Chapitre 5: Hospital Magic?
Louise tentatively steps closer to her 'supposed' familiar, feelings of regret stabbing at her from all angles... It was obvious that her explosion had caused his current state, yet, she couldn't help but feel betrayed by whatever higher force was mocking her.
All she needed was a normal familiar, yet it gave her this... Plebian! She could easily tell he was a commoner by the way he dressed, which meant that while she was technically a mage, her power wasn't even enough to summon a regular animal!
She was worried for the boy's survival, but couldn't help but squint her eyes in distaste as she looked at him... If she was going to summon a commoner, she could have at least got a strong one... Not this skinny-looking teenager, who looked as if he was weaker than Louise herself!
The only interesting thing about him was his dirty blonde hair, as most people were either a blonde or brunette, not a mixture of both. She raises one of his eyelids slightly and crooks a brow at his strange eyes, dark blue that fades into green...
Shaking her head and disregarding the other students who were still making a racket about the summoning, Louise kneels closer in an attempt to kiss the boy on her lips. She didn't dare move his head towards her, as she felt she might break his neck if she tried, so she awkwardly twisted in order to get closer to his lips.
"Miss Valliere! Do you have no sense!?" Colbert's voice screams from behind her, causing her to fall over backwards in fright. She looks over and shrinks lightly under her Professor's livid glare.
"Miss Valliere! I know you must be upset from summoning this boy! But that is no reason to try and finish him off!" he angrily chides as the other healers begin carefully levitating the boy to transport him to the Acadamy Hospital.
"I-I, I only wanted to complete the ritual Professor!" she hurriedly replies.
Colbert shakes his head, "Did you not think about what would happen if you completed the ritual in his current state!? He might just die on the spot!..." he pauses and lets out a long sigh, knowing that he couldn't berate a Duke's daughter in public without harsh repercussions, "You may complete the ritual once your familiar isn't on the brink of death miss Valliere. For now, I think everyone should take a break from classes for today... I imagine not everyone is feeling up to continuing their studies after this." he says before going to follow the healers.
"Ah! Professor! Is there anything I can do to help? This is somewhat my fault after all!" she hastily asks the man's retreating back.
Professor shrugs, "Unless you have some high-end medication to give the boy, I doubt anything other than extensive surgery would be able to keep him alive." he states before leaving.
Louise is left there in the courtyard standing alone, looking down at the crater with a sick feeling building in her stomach... If that boy is allowed to die, then she'd probably be expelled from the academy for failing to summon a familiar.
She bites her lip and quickly heads to her room to collect the potion that her mother had left for her to use in especially dire situations... Louise imagined she'd be furious if she knew she'd used it on a commoner, but there wasn't much else she could do...
Just as she goes to leave though, a hand drops onto her shoulder... "Zerbst. I am not in the mood. Let go." Louise growls.
"Ah, Louise... Are you sure you're okay?" Kirche asks, surprising Louise for a moment at the sincerity in her tone.
Louise shakes her head and knocks Kirche's hand away, "Do not touch me again Kirche von Zerbst. This matter does not concern you." she coldly states before leaving.
Kirche watches her leave and releases a sigh, wondering if that boy Louise had summoned would be alright.
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The next morning :
Michael groans as his eyes slowly flutter awake... He was pretty out of it, and wondered if he was still dreaming due to the strange ceiling his was staring at... After all, he didn't remember getting his room renovated to look like a medieval castle...
He stays there for a few seconds when memories begin flooding back... Memories of the Space Truck slamming into his building, him, and sending him flying... He grimaces, the pain in those moments was so great that he was afraid they'd come back soon.
"How the fuck did a truck in America get to London anyway?" he mutters before his eyes shoot open, remembering that he'd somehow ended up in Tokyo during his fall, judging by the Japanese writing on the billboards...
He sits up and looks around in confusion at the room. It looked as if he'd been sent back in time, but knew that wasn't the case due ot the strange glowing lights attached to the walls.
There were a few beds lined up against the wall, each with an open curtain that'd presumably protect the dignity of the people cared for here... How did he even get here though?... The last thing he remembered was that familiar-looking Japanese guy and that green orb... But, he'd been falling at terminal velocity, so it should be possible for him to still be alive if that was real.
He'd brought out of his thoughts when the wooden door of the room opens, revealing a tall middle-aged man in blue robes with white accents... He held a large stick with red ribbons tied around the top, probably a staff? Is he a cosplayer?
The man was bald and wore glasses, and had a kind yet restrained smile on his face as he walks towards Michaels bed.
"Ah, you're awake... Please don't be alarmed, I have no intentions to harm you." Colbert says, but Michael just tilts his head to the side, not understanding a single thing the man had said.
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