It is the story of the time when Soaran the Wizard exceeded ten.
Soaran felt strongly at the time that when the gates of the mansion, rocked by the carriage for a long time and finally reached it, looked high, not only because of this body as if it had forgotten its growing season. What he once lived in was such a big, splendid mansion.
It took a day and a little by carriage to get from the west town where he lives to this mansion. Even though it was a far journey, it seemed to have pulled a horse with no legs to bad luck, and the fact that it was the feather of buying up a new horse once at a carriage rental along the way consumed extra time. The destination is within the boundaries of the 'protection of the original ancestors' - that is, the area where wizards can use magic - so I think it would be nice to fly magically without a carriage or something, but when visiting a 'place like this' it is a kind of courtesy to ride without magic and a modus operandi to show that you have no hostility towards yourself. Thanks to that, he had hurt his ass three more times as a young man and already a third time matchmaker.
They finally got a report of his arrival to the mansion. The big door slowly opens and the stopped horse walks out again. From here on in the mansion, it's private property.
"Make sure there's no rough phase."
It's the third time I've heard that. Soaran nodded, yes, to the words of the educator sitting across the street.
The first house declined to talk "too young," and the second house seemed to decide that the association was less valuable to the other. Both were thick, fully aged women with makeup. Okay, well, what kind of monster is the third woman?
Where they brought me in, and what kind of talk did they have, I don't have the right to veto anyway. There was nothing else he could do but try not to appear on his face at best.
Being brought in by the Southwestern Continent at an even younger age than now and raised by the Witch Society as an orphan, he was a man but with more magic than usual, apparently worth a lot as a child. I guess that's why the association accepted and educated itself as a child of the association, not a woman.
I don't remember how many times I've failed to get away from here without freedom anymore. I also forgot how many times I gave up, but I realized some applause that there was no one else to protect me where I left off rather than I gave up because the cage was horrible after that because I didn't get away well.
The rocking carriage went loose through the large garden and eventually reached the front door of the mansion and stopped.
The door opens and commands you to descend.
I stood up, mindful not to step on the hem of the robe, and when I went outside, I felt shapeless like the sun, something sting my skin. From the right hand side.
When you do your gaze, a little farther, in the garden. One girl stood.
He's small in height, but he looks bigger than himself. She was facing this way, squeezing a single fine rope in one hand. Probably from this house, even after she exchanged greetings with the tricks, she continued to look at this one strangely.
Although. She's not the only one who cared about them. Soaran couldn't take her eyes off her because her clothes were special compared to normal.
She was in white.
There is no dirt, it is not known in the long run if. It was unusual for my daughter around that age to wrap up, and she stared at it, but Soaran thought it looked good on her. - She looks good in white.
Eventually it was she who missed her gaze first. She seems to have gone back to her 'job', rather than lost interest in this one. I pulled the rope in my hand, tried to rip it, and I showed it a sleigh to make sure it was strong, and then.
I put an empty hand on the rope.
"... that"
The leaked whine luckily didn't seem to reach the educator talking to the house folks. The reprimand didn't fly in.
The white light drifts out of her fingertips. Soaran knew it was called magic. Apparently, that kid, too, is a wizard. When the light wraps the whole rope, it swells its shape. And...
Seeing what appeared when the light went out, he followed and withdrew in disgust.
It was supposed to be just a rope, which, by her magic, had transformed her into a splendid snake.
Round fat serpents have such a poisonous body tone that they even have physiological aversion to what they're looking at. The length also seems to be more than the original rope, and I wonder if if if I stretched it straight, I would exceed her height as well. He is groaning as he moves his tongue in and out. A normal girl would be scared. That, at the time, she was just delighted to dance out, holding the tip of her tail and swinging rampantly, saying it worked, it worked.
... a strange girl, I thought. Though I didn't fall in love because of the gap between smiling and swinging too innocent.
"Let's go."
With a voice I was used to hearing, Soaran returned to me. Looking up, the usual faceless look was there, but that doesn't look at him anymore. Yes, with a nod - unfortunately, I see the garden again. But she doesn't turn this way anymore. Soaran gave up and followed the educator.
The wizard wears a black robe as an outfit. Is that why so many people look good in black? …….
Soaran greets his heart with a little surprise, saying that some people in the world are rare. Soaran has never seen a white suited wizard before that.
Soaran already knew that his only daughter in this house was his matchmaker.
So I wasn't surprised to see the face of the girl I had just seen outside among the people I was supposed to meet in the reception room that was passed along with the educator, and I wasn't surprised to name the matchmaker whose daughter had heard beforehand that "Angelica is in Francoise, my daughter". I was a little surprised at my daughter's youth, but still she should have been older than herself, and given the size of this mansion, it wasn't uncommon to want to find someone for my daughter sooner rather than later. But...
On the other hand, Soaran was only slightly obscured by the look she was making of Françoise. Because the gentle smile that floated was completely different from the curiosity colored one I saw outside earlier, and childlike thoroughness of a good family.
The couch across the street, make sure my parents pinch me, and Françoise is sitting there. Although his face did not resemble either of his parents, he pointed to Soaran,
"You seem nice."
"Yes. Mother"
"Good for you."
"Yes. Father"
and the way Françoise laughed when she exchanged words with her parents was similar to both parents.
After responding to both of them, Francoise turns this way and narrows her eyes. Soaran said nothing and smiled back.
"How about that?"
The greeting ended and the educator said next to Soaran. It's a bargain now - she doesn't look at Soaran, of course, in a tone similar to selling a product that sounds like it. I won't ask for your opinion, and I won't even do that. Though Soaran is not a party, after all, he has no right to that decision.
An educator with a hood on, no laughter, and the same administrative appearance. Angelica, on the other hand, even has a soft smile. "Well, I don't think it's a bad idea," I said.
Well, when will I write the paperwork? I wonder if I would be offended if I didn't write carefully so that the letters were not mistaken. I think so. Right in front of him, parents and kids are laughing fun. Soaran was in the mood to see the painting inside from outside the frame...
But.
"Dear Soaran"
Unexpectedly then, there was a voice calling his name.
looks up all the time.
Françoise narrowed his eyes again toward him and said this toward Soaran, who had nothing but a blurry look at them.
"I'll leave the hard stories to your father, your mother and you. Why don't we take a walk?