How serious is the engagement between Saito and Louise? Does her family actually expect them to get married at some point or is he expected to vanish at some point opening her up for a new engagement.
The Steep Path Ahead [Familiar of Zero AU]
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Unless it's part of your AU it's not how magic work, didn't really notice it earlier.
Aside from that it's good for their disguise, who will suspect that two male, gay adventurers are long lost daughter of Karin and her fiance.
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Are you sure?
Like, you combine two elements, and you get a Line spell. If you can combine two elements, you are a Line Mage.
So, if you are a Line Mage, it's because you can combine 'Water-Water' or 'Water-Wind', but it's important to specify it. Because you are a Line Mage even if you combine 'Fire-Earth' or 'Wind-Earth'. But of course, the variety of spells you can cast is quite different depending on that.
Henrietta for example is a Triangle Mage because she can use three Elements of Water. Wales is a triangle mage because he can use three Elements of Wind. Together, they make 'Hexagonal Magic' by combining Three of the Water and Three of the Wind, hence 'Hex'.
Notice, I'm not saying they can only cast spells of that element, just that it comes easier for them to do so. *Alchemy is a dot Earth spell, but pretty much standard curriculum for everyone, while 'Wrought Gold' which is the example of the Wiki, is a Square Class Earth Spell that not everyone can do and is highly unreliable*
I'm pretty sure. You are normal mage when you can use magic of four elements, you are line mage when you can cast spells with two elemental part, be it same element twice or two different ones, triangles can use three blocks, squares four (each rank also reduce cost of lower rank spells by half, so line mage cast fot spells at half cost of before advancing, triangles are half for line, fourth for do and squares follow suit. Each block added to spell double cost so better spells use aame amount of power to cast as weaker used, there is also doubling of willpower pool each time they "rank up"). You are (element) mage when your talent lay toward one element. So Tabitha is either water or wind (can't remember of hand) mage despite prefering ice spells that are water-wind combination.
Same with Colbert, fire mage with best spell being fire-fire-earth (I think but for sure fire and earth) combo (magic made air fuel bomb).
Void mage can use void magic and after Louise cast her first Void spell she was able to use simple normal magic, whether there is limit towards how complicated spells (following common four elements) wasn't really explored but things like locking spells, silencing spells were used.
Hexagonal magic is special technique taught in royal lines that allow two mages to do combined casting for magic above normal human limits.
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Mostly because they moved in a pack and were of different types.
It would be like seeing three tigers and a lion walking down the road. You know they have to belong to a Zoo because otherwise it doesn't make sense for them to be on their own.
And you know the zoo fucked up because there's no one keeping an eye on them.
I agree that it ruins the point and that it's starting to get repetitive.
That would actually be easier to do if she got rid of the disguise, since it's easier to assume two people of the opposite sex are a couple
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Louise Françoise Le Cockblock de la Valliere
There was at least one time in novels where she did it to herself.
Pah. The very best spells start with "Darkness beyond blackest pitch"
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more likely character breaking, when one considers just how much more religious luis is compared to canon louise, I mean just look at her view on elves when Saito asked and what the church spreads about Albinion being a punishment-in-waiting for the moment when somebody considers 'not being at war with the elves' a good idea
The way I see it, meeting Tiffania will be terrible one way or another, because either louise will kill her or louise will have all her believes shattered, especially when they find out how being a familiar brainwashes Saito,
I, for one, can't wait for it to happen, since I hope with the brainbleach gone we will see more of Saitos first world personality and see his opinion clash more often with louise 'I live in the fucking middle ages and I like it' one
I can't recall the quote, but didn't the OP say or imply that the runes didn't do that in this story, that they only decreased homesickness? It was Enslaved that they were, well, brainwashing.
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Well, that's all they do in canon, but we'll have to see if that's all they do here.
Even sans Runes, I'm pretty sure that at this point, all the shared hardships and saving each other's lives has produced an unwilling bond.
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Wasn't it to make him more agreeable to staying instead of decreasing homesickness, because that would be a difference
I also kind of expect them or the familiarbound in this story to make Saito more agreeable with louise then he would have been otherwise, like it does with other familiars, reasoned with his early attitude in the story and how he even now defers to louise in situations where he has no need to defer to her all while going along with her sometimes unreasonable attitude
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So you say that due Saito's 'Gamer attitude' he developed a certain emotional distance with what is happening to him, like people do in games all the time and that due 'devil may care' emotional attitude he simple goes along with whatever unreasonable insanity luise has because to him it is 'just a game' and not something that applies to his situation in real life ?
