Chapter Eighty-Seven
Louise whimpered softly, and then bit down on her knuckles. "Saito-" she received, of course, no reply. Saito simply looked at her, and then at Tiffania, his expression unfaltering.
In the boy's mind, he was acting like a true Nippon, a Samurai that does not bend, no matter how cute the person in front of him is. His spine was made of true katana steel, folded over a thousand times. He would not bend! No matter how much Louise seemed to be lacking sleep, or how pale she was turning out to be, he had no intention of letting her continue like this.
"Mister Saito," Tiffania said softly, "I-I don't think you should keep doing this. Miss Louise is clearly hurt by your silence," the girl fidgeted with her fingers, "I don't want to be the cause of any grief between two lovers-I understand and-"
"Tiffania," Saito said, locking eyes with her. "You're a good girl. And I can't stand people saying mean thing to good girls, no matter who they are," he smiled then, "I'm sure Louise will come around."
"Don't speak as if I'm not here," Louise said bitterly, clutching her knees right by Saito's side. Saito, in turn, simply remained quiet. "I said-"
She turned towards Tiffania, "You! If you really don't want to bring grief between us, then tell him I'm not going to apologize for what I know is the word of the Gods and the Founder!"
Tiffania hesitated, and then looked towards Saito. "Miss Louise says she has...she has nothing to apologize for."
"Tiffania," Saito said softly, "Who is this 'Miss Louise' you are speaking of? My Louise's a kind girl who would help anyone in need and certainly wouldn't say something as silly as believing in a book over what she sees with her own eyes."
"The Holy Founder's Book is the basis of our religion! Of my religion! Of your religion-" she stammered, her eyes wide. "Wait-Wait a moment, if you're not from this world-then...oh no," she mumbled to herself for a brief instant, "You're a non-believer, aren't you?"
Saito didn't answer, but simply scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I fell in love with a heretic," Louise continued in disbelief, shaking her head. "Really-the devil's temptations-Father Christoff would be so ashamed of me. Damn it, Saito-stop ignoring me!" she snapped angrily next. "Come on!" she grabbed his arm, "You can't really think this isn't a big deal! Enough with the silent treatment!"
Saito still didn't answer, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking out of the carriage's window. He wasn't afraid of Louise's swordwand, or of the strength of her fingers pinching at his arm.
"Why you!" Louise snapped, her shoulders trembling as she began to sniffle.
"Ah-please-please don't cry-" Tiffania said, "I'm sorry-"
"N-No," Louise sniffled, "I'm sorry-I'm sorry-" as the girl finally apologized, Tiffania extended her arms like she did with the orphans she took care of, and Louise actually jumped in those arms sniffling and crying.
Saito couldn't help but feel his face flush, and brought a hand to his nose as the spectacle in front of him was quite 'interesting' to say the least. He wiped the blood away with Charlotte's handkerchief, putting it back in his pocket shortly after.
Once the tears were spent, and the apologies ran dry, Louise turned to look at Saito with an angry glare. "Now-Now you'll talk to me, right?"
"Yes," Saito nodded. "See? Isn't forgiveness a part of Brimir's faith anyway?"
Saito winced and then paled as he didn't even see the foot that flickered from where Louise stood on the carriage right an inch before his family jewels, leaving behind the steam formed due to just how fast it had moved.
"Now let's move to something more important," she snapped curtly.
"We already had the discussion about me not following your religion!" Saito exclaimed.
"I know," Louise nodded. "I just realized you haven't converted yet. We can't have that be known, so-"
"Wait. What?" Saito furrowed his brows. "I'm not converting."
"B-But you have to!" Louise snapped. "How do you plan on marrying me otherwise?!"
"Well-We can still go to the church-"
"But if you haven't even been baptized, then the marriage's worthless!" her hands gripped tightly at Saito's by the scruff of the neck, "You will not marry me with sin still clutching your soul, Saito! That is not how our marriage is going to work! Like King Jean said: Lutece is well worth a bath!"
"Not a chance!" Saito exclaimed, shaking his head.
"Then I won't talk to you until you apologize to the Founder and the Gods and baptize yourself! Let's see how this ends!" and with those words said, it was Louise's turn to cross her arms in front of her chest and look away, huffing.
