Do You Remember...

Do You Remember...

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Warnings: Spoilers for Chapter 25 of the Novel and 44 of the Manga

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Today's Special

If a woman asks you a question,

It's better to tell her the truth because chances are she's asking you because she already knows the answer...

~ Unknown

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{Third P.O.V.}

'Gah! My head!' Arthur thought, as he pried his eyes open, curious as to where he was, but everything was blurry.

"Carefully" A voice said gently.

"Morgana?" He asks, voice horse.

The blond humed, and gently helped him sit up. "You're in your room."

As Arthur's vision slowly cleared, he carefully turned his head to the right and to the left.

It was as Morgana had said. He was in his room.

"Kyu!" Sylvie woke up almost immediately and began licking his face. 'You're awake! You're awake!' she chirped, her tail wagging fiercely.

Morgana smiled fondly at the little dragon, "Yes, he's awake now. But his head must still hurt, so just try and keep your voice down a bit, ok." she said, petting the bond's forehead.

She then handed Arthur a glass of water from the bed stand. Which took graciously.

"Wait! You can understand her?" Arthur asked, eyes wide.

Morgana nodded, "I found out after you passed out. She helped calm me down."

Sylvie nodded her head, "And then mommy scared the man with the crown on his head." The child blurted out, causing Morgana to blush and Arthur to raise an eyebrow at his wife.

"You scared the king?"

Morgan huffed, crossing her arms, "I didn't scare him, I threatened him. And you act like he's the first king I've threatened."

"Oh, trust me. I know." Arthur smirked, "Remember all the times we had to go to war cause you nearly gave their king a heart attack. Or have you forgotten the Hemakian king incident. If I recall, you were quit descriptive about what you would do to his-"

"Enough!" Morgana exclaimed, placing her hand over his mouth. "You wanna talk about something, then how about the cute little nickname Sylvie gave you. Whimp, I believe is what she called you~"

Arthur removed her hand to stare at his daughter, almost offended he asked, "You sold me out!" He then turned to his wife, "This is exactly what you did to my minister! And you haven't even had her for a full day yet!"

Morgana shrugged, and then got serious, "Sylviem do you know why I can hear you, and maybe why Arthur's technique doesn't affect me?"

The dragon nodded. "It's because your mates."

"Mates?" Morgana repeated. "Like soul mates. Or I choose you."

"I think it's more like soul mates." The dragon answers, "I don't know much about it. But I think the more time we spend together, the stronger the bond and your powers will become. I mean papa can use my mothers powers a lot longer, when mama is around."

"That is true." Arthur nodded, "I have noticed that. So apparently, because of how much time you've spent with Syvlie, you can hear her. And with you, I can use my void longer, opposed to when you aren't there."

"I wonder if there are any drawbacks, like the one your experiencing right now?" Morgana said, tapping her chin.

"Guess we'll have to just wait and see." Arthur answered. He then smirked mischievously, "Back to the original topic. How did you threaten the king."

"Arthur!"

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Apparently the noise they two had been making, had alerted Arthur's mother that her son was finally awake. "Oh, you're finally awake!" She said, walking into the room.

"The doctor said that you probably fell unconscious from shock, and that you'd wake up soon. However, I didn't think 'soon' would be eight hours." She said running her fingers gently through his hair, giving him a soft smile.

She then turned to Morgana, "Thank you for staying with him.

The blond smiled, "It was no problem. I was happy to."

{Arthur P.O.V.}

It was evident from her red eyes that she'd been crying for a while. A bitter taste filled my mouth in regret from making her worry again

"What happened after I passed out?" I asked, Sylvie curing onto my lap.

"We all left shortly after you fell unconscious." She said, looking at Morgana, "No one was in their right state of mind, thus... the King excused himself first."

I felt a sweat drop roll down the side of my neck, why do I have a feeling he didn't excuse himself, but was dismissed instead.

"Your father is downstairs with the King's representative, that Morgana asked for. They're in the living room discussing what happened." Her eyes quivered in worry.

"You asked for a king's representative?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Morgana shrugged, "Well I wasn't going to let him go with just a slap on the wrist."

