Summoning Woes

One Shot 2 - Entrance

Note: This is a stand alone story is meant for pure comedic purposes without any true plot behind it. For the actual story, please proceed to the chapter "Loom".

Things ought to go well now. Okay, maybe not with all the destruction done when Zellha was berserk. The authorities naturally found blame on Klavier for not being able to contain her power. They took one step further, making the most unreasonable demand to a mere student - to pay up twenty million zel or face expulsion.

While the huge fee was something to make a fuss out of, it was not all that bad to him. The experiences he had got him to write even more songs in a span of a single day, notably from the tough training with Michele, the intensity of his fear when he fought Zellha and the love that he freely gave away that ultimately calmed her down.

He sat on the bench in front of the piano, testing the arranged music notes he made for himself when he heard the door creaked open.

“What’s up?” Klavier asked as he played on as if he was never disturbed in the first place.

“We’ve been told by Elder Grah about your situation,” Zellha replied. “It’s a huge debt to clear.”

“I’m still finding ways around it but right now, I’ve kind of hit a wall. The school festival is coming up and there’s a lot of preparations needed so I’ll think about it when the event is over.”

“School festival? What’s it about?” Michele asked.

“It’s a once-a-year event held by the school to raise funds for the school activities. We’re quite high profile if you look at it, with the hype of summoning still high in the air and more recently, the need to renovate the destroyed areas,” Zellha looked down on the floor as when he said that. “I’m yet to register for anything significant though.”

“You play the piano, right?” Michele asked. “Why not you do a set of performances?”

Zellha snapped her fingers. “That’s a great idea! You could even get the band to assist you to make excellent music!”

“Heh, even a dumb person can outwit you.”

“Oh?” Zellha smirked, suppressing the obvious desire to laugh. “You finally acknowledge your stupidity.”

“What did you say?”

“Don’t look at me like that. You started it. So, let’s get onto pulling through this proposal,” Zellha shifted her attention to Klavier. “You should submit some of your entries to the band and let them help you play it along with you. Who knows, you might actually get popular that way.”

“I’m not seeking popularity,” he said.

“Humble guy, aren’t you? While you perform out there, I’ll be selling lemonades. They’re a hit even among the gods so you can trust that I can fetch lots of cash.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Michele commented. “It sounds almost like you want to scam people.”

“Do I? Then what do you intend to do to help Klavier? H~mm?”

“I-I don’t know! Don’t look at me like that, it’s creeping me out.”

“Ah, I know. You can do modelling.”

“Modelling?” Klavier asked. “Do you know how tough a job that is?”

“It’s not going to kill this monkey here. I’ll admit she’s got a good figure but that’s all there is to it.”

“Who are you calling monkey?” Michele’s cheek muscles twitched.

“You.”

“I’m going to destroy you,” she stood up, pulling out her axes as Zellha scrolled her tongue out.