The Deadly Sins Sorcerer of Magic Academy
Mahou Gakuen no Taizai Majutsushi
Arc 2 Martial Arts Festival
Fondness for Cecilia
“Say, Master?”
“What is’t?”
In a spacious room. It was not the place where Julis was usually lectured, there was a large table and a luxurious-looking sofa in the center, and a long, horizontal office desk was placed at the back.
It had been a month since then.
Julis had finally made a full recovery and was visiting such a place.
In front of him was a young girl with light pink hair tied to the side.
She had slightly pointed ears and prominent canine teeth, and was sitting comfortably in a chair behind her desk.
Julis squeezed the shoulders of such a girl without any sign of reluctance. In her expression, she was a little nostalgic.
“Can a Saintess get married?”
Julis asked in a really nonchalant tone.
“What, thee liketh the saintess?”
“W, well…….”
Julis blushed and looked away slightly.
After the last house, a certain feeling had welled up in Julis’s heart.
It was a fondness for the Saintess———— Cecilia, who had been by his side lately.
Julis considered her to be an important person. But from there on out, he became aware of the fact that “He like Cecilia”.
Although, his attitude toward Cecilia had not changed,…… nevertheless, Julis who had fallen in love with her as a member of the opposite sex was a little concerned about the future.
“Thee has’t cometh to falleth in loveth at lasteth! this is v’ry magnificent news!”
“Shut up, Master!”
Musée laughed at Julis’ reaction.
“Nay nay, I’m so joyous f’r thee…… because thee has’t at each moment been so lustful and yet so out of toucheth with such feelings.”
Musée had been watching over Julis more than his family during the time she had spent with Julis.
She knew that Julis was a brothel-goer and had a down-to-earth personality. But in terms of goodwill, he was more clueless than anyone else————and now that he was aware of it and was willing to discuss it……, it made Musée delighted.
“……If you are joyous for me, then please give me an answer.”
“Alloweth me seeth.”
Musée’s face tightened a little.
“In the three hundr’d years yond I has’t hath lived————th’re has’t c’rtainly been sev’ral instances, though not many, in which a saintess hadst been with someone. Th’ref’re, in answ’r to thy questioneth, I wouldst sayeth “it is possible”.”
“I, I see……”
“————howev’r.”
Julis was a little pleased by that, but Muse immediately put a stop to it.
This made Julis’ face immediately change to puzzled.
“In all the instances I has’t seen,————T’s at each moment been the most prestigious people who is’t has’t been unit’d with the saintess. F’r example, the coronet prince of a state, the eldest son of a duke, a h’ro……, and so on.”
“……”
“So, although if ‘t be true thee w’re to inh’rit the family title, thee wouldst still beest a viscount.————Although if ‘t be true thee both has’t feelings f’r each oth’r, th’re wouldst still beest many obstacles.”
It was something that Julis had a vague sense of as well.
The saintess is an existence that is worshipped and praised even if only as an individual. They have no visible power, but their greatness extends not only within their own country but throughout the world.
A saintess, who is more respected than most nobles and influential on a national level, for a mere viscount, even though he is a nobleman, would not be a match for her. Even if they had feelings for each other, it is very likely that they would be backbiting and obstructed by those around them.
“Well, the current pope is a gentleman who is’t respects the opinions of the saintess————and that gent treats not only the saintess but all those who is’t art a parteth of the church as if ‘t be true those gents w’re his owneth family.————If ‘t be true yond saintess wanteth to beest with thee, I am sure the pope wouldst beest inclin’d to accepteth thy proposal.”
“……I hope so.”
Musée said so, but Julis’ concern and anxiety did not abate.
He still had a grim expression on his face.
“If ‘t be true people complaineth, I shall kicketh their asses.————I already belongeth to thee,…… so, I shall beest th’re to holp thee both as a ment’r and as a prop’rty.”
“Hey, …… I don’t think of Master as my property, so please don’t say that, okay? I don’t like it when you say that.”
“Rejected! I am the kind of p’rson who is’t shall not breaketh a ruleth once I has’t hath said t! I doth not careth what thy thoughts art, t doest not changeth mine own thoughts!”
Long ago, Musée once uttered to Julis.
[I has’t not aught to showeth thee. Well…… If ‘t be true thee can showeth me “raison d’être” ‘r “how to kicketh the bucket”,────alloweth high-lone this und’rwear of mineth, I’ll giveth thee mine own corse, how?]
Julis thought those words were an old joke.
But Musée was serious. Although they are still a master and a disciple, she herself thought that she belonged to Julis.
However, Julis did not want to think of Musée, his master, as his property.
Musée was a master whom he respected and a benefactor of himself.
“Well…… that’s fine. I don’t even know if Cecilia likes me in the first place, so I’m going to take my time and think about it.”
“Thee…… has’t not hath changed aft’r all.”
Musée sighed heavily.
The fact that he made such a statement without realizing it, even though it was obvious from Cecilia’s attitude on a daily basis, it seemed that Julis hadn’t changed at all.
(Well, eith’r yond saintess ‘r this disciple of mineth shall figure t out as anon as they confesseth, so I guesseth t is well enow……..)
Musée thought so and decided to be content with that.
“Speaking of which, thee, the “thing” is about to beest did hold……. Of course, thou art going to attendeth, right?”
“What is this “thing”? I’ve heard nothing about it. I’ve been bedridden until recently.”
Julis had been recuperating in bed until the other day.
After that one incident, the lectures on practical training were disrupted, but still other lectures were held.
In such a situation, there was no way for Julis to know if there were any explanations,————and by the way, Cecilia and the others who came to visit him didn’t tell him anything either.
“Is yond so……. well, thee shouldst knoweth. This shouldst not beest a lacking valor st’ry f’r thee————.”
Then, in a casual tone, Musée told him.
“The annual “Martial Arts Festival”————is an nonce wh’re students from various countries gath’r to det’rmine the most wondrous of the most wondrous. This year, the H’ro shall eke participateth……, Well, th’re is nothing f’r thee to w’rry about, is th’re?”
“No, no for the hero. but I’m very sorry for them.”
“The students who is’t winneth the martial arts festival shall beest reward’d by the kings of each country————with a wisheth yond shall beest did grant to those folk. Depending on the content, t may beest possible f’r thee to beest unit’d with the saintess.”
At the last minute, Musée dropped a big statement.
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