waitress then ambled towards Lilianne's table, offering her a dessert.
"We deeply apologize. This is in the house."
Lilianne raised her brow. "I already finished my food, didn't I?" her tone was a tad sarcastic, which sent the waitress clearly taken-aback and fl.u.s.tered. Lili, who eats her food primly, couldn't eat dessert that looks too jam-packed.
"I—um—" The waitress stutters.
"Is there a problem, My Lady?"
Lilianne then shifted her glance to the man who just arrived. "Are you the chef?"
For a chef, the man looked handsome with a lean built. Lilianne crossed her arms, putting emphasis on her bosom. But the chef who came didn't even look fazed over Lilianne's alluring face. Lilianne then smirks to herself.
"Why am I given such a heavy dessert?" Lilianne exclaimed. "I appreciate the thought, but I think the chef made such a rash choice."
It was true.
Pudding a la mode consists of a crème caramel, whipped cream, ice cream, and fruits. That is too heavy for Lilianne, who sighed in return. The top cooks in Feuersturm would shake their heads with such an amateurish mistake.
"The desert is specially made from modified ingredients cultivated in Magierstadt's research facility." The chef exclaimed.
Lilianne could see from her peripheral how the people whispered to themselves about how the chef personally came to Lilianne. This only made Lilianne's confidence in spring high.
Of course, she is Lilianne Disfiegro. Feuersturm's future queen, who holds beauty, influence, and fame.
"Have a taste and see for yourself." The chef said with a smile.
Lilianne did so. And the chef was right, the pudding felt like it melted in her mouth, making her eat more. Soon she halved the portion without feeling full.
"I'll let you enjoy your meal." The chef exclaimed, bowing to Lilianne.
And unbeknownst to her,
The chef smiled to himself.
"Fool."
**
"An undercover investigation?" Orwell asked.
"Yes. The king finally returned from the dungeon, but I am yet to find the Vice-captain's cure. I believe we can try to do an undercover search in Magierstadt to the clue about the Vice-captain's state while also abiding by the king's plan. You know Magierstadt best, so we would like to have you to our side."
--
Sheila had invited Orwell into a sudden investigation into the magic country. Orwell, who decided it would also be a good change of air after being stuck in his laboratory for days. He was still in the middle of researching the things Faustina said to him, and so far his progress was conspicuously slow. It felt as if he was missing something. Like a key element or vital information… however, he can't pinpoint what the missing piece is.
So he agreed to Sheila's request—well, even if he was a Lotheringwood now and had his own island, he was still considered to be a citizen of Feuersturm. He would still need to abide by Feuersturm's law—and that law includes having the king as the central figure for absolute obedience. Citizens are obliged to obey the imperial family's decision. So, even though Sheila, the High Priestess who is the closest aide of the king, 'requested' for Orwell, he knew he didn't have much authority to reject it.
And it's not like he wants to.
Along the way, after all, he decided he would pay Faustina a visit.
'We will be glamoured and go to the country as different people. The king will conceal himself, so you don't need to worry about us.'
Although Orwell was enthralled over the fact that Sheila was able to break Magierstadt's magic system, he still felt anxious. Magierstadt, after all, has a system powered by dozens of magicians. Breaking through the system isn't as easy.
"Don't worry about it." The priestess asserted. "I am not a high priestess for nothing."
--
"Orwell Lotheringwood…!"
Orwell was crowded with citizens and tourists alike. He smiled at them, but the more he responded to their inquiries, the more he found it harder to escape.
"I must apologize, I have other matters to attend to," Orwell exclaimed, trying to break away from the people around him.
"It's alright, right? It's been a while ever since you last came here!"
"Can I have your autograph over my spellbook!?"
"Wait, isn't that blasphemous—" Orwell stopped as more people kept on coming.
And that's when his eyes darted towards a familiar face.
Surely, he can save him.
There's no other choice.
"E-Ezekiel Unsterblich!"
**
Anakin stares at that familiar figure. Of course, he knew him. Whenever his elder brother, Ruenti, would come home, he would always go on and about the prodigy of his generation.
Orwell Moscow—or now, Orwell Lotheringwood. Although he still isn't as close as the all time prodigy, Eulalia Fortunatorum, he had notable achievements of his own. Many people, both from Zuerst and Zweite alike, knew the name Lotheringwood very well. Seeing Orwell in person made Anakin think of the possibilities of the opportunities he can have if he was in Ianua I.
If he was in the first Ianua… would he turn out to be as great as him?
Anakin dreamed of surpassing his elder brother, who was in the second Ianua.
The entire place was livelier than ever. A firefly pass through Orwell's glasses.
