"Sometimes the brothers that you need in life are fosters."
Cold, sadistic, and a hint of crazy describes the pyromaniac perfectly. Never choosing to settle down and only taking risky and high paying guild requests and a passion for gambling to surv...
"I stepped onto your porch, asked a stranger to buy me a cooked chicken from one of the restaurants down the road and bring it here and paid them accordingly."
"I...don't even..."
"Besides the point," the captain just waved his hand in a complete dismissal. "I came here to talk about something else."
"Ugh, alright. What is it?" I said as I sat down.
"You've dedicating a large amount of funds to advertising the festival quite a bit. Why?"
"Ah, the answer to that is simple," and a lie, "The Magic Council have expressed concerns about the nature of the festival in the past, right? And our location within the basin makes it difficult for tourists to find a reason to come here and trade usually takes place in the cities outside of the mountains.
Offering people a chance to show up here will possibly create a greater link with the rest of the continent as well as disperse any rumours about us, opening up trade in the process. You are aware that most people in Hargeon still think we're a volcano that becomes active every year, right?"
"And you think a festival meant for us to be able to reconnect with our ancestors is a way to do that?" Tatsuo's face twisted into a scowl, showcasing a rare moment of seriousness from the beast. "Do you not fear dishonouring the dead?"
"No. I do not." I answered immediately. "The festival is a way for the living to reconvene with the dead, not just our ancestors specifically. If they proceed with the festivities accordingly and respectfully, then they should have the right to speak with the parted just like us. Take your apprentice here, as an example."
The goliath just looked at his violet-eyed pupil in thought for a few minutes before sighing.
"Fine. But if anyone steps out of line it'll be on your head."
He took his apprentice with him as he left. And I could only hope that all is quiet as my mistress feeds.
She will surely appreciate my work, and I will be one step closer to her embrace. All I need to do is wait until the time for me to unseal the demon arrives and her warmth will consume me.
Praise be the mistress! Praise be the Violet Flame!
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That Night...
I didn't expect I would be doing anything besides training here in Himura, but I've actually spent more time injured than anything. The next month and a half after the Captain's test was spent in a wheelchair and, once again, Taiyo was my nurse.
After realising how little I liked to sit still, the bubbly nurse decided to teach me more about horticulture and even gardening, which quickly became a favourite hobby of mine.
The feeling of the course dirt in between my fingers, the scent of the flowers, and the sweat that came from an honest days work felt like a small form of meditation in of itself. The night wind felt comfortable on my brow as I stood back to look at the well manicured Gardenia bushes. These flowers don't particularly like heat, but their beauty made it worthwhile to try and keep them alive in a compound full of pyromancers.
"Heeyyy! Lyssa! Come and get a drink, cool off a bit!"
My attention was drawn away from the white plants to Taiyo and the other gardeners, all of them dressed in dirty overalls like myself getting glasses from bucket of iced water. Stepping over to join them on the patio and taking a glass from the bucket of ice myself, I leaned back on the stone bench looking up at the night sky.
The moon was beautiful, like always.
I'd stay up at night looking at it as a child, admiring its beauty with the hope to one day hold it in my hands. I used to tell William nonsense about how I one day wanted to have my own personal moon. He'd just laugh and call me an idiot, but I did.
I'd look out through the window of the R-System hoping to stand underneath the moon again, free from the cult's influence one day. And here I am, doing just that.
"Hey, would you look at that!"
My reverry was broken by one of the fellow gardeners. When I looked at him, he was standing up and pointing at the sky with a mesmerised expressions. We all looked at the sky where he was pointing and gasped.
Multiple beams of lights shot across the sky in a myriad of colours. Purple, white, green, red, and a pale blue. Taiyo wrapped his arm around my shoulders with a smile.
"Hey, do you think that if we make a wish now its five times as likely to come true?"
I just shook my head with an amused smile before responding.
"Only one way to find out, I guess."
The two of us closed our eyes as we made our wishes. I wished for the obvious, for my friends in the R-System to be safe and grow strong in their own right. Their safety was all I was concerned about.
"So what'd you wish for, Lyly."
"You know you aren't supposed to tell your wish if you want it to come true, right?"
"Agh, that's stupid and everyone knows it. I wished for that designer handbag that I was going to buy with the poker money."
"It's been a year and you still haven't saved up enough to buy it?"
"It's a really expensive purse."
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