What? No. That's his way of coping with his situation by taking the piss out of it.
I hope so. Saito is a complete doormat in this fic.
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Keep in mind though Saito's personality aside, he is from culture that is big on respecting, not questioning authority and going along with the group, not a western individualistic culture where one questions authority.
There is also the fact as I noted that he adventured with and has both saved and been saved by Louise that creates a deep bond in and of itself beyond anything the runes could ever hope to create.
There is also the fact as I noted that he adventured with and has both saved and been saved by Louise that creates a deep bond in and of itself beyond anything the runes could ever hope to create.
Mizu
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This probably is both something accurate for this story, and also a thing Westerners have trouble grasping. I mean, we've probably got people who behave the same as the Japanese cultural norms, and vice versa, but they're likely rare compared to the general 'query stuff' behavior much Western culture involves.
Chapter Sixty-One
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Chapter Sixty-One
If it had been hard keeping at bay the Undead on the ground, taking care of those in the sky proved to be quite difficult, if not impossible. At least, until Jacques gave Saito a curt nod and showed him the flat side of his hammer, his muscles tense and the unspoken words of 'Climb Up' being exchanged between the two men.
Saito gave Jacques an understanding look, and clenching tighter his greatsword, he jumped upon the hammer that soon began to spin with him on top.
The throw would have been Olympic material, at least in Saito's opinion, and as he spun in mid-air like a devastating Sonic The Hedgehog wannabe, the young Japanese boy couldn't help but cheer as he felt the impact of the greatsword against the hard bones of the closest dragon shatter them, allowing him to pass through.
Still holding on to the sword, his feet up in the air as the blade had dug deeply into the rotten corpse that was now falling to the ground -a whole wing ripped into being completely useless- he swapped his hold to plant his feet down on the back of the best, yanking the blade free just as another Undead dragon came for him with snapping, rot-filled fangs. A blast of water hit the creature's face, making its eyes go slack as it closed its mouth shut.
Saito took that as the cue to move upon it, and rush all the way to the tip of its tail with a bellowing scream, reaching for yet one more flying dragon who diverted his attention towards him.
The sun was starting to make Saito sweat, even though it should have already gone beyond the horizon of Albion. From his vantage point up above, Saito could barely steal quick glances at the amount of Undead crawling below them. Josette was doing her best, aided by the others of the group, while Louise seemed keen on chanting, whatever spell she had in mind quite long.
Twisting his blade so that it would stick against his foe's mandibles, Saito planted both feet on the creature's snout, pulling the blade to the side as it also diverted the course of the creature, moved not by pain, but by the primal desire to devour the flesh of the living. The cruel gaze that animated its eyes suddenly went away though, mostly because Saito screamed as he pushed the blade further down, splitting the mandible and the skull as he proceeded to rip the dragon in half all the way to the tip.
His left hand shone like the blazing sun that was now over their heads, even as he ended up in a free-fall, he spun with his greatsword, impacting with thunderous fury against one unlucky knight upon a dead griffin.
The impact rocked the very ground, sending deadly shrapnel to rise across their immediate surroundings as the boy gasped for air, his vision all kinds of blurry.
The Undead did not give respite. They were foreign to the concept of 'mercy' or 'awe'. It didn't matter to them if a boy had done the impossible, or survived the odds. They cared for the flesh of the living, and they would have it, no matter what seemed like a daunting task. Like a sole body, hundreds of hands half-rotten and half already skeletal moved closer with a feral-like stance not unlike that of hungry wolves.
Saito swung the greatsword, but the light coming from his left hand began to flicker. His heart thrummed like an airplane's engine, but the swing that caught a couple of skeletons could not complete, forcing him to step back as wicked claws began to rip into the clothes that were unprotected by the armor.
A blast of water reached him from the side, and as he rushed in that direction, the corpses beneath his feet were wet and slippery. His foot stumbled down on a wet arm, and as he fell face first in the mud, the Undead were upon him in a second of hungry, ravenous desire.
The scorching sun above his head began to descend just as his vision was obscured by rotten, yellow teeth covered in dark crimson flesh.
Louise finished her chanting, her swordwand deftly descending down in front of her. Her Willpower was utterly gone, but the blinding light that spread high in the sky could easily be seen from every direction of Albion.
Josette stopped chanting, as did pretty much everyone else. Jacques' massive frame took that as the cue to transform his hammer into an armor around his frame, which he used as a mean to tackle the Undead upon his way to Saito's fallen form, shielding him from the upcoming blast.