"Louise!" Saito yelled hotly, "You can't be this hardheaded! Come on-I was ignoring you first!"
The smile of victory on Louise's lips did not leave the young woman all the way through the remaining days of the trip back into Tristain, even as the field of battle had shifted, and so too had the contestants.
Tiffania was the first one to descend, hesitant at first, but then resolute as they reached the Tristain Magic Academy's courtyard. As the trio descended from the coach, and the coachman took a sigh of relief and then moved the coach to the side standing in wait, Tiffania bowed primly to the two of them.
"Thank you for escorting me here safely," she said with a small warm smile. "I hope you will make peace with one another," she added softly.
"If she stopped being such a hardheaded woman," Saito sighed, passing a hand through his hair in disbelief.
"If he stopped being such a heretic," Louise answered in turn, huffing and pushing her hair behind her shoulder. They locked eyes next and narrowed them at one another.
"Tiffania? Tiffania!" from the top of the academy's tallest tower, a green-haired woman descended with the clear use of magic, landing softly on the ground and then rushing towards her. "Oh! I was so worried!" she brought both hands to the girl's cheeks as Tiffania fidgeted under the embarrassing 'spotlight' her older sister was putting her through.
"B-Big sister Ma-" her big sister hugged her tightly, taking her breath away.
"There's a lot we need to speak of, but not here-" she added, "And I must thank these kind people for carrying you all the way here," she turned towards the two of them, a smile plastered on her face. She bowed with grace, "I thank you for carrying my sister all the way here-"
"It wasn't a problem at all," Saito said with a wave of the hand, while Louise simply nodded with a small smile.
Tiffania's big sister turned to walk back inside the academy with her sister in tow, the half-elf carrying her small backpack tightly from sheer nervousness.
The moment she was out of their sight, Saito sighed. "She's such a good girl. I hope she gets all the luck from now on-"
"Yeah," Louise nodded. "She's not that bad, for-wait a moment, I'm ignoring you! Ignoring y-"
Still, the moment of anger was broken, and on the way back, the two reconciled.
Anger was replaced by sheer terror upon the realization that Louise's father would personally test Saito's worth since he had all the intentions of 'staying' together with his daughter.
Louise had thought her mother to be the scary one, but her father wearing an armor and standing atop a manticore himself?
He was quite scary too.
"Now then, for my youngest's hand," he brought up his rapier. "I will fight you!"
Saito nervously looked at the man with a puzzled expression. A supersonic whip of water that broke the sound barrier and cut off a few inches of Saito's hair however soon changed his opinion on the man.
The man's eyes narrowed. "The name I went by while in the Knights was Centurion! I was a captain of the Knights loyal to His Majesty, and if you think me old and fat, then think again, boy!"
"S-Saito! Don't die!" Louise yelled from the nearby balcony, her mother standing by the girl's side with a hand against her face, shaking her head. Even she, no matter how 'powerful' she was, could not stop a father's righteous desire to 'test' the boy his daughter fancied. Perhaps it was a mercy, and Pierre was doing the boy a favor.
After all, if he hadn't done this, she would have.
Something told her that Louise wouldn't forgive her that easily though, so...
It was Pierre's turn to appear as the 'tyrant' in the couple. His sacrifice would be remembered, especially because her daughter was holding on to her arm tightly, which, to her motherly heart, was pretty much a heaven-sent.
Her daughter couldn't be this cute, but she was.
And she was all hers -theirs, she quickly corrected her mind, of Pierre too, of course- so...
"Pierre! Do your best dear!" she shouted from the balcony overlooking the garden.
"OH!" Pierre's frame suddenly ignited with invisible flames, making Saito wince at the pressure. "If my lovely wife says so, then there's no way I can lose now!"
Saito clenched the handle of his sword -it had been taken as a loan from the armory, but wasn't a cheap or fake imitation. It was a solid piece of steel, and was also quite sharp in its own right.
Thus there they stood.
Two men facing one another with their beloved ones watching them fight.
Just like knights out of a fairy tale.
Only, one of the two knights had magic and wasn't afraid of using it.