So this was what a mage with so much achievement looks like.
Anakin initially thought that Orwell, who was a lower noble, would have such little opportunities and recognition given he was not in a well-known household, and it if weren't for his mother, he would have no difference from commoners… but then he paved his own path with his own strength.
And surpassed even Lucas Feuerlon.
His efforts, and his strengths brought him to where he is now.
"Ezekiel Unsterblich!"
Anakin blinked as Orwell ambled his way towards them. Ezekiel, who was—for a moment—taken aback, immediately knew what Orwell was going for. He gained composure and then smiled gently to the people. The citizens and tourists, who instantaneously recognized who Ezekiel was, based on his features, bowed their head as to give respect.
Ezekiel turned to Orwell.
"It seems like you are very popular, Mister Lotheringwood." Ezekiel exclaimed, dismissing the people as he gestures them to continue with their activities.
"No way," Orwell chuckled. "It's a pleasure to see you here. What a pleasant coincidence, indeed."
Orwell, who seemed to notice Anakin's gaze, gave him a smile.
"Lord Disfiegro," Orwell smiled.
"Lord Lotheringwood."
Given they are in equal ranks, they need not bow to each other.
"How is your brother faring?" Orwell asked.
'He knew my brother?' "He's doing well, thank you."
"Ruenti has been a good constituent to my researches." Orwell smiled. He then turned to Ezekiel. "I'm surprised you two are together. Is it to know the sister better?"
It was well-known in high society how Ezekiel favored Lilianne. Some claimed it's just sisterly affection, while others claimed otherwise. And Anakin knows it is definitely the latter… for now. But Orwell didn't seem to know that.
"We're just talking about Faustina." Ezekiel said.
Anakin blinked.
He stares at Ezekiel, with a big question mark over his face. What would Orwell Lotheringwood have to do with Faustina?
"Faustina?" Orwell exclaimed.
"He means a girl we're—"
"She's with us," Ezekiel smiled.
"Really!?" Orwell beamed, which made Anakin perplexed even more to his reaction. "Where can I see her? I was about to visit her at the dorm for later."
"She's in Firefly Feast." Ezekiel answered. "Shall we go together?"
"I gladly accept."
The two then walked ahead, leaving Anakin in sheer confusion.
"…What?"
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That wretched girl.
Lilianne wiped her fake tears with a napkin, as tentatively as she could. Some young men approached to console her—and straightaway, she realized that she garnered unnecessary companions. Men, with no name and no elegance. Lilianne sipped on her tea as she smiles at these men. "I would like to be alone now. Thank you very much."
Lilianne knew that she need not to be polite to these nameless cretins. Commoners are nothing to her and are in no way beneficiary other than lowly servants. Lilianne Disfiegro's fake tears dried so quickly as if she didn't cry in the first place. Her mother, Luna Disfiegro, taught her how to bewitch people at such a young age, to the point it all came naturally. Too naturally.
Lilianne crossed her legs as the waitresses cleaned up the leftovers that fell to the floor.
Faustina Feuerlon had left.
However… Lilianne still felt no satisfaction. Faustina did leave with a funny expression painted over her face, but she didn't react initially the way Lilianne wanted her to. Usually, higher nobles would preserve their pride most of the time. Lilianne half-expected Faustina to slap her—and if she does that, her reputation would hit rock bottom. That is what Lilianne would want. Of course, she wouldn't sacrifice her face, so she would try to stop it by acting like a damsel when that transpires.
But then, Faustina only walked away with her dirty dress.
"I can't say that was satisfying," Lilianne mumbled to herself as she sips on tea. "Well. It's good enough."
The waitress then ambled towards Lilianne's table, offering her a dessert.
"We deeply apologize. This is in the house."
Lilianne raised her brow. "I already finished my food, didn't I?" her tone was a tad sarcastic, which sent the waitress clearly taken-aback and fl.u.s.tered. Lili, who eats her food primly, couldn't eat dessert that looks too jam-packed.
"I—um—" The waitress stutters.
"Is there a problem, My Lady?"
Lilianne then shifted her glance to the man who just arrived. "Are you the chef?"
For a chef, the man looked handsome with a lean built. Lilianne crossed her arms, putting emphasis on her bosom. But the chef who came didn't even look fazed over Lilianne's alluring face. Lilianne then smirks to herself.
"Why am I given such a heavy dessert?" Lilianne exclaimed. "I appreciate the thought, but I think the chef made such a rash choice."
It was true.
Pudding a la mode consists of a crème caramel, whipped cream, ice cream, and fruits. That is too heavy for Lilianne, who sighed in return. The top cooks in Feuersturm would shake their heads with such an amateurish mistake.
