"Sis!" I ran over to her and gave her a big, warm hug. "Welco ho!"
When Marina got off her carriage, I did not hesitate. I imdiately embraced her with all my strength.
Hey, I was still six years old after all, so this kind of thing was totally okay.
And besides, I really, genuinely missed her so very much.
"I see you've gotten taller, Hugo!" She put her hands on my shoulders, beaming brightly.
Ah, how I missed her smile.
"Ehehe, of course I have, Sis! I ate and slept well and oh, I also had taken up training with Father on swordsmanship!" I couldn't help but brag.
"Hee hee, no wonder you also look a little more manly than the last ti we t. Look! You got a little bit of muscle here!" She grabbed my right bicep.
"Aw, stop it, Sis!" I smiled proudly. "You too have grown up, you know! You're also taller and you also look more womanly as well!"
"Oh?" Her smile suddenly turned to a smirk. "And what do you exactly an by that?"
"I an, your boobs are big--"
I slamd my hands to my mouth, quickly stopping myself.
Oh crap, why in the world would you say that, you dumb idiot?
But it was true. Just from one year of schooling, she already looked far more mature than she was before. I couldn’t really quite put a finger on what caused the change. She was indeed taller. And her boobs really got bigger.
To a guy like , I couldn’t not notice that.
But then, to my surprise, instead of being angry at my perverted comnts, she began to uncontrollably giggle, covering her mouth with her hand in the process.
And that giggle quickly turned into a full blown laugh.
"O-oh Hugo, you really haven't changed, have you?" She wiped off her tears. "Co here you!" She embraced
this ti, burying my face in her bosom in the process.
I-I’m happy, Sis, but I’m also kinda suffocating as well!
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Marina had gone ho on her own to Father’s chagrin, who originally intended that he should go fetch her. However, she insisted, saying that there was no need for him to waste our family’s money just to do that. She could return ho just fine by herself.
Since she was just an eleven year old girl, I couldn’t help but be impressed by her guts. The school was really far away from our ho after all.
In fact, it was in a different country altogether.
The Magic Academy of Mira. It was located, where else, in Mira, or, to be more exact, the Magocracy of Mira. Instead of being ruled by a king like our kingdom, it was instead ruled by a council of wizards and witches.
Even so, they still ended up being quite similar to our nobility system, as the ruling class was just the sa families of mages that (apparently) traced their lineage back straight to the legendary mage who accompanied the legendary Hero in his quest to defeat the Demon King far back in the past.
Yeah, her na was Mira. The country was christened after her.
It took around two weeks on a carriage ride from here to there. In modern terms, it might seem slow, but in a dieval world like this, where transportation was vastly more limited, it was already very fast.
We were lucky that we were on the borders of the Marchen Kingdom that were linked straight to the Magocracy. If we had been situated on the capital, or God forbid, on the border on the other side, it would take her much, much longer to go to the Academy. Two months wouldn’t be out of the question.
After crossing the border, she would still need to go to the capital city first, rlin, where the Academy was located.
rlin, by the way, was the na of Mira’s very first apprentice, or so the books told. Funny how he shared a na with a legendary wizard in my world.
The road there and back was smooth and well-kept, relatively secure from any bandits or monsters that might threaten a traveler. Another reason why Father was okay with her returning on her own.
He still did not like the idea of her sitting beside complete strangers for two weeks however, which was completely a reasonable assumption. However, in this world, you were already considered an adult at fifteen, so it was less outrageous than letting a 11-year old girl in my world going on a travelling trip on her own for two straight weeks.
“Sis, how was the trip?” I asked her with a smile once she released
from her hug.
“It was fine,” she answered nonchalantly. “Quite boring actually. Got nothing to do than read books and sleep on the carriage.”
“And how was the Academy? Did you make friends here?”
And imdiately a shadow fell on her face.
Suddenly, the previous bright smile she just had monts ago turned uncharastically grim and sullen
“...A-a handful,” she answered, looking away from my eyes.
D-did sothing… happen?
I imdiately sensed that sothing was wrong.
I didn’t want to press her about it right away however, so I decided to stay quiet, shelving my questions for the ti being.
She just got back after all.
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Marina
...I missed this.
I missed this all.
The grass tickling my ankles, the fresh scent of morning dew and sunshine, and the greenery that you could see all over.
I missed Mother’s smile and Father’s laughter.
And, most of all,
I missed Hugo’s warm embrace.
...Oh Hugo. My sweet, little Hugo…
I am so sorry. For not being able to be honest with you…
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When I first arrived at the Academy, I was full of optimism and hope. I thought naively, "Wow, I can't wait to learn so much more magic!" I knew how expensive this school must be, but Father sent
here anyway, as he did not want
to squander my talent in magic.
So I intended to be the best student that I could. I would answer every question the teachers have
and I would demonstrate all the advanced level magic that I could use. No doubt that would impress them.
That… was a mistake.
I quickly was seen as a young genius. Ten years old, yet already capable of casting advanced level magic, sothing only seniors could do.
And that quickly attracted attention from the "rulers" of the school.
When I said "ruler
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