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Chapter One: Homecoming
“Travelling sure is exciting!”
Siesta shouted, pushing her large chest against Saito's arm.
Rather than “exciting” I'd say it's “touching.”
With a flustered face, Saito gave a short nod.
Inside a carriage, sitting next to each other, were Saito and Siesta.
Siesta was wearing a dark green one-piece dress with high boots.
Also, she had a small straw hat, which altogether made for quite the nice appearance.
When the black haired, sweet and innocent Siesta had that appearance, she seemed almost too cute overall.
More than just being cute, it was hard to hold anything back.
Damn you, putting me in this condition.
And the worst part is that, while making such an oddly audacious move, the cute Siesta was still radiating a sweet, innocent atmosphere.
As she sat next to Saito, she hugged one of his arms to her and squeezed her breasts against it.
“S-S-S-Siesta, when you get so close to me... your breasts are touching my arm and…and…” Saito said, half crying and becoming incomprehensible...
“Ah, I meant to do it!”
Siesta said with a totally carefree, smiling face.
“L… Like that, on purpose, that is… At a place there is a person, like that, hey, you…”
Saito, who couldn’t stop talking, in order to soothe his own conscience, protested.
“You don’t have to worry about the coachman. He’s a golem.”
The young man sitting on the coachman stand was indeed a golem, a puppet which moved somehow or other with the use of magical power.
Now that you mention it, its eyes are like glass beads emitting light.
Consequently, this made Siesta even bolder. She placed her cheek on Saito’s shoulder and her mouth near his ear, mixing sighs with her voice.
“…Doing it like this, just the two of us…it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”
“Y… Yeah.”
“I think I heard about it sometime, but during summer break, what did you do with Miss Vallière?”
I can’t tell her that.
I can’t say that Henrietta requested a secret mission from us.
Though it was mostly washing dishes and stuff, it's a secret.
“Uh, umm, that is…, I worked at a bar. Louise worked in the castle so…, what she did, I don’t know,” Saito lied about Louise. Saying the truth about himself is probably alright, he decided.
“Oh! A bar! Saito did? Why?”
“Eh, uh, that is… I don’t have any money.”
“If it’s something like that, a money thing, just tell me and I would be happy to help!”
“You would?”
“Yes, it isn’t much, but I've scraped my wages and saved!”
As expected of a reliable village girl. Instead of squandering money, she’s quite frugal.
Siesta’s kind proposal made Saito glad.
“It’s alright. Somehow, I managed!”
“Really? But, if at times you are in need, please tell me without holding back.”
There is no way I can borrow even a little bit of money from this admirable girl who has scrimped and saved like this.
“I can't borrow money from Siesta-san!”
“Why? As long as it's for Saito-san, money isn't important to me!” When she finished speaking, the girl lowered her shoulders.
“Ah, right, you mean you are really not interested in using my money right?”
“That's not the reason why!”
“You must hate me!”
“No, it's nothing like that!”
“Really? But Saito-san is always so cold to me...”
“I am? How so?”
“I am sitting next to you, and you aren't making a move.”
While Saito moved around hastily, Siesta hummed a little and moved her lips to his neck. The kind of feeling that can make a person melt surprised Saito to no end.
Siesta moved her lips upwards, finally nibbling Saito’s ear.
While feeling as if his brain was about to melt, the air seemed to grow cold and as a shivering sensation went down his spine. He shakily squeaked, “Si-Si-Siesta-san...”
In the instant he said that, something blew the top of the carriage away.
Well, blown is not the right word. It was more like some hidden explosive sent the whole thing flying. In that moment Saito and Siesta’s carriage suddenly changed from an enclosed carriage to one with a sky-light.
Trembling from fear, Saito slowly turned around and saw a carriage that was nearly twice the size and far more luxurious, pulled by two horses.
Sensing a killing intent emanating from the carriage, Saito didn't become simply afraid, but extremely afraid. It looks like I'm going to die before we arrive at our destination.
The luxurious carriage released an overwhelming aura of death.
“Wa…Wa…the roof of the carriage!” Siesta wailed while latching onto Saito.
“Si-Siesta-san!”
“What, What is happening?”
“If you don’t want to die, I think we should sit apart.”
But that only made Siesta cling on to Saito even tighter.
“I don’t know what's going on, but my heart is pure!”
She screamed and pushed Saito down. On one side, Saito was very happy and excited about her feelings, while another kind of message flashed through his mind, “Haha, this is the end of my life. It really was too short, I hope I'll at least get to return to Japanese soil..”
From the carriage that was running behind Saito’s, from the window of that splendid carriage, Louise was sticking out her head, holding a light brown wand in her hand, shaking in anger and breathing heavily.
The roof of Saito and Siesta’s carriage was blown away by Louise with her Void magic, “Explosion.”
Because of the window on the back of the carriage, Louise could see everything going on inside.
Louise was shaking while watching them as they hugged each other inside their coach and Siesta kissed Saito’s neck.
Finally, as the maid’s lips came up to her familiar’s ear, Louise’s anger exploded. She wouldn’t let her own familiar get kissed.
However, as the roof was being blown off, she noticed that Siesta embraced Saito even tighter.
Louise’s eyebrow went up instantly and just as she was about to spell the happy couple’s doom, someone pulled her legs.
“Kya!”
As she yelled that, her cheeks were stretched
“Id hurds! Yan! Au! Funya! Ahh! Id hurds!”
The prideful and haughty Louise getting her face pulled in such a manner, unable to raise a single complaint. If Saito were able to see this scene, his eyes would most likely pop out in shock.
The one pulling Louise’s cheeks like that was… a beautiful blond woman. She was about twenty-five years old. Her face vaguely resembled Louise’s. If she cooled down her hot blood and grew up a bit, would she look like that as well? In short, she was a beautiful woman.
“Little Louise. My talk hasn’t finished yet, has it?”
“Auu..., I’b sowwy..., Abe-saba, I’b sowwy...”
As her cheeks were being stretched, Louise shouted with a teary voice. There were a total of four absolute existences in Louise’s life. Henrietta, her parents and this bossy old sister, Eléonore. Eleven years older than Louise, the eldest daughter of the La Vallière house is known to be the best researcher in the Royal Magic Research Institute, “Academia.”
“Even though it is a long-awaited conversation with me, why do you restlessly keep looking somewhere else? Moreover, you blew up the attendants’ carriage roof!”