Capítulo 3: Misconception
Authors note:
I have realized that, despite how good the show Black Clover is, I never encountered a Fic for this Shonen on these sites. The magical world of Black Clover is vast, and it's indeed interesting to expand. Please keep in mind that this story will be considered as AU. As I would want to expand the magic system and the society of this verse. It made me think that if everyone had magic - what kind of world would this world be? Other than being a Magic Knight - what are other professions people would take? What kind of economy does the Clover Kingdom have? Most of the time, in the novel, the M Knights mainly focused on extinguishing the fire, saving civilians, and fighting terrorists. I would like this fic to tackle societal effects of having everyone have magic, drawbacks, and benefits compared to the world we live in.
So, back to the story…
Chapter One < Misconception>
Winners, Abiel noted. They were the winners. Always the winner whenever he is. Be it in his former reality, historical figures, and in this unique power wank circumstances he's in. He noted that be it in lineage, luck, and distinguished background - they were winners. People call them nobles. Without a doubt, people believed that nobles were winners. They worship them. They call them leaders.
Abiel and his father stood on the sides. A toque hat and pristine white apron adorn both of them. He, alongside Soranon, has been in this spot for more than twenty-five minutes. He couldn't deny that they looked more than servants there as they wait for their masters to finish their meal. He bit his lip. The girl was seated on a chair with crossed legs. Her cold blue eyes were stern, truly fixated on nibbling the fried meat. She punctured and tore a piece of the chicken leg using the fork.
Her gaze peered on the piece of meat. She smiled and gobbled it up and in no time - swallowed it whole.
"Delicious ~"
Abiel couldn't halt his scowl. He couldn't admit more that he's surprised by this development. A noble with some significant background came to their small restaurant - to dine in - truly the world might be insane. During his short stay in the Clover verse, he had once heard from a commoner that Noble aren't jokes - they're like the overlords here in this nation.
The bastard gossiper also told them to be far off the noble's vicinity if it was physically possible. Nobles aren't a joke - they will cut your arm if you somehow become the source of their displeasure.
This noble was the reason for his scowl. He was forced to stop his Magic Training Project for a while. Not only that, his breakfast was temporarily suspended as of the moment.
"You there!"
Me? Abiel pointed to himself
"Who else?"
The obsidian-haired noble grunted. Abiel felt a nudge. He looked at this left, to his father, signaling him to move forward to the girl. He bit his lip and prayed that nothing out of the ordinary would happen, hopefully.
"Yes - uh, madam - I mean Lady how may I help you?"
The blue-eyed snort. She stood in front of him. Abiel had noticed that they were the same height - but he could argue that the girl was older than him by a few years, or else his pride would shatter into bits by bits.
"... should I fetch a drink for you?"
She sniffed. Her pupils dilated.
"You are weird…"
"You are… what?"
The girl walked, circling him, while eyes remained peering at him. Weird, Abiel claimed. She's surely that weird one, of course not him - a person with the memories of an individual from modern reality.
"You have tons amount of mana reserves… I could sense it."
He has what? Gifted in mana? He thought he was average.
"What is your Magic Attribute?"
"Void… void magic."
The girl blinked. "Void Magic. I never about it…" She pointed at her father. "Are you perhaps related to this kid?"
"Yes, young miss… I am the father of this child."
"Alright. Then what is your magic attribute - is it also Void Magic?"
The man shook his head.
"No, no. It's Flame Magic."
The girl raised an eyebrow. She returned to her seat, crossed her legs, and opened a purse strapped on her left shoulder. A thin notepad had been released from it. The blue-eyed stared a moment from Abiel with an evil smirk. So evil - that he might believe this person was the version of Jabami Yumeko for a moment. Then, she jotted down on the notepad.
After a minute or so, this damn Yumeko in the making was finally done writing in her little notepad. She strode towards his father, and with a jovial smile - she handed the paper over to his father. Abiel observed from a few meters away. His father read the contents. For some reason, his eyes bulged and protruded - more and more as he scanned the paper.
Soranon narrowed his eyes. "What exactly is the meaning of this?"
The sweet, beautiful smile of the girl was torn apart. "What I've written on that business deal is concise and accurate. I cannot find a reason why I should repeat that once again."
What the hell is happening? Abiel thought.
"Abiel. Go back in your room."
"Yes?"
"Go in your room, kid!"
"Wait - I'm still - I'm helping you in this job, right?"
"Go. In. Your room!" He glared.
"Okay, okay, sir. Sheesh, what the hell is wrong with you people."
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"Who are you?"
"I think you should be seated first - so we can talk better."
She smiled again. Good, the kid was gone. Things could proceed forward in her intended direction.
"Who are you?"
She clicked her tongue. This old man was strange. Not all would have the guts to repeat a question to her. Not all, even her fellow nobles in the kingdom. However, it depends if it is her Uncle Julius who would do so, and his interaction with her uncles does not usually revolves in banter.
She sighed. "It's Fragil. Fragil Tormenta. You may only call me Ms. Fragil."
"Then Ms. Fragil. We. Are. Not. Interested."
Her breathing hitched, she couldn't understand.
"My family has been the Lords of the Kiten for more than four decades. I knew all of the events happening in my lands, of course, as someone who's entrusted to manage the people in this place." Fragil fiddled her fingers on the table. "I knew the state of your business."
The old man grits his teeth.
"No, no, no, no… don't give me that look Mr. Soranon." She dusted her skirt. "I'm offering you help. Why can't you understand?"
"What kind of help is that? He growled. "What kind of help is selling your son to other people?"
"But he… he's not your real son. Am I correct?"
The man froze, and she laughed. She loves these kinds of expressions nowadays.
"I heard some rumor from the people. That, a boy a year younger than me was adopted by a gambler addict. Do you want the Magic Knights to know how you forced that boy to work in this place?" Her lips thinned. "Or - are you perhaps ignorant to the fact - that Julius Novachrono is my uncle?"
Still, no reply she pressed.
"This business is losing - was not because of insufficient customers. But because you gamble all your capital and profit and always lose. I was once told that the boy is the one working thirteen hours daily - while you're out."
"What are you getting at?"
"Simple. Very simple. Give me Abiel. I will overlook your misdeeds in my land. We do that. We're happy."
"There's no way I would do something like that!"
"Because you're aware that the boy might be some kind of royalty from far-far away?" She smirked. "We know that magic, talent, and mana are inherent from birth. There's a good chance he's a prince."
"I…"
The man couldn't speak. His tongue was tied. Fragil pressed the correct buttons. She knew, as always that she was going to win.
"Drop as much Yul as you want. You can use that money for whatever you like - and even close this business."
"I will… think about the price."
"Good… then we have a deal."
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