The miniature sun impacted the ground with a simple fizzle, but then it cracked asunder, and exploded in a shower of light that encompassed the whole battlefield, vaporizing on the spot the entire army of Undead, covering everything into white candor.
The cold Albion breeze was replaced by a warm summer-like wind for a brief moment, and as Louise gasped for air, her swordwand planted on the ground and her hands gripping on to it to keep herself steady, she was sweating profusely from the effort.
Not a single Undead remained upon the battlefield. Not a single corpse, or speck of grass, dared to show itself. There was only a large iron lump that soon receded back into the typical iron slab that belonged to Jacques, the man in question, and Saito beneath him.
"Is...Is Saito all right?" Louise asked, her breathing uneven.
Josette squinted her eyes, and as she saw Jacques carry the boy, who appeared to be pretty much in the same condition as Louise, she smiled, "Yes! They're both fine!"
"Good," Louise said, her body wobbling to the side. "That's...really good."
Louise flopped down on the side, her breathing evening out as she was grabbed quite quickly by Jeanette.
"She's out cold," Jeanette said in a whisper.
"He is out cold," Bleu said with a little cough.
"It's not like the Gandalfr has incredible hearing," Jeanette muttered. "He definitely didn't hear me having the 'hots' for him from below deck."
"Or maybe he did and he played it shy," Bleu added with a smile still on his face, "Now, now, keep the character up my dear," Bleu removed his hat and waved at Jacques' nearing form. "Oh my! Is Mister Saito all right?"
"Knocked out," Jacques said gruffly. "Fought like a man possessed-lifted a greatsword weighing more than him with ease."
"They really are something, these experienced adventurers!" Bleu said cheerfully.
"Are they going to be all right?" Josette asked, her voice worried as she looked from Jacques to Jeanette. "We'll need to find a place to rest-"
In the far off distance, movement could be seen amidst the trees on the other side of the battlefield. There had been some stragglers, and while a good deal away, they were now closing in.
"Closest city is that way," Bleu said, "Hopefully we won't find this sort of stuff in Londinium. Seriously, what the hell happened? Damien better have an explanation," he added in a whisper.
"Hey now," Jeanette hissed. "You warned me against-"
Bleu gave her a friendly glare and a finger against his lips, and Jeanette grew quiet. The boy then winked, and began to hurry up. Without another word, Jeanette did the same with Louis slung over her shoulder.
She might have appeared as a frail and youthful adventurer, but she hadn't become a knight of Gallia because she looked cute.
Like everyone else, she owed her position to Lady Charlotte.
So if Lady Charlotte told her to act like a weak girl secretly in love, she would.
Although she had no idea why.
Hadn't the Gandalfr's skills already been put to test by Lady Charlotte herself?
If it had been hard keeping at bay the Undead on the ground, taking care of those in the sky proved to be quite difficult, if not impossible. At least, until Jacques gave Saito a curt nod and showed him the flat side of his hammer, his muscles tense and the unspoken words of 'Climb Up' being exchanged between the two men.
Saito gave Jacques an understanding look, and clenching tighter his greatsword, he jumped upon the hammer that soon began to spin with him on top.
The throw would have been Olympic material, at least in Saito's opinion, and as he spun in mid-air like a devastating Sonic The Hedgehog wannabe, the young Japanese boy couldn't help but cheer as he felt the impact of the greatsword against the hard bones of the closest dragon shatter them, allowing him to pass through.
Still holding on to the sword, his feet up in the air as the blade had dug deeply into the rotten corpse that was now falling to the ground -a whole wing ripped into being completely useless- he swapped his hold to plant his feet down on the back of the best, yanking the blade free just as another Undead dragon came for him with snapping, rot-filled fangs. A blast of water hit the creature's face, making its eyes go slack as it closed its mouth shut.
Saito took that as the cue to move upon it, and rush all the way to the tip of its tail with a bellowing scream, reaching for yet one more flying dragon who diverted his attention towards him.
The sun was starting to make Saito sweat, even though it should have already gone beyond the horizon of Albion. From his vantage point up above, Saito could barely steal quick glances at the amount of Undead crawling below them. Josette was doing her best, aided by the others of the group, while Louise seemed keen on chanting, whatever spell she had in mind quite long.
Twisting his blade so that it would stick against his foe's mandibles, Saito planted both feet on the creature's snout, pulling the blade to the side as it also diverted the course of the creature, moved not by pain, but by the primal desire to devour the flesh of the living. The cruel gaze that animated its eyes suddenly went away though, mostly because Saito screamed as he pushed the blade further down, splitting the mandible and the skull as he proceeded to rip the dragon in half all the way to the tip.
