บท 39: Blouvier, Royal Mage
The royal mage, after making great revelations, was attempting to go back to her research facility, walking around with one arm clutching her crystal ball against her chest and one reached forward, as if she was fearing to run into some invisible wall.
She stumbled around as if she was on stilts, sometime stopping, not to catch her breath but because she felt like her dinner was trying to escape early.
'Ah shit...' she pushed the doors to her research facility with her back, almost flunging herself inside in the process.
Barely standing as she had caught herself on the doorknob, having the same pose as a piece of rag hanging down.
Letting out an ungraceful but very impressive burp, which was so strong that she once again come close to painting the floor with half-digested food.
"Ah, you're back miss..." her assistant came walking up to her, wondering how her drunkeness had gotten so much worse than when she had left for the meeting, surely she hadn't been drinking in between, she couldn't hide so much booze on her person.
"Oh Mart, little Marty... Still there past your shift heh?" she said as he helped her get up to her feet.
"How nice of you to wait for your wreck of a boss but being nice doesn't work you know?" he listened to her babbling as he did his best to drag her to a chair with his feeble mage arms.
"You need to be assertive! Come on, rip my freaking robe open, ya libbby batasrd!" she finished her speech by finally spewing her puke everywhere.
"No offense miss Blouvier, but you spend your time chugging all sort of of alcohol to the point I doubt you drink water anymore and also, I am fairly certain I saw you drink toxic liquids too"
"You vomit all over your surroundings and probably never bathe considering how bad you smell, but huh, no offense as I said! Despite all of this you are a still a very pretty lady!" he claimed as pushed her head so that she wouldn't be facing him as he looked at just how much puke was on him.
"You little virgin... Don't defame me like this! I am not an alcoholic okay? And I bathe everyday, first in water and then in my vomit in the evening..." with this declaration, she slumped in the chair and her head hit the nearby table like a brick.
"...It's just that when I am dead drunk, I get to not see the worst of my visions..." she said in a murmur with her face pressed against the table, Mart didn't hear any of this and thought it was just some random incoherent mutterings.
He just shook his head dejectedly, Blouvier was truly a genius mage, he wouldn'trade his current position for anything else, even with the daily vomiting and drunken sexual harassment, for when she wasn't like this, the knowledge he was taught was invaluable.
Knowing that he would never be able to carry her all the way to a bed, he just got the usual blanket and put it on her before leaving her to rest.
His eyes landing on one of the many bottles hidden around the place, he got a brilliant idea.
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The next morning, when Blouvier awoke by slipping of the chair onto the ground, she was perfectly alert, already used to hangovers, the splitting headache was more like an old friend than anything else.
She dustied her shoulders, as if that would hide that she was moonlighting as a endless depth of booze.
"Miss, your communication device" said Mart as he approached her, a woman wants to speak to you.
"A woman? What's her name?" she asked as she tilted her head, feeling her neck hurting from sleeping in a terrible position.
"Lolian-" she skillfully and magically took the device away from his hands.
"You egg-laying wench! What do you want from me? You don't call for months! You want a favor don't you?" she half-whispered, half-yelled through the device as she began pacing in a circle around Mart who felt like he shouldn't move.
"We literally spoke a few hours ago, remember?" spoke Lolianth on the other side of the communication device.
"Mart! I forgot everything, do you confirm?" she asked her assistant who vigorously nodded in confirmation.
"Oh god, what did I say? If you heard anything sensitive, you better keep it for yourself! I am the royal mage, not a back alley magician, my words are worth their weight in gold! No, in mana infused gold..." she grabbed Mart's shoulder and started shaking him as she spoke.
"Well, I was asking you if you could take Superstes, a girl I am working with, under your wing to teach her a bit about magic and you started monologuing, umprompted may I had, about how the kingdom was in deep shit and needed a hero to arise-"
"You didn't repeat that to anyone did you?!"
"Of course not, I don't want people to know I know you and I certainly don't want to repeat any of the crazy crap you spew per seconds" responded the lizard woman.
"Alright! Alright! I really don't remember anything, that Super... Huh... That girl you talk of, does she know a bit of magic? Does she have any skill about magic? How much mana does she have?" for once, the royal mage was looking like the title she held.
"Pretty much nothing, none and above average, she is very determined though! Also, she actually survived and escaped the domain over Rova after encountering an unknown monster, if you agree to teach her, she might tell you and the court about it" Blouvier squinted her eyes intensely as she clenched her poor assistant's shoulder.
"Any idea if she has any affinity for an element?" she agreed without saying she agreed.
"I am not an expert like you, I have no clue, anyways, let's meet at your favorite place in like... A week or so" without waiting for an answer, Lolianth cut the communication, leaving the royal mage with lots of questions.
"I swear, this lizard is a pain in my ass, where is my booze?" she wondered, realising that all of her bottles had disappeared.
"Marty... My cute little assistant, you think you're the first one to try this?"
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