"The desert is specially made from modified ingredients cultivated in Magierstadt's research facility." The chef exclaimed.
Lilianne could see from her peripheral how the people whispered to themselves about how the chef personally came to Lilianne. This only made Lilianne's confidence in spring high.
Of course, she is Lilianne Disfiegro. Feuersturm's future queen, who holds beauty, influence, and fame.
"Have a taste and see for yourself." The chef said with a smile.
Lilianne did so. And the chef was right, the pudding felt like it melted in her mouth, making her eat more. Soon she halved the portion without feeling full.
"I'll let you enjoy your meal." The chef exclaimed, bowing to Lilianne.
And unbeknownst to her,
The chef smiled to himself.
"Fool."
**
"An undercover investigation?" Orwell asked.
"Yes. The king finally returned from the dungeon, but I am yet to find the Vice-captain's cure. I believe we can try to do an undercover search in Magierstadt to the clue about the Vice-captain's state while also abiding by the king's plan. You know Magierstadt best, so we would like to have you to our side."
--
Sheila had invited Orwell into a sudden investigation into the magic country. Orwell, who decided it would also be a good change of air after being stuck in his laboratory for days. He was still in the middle of researching the things Faustina said to him, and so far his progress was conspicuously slow. It felt as if he was missing something. Like a key element or vital information… however, he can't pinpoint what the missing piece is.
So he agreed to Sheila's request—well, even if he was a Lotheringwood now and had his own island, he was still considered to be a citizen of Feuersturm. He would still need to abide by Feuersturm's law—and that law includes having the king as the central figure for absolute obedience. Citizens are obliged to obey the imperial family's decision. So, even though Sheila, the High Priestess who is the closest aide of the king, 'requested' for Orwell, he knew he didn't have much authority to reject it.
And it's not like he wants to.
Along the way, after all, he decided he would pay Faustina a visit.
'We will be glamoured and go to the country as different people. The king will conceal himself, so you don't need to worry about us.'
Although Orwell was enthralled over the fact that Sheila was able to break Magierstadt's magic system, he still felt anxious. Magierstadt, after all, has a system powered by dozens of magicians. Breaking through the system isn't as easy.
"Don't worry about it." The priestess asserted. "I am not a high priestess for nothing."
--
"Orwell Lotheringwood…!"
Orwell was crowded with citizens and tourists alike. He smiled at them, but the more he responded to their inquiries, the more he found it harder to escape.
"I must apologize, I have other matters to attend to," Orwell exclaimed, trying to break away from the people around him.
"It's alright, right? It's been a while ever since you last came here!"
"Can I have your autograph over my spellbook!?"
"Wait, isn't that blasphemous—" Orwell stopped as more people kept on coming.
And that's when his eyes darted towards a familiar face.
Surely, he can save him.
There's no other choice.
"E-Ezekiel Unsterblich!"
**
Anakin stares at that familiar figure. Of course, he knew him. Whenever his elder brother, Ruenti, would come home, he would always go on and about the prodigy of his generation.
Orwell Moscow—or now, Orwell Lotheringwood. Although he still isn't as close as the all time prodigy, Eulalia Fortunatorum, he had notable achievements of his own. Many people, both from Zuerst and Zweite alike, knew the name Lotheringwood very well. Seeing Orwell in person made Anakin think of the possibilities of the opportunities he can have if he was in Ianua I.
If he was in the first Ianua… would he turn out to be as great as him?
Anakin dreamed of surpassing his elder brother, who was in the second Ianua.
The entire place was livelier than ever. A firefly pass through Orwell's glasses.
So this was what a mage with so much achievement looks like.
Anakin initially thought that Orwell, who was a lower noble, would have such little opportunities and recognition given he was not in a well-known household, and it if weren't for his mother, he would have no difference from commoners… but then he paved his own path with his own strength.
And surpassed even Lucas Feuerlon.
His efforts, and his strengths brought him to where he is now.
"Ezekiel Unsterblich!"
Anakin blinked as Orwell ambled his way towards them. Ezekiel, who was—for a moment—taken aback, immediately knew what Orwell was going for. He gained composure and then smiled gently to the people. The citizens and tourists, who instantaneously recognized who Ezekiel was, based on his features, bowed their head as to give respect.
Ezekiel turned to Orwell.
"It seems like you are very popular, Mister Lotheringwood." Ezekiel exclaimed, dismissing the people as he gestures them to continue with their activities.
"No way," Orwell chuckled. "It's a pleasure to see you here. What a pleasant coincidence, indeed."
Orwell, who seemed to notice Anakin's gaze, gave him a smile.
