Fantasia of the Inn Sleeping with Obsessions Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Up above in the unsetting sky are the sights of piercing lights and the clamour of blows. With murderous resolve two shadows duel to the death.

Owen & Mithra: …

It was two Northern Wizards, Owen and Mithra, who were at each other’s throats. 

Owen: Ever since I first laid eyes on you I knew I wouldn’t like you. Today I’ll finally get rid of you.

Mithra: Is that so? But isn’t it the truth that you quite like this face of mine?

Owen: I’ll let Cerberus snack on that airhead of yours that only has flowers growing in it. 

Cure Memini.

Mithra: Arthim.

Their magic spells slam together and the impact causes the Magic Manor to shake. 

Distressed, all I could do was stand and watch from the ground at the disastrous scene playing out in the sky.

Akira: (C-Crap…at this rate the manor’s done for!)

Mithra: …

Owen: …

As a matter of fact, it wasn’t.

Instead, it was just Mithra and Owen who ended up bruised and toasted. 

Oz, who had come home from a mission, forcibly put an end to their battle with his lightning strikes. 

Snow: We take our eyes off you for just a minute and…

White: What a troublesome pair, you two.

Owen: Piss off. You twins seriously think that by calling Oz everything will work out?

Snow: Yes, actually.

White: It pretty much did. 

Mithra: I won’t be counting this as a loss to Oz. I didn’t unleash my full power in the end.

Snow: Whatever, whatever. Just don’t put the manor in danger again. 

White: What I want to hear is, why did you guys start fighting this time?

Owen: I asked Mithra to take care of the mission for the Northern wizards tomorrow. 

Since he’s come to live here at this manor he always looks so terribly bored, I thought I’d give him a chance to go crazy once in a while.

Mithra: That’s when I asked Owen in return to go instead. He looks like he has a lot of freetime. 

Owen: The one who’s free is YOU isn’t it? Never sleeping, always playing in the sunshine with those Southern brothers like an idiot. 

Mithra: I think that you who teases that former knight all the time has tons of more freetime than me. 

Owen & Mithra: …

The two send a sharp gaze to each other, like their drive for battle was revived. 

That was when Bradley, who had raided the kitchen, came walking by, nibbling on a piece of bacon.

With a single scan of the scene he seemed to have understood what was going on, and pointed at the two of them, cackling. 

Bradley: Hey my dudes! Nice faces you’re makin’, why dontcha have your asses smacked while we’re at it? 

All murderous intent they had for each other moved onto Bradley. 

Mithra: Arthi…

Owen: Cure…

Snow & White: Noscomnia!

The twins who were faster, summoned three large ice chunks above their heads and slammed it down.

Mithra, Owen, & Bradley: …Ow!

Bradley: The hell!? I have nothing to do with this! 

Snow & White: Group punishment. 

Snow: Hooh, how can we make you all behave…

White: If you meet one, they jeer at you, if they come together, they want to kill each other… you three are too hotblooded! 

Owen: I’m the one who’s most behaved here, aren’t I? I haven’t killed a fly.

Mithra: And we’re gathered together with not so much as a thing happening, so compliment us, would you?

The Magic Manor is a place where a group of different wizards live together like a sharehouse. 

Because they live in close proximity to each other, squabbles and quarrels are inevitable, and small headbutts and such happen on the regular.

Akira: (That being said…the fights between the Northern wizards are never on the level of ‘mere disagreement’...)

No exaggeration there, they always put their lives on the line when it comes to their fights, and with the dining hall or hallway as their arena.

I’m not sure if that’s the natural characteristic of a Northerner, but I imagine the manor could break down one day from how often their chaos ensues. Not imagine, actually, it probably will.  

And so, I am constantly worried that they will lose their lives one day in these fights.

Akira: Uhm…is it possible you could, juuust a bit, be friendlier with each other? 

Owen & Bradley: No way.

Bradley: Like hell we could! It’d be easier to turn into stone instead.

Owen: Same. Do you even know how many hundreds of years we’ve been at each other’s throats? 

Akira: Right, right…

Flat out rejected, I drop my shoulders. I knew it would be easier said than done. 

Akira: (It’s only for our convenience I tell them not to fight…is there really no way to get them to stop…)

Snow: Do not give up so easily. Tomorrow we Northern wizards have a mission, don’t we?

Those kids may grumble about it, but they can do it if they try. Just trust in me.

White: With a lovely display of outstanding team play we’ll finish this mission in no time! 

Snow & White: To be continueeed!

Akira: I, I look forward to it!!

Comforted by their kind words my anxiety settles and I replace my hopes in Snow and White.

However, the next day…

Akira: Everyone, thank you for the hard work, especially on such late notice!

Figaro: No problem! It was a cinch, right everybody?

Mitile: Yup!

Rutile: We must help each other when needed after all. 

Lennox: Yes, so call on us whenever. 

Mithra, Owen, & Bradley: …

Snow & White: Haugh…

As we passed through the garden, the Northern wizards entered my field of vision.

Snow and White sighed as they scolded the other three. It was clear as day that they were being lectured. 

Snow & White: Mm?

When the twins noticed us they made a surprised face and raised their shoulders, looking back up at the three. 

Snow & White: Look behind you now. Before we were to head out, the Southern wizards had already finished the mission in our stead!

Mitile: Huh? Is the mission you wanted us to take last minute…

Rutile: The mission the Northern wizards were supposed to go on? 

Akira: Yeah, actually. We were doing well in our preparations but…before we could go…

Snow: “Departure time!” we sang and looked about, to find that none of them were around!

Figaro: I get the picture now. So that’s why it was up to us. 

Snow: Sorry to have pushed this on you.

White: Come now, you children need to say your thanks as well.

Bradley: Oh put a sock in it.

Owen: It’s not like I asked them to.

Acting like they didn’t hear a peep, they look to the side. They were just like delinquent students who got told off by their teacher.

Mithra: But isn’t this good? If it was that easy of a mission that even the Southern wizards could handle by themselves, then it’s lucky we didn’t go. 

Snow: True, you all have come home rather quickly. The details of the request seemed like a handful though.

White: Right, it was a request from a Central noble. Apparently their daughter was cursed by the Great Calamity, wandering between the boundaries of the lands of life and death.

Lennox: That’s what we heard, but…

The request was rather exaggerated, and in reality, she just had a bad case of pollen allergies. 

Figaro casted healing magic on her, and the mission was over in seconds.

Figaro: It was more an appointment than a mission. 

Snow & White: Is that…so…

Mithra: Don’t we receive too many worthless requests? 

Bradley: Yeah, we’re no odd jobs. Ain’t there any serious shit?

Owen: Indeed, I’d rather it be an opportunity to obtain a nice mana stone or steal some tools for incantations. 

Akira: I, I’m sorry…when it comes to those missions I think that we still oughta check it out just in case…

Mitile: Stop being so picky! You’re troubling the Sage!

Besides, it’s no good to take on requests based on the reward!

Rutile: Agreed, Mitile. Any request is important to take, when someone is in trouble it’s us wizards who can lend a hand and…

Bradley: Good boys don’t butt in. 

Owen: We’re talking with the Master Sage right now. If you want to play, I’ll lend you my pet doggy.

Bradley, along with a faintly smiling Owen, attempt to intimidate Mitile and Rutile who tried to cut in on the conversation. On the other hand, Mithra’s eyes lost their annoyance.

Mithra: …Well, I don’t disagree. 

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