Not alright?
The switch was triggered.
“Alright.”
Saito framed her face with his hands, and, in trance, pressed his mouth against hers.
“Nh…” Louise closed her eyes.
Taking the opportunity, his hand sneaked beneath her shirt and touched her breast. However, Louise Françoise did not show any of the resistance she had a while ago in the shallop.
Why doesn’t she?
Maybe this is a dream?
How do I confirm that?
“Ah, indeed. If one feels pain, then one can’t be sleeping!”
Well, to feel pain, I only need Louise to hit me.
Hm, what should I do to make her hit me?
Ah, say bad words!
Saito, lost in his excitement, said, pressing his hand against her chest.
“Is this a breast?”
The sweet atmosphere disappeared immediately.
It was as if someone chanted Dispel Magic and blew it off like smoke…
“Is it bad?”
Slap.
Louise’s palm slapped him.
“Yup…”
“Are my breasts bad?”
Slap slap.
Her palm continued to hit.
Slap slap slap.
“They are flat and no good.”
He muttered in a silent voice as Louise’s palm continued to slap him.
“Aaah…”
The pain helped him to realize that it was reality.
So, this was not a dream.
But…
“No, stop, I was wrong.”
Slap slap slap slap slap slap.
Weren’t there other ways to confirm whether it was a dream or not? He realized too late.
“Wait. T-they are small but firm…”
“Hold your tongue!”
Louise’s knee flew up.
As it hit straight into his belly; Saito fainted.
In Tiffania's bedroom, Siesta was sleeping on the bed. A jar of wine was rolling next to her.
Tiffania, leaving Siesta, took her harp and went out of the room.
Sitting on a chair in the courtyard, Tiffania began to play the harp.
And the sounds of the Founder's homesickness… melted with the night wind and wrapped Westwood Village up.
Agnes sat on a chair of in the living room, drinking sake.
She heard the sounds of a harp coming from the courtyard.
Agnes closed her eyes and submerged herself into Tiffania’s performance.
“What’s the matter, Commander-san?”
Asked Derflinger, who she had as her drinking partner. Agnes opened her eyes.
Instead of the usual musketeer commander’s steel, one could see a girl's anxiety in her eyes.
“No… I just recalled my hometown. I can’t return there… such a useless memory.”
“You can’t return there?”
Self-mockingly, Agnes murmured,
“It doesn’t exist anymore. It exists only in the corner of my memories.”
After a while, Derflinger said…
“What? A hometown is just a word. Find a new hometown.”
Agnes became silent and continued listening to the tune, settled, in the course of time; a gentle smile appeared on her face and she nodded.
Louise watched the unconscious Saito, who had started a journey into the world of sleep. If only he had not made that remark about my breast size, she thought passionately…
“…Melody?”
She noticed a tune playing outside the window.
Who?
Was that Tiffania?
Somehow, she started to feel nostalgic. While listening to the sounds… Louise recalled the other Void user.
Then felt uneasy…
That Myoznitnirn from before…
Though she could not understand why, she seemed to aim at Louise.
This Void’s familiar was not an ally…
And if there are Void familiars besides Saito, then there should be Void users as well…
It was an unknown, big flow of events. I myself, am only driftwood in this big flow.
But… looking at the familiar breathe in his sleep, Louise thought…
I have Saito.
At that time, it was Saito who saved me.
Aye, I may be just driftwood in a rapid stream. But… I am tightly tied with a rope.
She thought…
The whole ‘noble pride’ thing was long ago rooted out of Louise.
She wanted to use her God given powers on far more important things. Like… for the clueless familiar.
Louise quietly whispered to Saito.
First of all, I’ll look for the way to bring you home.
At that moment, she did not say those important words.
If she did… Saito would be chained to her by those words.
Sounds of harp continued.
…This Tiffania, just who is she?
She looked like she was hiding something deep inside.
And she cured Saito’s near-to-death injuries.
Tomorrow, I’ll ask for details… Louise closed her eyes.
“N…” Stirring, Saito woke up.
Next to him Louise was sleeping.
Her face, pressed closely against Saito’s chest, looked relaxed as she continued to sleep.
Seeing Louise like that… reminded him of a beautiful girl, carrying Elfin blood.
She, like Louise, was a Void user. Still, he’d have to talk about this with Louise. Tomorrow, I will speak with her, Saito thought.
On the other side of window, under the moonlight… he heard the half-elf girl, Tiffania, playing her harp.
On the other day, when he heard these sounds, he was reminded of his hometown, and it was painful…
But now it was different.
Because Louise’s head rested on his chest.
Something dear spread in his heart.
Even though dawn started to break… Tiffania's playing continued.
The serenade of dreaming lovers echoed throughout the forest near Saxe-Gotha, soothing its listeners and healing their hearts.