A Tale of One Deviant (Book One)

Chapter 175: Piece by Piecing de Libellules

Sure, it was probably a lacking way of doing things, just dropping bombs before running off and letting someone else deal with the problem...but my internal debates were still not done. I couldn't face them for talking just yet, since my pride was putting itself where my mouth and magic were, and I couldn't help but want to turn them away from me whenever I was visible. I couldn't help but want to make them silent so they didn't try to call out to me. I couldn't help but want to-

     Master, your business at the de Libellule house is not yet finished.

     Agh...

     I knew exactly what she was talking about while thrusting the image of the two wary, on edge knights in my mind from seemingly forever ago.

     But I bet they've forgotten by now.

     You don't just "forget" being at an active Demon summoning, Master. Please go apologize to them, and don't require me to press you as Magaris had to for your parents.

     Tch...

     No mental tongue clicking either.

     But it was nighttime, so what was the point of going then...they were probably sleeping-

     They aren't.

     So I left for that day, headed home despite my familiar's protesting, and had a wonderful dinner with Magaris and the lolicon. He seemed distracted those days, always reading something when he came in and dipping his head in thought while slowly munching away at something. Magaris tried to start a conversation with me, and I willingly began to tell her about my day, until I got to the part where I called those people as heathens and then she told me silence was a good idea...

     Thus, as I'd already promised those people-

     Your parents.

     -I returned the next day, early morning, to fix the twins so they could appear before general society again, to apologize to two knights for possibly giving them a new trauma, and to find a certain missing princess that ironically ran away from people who knew her to end up residing in the former home of her very own magic teacher...

     When arriving at the manor, I kept my presence only detectable within a certain sphere so the children didn't come after me clamoring with questions, appearing before one of them. My head swung left and right looking for the other, confused since they had been chronically attached to each other in my childhood.

     "Hey, Brownie," I floated over the head of the watered-down giantkin as he sat on a bench outside, scuffed free of snow, facing the training grounds. His head swung up and he leaned slightly backwards, probably not flying off the bench into the wall behind him as Grandfather had done because he recognized my voice and knew I was prone to popping up places. "Sorry for scaring you with the Demon summoning thing."

     "..."

     Anything else...ah. But no, because Kiki already edited memories of that...

     Magaris sending him flying through the trees and crashing through the well...

     "Alright, that's all. Bye-"

     "Magaris."

     What...Kiki, didn't you edit-

     I did.

     "...what about her?" I asked, staring down nonchalantly. Just hanging in the air seemed to be my thing those days, looking down past where my feet dangled.