"Lord Disfiegro," Orwell smiled.
"Lord Lotheringwood."
Given they are in equal ranks, they need not bow to each other.
"How is your brother faring?" Orwell asked.
'He knew my brother?' "He's doing well, thank you."
"Ruenti has been a good constituent to my researches." Orwell smiled. He then turned to Ezekiel. "I'm surprised you two are together. Is it to know the sister better?"
It was well-known in high society how Ezekiel favored Lilianne. Some claimed it's just sisterly affection, while others claimed otherwise. And Anakin knows it is definitely the latter… for now. But Orwell didn't seem to know that.
"We're just talking about Faustina." Ezekiel said.
Anakin blinked.
He stares at Ezekiel, with a big question mark over his face. What would Orwell Lotheringwood have to do with Faustina?
"Faustina?" Orwell exclaimed.
"He means a girl we're—"
"She's with us," Ezekiel smiled.
"Really!?" Orwell beamed, which made Anakin perplexed even more to his reaction. "Where can I see her? I was about to visit her at the dorm for later."
"She's in Firefly Feast." Ezekiel answered. "Shall we go together?"
"I gladly accept."
The two then walked ahead, leaving Anakin in sheer confusion.
"…What?"
That wretched girl. Lilianne wiped her fake tears with a napkin, as tentatively as she could. Some young men approached to console herand straightaway, she realized that she garnered unnecessary companions. Men, with no name and no elegance. Lilianne sipped on her tea as she smiles at these men. "I would like to be alone now. Thank you very much." Lilianne knew that she need not to be polite to these nameless cretins. Commoners are nothing to her and are in no way beneficiary other than lowly servants. Lilianne Disfiegro's fake tears dried so quickly as if she didn't cry in the first place. Her mother, Luna Disfiegro, taught her how to bewitch people at such a young age, to the point it all came naturally. Too naturally. Lilianne crossed her legs as the waitresses cleaned up the leftovers that fell to the floor. Faustina Feuerlon had left. However Lilianne still felt no satisfaction. Faustina did leave with a funny expression painted over her face, but she didn't react initially the way Lilianne wanted her to. Usually, higher nobles would preserve their pride most of the time. Lilianne half-expected Faustina to slap herand if she does that, her reputation would hit rock bottom. That is what Lilianne would want. Of course, she wouldn't sacrifice her face, so she would try to stop it by acting like a damsel when that transpires. But then, Faustina only walked away with her dirty dress. "I can't say that was satisfying," Lilianne mumbled to herself as she sips on tea. "Well. It's good enough." The waitress then ambled towards Lilianne's table, offering her a dessert. "We deeply apologize. This is in the house." Lilianne raised her brow. "I already finished my food, didn't I?" her tone was a tad sarcastic, which sent the waitress clearly taken-aback and fl.u.s.tered. Lili, who eats her food primly, couldn't eat dessert that looks too jam-packed. "Ium" The waitress stutters. "Is there a problem, My Lady?" Lilianne then shifted her glance to the man who just arrived. "Are you the chef?" For a chef, the man looked handsome with a lean built. Lilianne crossed her arms, putting emphasis on her bosom. But the chef who came didn't even look fazed over Lilianne's alluring face. Lilianne then smirks to herself. "Why am I given such a heavy dessert?" Lilianne exclaimed. "I appreciate the thought, but I think the chef made such a rash choice." It was true. Pudding a la mode consists of a crme caramel, whipped cream, ice cream, and fruits. That is too heavy for Lilianne, who sighed in return. The top cooks in Feuersturm would shake their heads with such an amateurish mistake. "The desert is specially made from modified ingredients cultivated in Magierstadt's research facility." The chef exclaimed. Lilianne could see from her peripheral how the people whispered to themselves about how the chef personally came to Lilianne. This only made Lilianne's confidence in spring high. Of course, she is Lilianne Disfiegro. Feuersturm's future queen, who holds beauty, influence, and fame. "Have a taste and see for yourself." The chef said with a smile. Lilianne did so. And the chef was right, the pudding felt like it melted in her mouth, making her eat more. Soon she halved the portion without feeling full. "I'll let you enjoy your meal." The chef exclaimed, bowing to Lilianne. And unbeknownst to her, The chef smiled to himself. "Fool." ** "An undercover investigation?" Orwell asked. "Yes. The king finally returned from the dungeon, but I am yet to find the Vice-captain's cure. I believe we can try to do an undercover search in Magierstadt to the clue about the Vice-captain's state while also abiding by the king's plan. You know Magierstadt best, so we would like to have you to our side." -- Sheila had invited Orwell into a sudden investigation into the magic country. Orwell, who decided it would also be a good change of air after being stuck in his