wild eye

“Mn. The short one that yells.” He nodded. It was the best way to describe Asta as most were able to figure out who he was talking about. “I’m sure you’ll get your height back.”

 “Who knows with these bodies, that researcher might have put a no age ingredient or something” 

“But the short one? That sword of his is too annoying,, but it beat the ...thing.” devil, how disgusting. 

“He sounds nice I guess.” It was weird to put it in words because the Licht that had helped them, felt fatherly to him. Which was an unusual feeling for an orphan who didn’t know who his parents were. 

“A quiet, polite version of Asta would be nice.”

“Sort of…” 

He didn’t know what to say. Learning more about the elves was one thing but it was more or less to learn more about himself and the elf soul he’d been housing. 

“He felt familiar to me, because of the soul I had. I was just wondering how he’d have been as a father to him.”

... 

 “....He was ... something else. Think... that guy with the big black sword, but more polite.” thats all he can say because some memories of the leader was too precious to let out. 

Pause. 

“Sure, why not.” He had no problems with cats and dogs. They weren’t his preferred his animal, those were birds, but he wouldn’t deny them attention either. 

“You knew Licht, right? The real one?”

Huh. that was sudden. Then again... 

 “I guess. I mean Its hard to remember when my soul resurrected itself into a new body like two times. But...he was kind, nice and most of all a good friend.”

a friend they won’t see for a long time. 

“Fun?” He sort of missed his ears. And the overwhelming boost to his magic but he was learning to live without again. With Asta gone for a while he couldn’t force the shorter teen to deal with this in his place. “It depends on the person– why do you have so many cats?”

 “Why don’t you? Their good judges of character, and you can tell someone by the animals he surrounds himself with.” humans work as a synonym as well, in any case. It was something he didn’t really have to say but it was implied via subtext that only elves could understand. 

This was unexpected. He hadn’t been told there was someone with this powerful of mana in the area. It was supposed to be all small fry. It was why he was dispatched on his own. Still, this was something he could handle. 

A flick of the wrist had his grimoire opened and the wind catching the debris, protecting those in the area until they could get away and it was just the two of them. 

“Do not be mistaken. I’m not Royal.” Far from it. He was a commoner. An orphan. The lowest of the low but he could stand toe to toe with the royals. 

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop you.”

 “You work with their colors on. Its good enough.” what was it, blame the sin but not the sinners? Its been so long but to Vetto, it feels likes yesterday that there was happiness. It would have been better if he didn’t wake from his journey, one more time. 

 “I see that your strong, your despair will taste better once I rip you apart-

Hm. What powerful mana, but not even half of what Vetto has. Still, there was something odd about this boy... 

He kicks through the walls and utterly destroys them for starters. His large built easily seeable as he enters the area, utterly unconcern for the other small time mages within the area. 

 “Well, another royal mage to drive into the ground!” enter stage right, Vetto. Wether this turns into a fight is up to anyone guess... But still he hasn’t drawn his grimoure yet so thats a plus. 

hi im’ forever sad about my muse.