I sighed and nodded in response and got out of bed. My body still felt heavy from using the first phase of Sylvia's Draconic Will, so I limped slowly downstairs with Morgana supporting me.

As we made our way downstairs, I could hear my father, along with an elderly man's hoarse voice.

Upon seeing us, the representative suddenly stood up, giving me a slight bow, a bit of a relieved look on his weathered face. Though when he saw Morgana, he shivered, probably having been warned about her.

"You've certainly made an impression on the royal family." I whispered to her.

She huffed, "Oh please, like you didn't."

My father's back was facing me, so he only turned to look when he saw the old man start to get up.

"My son! You're awake!" He hurled himself over the couch and wrapped me in a bear hug, his hand cupping the back of my head.

"Yeah Dad, I'm fine. What're you guys talking about?"

"This representative came by with a few gold coins as a 'token of apology' from the King. 'For the small incident'," my father answered through clenched teeth.

"The Royal King has also ordered me to inform the Leywin family that both guards that attacked Arthur Leywin have been stripped of nobility," the representative added, his voice cracking.

"For almost killing my son and Vincent's daughter, the King just gave them a slap on the wrist, and then waved them goodbye?" My father couldn't help but be livid from the frustration.

"Father, it's all right! Look, I wasn't hurt. Neither of us where. Let's just end this matter." I squeezed my father's hand, giving him a reassuring look.

The King seemed like a decent enough character, but in times like this, I guess his priorities lie elsewhere.

The representative just looked at us matter-of-factly—as if it was a given that whatever the King had done was the right thing.

Letting out a sigh, I took a seat, with Morgana taking the one next to me. 'I'm too tired for this crap.'

Casting aside the issue, I asked about Sebastian, in case he'd said anything. "What happened to that Conjurer? The one who had his knee broken?"

The representative just shook his head a little. "We don't know. Our experts hypothesized that it was due to the mana that the Knight attacked you with ricocheting and hitting his knee."

I just shrugged at this. Looks like the matter was settled more easily than I had expected.

The man got up to leave, but was stopped by a, "Wait."

I turned to see Morgana with a chilling smile on her face, "I want to add a clause that states, no matter what, for the next five centuires. Those men, nor their families may ever even apply to become nobles, or knights." The representative tried to protest, but Morgana wasn't going to give him a chance to, "Or would you prefer I got the press, and have them, and the king may I add, recorded as people who would attack knights. The king may be able to get away from the charges, but it would be hard to remove the stain, that he can't control his own men. Am I right?"

The men looked into Morgana's sapphire eyes, and realized she wasn't messing around. She was serious. If he walked out without agreeing to her terms, the King would have his head. 'Is that what the king meant to watch out for this girl.' She was just a little girl, so he had underestimated and ignored her. Now, he was paying the price.

After the elderly representative nodded and practically ran out of the house. Before Morgana could tie him down with another demand.

I couldn't help but sigh, without missing a beat, Morgana rolled her eyes, "Oh please. Do you really think I was going to just let him get away with that. They would have been knights again before we're adventures."

My father, who had grown impatient with the man's attitude—he turned around and gave me a grin.

"Good job knocking out that Augmenter. That's my son!" He put his fist out in front of him, which I promptly pounded with my own fist, smiling. He then turned to Morgana, "Great job with that representative. I don't think I've ever seen one of them that scared before."

Morgana smiled at him, "It's a gift."

"Where are the Twin Horns anyway? I thought they'd be here."

My mother had come down in time to hear the question, and answered me while chuckling, "We had to keep them away from this, otherwise they might've really turned into wanted criminals."

I laughed at this, but I could tell that it was something they were genuinely worried about by the helpless look on my father's face.

According to my mother, the Twin Horns were waiting at a nearby Inn. My father told me that we and Morgana would head out there tomorrow for breakfast, and would discuss me being an adventurer with them. I nodded at this and went back into my room. My birthday was in less than two weeks. I'd finally be able to make my first mark here in this world.

As I sunk back down in my bed, I stared at the palms of my hands, idly thinking about the events from earlier. This was the first time I'd used Sylvia's Draconic Will. These past years that I had spent studying Sylvie's will, before assimilating it into my body and practicing it for four months, had caused me to sigh in wonder at just how powerful Sylvia was.

