A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 109: Looking For Better Days

"Huh?"

"What're you standing there for? Work your magic, I'll be waiting outside," Adoray was staring down at the dumbfounded me, seeing my head fall to the side uncomprehendingly. "Oh, and adult form please. I don't want the rumors you created last time about me having a daughter to spring up again."

"O...kay?"

"Good."

He left, and I continued staring at the door, stupefied, as he walked down the hall. I heard the front door's bell jingle and he stepped outside, staying there and waiting as he said he would.

What?

So he wasn't kicking me out?

He pulled a pocket watch out of his coat, a different one from usual that I'd not noticed he put on. It was only then that I realized he really was waiting for me, going to take me to the festival. Instantly I snapped out of my x-ray vision and pulled my transformation magic, smiling so hard that I could feel my muscles changing as I grew into that lovely mixed version of my father and mother. I put my doctor's clothes on, the 1800's ones that I rarely wore having not been given the chance, and put the long red hair up in a ponytail.

Then, I dashed out while smiling to myself and almost smacked myself on the front door. It was pull, not push, if you were going outside!

When Adoray saw the better mood I was in, he mumbled to himself, "For sure I will regret this."

"No, Adoray," I lectured with a finger at him as some spectacles appeared on my nose. "It's not 'will,' but rather 'I already do' in your case. For me, it's 'I don't regret this!'"

"Really now?" His eyes glinted from behind his glasses as the torch light hit his face, hair ruffling away and finally showing his full profile as a strong wind kicked up. He reached up and pat his hair down with a frown. "I guess you're right, for once."

"Ha! I knew it!" The glasses disappeared as I took the arm that was offered to me, slinging my arm into it and leaning on my escort. "It may not seem like it, but I'm often correct!"

"That's a lie."

"No it's not!"

"That's also a lie."

I huffed as we passed by a couple that was staring, "Mou, Adoray. Why are you so stubborn when it comes to me being right?!"

"Because if you are right, then that means I'm wrong," he blinked while looking ahead, guiding me down another path as we continued arguing and chatting, tsukkomiing the other when they said something ridiculous. I rolled my eyes many times that night, laughing at some of the stuff he said that was hilarious to me but pretty serious to him.

In case it was hard to notice, I found it quite funny whenever people failed in life.

Adoray setting himself on fire when practicing magic as a child was quite funny to me.

We went into this whole debate on who had a worse time learning magic. In the end it was a tie between the stories of me being forced to practice learning mind defensive magic when thrown into the sky by my Dragon-hearted mother, and him being forced to go far down south into the mountains and icecaps thousands of pouriks south from here, almost onto the center of this world's axis, to learn ice magic. When I added in the part of Fang training me, we both grimaced. Let's just say that Fang is very famous across this world, even though he stays in his village and never leaves these days.

People in this world can be a little too normal or a little too extreme, we both learned today.

"Adoray!" I heard a familiar voice in front of us, which made me look up.