Fantasia of the Inn Sleeping with Obsessions Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

Rutile: Mithra, it’s your turn!

Mithra answers Rutile with a side glance.

His crystal skull weapon hovers in the air by his hand, flames flaring. It held an extraordinary light within, and it shone remarkably inside the darkness of the raging snowstorm.

Ready to release, Mithra says his spell.

Mithra: Arthim!

A blue flame vast enough to envelop a whole mountain that mirrors a meteor falls down towards the inn.

A blue star was shooting from the sky.

That is what the people down below must be telling each other.

Chills run down my spine, witnessing the most tremendous, heavenly, and petrifying blue flame I’ve ever seen. 

Mithra: You managed to survive a battle with me. It’s a waste, really.

You could have lived in that inn your whole life, cowering in the corners. 

But you let yourself get carried away, buzzing in front of me again, so I have no choice but to squash you once more.

The blue flame bathed the inn, and swallowed it whole. Its flames dance, crying out higher and higher. 

Gradually the flames softly billowed, changing shape, and into the face of a man warped with hatred. 

???: …thra…Mithra you fiend…how dare you how DARE you…

I will never forget the disgrace I suffered 99 years ago, nor the rage of today! Not even when I perish!

Remember this…I will serve you the despair and dread you deserve…

Mithra: …

Mithra merely looked down at the man wailing those words of resentment.

He was apathetic, like there was an ant by his feet. 

Mithra: Hrmm, I still can’t remember. You, what was your name again?

???: ! …Miiiithra!!!

Owen: Shut up.

Cerberus jumps out from Owen’s briefcase, diving into the dancing flames.

Within a blink, the inn and its grudgeful obsessions disappeared in a smoke. The only thing left was the snow, falling in stillness.

Mithra: Looks like it’s over.

Standing atop his broom, acting like he just cleaned up a bug, Mithra was indifferent and calm.

Showing off his power and reigning in the North’s chilly skies, was undoubtedly a hero. 

Rutile & Mitile: C-Cool…!

At the murmurs from the astonished brothers, Mithra lifts his head and lets out a proud laugh.

Mithra: Aren’t I? I’m the Northern wizard, Mithra after all.

Owner: W-Whatever shall I do from now on…

Carried in Rutile’s arms, the previous inn owner was at a loss. 

Mitile: Oh, right…you lost the inn, so…

Rutile: For now, why don’t you come out of that doll and return to your normal form? There’s no need to hide anymore. 

Then, we can think about the next step togeth…

Twins in the Painting: There is no need.

Rutile: Hm?

Snow: This one is no longer alive.

99 years ago, the inn owner perished. A piece of their mana stone fell into the basement, becoming lodged inside this doll. 

They’ve no physical form anymore, just a doll with their memory. Whether it was their lingering devotion or fear, it seems they awaited us all this time.

Figaro: I figured from the start when we found your doll, but we still needed your help, so sorry for keeping quiet. 

Possideo.

When he recited his spell, the doll’s body began to waver, and a speck of light poured out from it, flying high into the sky.

Inn Owner: Ah…aah…that’s right…that day I was killed by their hands…

I was consumed by my thoughts of needing to inform you two of what happened…

Lords Snow and White, I was already long dead.

Snow and White gently nodded.

Snow: There is no inn for you to watch over anymore. It is time you are free. 

White: Thank you for your work up until now. Rest well. 

Rutile: Ah…

As they gave their kind farewells, like time that had been stopped and started again, the doll began to crumble away.

Turning into specks of sand, it becomes one with the wind. 

Rutile: …

Rutile, looks down, and holds the hand that had been holding the doll. 

Mithra: Alright, time to go home.

Not taking notice of the bittersweet atmosphere, Mithra cranks open a door. 

White: You absolute dolt.

Snow: You are too flippant.

Mithra: I want to go to sleep already. Coming here was a waste of effort. 

When we arrive back at the manor, Master Sage, you will fulfill your duty.

Sleep deprived eyes glare at me, displeased.

I find it difficult to believe that this large child right here is the same man who burnt down an entire building. The gap was amusing. 

Akira: You didn’t get any time to rest in the end. I’ll put in my power to help you fall asleep.

Rutile: Oh, can we join you? Until Mithra falls asleep, as thanks for earlier.

Mithra: Earlier? What earlier? 

Rutile: For giving me the magic charm to help put up the boundary. You accepted our honour and pride, so thank you so much. 

It’s because of you that the people living around the area are safe and sound, and that we saved the inn owner’s soul.

With deep affection showing on his face, Rutile smiles warmly.

In the North Country where only the strong survive, it is rare to be given mercy. I’m sure Rutile knew that too. 

He knew that even after proposing the plan, there was a possibility Mithra could have just ignored it, and continued to fell the entire area. 

Mithra: Haaugh, it was faster to give you the tool than to let you guys do it alone, is all I was thinking.

Saving the people or not is a trivial matter to me.

Mithra said, like it was evident.

It may have been another whimsical decision of his, but I still felt happiness overflowing within me, and I met eyes with Rutile. 

Rutile: Hehe, that sounds more like you. Ah…right, I have a relaxing tea to give you!

I created it with Mitile, and it smells great, doesn’t it?

Mitile: Yup! The other day, Mr. Faust told us about a herb with sleeping effects. 

Ah—We didn’t necessarily make the tea for you though, Mr. Mithra!

Akira: I like it. How about we drink this tea while waiting for Mithra to fall asleep? 

Twins in the Painting: We’ll come too!

Rutile: Mr. Leno, Dr. Figaro, would you like some tea as well?

Lennox: Is that alright?

Figaro: Should be. Since we’re already this far we might as well restart our sleepover party in Mithra’s room.

Owen: Hell no.

Bradley: I ain’t coming.

Mithra: Can you please not use other people’s rooms as the venue to your parties?

The light chatter we had was no different than usual.

The fact that we had skeletons chasing us around earlier in some haunted inn seems like a distant memory now.

Akira: (It was still a big job for me though…)

I wonder if to the Northern wizards, this mission was as trivial as deciding whether to spread jam or butter on bread.

And that from now on, they will continue to go on these so-called trivial missions.

It’s nothing short of a miracle that within these wizards’ long lived paths in life, I was able to be with them if even for a moment. 

Mithra: What are you spacing out for? Get in the door. 

Akira: Coming!

I don’t know how long this miracle will last me. Mithra might forget these moments too.

But I’ll remember for him. The obvious things and the unnatural things, all my days with them.

END

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