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sweet_nightmare
Akira: Sorry for the wait…oh, the southern wizards are here too?
Snow & White: Welcome back, Sage!
Figaro: Hey, Master Sage. We’re just here to chat a little. You were going to have a tea party with our north fellows anyway, right?
Mithra, Owen & Bradley: ………
Akira: (How rare the trio is awfully quiet… Might be because Figaro is here.)
Rutile: If you don’t mind, is it fine for the four of us to join the party too?
Akira: Of course! I’ve bought a lot of sweets that I’m sure we can share all together, so please do join us.
Mitile: Yay! Thank you, Master Sage. And…the northern wizards too.
Snow: ‘Tis all good! The more the merrier, and particularly when enjoying a nice cup of tea.
White: And of course Mithra, Owen, and Bradley wholeheartedly agree too!
Bradley: Tsk, just a buncha’ pain in the ass! For once that I was goin’ to stuff myself good with free foods from Sage, dammit!
Owen: Just try to touch any of my cakes and I’ll kill you.
Mithra: Do whatever you want. Can I eat now?
Rutile & Mitile: Uh……?
Figaro: Look at those three being all shy! Don’t worry, they might not show it, but I’m sure they’re very happy to have us here.
Akira: Ahaha…
As I let out a chuckle at the maneuvered comeback Figaro came up with to save the brothers some troubles, I carefully approached Snow.
Akira: Say, Snow…
Snow: Hm? What is it?
Akira: My prediction from earlier, it truly happened right? Being here, enjoying a tea party with a lively group of people…
Snow: Hohoho. Well, ‘tis but merely a piece of cake for me after all.
Snow & White: Now in any case, if everyone’s ready…… Let our exciting and merry tea party for us wizards of the North as well as the South begins!
A little tense at first, the ten of us could finally enjoy the tea and sweets. Searching for a topic to discuss, I told the southern wizards about our weird encounter from earlier.
Lennox: A suspicious fortune teller?
Rutile: So you were caught in a scene, Master Sage?
Akira: Indeed. But thanks to the northern wizards, nothing regrettable happened to us.
Snow: This sure was a close one.
White: Our dear Sage could have been in great trouble, you know.
Akin to parent birds feeding their little one alternately shoving cakes in my mouth at the occasion given, Snow and White made grave faces. Then all of sudden, Mithra stood up vigorously.
Mithra: ……….
Akira: M-Mithra…?
Mithra: …….Are these really cookies? They’re not really sweet.
Rutile: That’s not a cookie, it’s the plate! Don’t eat it, you’ll have a stomachache!
Mitile: W-wait, I’ve got the cookies just right here!
Owen: It’s fine. Let him eat as much as he pleases. It suits Mithra, and I get to keep the biscuits.
Bradley: Eh, who cares about all that tooth-rotting crap anyway! I just need some good ol’ booze, ya hear me? Where’s the booze!
Snow & White: They don’t listen to us at all, don’t they…….
Figaro: Going back on track…the guy that approached you was a con artist who passed himself as a fortune teller, right?
More than bad luck, it’s just plain recklessness. Of all people, to tell Master Sage’s fortune in front of Lord Snow and Lord White…talk about a way to dare the devil.
Snow: Naturally. Our predictions are infallible, that is.
White: Only a few in this world can foresee destiny as clearly as we can.
Mitile: Is that true!?
Rutile: You both truly are amazing…!
Snow & White: Hm hmm, it might be so!
The brothers’ eyes lit up alike children watching a hero show. In the mood to play along, the twins puffed their chests with pride.
Mitile: Does that mean for you, Lord Snow and Lord White…are you also able to grasp the occurrences leading to the future?
Snow: But of course.
Rutile: Did it ever diverge from what you originally predicted?
White: Not even once.
Rutile & Mitile: So cool…!
Snow & White: Isn’t it!
Mitile: Knowing what’s coming ahead sounds awesome…I wish I had that kind of power.
At Mitile’s casual words, Snow’s eyes narrowed softly.
Snow: Does the art of fortune-telling interest you, Mitile? If you want to, I’ll teach you a simple way to do it.
Mitile: For real? you would do that for me?
Snow: Yes. ‘Tis called tea divination, a form of fortune-telling that uses tea leaves to determine the future.
You can finish your tea and try to predict destiny by the shape of the remaining tea leaves in the bottom of the cup. How does that sound?
Pouring the tea into the needed teacup, Snow began to explain the process. Mitile as well as Rutile listened with great interest.
After brief instructions, Snow glanced at the rest of the northern wizards, who stayed here eating all the remaining cakes.
Snow: Well then. Now that we’re ready, let’s see what we can do.
First, the fate of the freeloaders who keep on ignoring us.
Mithra: Ah?
Owen: Hey. Don’t do anything you might regret.
Bradley: I ain’t listening to your old geezers’ bullshitting. By the time you finish the food will go bad.
Snow & White: Oh dear, and we haven’t said anything yet!
Well let’s see…oh oh…how interesting…!
Snow and White chuckled as they peered sullenly into the teacups the trio had drunk from before.
Snow: You, Owen. In the near future, you’ll be pierced side to side by a blade of ice.
White: Bradley. In the near future, you’ll be denied the opportunity to obtain what you wished for.
Snow: And Mithra. In the near future, you will awaken that which should not be awakened.
The results of the fortune-telling were so ominous and disturbing that I was left speechless.
Snow & White: our prophecies are always right, may you never forget it.
I was prepared for the three concerned to make some noises after hearing their unfortunate future, but……
Mithra, Owen & Bradley: …………
Unexpectedly, a mysterious silence befell the room as the twins made appreciation of their prediction.
Akira: (This future will happen, no matter what…then something terrible will happen to these three soon enough?)
Hum…
Snow: I can tell just by your face. Sage must be very interested in our divination, hm?
If so, I’ll take the time to teach you tonight… I’m sure you’ll find it quite special.
