Shizuru called out her name. Detachedly, like playing a random melody that came to mind.
Looks like theyâre not breaking any records today.
â⌠Haahâ
At the tenth call, Shizuru cut off his calls for once, and sighed.
He had never forgotten how he almost died doing it in the past once.
As an aside, if he yelled out loud, he could get hit if his luck was bad.
Loud voices would ring in her head. But unless he shouted loudly it wonât reach the sleeping person.
Shizuru had spent considerable effort to learn the right amount.
âWill you please get up already, Cassie ⌠if I kept on calling you out in front of your room like this theyâre gonna think Iâm a hopeless stalker or something, oy!â
Still no response, time passed in vain.
It was only natural, since he wasnât actually counting, but it wouldâve been a great help if she would wake up while he still knew how many times heâd called without having to count.
It was probably somewhere around the fiftieth call when a response finally came back.
â⌠mmmmmhh ⌠hoaaaaaahhh âŚâ
A mumble came back from behind the door.
A voice that would confuse several people out of ten of whether she was sleeptalking or waking up.
Shizuru made a small sigh and pushed the door with his finger.
The door with broken hinges creaked unsteadily as it easily opened.
Shizuru repaired it four times and it would be broken again everytime, so he stopped trying to fix it.
âItâs morning already, Cassieâ
The inside of the room was dark enought that one would doubt whether or not it was still nighttime.
It was practically a blackout curtain. With just the light from the open door, Shizuru walked inside.
Even if he knew the roomâs layout, she would randomly leave things laying around.
If he somehow stepped on her, what awaited him was a hell of submission.
He would then have to spend useless effort to heal his own fractures and dislocations.
Which was why Shizuru stepped carefully â and he finally found the woman sleeping on the bed.
Looks like she managed to find her way to bed today.
âMorningâ
The bed had no pillows, covers, or sheets, just a mattress.
She was laying down on the bed the wrong way around.
With the door open and the room brightened, her form was revealed.
Wolf-cut blond hair, frazzled just like how its ownerâs personality was.
Kinked slacks whose fold lines had all but disappeared from being worn right out of wash.
A belly button ring, reflecting the light that filtered into the room.
She was rather tall and had a physique that made her look muscular for a woman.
And what would be her most distinguishing feature, the huge breasts that seem to be on the verge of tearing her tank top right now.
â⌠ooih âŚâ
She opened a pair of red pupiled eyes slightly, seeing Shizuru, and let out an indistinct voice.
She was probably trying to say âmorningâ just now, he judged.
â Her name was Casca, nickname Cassie.
However, it was only Shizuru and Richelieu, who had been with her for a long time, who called her that.
Her role in Black Maria was the Commanding Officer of the Third Squad. In other words, one of the seven leaders in the organization.
In fact, it was not just once, but she still had that name and was still feared even now.
And she would drink the whole night away like today, a hopeless drunkard.
â⌠hiu ⌠alp âŚâ
Moving her lips that were dry from drinking to much, Casca whispered something in a voice that would make you think that the hum of a mosquitoâs wings were more lively.
By Shizuruâs deciphering, she was trying to say âShizu, helpâ
âHaah âŚâ
How, why, even though every single day she would turn out like this, she never showed any sign of ever learning her lesson.
As he thought that and sighed, Shizuru stretched out his hand at Casca.
ââ O Goddess of Whiteâ
A faint light appeared out of his palm.
The room was still dark even though sunlight had already filtered in, so that light seemed especially bright.
â The creatures in this world were divided into those that do and do not carry magic power.
The overwhelming majority donât, and of those that do, were called Holders if human, and Magic Beasts if they were animal.
And then there were eight colors of magic, and their attributes are divided according to color.
Blue of Water.
Brown of Earth.
Purple of Ice.
White of Light.
Thus in this world, all magic was lumped together and called the Eight Color Magics.
Each and every Holder or Magic Beast possesses one color.
Shizuru was one of the holders.
His color was white, governing light.
It then diverges further into two directions, Shizuru chose healing magic.
Magic that heals wounds, neuters toxins, and even cures disease.
Magicâs effectiveness and difficulty in acquisition were ranked in order of Low, Medium, and High grade.
This would normally be impossible, it was clearly an abnormal speed.
âEl Wohl Iste â Washâ
A warm light shined from Shizuruâs palm, falling over Casca like a curtain of aurora.
Gradually, the flush returned to her face, and her dying eyes regained its vigor.
The light finally subsided and vanished like it was never there.
And Casca was cured of her hangover like sleight of hand.