Fantasia of the Inn Sleeping with Obsessions Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

Mithra: Hereee. 

Mitile: Was that voice just…

Lennox: The inn’s owner who never shows their body…

Owen: Hahaha. So instead of greeting their masters first, it's Mithra. How funny. 

Figaro: Well, he is Mithra.

Bradley: Just hearing his name makes ya groan. If you venture in the North without your guard up, you’ll be dead in three days.

Mitile: Cool…I didn’t know you were that famous Mr. Mithra! 

Rutile: Oh! Sir, are you perhaps one of Mithra’s fans?

Inn Owner: …ch. Y-Yes, I suppose you could say so.

Mithra: Really? Lucky for you, meeting me here. 

Inn Owner: …Indeed…

Snow: Grm. It is us who are your masters…what are you doing, prioritizing Mithra over us? 

Inn Owner: M-My deepest apologies! Welcome, everyone. 

The inn owner’s voice panics as he welcomes us in, and the two who were displeased a second ago return to their usual glee. 

White: Ohohoho, it’s been quite some time…was it almost a hundred years? Sorry it’s been so long, I hope you’ve been doing well. 

Inn Owner: Yes, and it’s all thanks to you everything’s still worki—…I was awaiting your return earnestly. 

The twins shook their heads with a grin and tilted their heads cherubically. 

White: …By the way, in the time we were away has your voice…changed? 

Inn Owner: Oh, you must be imagining it. It has been a hundred years so…

Mithra: Who cares about that right now. You there, my fan. Show us the rooms, I wish to sleep right away. 

Inn Owner: …The keys to each room are laid out on that table. Choose any you’d like.

On the table were numerous keys lined up. Equipped with them were keychains shaped like a severed head, each having their own unfamiliar symbols etched on them.

Mitile: I…think this keychain is moving. 

Bradley: Tch, gross. 

The wizards each took a key into their hands with fright and annoyance.

Snow & White: Woah now, we still aren’t ready to enter our rooms yet.

Noscomnia.

Rutile & Mitile: Woah!

Figaro, Mithra, & Lennox: …?

When they recited their spell, all of our clothes changed. We all looked like nobles who were ready to relax elegantly. 

Owen: Hey. What is this.

Snow & White: It’s a sleepover. Pajamas, you know? 

White: We will wear these for tonight, relax, and deepen our bonds with each other!

Snow: Specifically, we would most like it for Mithra and Owen to do some bonding. To help you not start killing each other in safe zones. 

Mithra & Owen: …

Mithra and Owen, who were pointed out, had disgusted expressions on their faces without even looking at each other. 

Bradley: What a load of bull. What bonding?

Bradley shrugs his shoulders and sighs. He glares at the twins with a tired face. 

Bradley: It’s impossible, I’m tellin’ ya. Don’t you gramps know it too deep down?

Northern wizards make their way in the world through ruthless competition with others, we’re powerful individuals with as much pride as we got strength. The existence of anybody stronger than us is enough to get on our nerves. There’s no compromising.

It’s already weird enough that they’re living together, and ‘sides that, it ain’t just Owen who wants Mithra’s head on a stake. 

That guy and his stupid bullpower has been trampling the crap outta anyone in his way and makin’ a show of it. There’s an unbelievable lineup waiting with grudges and desires to take his life. 

The North is no place for those who have neither the will to live or the will to die. Northern wizards end up living long years by holding onto their dear lives, fighting, and surviving.

It is the time and experience unique to North country that has made them who they are. I bet that I couldn’t even imagine living like that if I tried. 

Our ideal of “a tiny compromise” is something completely inane to them, and difficult to accept.

Akira: (…I really thought that they could get on even ground…) 

(If I think about what life they’ve been leading though, of course it’s nothing easy…)

Rutile: Mithra, were you seriously starting fights left and right? 

Mithra: I wonder. I don’t remember who or what I destroyed or took the life of…

I sort of just dealt with whatever bothersome thing came before me, I suppose. 

Mithra said, like it was some relatable fact. The same way one would go “Ah, the weather outside is lovely today!” as they looked up at the sky. 

Rutile and Mitile widened their eyes, baffled. It is certainly an abnormal worldview to the Southern wizards who like to build relations and trust from the ground up. 

Mitile: …Have you ever thought of talking to the other person instead of fighting them straight away? 

Rutile: What if they had some business with you, or needed directions? 

Mithra: None of that surely. No one in the North should be acting so carefree like that, they’d be turned into stone in no time.

There is simply no room for mercy or compromises in this country.

Rutile: …

Mithra: As well, when a fly is buzzing before you, don’t you get the urge to clap it dead?

There is no life nor beratement in Mithra’s tone, but an annoyed attitude.

Hearing that, Owen’s eyes glazed.

Owen: …Oh? So I’m a bug now?

Mithra: You are? Well, you are often being squashed by me. 

Owen: Ahaha…how about I kill you right now.

Akira: O-Owen…!

Snow & White: You two, stop! Remember why we came here in the first place!

Figaro: Yeah yeah, let’s all take a pause. 

Everyone pitched in to stop and settle the fight before it began. However Owen was still holding onto his briefcase, and it looked like the fight could restart any second.

It seems that he’s still heated over that battle with Mithra the other day that got interrupted.

Mithra: Hmm, this bone ring is quite nice. Perhaps I’ll decorate my room with it.

Mitile: You mustn’t, Mr. Mithra! That’s considered stealing!

Akira: (He, he’s already occupied by something else!!)

Mithra has already forgotten about the fight, or rather, lost complete interest in it and was unconcerned about it. He’s acting like he’s forgotten the conversation that happened seconds ago. 

Perhaps “Squashing any bug that appears before my eyes” is the perfect metaphor for his lack of awareness. 

On the flipside, Owen’s definitely in a cranky mood now for being ignored by the one he often fights to the death with.

Akira: (Mm, but is it actually a lack of awareness?)

(Mithra gets annoyed when it comes to Oz, and when it comes to Owen or Bradley he always takes notice of them.)

Snow: For the time being, shall we go to our rooms? 

White: The sleepover party’s just begun after all. 

Leaving the fiery atmosphere as it is, everybody headed to their rooms. 

Rutile: Master Sage, which room is yours? Aha, we’ve got the same room number! 

Akira: Wow, you’re right! So we’re rooming together! Let’s have some fun. 

Mitile: Ooh, so you and brother are together in the same room? Lucky!

Figaro: Oh? Mitile, are you unhappy that you’re rooming together with your beloved teacher? 

Mitile: N-No, I didn’t mean it like that, of course I’m happy! 

Rutile: So you’re with Dr. Figaro, Mitile. 

Mitile: Yep! If Dr. Figaro happens to sleep in, I’ll be there to wake him up! 

Rutile, Master Sage, can I come over later?

Rutile: Of course!

Akira: Come anytime.

Akira: Woah…

The inn was thorough in their furnishing. Not only were the lobby and hallways covered in frightening decorations without a spot to spare, but so were the guest rooms themselves.

It felt like something could jump out of the drawers at any moment, so even opening it took all my courage. 

Akira: This is kinda awesome…it’s my first time ever seeing and staying in such a haunted looking place. 

Rutile lets out a dry laugh as he nods largely. 

Rutile: Yes, it’s the same for me too. It’s so exciting, being able to hold a sleepover party in a place like this! I don’t think I’ll ever forget this one! 

Oh, right. Let me put our bags in the closet…wah! 

Akira: W-What’s wrong?! …Gahh!

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