Sacrifices For Love (Soukoku)

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The white haired raised a suspicious brow as she asked,  "You're a healer,  I assume?"

The purple haired nodded, hesitantly approaching the kneeling duo as she did her magic.

She mumbled a few inaudible words of her spell, a glowing butterfly appearing from her hands as it flew in a few circles, glitter particles following it as it it made its way to the brunette, diving into Dazai's chest,  dissolving into nothing as Yosano smiled, confidently saying, “He should be alright now.”

The Queens stared at the initially shivering brunette.  They were surprised to see the other now unconscious, his skin now reverting back to its original colour and not as pale as before. 

The white haired stared in surprise as she glanced at the brunette next to her who looked relieved,  eyes warily glancing at her son to check if he was safe

She silently thanked the purple haired,  arms wrapping and weakly pulling the brunette to a hug. Her initial worry wearing her down. 

She looked like she was on the verge of crying yet was bravely holding back tears. Yosano's eyes softened as she nodded, glancing back at the ginger who had stolen a look at the situation.  He was currently still working his own magic but it seemed he himself was getting tired as he gave his father a weary look. 

The raven haired caught the look, a small line of electricity from his fingers, giving the man a shock that made him knockout. 

The King next to him raised a brow as the Raven haired reassured the other, “Don't worry, I didn’t kill him.”

The other nodded,  gesturing for his guards to take the man away.  The guards promptly handcuffed the man with anti-magic cuffs that were made just a year ago by a genius scientist that worked for the kingdom. 

The Raven haired watched in awe,  “So those are the handcuffs you were talking about.”

The taller one nodded,  “Yes. I shall sell you some at a discounted price if you would like.”

It seemed that the other had also grown fond of the King of Celestoria.  What could I say? Like father, like son. 

The raven haired responded kindly with a ‘yes please'. 

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With that, Dazai was sent to the castle's doctor's office, the purple haired following behind. 

The Queen had persuaded the husband to allow Yosano to stay in the castle as their personal healer. The doctor, already working for them for three whole decades, had no magic but was skilled in medicine.

Having a healer that could deal with magical spells would be a bonus. However, under Yosano's own request,  she'll be available any time of the day but she was still going to be operating her booth at the trading port. 

The King had done quick work to relocate her booth closer to the castle, in case of emergencies. 

Despite everything that happened, Dazai’s father had merely passed by the doctor's office, giving his son a mere glance before resuming his walk back to the dining room for the upcoming dinner. 

The Queen was not surprised but had stayed by her son's side the whole time,  the chef personally delivering her meal to her in the office. 

Even the chef has stayed, sitting stoic and with a straight back beside the Queen to check in with the brunette. 

That made the Queen's heart clench painfully. Her husband had never really expressed his worry or concern before. She had to love her son even more to show him that at least she thought he was irreplaceable. 

Noticing the other's tense atmosphere, the red head asked,  “Did the King not visit?”

The Queen glanced at the other before sighing and nodding. 

The redhead hummed, maybe he had touched a sensitive topic. 

To his surprise, the queen had requested for the doctor to take a break as her hand stroked her son's cheek gently. 

“His father never showed any love to his only son.”

The redhead struggled to find the right words to reply.  He was quite honestly shocked the Queen had trusted him enough to talk to him. 

As if she had read his mind, she chuckled lightly to relieve the tense atmosphere which did little in the silent office. 

“You know, Osamu had got into a small fight with his father to let you be our head chef.”

Oda's eyes widened as he hummed,  urging the other to continue. 

The Queen smiled, hands pushing through her son's locks. 

“My husband was rather sceptical about you at that time and had threatened to execute you before Osamu had spoken up and had gotten into an argument with him. In the end, Osamu won because he was still young and my husband was unwilling to tarnish his already strained relationship with him.”

The red head nodded,  attentively listening to what the Queen was saying. 

“I remembered then not talking for a few weeks, with me being the middle bridge for them to communicate. It was horrible.”

Oda sighed, “I'm feeling rather guilty now.” he joked as the Queen laughed along. 

“Osamu finally mustered the courage to start a conversation with his father after he was over his supposingly ‘childish' fight and acted like it never happened at all.”

“Is their relationship improving?”

The other shook her head,  “I always had hope his father loved him deep down but didn't want to show it. Osamu can sense that his father does not like him. I am unsure what to do now.”

Sensing like it was a good time to implant his opinion, the red head hummed thoughtfully before commenting,  “I feel that it's a matter for only the both of them to solve. All we can do is to be their supporting pillars. I would love to say they'll figure it out but I,  myself, am unsure what may happen.”

The Queen smiled, nodding softly,  "I would live for them to be close but you're right.  We have to let things happen on it's own."