The Prince Of Magic

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Hugo Faust and Edward Miles stared at the white fluffy familiar, who was placed atop of a high stool and was staring back at them in return.

The two mages looked at each other, then turned back to the familiar seated in front of them.

After a minute of staring, they turned back to each other.

"Are you sure we're safe with… this little fella?" Edward asked, unsure.

"I'm sure we are." Hugo stated, yet also looking unsure as he continued under his breath. "At least, I hope so…"

"What even is this?" Edward said, brows furrowed.

"That, I don't know." Hugo shook his head. "My lord Zelretch said that Ryu here was created by the young master's uncle."

"Wasn't he the practitioner of the First Magic?" Edward asked, recalling a bit of info in the past.

"Yes, therefore, this little fella must be special." Hugo paused, continuing on after a second of silence. "…despite its appearance."

"Why does it have to be a bun though?" Edward mumbled under his breath, brows knitting as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.

"That, I also don't know." Hugo sighed.

"Magicians sure are difficult to understand. Their artistic senses is probably in a different world from us common mages." Edward stated, frowning thoughtfully.

"That, I wholeheartedly agree." Hugo nodded with a wry smile, recalling his liege's eccentricities.

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In an unknown location, a young woman dressed in a gothic attire titled her head in confusion.

"Hmm… is it just me or does that boy just like to sit around?" She asked her male companion beside her.

"He simply might be content in letting those companions of his do the rest of the work." He suggested, crossing his arms over his c.h.e.s.t.

"Hmm… perhaps…" She relented.

It was quiet for a few moments before…

"I'm bored. Fetch me something to eat." She ordered.

"What kind of food?" He asked, agreeing with her since he was getting famished as well.

"I don't know, get me a meat bun then!" She grinned at the idea.

"… Why?" He asked, looking at her with furrowed brows.

"I just feel like it!" was her only reason.

For some reason, there seemed to be an inside joke at play here, and he has this feeling that the young woman was not even aware of it.

Although, at the same time, she does seemed to be amused by the idea.

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