I was just tapping into the ocean that was Sylvia's powers. Unlike Grandpa Virion, who could only get a speed boost and blend into his surroundings, being a legacy tamer allowed me to access a lot more of Sylvia's powers at stage one.

What I had used on Sebastian was something that I decided to named 'Distortion'. I could basically separate myself from time and space for a brief moment. Although I couldn't alter anything around me, it did give me time to assess my situation. Earlier today, I'd exceeded my limits by using Distortion on another person as well. This had allowed me to get by unnoticed from the King—for now. I wasn't strong enough to act against him yet. Though Morgana definitely had him spoked. Meaning he would be keeping an eye on her from now on. So it may actually be a good idea for us to go under the radar a bit.

My current limit with Distortion, before I received any backlash, was two seconds. With Morgan, it was five. However today, I had used it on another person, as well as had prolonged it to seven seconds. I'd done all that just to scare that bug named Sebastian. I'd used up all of my mana and passed out for half a day—just to terrify a bug. Maybe it would've been better to kill him.

No, I couldn't think like that anymore. Causing meaningless deaths just for my convenience wasn't something that I should do in this world. I needed to be different in this world.

I shook my head. I had a lot of time. Since I had so much time, I needed to be patient.

I unwrapped the package that Vincent had left beside my bed, only to see a completely white mask that was able to cover my entire face. It was a simple mask, with two sharp eye slits that curved upwards; it reminded me of a fox's eyes. There was no nose or mouth hole; just a singular blue streak that ran straight down the left side of the mask, through the left eye slit.

I tried the mask on, which somehow stuck to my face without the need of a strap. I also tried on the midnight blue coat, which turned out to be a little long. After strapping on the coat, it suddenly shrunk to fit my body perfectly.

I couldn't help but be embarrassed; I felt like some sort of wannabe assassin or vigilante.

"Ahh, ahh. Testing. Testing." The tone of my voice surprised me. It sounded completely different. My immature, high-pitched voice had become a rich, baritone.

"Kuu?" Sylvie just looked at me curiously, causing me to laugh and take off my getup.

"Aren't you excited? Don't you want to get a little bit of action as well, Sylv?" I patted her head, as my head swam with images of being an adventurer.

Morgana had taken out her own coat, which reminded me a lot of little red riding hood. Honestly, her height and blond hair didn't really help with that image.

I put my first over my mouth in an effort to keep my laughs at bay.

Morgana, without looking over commented, "Laugh. And you will pay."

"But you can't deny you do look like something out of a fairy tail." I tried to complement.

"Which just so happens to be in a child's picture book." She glared back, but it didn't last long on her face, cause she wasn't able to hold her giggles in for long either.

She fell onto my bed, laughing. "Hopefully, dying my hair silver may help."

"Any idea when you'll get your lenses?" I asked.

Morgana nodded, "A day before we leave. So I'll be cutting it real close. I won't dye my hair till that night as well. Because it'll give me more time, before my roots begin to show."

I nodded, "That makes sense."

{Morgana P.O.V.}

As I stared up at the room's ceiling, I couldn't help but realize how truly powerless we were in this world. Meeting the royal family, truly reminded me of that.

We weren't rulers anymore.

In this world...

We're weak.

Yet...

"I'm happy. It's you and me... so I'm happy."

Arthur nodded, threatening his fingers through mine, he nodded.

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If you guys read my updates chapter, you'd know that I like to write fanfiction, when I'm in the mood to. And lately, I've kinda gotten tired of writing this fanfiction. So my updates are gonna slow down drastically, or it may even be a while (weeks, months, years - not sure) till I update again.

I've been updating this regularly, almost on a daily basis for over a week now (May not seem like much, but is a huge deal for me - who kind of has a hard time focusing on one fandom, and not running after another great one I found) so I figured I'd give you guys a heads up.

On the plus side, I am trying to update at least one a day. So if you like my other stories, there is a chance I could be updating one you like (maybe even this one after I read new chapters of The Beginning After The End).