Falling Mage and the Power of Divergence

Seyya and Dalta were in the dark as the shining sun shook their sights. The place is in the heart of Frestan, half a day north of the city of Vodka.

As always, the place only sees inorganic red-brown rocks around, and people look nothing like this. And there was a big crater in the place.

"I miss you."

"What...?

When Seiya crushes as she looks at the crater, D'Arta, who was next door, snaps her neck. Saiya answered that it was nothing against such Dalta and immediately moved on to the next action.

The place was where Seyya had once been captured, and at the same time where Seyya exercised her first dark attributes. And it is also a memorable place where I met Yua.

It all started here. It's such a place not to exaggerate.

But Dulta didn't know such circumstances, so he was only uncomfortable with Seiya, who looked emotionally at the crater. By the way, Dalta's outfit now is made-up clothes.

He has twin tails of that beautiful chestnut hair and wears maid clothes with open chests. When Dalta, whose chest size is about normal, wears it, he can do a little valley, but its valley is shallow and does not extend to the Grand Canyon of Dalis.

When Seyya was thinking about it, D'Arta snapped her neck again.

"What's going on?...?

"No, nothing. By the way, D'Arta, you don't have to be respectful."

"Huh?"

Dalta bewildered by the words of Sudden Seiya. But I can't help but be surprised because the servant told me mainly that I didn't have to use respectful language.

But from Seyya, this proposal was perfectly natural. D'Arta's salutation can't even be good for flattery. Rather, it's even suspicious if it's a tribute in the first place. Seyya is seriously concerned that this has served as an official of the Episcopal Church.

But when we're going to act together, Seiya is tired of a lot of things if they always use this kind of salutation. Besides, they are the same age, and Seyya doesn't care about the up and down relationship.

So Seiya wanted Dalta to talk normally. But there is no easy way for Dalta to do that, and he dismisses it immediately.

"What are you talking about,? I'm a servant, and you're my husband! Right? Because I can't."

"Stop talking silly and childish about that waste"

"I'm not stupid, I'm seventeen years old! It's because you're a fine lady."

D'Arta disagrees with the salutation, which is becoming less clear. I use a method where Saiya has no choice.

"What we're going to do now is undercover. Suspected of having an upward or downward relationship there. So we need to play friends, and salutations between friends are only uncomfortable. So speak normally, this is an order."

Seiya's poorly understood theory. Normally, slightly, but understandably. But Dalta doesn't have any friends or anything at the time of the maid's clothes. But Seyya knows. That the maid in front of you is a jerk.

"Okay, it is. No, okay. If that's the case, I can't help it."

"Do you understand?"

When D'Arta nods, Seiya shudders.

"Hey, are you afraid of a collar called D'Arta?

Seiya thought it was a casual question, but Dalta trembled freakedly the moment she was asked that question. Seiya sees the reaction and narrows her eyes.

Surely you won't like it unless you have a special sexuality such as someone happy to be collared. But that was not the reaction Darta showed in the Episcopal Church. It was something I was rejecting from the bottom of my heart.

That's why Seyya wondered.

To the question from Seyya, D'Arta leans down. Its body was small but trembling and represented that there had been some trauma in the past. Seiya apologizes immediately after seeing the reaction.

"Sorry, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Humans. No one wants to remember. The past exists. Even Seyya is a memory I don't want to recall much about the Senavian School of Magic era, and I don't think people can ask me.

Perhaps for D'Arta, the collar is the bad memory.

"No, I have to tell you because I am the Lord"

D'Arta spoke desperately of the past with a trembling voice. That was a memory that definitely outweighed what Saiya had in mind.

"I was born in a small village in Frestan. The house was poor, desperate to get through the day's life, and both your father and mother had managed to do the request with magic that could be used for slight power. But one day, there was a warcraft in the village.

The village I lived in was close to the dark realm, but never had a warcraft come out. Yet somehow only that day came out the Warcraft. But there are no powerful magicians in the village, and the other magicians are opening the village on a huge request, and the only magicians in the village are your father and mother... "

The story of D'Arta broke off there once. Seiya tried to stop him from saying enough, but Dalta keeps talking.

"I was told to contact the church immediately. But my village didn't have the tools to contact me, and I ran to the next village, which took half a day. Then finally, I contacted the church and the senior magician came and went back to the village.

Then there were no more humans there. All that was left was a lot of blood and a little area to let you know there were humans. There was nothing left there that could be called human anymore. "

Once again, the story of D'Arta was interrupted, but no words could be uttered to Seyya.

"Some of them were your father and your mother. Your father had his right leg and right arm, and your mother had only her left half. I didn't keep the prototype, but soon found out it was the two of us. And the Warcraft was gone.

And I lost my parents and my hometown. I was taken over by a senior magician who ran me over. The guy was a very nice guy and he bought a lot of stuff to distract me from my loneliness. He was a clumsy guy, but I knew perfectly well that he was a good guy for me, too, small.

But that life ended less than six months later. Yeah, it's over. By a clan of intermediate magicians. One day I went home from shopping and there were five intermediate magicians and a senior magician who was my guardian. But my guardian was already dead. He was murdered by intermediate magicians. "

It's common in Frestan to say whether or not you have the strength. Fighting the one above in search of status, the act itself is common, but it is forbidden by implicit rules to form coalitions and strike. Even if you win with it, you don't get a status.

"And having lost my guardian again, I was now taken over by one of those intermediate magicians. As a slave. I didn't even think about the collar at first, but that's where hell started.

The intermediate magicians keep fighting for each other's status and if they lose, they will be killed. And wealth belongs to the winner. Naturally slaves too. I don't know how many houses the hell I've been around. I was enslaved in various houses.

And some of them baked and tattooed as well as collars to prove they belonged to their own homes. It hurt, it was hot, it was painful, I didn't like it anymore. Then I got scared of the collar. Because it revives the memories engraved between them until they are protected by the Episcopal Church. "

The story of D'Arta ends there, and she turns around and raises her clothes. But Saiya could not utter a voice such as what a girl of her age was doing.

"This is..."

"Yes, my history"

What was there were numerous baking marks and tattoos that did not resemble Darta's white back. Its size was small, but its fraction was high. That's not something a girl of her age can have.

Saiya thought so.

"Wait a minute."

"Hia."

When Seyya touches D'Arta's back, D'Arta startles. But Seyya doesn't care, she looks at those carved on her back.

"The Dark Wave."

"Hih!

"" Sacred Moment ""

"What!? Warm......"

D'Arta was surprised by the warmth she felt on her back, but that warmth disappeared the next moment.

"It's over."

"What have you done..."

"I wiped out what was on your back."

"Shh..."

D'Arta looks incredible, but when Seyya used reflex magic to show her her her own back, what was there was a clean back with no scratches.

"Lie... how..."

"It's a trade secret. And turn around."

"Ugh, yeah."

As D'Arta turns towards Saiya, Saiya takes the key out of her pocket.

"Maybe."

"Oh, take the collar"

The key to Seyya's removal was the key to D'Arta's collar.

"No, you can't do that..."

"Is the Episcopal Church angry? Never mind, I'll complain. I'm still a magician."

"Why, why are you doing that to me?

"You remind me of a nasty past. It's up to me to take it."

It was Seiya who had had a harsh experience in the past, but Dalta's past was more than that. And wear something that reminds me of such a past, etc., I couldn't tell Saiya.

That's why Seiya takes off her collar. No matter what the Episcopal Church says.

"But..."

"An order. Be quiet."

"... Yes"

To Seyya's order, D'Arta obeyed honestly and deposited her body. And Saiah removed the collar on his neck.