freedom | anastacius de alger obelia

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"you shouldn't have drunk too much, geez." liberty scolded while wiping anastacius' face with a damp towel.

"i said i'm fine..." he passive-aggressively mumbled.

liberty sighed and stood up. "wait here. i'll get you some soup, then we can go visit heinze." the lady said and went out of the room.

anastacius just stared at the ceiling as the memories of the earlier morning started dancing through his head.

he gathered people and befriended them, flowering them with his fluttering and bread-full-of-air words.

he drank beer for the first time again. he would only drink wine, but beer?

and he introduced the magician as his wife. his wife. and they're here to start a family, so he told the people to take care of her? really?

really anastacius? really? he sighed to himself.

jennette... i should have brought her... no, it's better if she stays at the castle with claude's brat. anastacius thought.

this body is already dead anyway. it's running out of mana, aeternitas already took everything.

"why did she take me anyways..? i should've just hung myself..." anastacius murmured.

"i'm back." liberty said and placed the tray with a bowl of soup down the nightstand before sitting on the bed.

"i didn't know why you acted that way yesterday night, but since you've literally announced it to anyone, we have no choice but to pretend that we're married." liberty started and gently pulled anastacius to sit down.

"we have a lot of money given by the pirates. it'll be good for a land, a house, and half a year's supply of every single need a normal couple should have," she added and took the bowl.

she scooped a genuine amount of soup and blew onto it. "then we'll have to work if we want to keep living. ah."

anastacius opened his mouth like a child and let himself be fed. "you're a magician, can't you just magic up money?"

liberty giggled awkwardly. "i'm not even a registered one. so i can't use magic leisurely."

"but—"

"nah-uh uh, your highness~ you may be living a lavish life before, but that's it. you're aurelius now. if you wanna live, you have to work for the money. are we clear?"

liberty blew the soup again. "here. ah."

"your mana isn't like any other magician's." anastacius said. "i felt that black-haired brat claude has. your mana feels stronger than his."

liberty fed him another spoonful. "that's just your imagination. i'm just a weak magician, that's all." she answered.

"come to think of it, you look like him," he added.

"do i?" liberty said and chuckled. "anyways, does your head still hurt?"

"how old are you?"

"350 years old. does your head still hurt?"

"a bit. but i'll live."

"that's good." she mumbled and fed him again. "you need to come up with a new signature later as well."

"is liberty friedan your real name?"

"it is." she answered. "and that's what i'm giving you, thazus. that's the only reason why i took you away."