Chapter Seventy-Nine
I smiled as I ended up hearing the day-to-day lives of Louise and Josette, their excitement visible as they announced how they were doing in their studies, how the tutors were always saying good things about them, and about how much they eagerly awaited my letters.
While Louise sat by my side on the bed, Josette outright claimed my right leg, somewhat awkwardly clutching on to my clothes with her left hand, her right holding on to her Holy Relic that kept her hair blond and shiny, and also slightly altered her face too -mother or father must have paid a fortune for it, since the Hair Dye spell was one thing to attach to a small object, but the powerful Square magic Illusion was far, far more costly to enchant on an item.
"I wanted to ask," Josette said nervously, "May I call you brother? I-I know I have no right to it, but..."
"Sure," I answered swiftly enough, rubbing her head gently. "You can call me whatever you like," I smiled.
"See? I told you he wouldn't mind," Louise said with a smile of her own, "Big brother's always so nice! For my birthday, he sent me fireworks!" she grimaced, "Mother wasn't happy about that..." she lowered her gaze, and in answer, I simply rubbed her head to cheer her up.
"Well," I said with a smile, "Speaking of birthdays," I looked at Josette, "What would you like for yours?"
"Ah-" Josette stammered, "I-I do not know my date of birth, so..."
"The day of Eoh Heimdallr," I said calmly. It basically amounted to the thirteenth day of the month, the second week so to speak, "And the month of Tyr," which was the twelfth month, December. She was born, just like Charlotte, on the thirteenth of December.
Josette's eyes widened, "It's-on that day?"
"Yes," I said, "So, what would you like?" I added gently. "Within the realms of the possible, of course."
"I-Nothing," Josette shook her head. "Just...there is nothing I want. I already have everything so-really," she mumbled, blushing and lowering her gaze, "Asking for anything else would be too much."
"Well," I grinned as I rubbed her head gently, "You have time to think about it."
I looked out of the window and sighed, "I have things to do, so unfortunately..."
"No!" Louise yelled, grabbing my free wrist, "Josette! Cattleya! Let's hold brother so he can't leave!"
I blinked as I found myself held back by three cute girls. Wasn't this the sort of thing that happened only in harem comedies? Well, be it as it may, I had duties to uphold. Also, I could totally lift both Josette and Louise at the same time, Cattleya ending up in a sort of piggy back position on my back.
"Very well then," I said, "If you want to come with me, then I'll just have to drag you along!"
"Brother!" Cattleya exclaimed amidst giggles, even as she let go to sit back on the side of the bed, although Louise and Josette didn't, "Be careful!"
I laughed loudly as I spun both young girls in my arms, "Well then!" even as they screamed in delight, they didn't let go. "Oh my," I muttered, "Such willpower," I sighed and began to head for the door, "You'll be following me, then," and as I said that, I proceeded to open the door with my elbow.
"B-brother!" Louise hastily jumped down, "That would be im-improper!"
Josette didn't have such compunctions, and thus held on. It meant thus that I was holding her with both of my arms, like I would a young child -and considering how petite her frame was, it was practically the same. "Josette doesn't seem to have a problem with it," I pointed out, "Which means I'll be taking her along alone, then?"
"I'll follow you by foot!" Louise huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest and looking at Josette. "Get down from there, Josie! No proper lady does that!"
"But...but I like it here," Josette mumbled sheepishly, "I can...I can stay like this, right?"
"Fine by me," I said with a shrug.
"No!" Louise stomped her foot on the floor, "It's not fine!" she huffed. I smiled, and then knelt without letting go of my hold on Josette.
"Louise," I said gently, "you need to be more honest with yourself. Do you, or do you not want to be held up?"
Louise swallowed, and sheepishly looked sideways. "I do," she mumbled. "But mother said it's not proper," she added, "So..." she looked torn.
"Louise," I said, "Look at me," and as I said that, and Louise obeyed, I grinned. "Being honest with oneself is good. You shouldn't get angry because others can do stuff you cannot, and by consequence...you shouldn't feel ashamed to ask," I extended my free arm, "Come on aboard the Henry train-I've got space for one more."
And with that, I ended up bringing all the way down to the entrance two giggling and happy young girls. It would have been preposterous to keep Mathilda and Tiffania's existence a secret from mother, or by consequence the rest of the family. Simply put, Tiffania was the young sister of Mathilda, and Mathilda was a renewed expert gardener for what concerned exotic plants.
Admittedly, my secret base of youth could act as a home of sorts, but having one built near it was better. With the river nearby, a small garden set up, it was a nice little spot that was the envy of all commoners -everyone would love a comfy house as beautiful as that one, no questions asked!
Carrying both Louise and Josette on my manticore took a bit of effort, mostly to ensure neither would fall down. I still managed it, though, and as we landed in front of the house, it was to the sight of Raven playing with a green-haired Tiffania some sort of tag game.
Tiffania stopped as soon as she saw us arrive, and while Louise and Josette descended and nimbly ran towards the green-haired girl -perhaps they knew each other already- I was glad I told father to buy a similar trinket for the young girl. With her elf heritage hidden thanks to the necklace around her neck, she could play without worries.
"Tiffa!" Louise said with a grin, "big brother came home on a surprise visit!"
"It's nice to meet you!" Tiffania said, bowing repeatedly, even as I waved a hand in dismissal.
"Now, now," I said with a chuckle, "Is your sister taking care of the coffee plants?"
"Ah, yes!" Tiffania nodded, "I'll go call her-"
"No need," I said with a smile, "I'll get her myself," I added as I rubbed the underside of Raven's neck, my familiar having silently hopped behind my back in the flawlessly perfect position for scratching. "You keep on playing with Raven and my sisters," I smiled as I rubbed everyone's heads once, before walking off to the entrance of the kind-of-but-not-really greenhouse.
There I found Mathilda of Saxe-Gotha, carefully looking over the plants in her care -which had increased in rows and lines- and a book on them in her hands. In the far off corner, Twitchy had grown thorns and wicked whip-like bladed leafs since the last time I had seen it, but it seemed to be mostly at ease against the corner of the room, not really bothering the other plants.
At the sound of my footsteps, Mathilda turned and then sharply closed the book. "This here is the private property of the La Valliere estate-"
"And I am Henry Philippe, Duke de Brittany, Prince-Consort de Gallia, de la Valliere," I answered offhandedly with a smile, "How are things going for you, Mathilda de Saxe-Goetha?"
Mathilda sharply inhaled air, and then she swallowed nervously, "Should I bow or kneel? I admit I don't know what to do here-"
I shrugged, "Doesn't really matter. Call me properly in public and in private use whatever, I don't really care about that," I said with a chuckle. "Mostly, I'm curious to know if there is anything you, or Tiffania, might need."
"No," Mathilda said, shaking her head, "Nothing-if anything, is this little enough to pay back everything?" she gestured at the plants. "Taking care of them-it doesn't take much time. I might not look like it, but I am a Triangle mage."
"It's fine," I said with a hand raised in dismissal. "Honestly, I think you have a lot of questions, and I am best suited to answering them, but let's do that outside with a cup of coffee, shall we?" I said with a smile. "So I can even taste-test the recent batch."
Mathilda nodded, warily, and then briskly walked out as if on eggshells.
I simply followed her silently, humming all the while.