"Olivia."
"Call me an educator, fantion"
"Who the fuck do they call? You don't like me."
Francoise - one day in the year Ako, who gave him the nickname Fanción, celebrated his thirteenth birthday. The season is about the end of a long winter.
To Olivia, an educator attached to the Witches Association headquarters who came to the mansion for regular reports with the wizard Angelica and other things, the fantasy let go of a thoughtful kick to the encounter. It's been about three years since the day we first met, but the back of the fantion still doesn't reach that of an adult. It wasn't magically enhanced. Just a kick was avoided by Olivia lightly.
I stare, but Olivia doesn't look at me. While looking through a bunch of documents given to me by Angelica as a report,
"Why would you think that?"
"Though I'm sure that's why all your matchmaking stories are so damned!
The mind of the fantion, which cannot originally be said to be wide, reached its limits altogether because it asks what it understands. In the corridors overlooking Angelica, the houses of the fansions and the courtyard, the low roar of the reduced voices disappeared without resounding.
Angelica, the wizard, worked well for me as the mother of the fantion - the adoptive mother, to be precise. And the fantion also learned well how to behave and study, magic and manipulation as a courtier, in addition to his work as an escort. Originally the head spinning was better, so much so that tutoring classes weren't as bitter, and teachers praised me for "being a well done kid".
That's how my life as a 'fantion' started three years ago, without any special problems - though.
One day, Angelica said, "It's time for you to have a fiancée," so the fansions made a little noise. The fantion was just before graduation when I heard Angelica speak, and I wouldn't say Olivia's expression when she chewed on the flesh of her cheeks and endured laughter while answering, "Right. I kicked about Olivia later.
However, the functionality, too, I knew it as knowledge. A wizard's magical talent is determined by a lot of blood. Some of them are mutations that produce themselves (acorns) from ordinary wizards, but if they are marriages between wizards with a lot of magic, roughly the children who inherit them are born. So, a good housewizard says he keeps a good married man secure early.
So this statement was also absolutely natural for Angelica. And the fantion is the daughter of this house, even though she is adopted, and that is why it is only logical to obey its tenacity. I also managed to convince myself of the functionality that far.
Also, as a fantion, I didn't think it was a bad story to have a presence as a fiancée, for a different reason than Angelica.
But...
But.
If you lose me, you lose. The fantion regained calm by exhaling again and saw Olivia again. It is of course this, Olivia, the use from the headquarters of the Witches Association, who is mediating the matchmaker of the fantasy.
"This clan is a very good family, even if it's about 'physique'. Few people want to stay on edge. - The first candidate is Jii, who is too old to give up power. The second is Mazakon, who is fine with saying, 'If I were to be the son-in-law of this house, my mother's position within the association would also be safe'. What would you have done if I had lost my mind and decided to do it one way or another? This house didn't fall far, and as my foster mother, your lovely friend was a good toy for them."
For Olivia, the use of the Witches Association headquarters, that shouldn't have been a story that could have been overheard. But still, she, her eyes didn't shake.
Dark black remains capturing grumpy functionality and does not cower.
"What are you talking about? There's no way a guy like you would welcome a son-in-law like that."
"I'm unnecessarily angry that you're daring to come over and say no to me, motherfucker."
Olivia has become Olivia, appreciating the eyes and arms of the fantion. If you're up to something, you can definitely spot it, and if they force you to enter into an engagement, you can even give it back. Now the fantion had broken both of the two matchups by pointing out their shortcomings scatterly.
Maybe - I think. Those two, and the clans behind them, may have been aiming all along for an opportunity to get on with a wizard with a status close to the headquarters of the Witches Association and have already done something elsewhere. HQ and Olivia may have dared to set up matchmaking seats with the fantion to set up moxibustion on them like that and let them say no badly...
It's a possible story. Tongue punching.
"I don't know how much research I could have done while I was making crappy pageants. How much new magic do you think I could have created?
The magical genius that the fantion originally possessed stretched further after he was adopted by Angelica. Because it came with an excellent tutor to teach academics, an environment to know magic, and an environment to learn.
The wizard's rule about how the original ancestors, in the east of the continent, such as the weakening of magic, corroborated the fact that the more they learned magic, the more they were merely a constraint on the wizards - like the hypnosis put on the wizards by a limited number of wizards enrolled in the headquarters of the Witches Association to lead and obey many other wizards - and their shackleless self was more free to handle the power of magic than any other general wizard.
It was not only to protect Angelica's self because of her duties as an escort, but also to satisfy her own intellectual curiosity. It was purely fun. And yet how useless it is to be crushed that time for a crappy meeting with a human being!
Olivia rolls another sheet of paperwork as she continues to walk down the corridor where the sun shines.
"Don't worry. Next is fate. I took it seriously."
"You admitted it was a game before, motherfucker."
"It's not a game. It's just harassment."
The kick was still prevented.
I thought all the paperwork Olivia has now was a report from Angelica, but it seems that it was very different. When I pulled a few pieces out of the bundle, I offered it to the funtion. "Next."
"It's my secret delicacy."
The boy's background written there was certainly different in colour from the previous two cases.
Those two crossed to the Southwest Continent to escape in an unforgivable love, and eventually gave birth to and raised one child, but the happy days did not last as long. Caught by a chaser unleashed by his wife's clan, he chose to die if he couldn't stay with him. The child seemed to survive and inherited the blood of the mother of what was a boy, and the amount of magic in her possession was remarkable, but the clan, which considered the child's very existence a disgrace, neglected its very existence and refused even to take possession of her personality. The Witch Society decided to raise that child as an orphan...
... I don't know how the association explained what was going on around it and how he understood it. Maybe he didn't tell me anything, but the fantion wasn't heard. It's just that, as the fantion sees it, his eyes, not vibrant, seemed frightened of anything.
I hear that education at HQ and Olivia is tough, so naturally it may be. It is also not surprising that there has been some unfair treatment in the environment of nurturing, since wizards are a colorful group of respected men. I can only imagine around it, in any case.
Olivia called him, "Fate." This means that he has no reason to harm the Angelic clan and no fence (smudges) to do so again. And of course, I'm just perfectly capable of sitting on my fancy husband.
It was convenient.
So.
"Call me a fantion."
"Fan, Shon"
"Yeah, you're good."
When I am the only salvation, make me laugh at him.
Let him call his name by the correct pronunciation.
He'll be asking, I'll throw up a kind word.
He'll want, I'll give him some time to calm down.
It is.
"Let's live together. Until each other, those who want them, show up the way of life they want."
... I don't care if that day comes or not.
Just still.
The functionality needed insurance.
One day, when I deal with it wrong.
One day when I am, neglected, targeted, and lost my life, as insurance.
In my place, the presence that protects them.
- That prospect will come off.