Fantasia of the Inn Sleeping with Obsessions Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

These are the Northern wizards who have survived to this day without being turned into stone, the ones who have over hundreds of years worth of experience in battling. 

They didn’t look like they were scared in the slightest. Instead, they were licking their lips, figuring out how to tear their opponent to shreds.

As I nearly succumbed to fear and anxiety, it was that ferocity they held that brought me courage. 

Mithra: …Ah, right. I just remembered something.

Like tearing off a piece of bread, Mithra casually ripped off the skull of a skeleton, throwing it to the ground before stomping on it with his long legs.

Mithra: I’d hate to be sealed, so if we can’t leave the inn as it is, why don’t we destroy the entirety of it?

Rutile, Mitile, & Figaro: Uh…

Bradley: What?

Owen: YOU were the one in the first place who wanted to PRESERVE THIS PLACE. 

Mithra: Did I say that? 

Lennox: You did.

Twins in the Painting: You most certainly did.

Mithra: I see. What a weird thing to say. It is much easier to just burn the whole building down. 

Akira: Why are you saying that like it’s someone else’s words…

Owen: You honestly can’t remember anything for good. Well, I guess that’s fine. 

Bradley: Let’s go for it. We’ll give ‘em a flashy sendoff to the afterlife. 

Snow and White were of the same opinion as the three wizards full of energy.

Snow: Yes, it’ll all be too late once the ritual is complete. We’ve no time to think of any other way.

White: It’s a bit of a shame, but let’s go with Mithra’s plan. It is the quickest one too. 

Inn Owner: Must, must we really…

Snow: Forgive us. All that contains form must be broken down someday. 

White: Moreover, we do need to serve our punishment to the scoundrel that ruined our happy plans for a sleepover. 

On their innocent faces spread a ruthless smile. For the first time in my life, I saw the Northern wizards agree on something together. 

Figaro: We went to a completely different inn than what was arranged, but I guess our plan of getting everyone to deepen their bonds was a success!

Mitile: Ugh, this is not the time for that!

Twins in the Painting: We have barely any time left. Everyone, we’re counting on you! 

Owen: Cure Memini.

Owen whispers his spell the same way he’d sing a lullaby. A giant ice sphere hung from the ceiling like a chandelier would.

When he snapped his fingers, the chandelier became a mass of ice blades, spinning and piercing the surrounding skeletons.

With one clean sweep, he brutally eradicated the enemies, a move that could rival Mithra’s attack from earlier. He chuckles a bit, satisfied at his work.

Owen: I’m tired of playing with dolls.

That was the signal to initiate our plan. 

Lennox: Forsettao Meiuva!

Bradley: Adno Potensum!

Yeah yeah, come at me you skullbrains!

Ignoring the neverending mass of skeletons, only some of us escaped first.

The wizards handling the army were Owen, Bradley, and Lennox. They were in charge of routing the skeletons.

Owen: Cure Memini.

After he unleashed yet another iceblade, an opening was born within their battle against the skeleton army. 

Owen: Mithra.

Mithra: Arthim.

Without a moment’s delay, Mithra summons a door, and we all jump through.

I was on Figaro’s broom, while Mitile held onto Snow and White’s painting, and Rutile carried the inn owner’s doll. 

Figaro: Hold on tight now, you hear?

Akira: Yep, will do!

Twins in the Painting: Don’t drop us, Mitchy! 

Mitile: Of course! 

Rutile: Sorry there, it’s going to be a bumpy ride!

Inn Owner: Eeek…!

We flew out the door and met with a rampaging snowstorm. Pure white winds spun into a vortex.

Akira: …!

I held my breath in tight to face the fierce cold, but I couldn’t feel a hint of it. I believe Figaro must have casted a spell.

The wintry winds of North country take away all your warmth and life with one blow. I’m sure that if we weren’t properly protected we wouldn’t stand a chance. 

Mithra: Okay, closing it. 

Bradley: Dumbass don’t close it yet!!

After Bradley, Owen, and Lennox make it through, Mithra closes the door. 

Just then, something orange shined in the edge of my eye. 

Akira: (What was that?)

When I strained my eyes, I found a small flame within the snowstorm. There were a number of them, speckled closely together, like they were shoulder to shoulder.

—and then I realized. Those are houses. I remember there being settlements neighbouring the inn.

Within this blazing snowstorm that flame was incredibly delicate. But even so, it remains strong against the ice winds, proof of the humans who survive here. 

In this freezing snowstorm, I was not cold. Even if we explode the inn, I will be protected by magic. 

Akira: (But all these people…they’ll…)

Mithra: Right, time to clean up.

Akira: Wai—

Rutile: Please wait just a second! Let me put up a boundary barrier first. 

Mithra: A boundary…? What for?

Rutile: To help suppress the explosion of the inn. Can’t you see the buildings around it?

I won’t let you blast away the inn with them! 

Akira: Rutile…

Owen: Isn’t it worthless? Why should you care what happens to a little village like that?

Rutile firmly shook his head. 

Rutile: It may look little to you, but it is still a place that is dear to so many, a home to themselves and their loved ones!

The reason why these people still live here in these harsh lands, living through days of sun and snowstorms, is because they made a home here!

We Southern wizards have something we honour too, just like you Northern wizards. 

Our honour is using our powers to help protect those kinds of things. 

Figaro: That’s right. How about we leave the crushing to you Northern wizards, and the protection to us Southern wizards?

Owen & Bradley: A Southern wizard…you…

Mithra: Haaaugh, what a bother.

Following up the other two with a grumble, Mithra loosens his shoulders and scratches his head tiredly.

He then reached into his pocket and took something out, throwing it to Rutile.

Rutile: Woah! Is this…a necklace?

Mithra: It’s a magical tool I grabbed from the decorations of the inn. It can be used as a medium for your boundary barrier. 

We don’t have a lot of time, and I won’t wait any longer. Hurry and set it up, and go do your protecting or whatever.

Rutile: …! Thank you! Everyone!

Mitile: Here!

Lennox: I’m with you.

Figaro: Ready.

The four wizards meet eyes with one another.

Figaro: Me and Mitile will take this side. Leno and Rutile, you…

Rutile & Lennox: Are over here! 

Figaro: Spot on. Now, let’s do our thing.

Giving a nod to each other, they scatter the necklace. 

Ever since he suggested putting up the boundary Rutile was already prepared for it, like the idea of protecting others was natural, and he poured in his thoughts and feelings.

As a Northern wizard stands alone perfecting their magic,

a Southern Wizard stands together with someone, to become stronger united.

Figaro: We’re all in place.

Snow, who jumped out of the painting, holds Mitile’s hand. 

Snow: Let us help you Mitile.

The spirits of North are a rambunctious bunch, so we will recite our spells together.

Mitile: Yes…! Thank you!

The twins and the Southern wizards all recite their spells at once.

Figaro: Possideo.

Rutile: Ortonik Setomaouge.

Lennox: Forsettao Meiuva.

Mitile: Ortonik Sealsispilce!

Snow & White: Noscomnia!

With an immense light, the inn becomes completely engulfed by what looks like a transparent glass dome.

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