His left hand shone like the blazing sun that was now over their heads, even as he ended up in a free-fall, he spun with his greatsword, impacting with thunderous fury against one unlucky knight upon a dead griffin.
The impact rocked the very ground, sending deadly shrapnel to rise across their immediate surroundings as the boy gasped for air, his vision all kinds of blurry.
The Undead did not give respite. They were foreign to the concept of 'mercy' or 'awe'. It didn't matter to them if a boy had done the impossible, or survived the odds. They cared for the flesh of the living, and they would have it, no matter what seemed like a daunting task. Like a sole body, hundreds of hands half-rotten and half already skeletal moved closer with a feral-like stance not unlike that of hungry wolves.
Saito swung the greatsword, but the light coming from his left hand began to flicker. His heart thrummed like an airplane's engine, but the swing that caught a couple of skeletons could not complete, forcing him to step back as wicked claws began to rip into the clothes that were unprotected by the armor.
A blast of water reached him from the side, and as he rushed in that direction, the corpses beneath his feet were wet and slippery. His foot stumbled down on a wet arm, and as he fell face first in the mud, the Undead were upon him in a second of hungry, ravenous desire.
The scorching sun above his head began to descend just as his vision was obscured by rotten, yellow teeth covered in dark crimson flesh.
Louise finished her chanting, her swordwand deftly descending down in front of her. Her Willpower was utterly gone, but the blinding light that spread high in the sky could easily be seen from every direction of Albion.
Josette stopped chanting, as did pretty much everyone else. Jacques' massive frame took that as the cue to transform his hammer into an armor around his frame, which he used as a mean to tackle the Undead upon his way to Saito's fallen form, shielding him from the upcoming blast.
The miniature sun impacted the ground with a simple fizzle, but then it cracked asunder, and exploded in a shower of light that encompassed the whole battlefield, vaporizing on the spot the entire army of Undead, covering everything into white candor.
The cold Albion breeze was replaced by a warm summer-like wind for a brief moment, and as Louise gasped for air, her swordwand planted on the ground and her hands gripping on to it to keep herself steady, she was sweating profusely from the effort.
Not a single Undead remained upon the battlefield. Not a single corpse, or speck of grass, dared to show itself. There was only a large iron lump that soon receded back into the typical iron slab that belonged to Jacques, the man in question, and Saito beneath him.
"Is...Is Saito all right?" Louise asked, her breathing uneven.
Josette squinted her eyes, and as she saw Jacques carry the boy, who appeared to be pretty much in the same condition as Louise, she smiled, "Yes! They're both fine!"
"Good," Louise said, her body wobbling to the side. "That's...really good."
Louise flopped down on the side, her breathing evening out as she was grabbed quite quickly by Jeanette.
"She's out cold," Jeanette said in a whisper.
"He is out cold," Bleu said with a little cough.
"It's not like the Gandalfr has incredible hearing," Jeanette muttered. "He definitely didn't hear me having the 'hots' for him from below deck."
"Or maybe he did and he played it shy," Bleu added with a smile still on his face, "Now, now, keep the character up my dear," Bleu removed his hat and waved at Jacques' nearing form. "Oh my! Is Mister Saito all right?"
"Knocked out," Jacques said gruffly. "Fought like a man possessed-lifted a greatsword weighing more than him with ease."
"They really are something, these experienced adventurers!" Bleu said cheerfully.
"Are they going to be all right?" Josette asked, her voice worried as she looked from Jacques to Jeanette. "We'll need to find a place to rest-"
In the far off distance, movement could be seen amidst the trees on the other side of the battlefield. There had been some stragglers, and while a good deal away, they were now closing in.
"Closest city is that way," Bleu said, "Hopefully we won't find this sort of stuff in Londinium. Seriously, what the hell happened? Damien better have an explanation," he added in a whisper.
"Hey now," Jeanette hissed. "You warned me against-"
Bleu gave her a friendly glare and a finger against his lips, and Jeanette grew quiet. The boy then winked, and began to hurry up. Without another word, Jeanette did the same with Louis slung over her shoulder.
She might have appeared as a frail and youthful adventurer, but she hadn't become a knight of Gallia because she looked cute.
Like everyone else, she owed her position to Lady Charlotte.
So if Lady Charlotte told her to act like a weak girl secretly in love, she would.
Although she had no idea why.
Hadn't the Gandalfr's skills already been put to test by Lady Charlotte herself?