laboratory for days. He was still in the middle of researching the things Faustina said to him, and so far his progress was conspicuously slow. It felt as if he was missing something. Like a key element or vital information however, he can't pinpoint what the missing piece is. So he agreed to Sheila's requestwell, even if he was a Lotheringwood now and had his own island, he was still considered to be a citizen of Feuersturm. He would still need to abide by Feuersturm's lawand that law includes having the king as the central figure for absolute obedience. Citizens are obliged to obey the imperial family's decision. So, even though Sheila, the High Priestess who is the closest aide of the king, 'requested' for Orwell, he knew he didn't have much authority to reject it. And it's not like he wants to. Along the way, after all, he decided he would pay Faustina a visit. 'We will be glamoured and go to the country as different people. The king will conceal himself, so you don't need to worry about us.' Although Orwell was enthralled over the fact that Sheila was able to break Magierstadt's magic system, he still felt anxious. Magierstadt, after all, has a system powered by dozens of magicians. Breaking through the system isn't as easy. "Don't worry about it." The priestess asserted. "I am not a high priestess for nothing." -- "Orwell Lotheringwood!" Orwell was crowded with citizens and tourists alike. He smiled at them, but the more he responded to their inquiries, the more he found it harder to escape. "I must apologize, I have other matters to attend to," Orwell exclaimed, trying to break away from the people around him. "It's alright, right? It's been a while ever since you last came here!" "Can I have your autograph over my spellbook!?" "Wait, isn't that blasphemous" Orwell stopped as more people kept on coming. And that's when his eyes darted towards a familiar face. Surely, he can save him. There's no other choice. "E-Ezekiel Unsterblich!" ** Anakin stares at that familiar figure. Of course, he knew him. Whenever his elder brother, Ruenti, would come home, he would always go on and about the prodigy of his generation. Orwell Moscowor now, Orwell Lotheringwood. Although he still isn't as close as the all time prodigy, Eulalia Fortunatorum, he had notable achievements of his own. Many people, both from Zuerst and Zweite alike, knew the name Lotheringwood very well. Seeing Orwell in person made Anakin think of the possibilities of the opportunities he can have if he was in Ianua I. If he was in the first Ianua would he turn out to be as great as him? Anakin dreamed of surpassing his elder brother, who was in the second Ianua. The entire place was livelier than ever. A firefly pass through Orwell's glasses. So this was what a mage with so much achievement looks like. Anakin initially thought that Orwell, who was a lower noble, would have such little opportunities and recognition given he was not in a well-known household, and it if weren't for his mother, he would have no difference from commoners but then he paved his own path with his own strength. And surpassed even Lucas Feuerlon. His efforts, and his strengths brought him to where he is now. "Ezekiel Unsterblich!" Anakin blinked as Orwell ambled his way towards them. Ezekiel, who wasfor a momenttaken aback, immediately knew what Orwell was going for. He gained composure and then smiled gently to the people. The citizens and tourists, who instantaneously recognized who Ezekiel was, based on his features, bowed their head as to give respect. Ezekiel turned to Orwell. "It seems like you are very popular, Mister Lotheringwood." Ezekiel exclaimed, dismissing the people as he gestures them to continue with their activities. "No way," Orwell chuckled. "It's a pleasure to see you here. What a pleasant coincidence, indeed." Orwell, who seemed to notice Anakin's gaze, gave him a smile. "Lord Disfiegro," Orwell smiled. "Lord Lotheringwood." Given they are in equal ranks, they need not bow to each other. "How is your brother faring?" Orwell asked. 'He knew my brother?' "He's doing well, thank you." "Ruenti has been a good constituent to my researches." Orwell smiled. He then turned to Ezekiel. "I'm surprised you two are together. Is it to know the sister better?" It was well-known in high society how Ezekiel favored Lilianne. Some claimed it's just sisterly affection, while others claimed otherwise. And Anakin knows it is definitely the latter for now. But Orwell didn't seem to know that. "We're just talking about Faustina." Ezekiel said. Anakin blinked. He stares at Ezekiel, with a big question mark over his face. What would Orwell Lotheringwood have to do with Faustina? "Faustina?" Orwell exclaimed. "He means a girl we're" "She's with us," Ezekiel smiled. "Really!?" Orwell beamed, which made Anakin perplexed even more to his reaction. "Where can I see her? I was about to visit her at the dorm for later." "She's in Firefly Feast." Ezekiel answered. "Shall we go together?" "I gladly accept." The two then walked ahead, leaving Anakin in sheer confusion. "What?"
