Upon hearing Asuka Karasawa's voice, Fisher blanked out montarily and didn't conjure a response right away.
He had originally assud that Asuka Karasawa had suddenly beco extrely intelligent, or perhaps acquired sensitivity parallel to Helaire's, thereby detecting the microscopic traces inadvertently revealed by him.
Yet upon careful contemplation, he concluded that this wasn't the scenario.
Thus, he asked Asuka Karasawa,
"...Did Helaire inform you?"
Asuka Karasawa parted her lips and replied,
"Did Angel Helaire know about this beforehand?"
"Mn."
"Angel Helaire wasn't the one who told ; Margaret told . She ntioned that the Loom is able to perceive the existences of the people belonging to this world, yet paradoxically remains completely blind towards Transferred Persons because Transferred Persons are unfettered by any rules. She spotted Teacher Fisher within the Loom. Perhaps her intention was to instill wariness in against Teacher Fisher; or perhaps she wished to deploy this as groundwork, thereby amplifying the probability of departing alongside her afterwards..."
"So that's how it is... But even so, you ultimately still didn't leave with her."
"Yeah..."
In reality, the more he conversed with Asuka Karasawa, the more Fisher gained the sensation that she had probably already arrived at an understanding regarding the current state of affairs. Perhaps Mikhail inford her earlier, or she might have hypothesized it on her own. But regardless, Fisher still found the upcoming words exceedingly difficult to push past his lips.
Never did he anticipate that, at this exact mont and place, the one to initiate the dialogue would actually be her.
"Is the place Teacher Fisher going back to very far away?"
"A little."
"Following that... will we be able to et?"
"Perhaps... after a very, very long ti."
To Fisher, this served as the maximally affirmative response he could muster. However, even up until the modern era, Fisher hadn't been able to locate the whereabouts of the vanished Magic Lord.
The longer Fisher lingered in the past, the more he heavily anticipated that in the future, she would have already returned back to the world she belonged.
At this present mont, how could the consistently euphemistic and introverted Asuka Karasawa fail to decipher Fisher's implicit connotations?
She parted her lips, the words within her mouth brewing ceaselessly.
The incoming sea breeze smudged the words poised to leave her mouth. What she perhaps desired to state to Fisher was:
"Teacher Fisher, can you bring along with you?"
But for so naless reason, the words that escaped were:
"Then what about Angel Helaire? Will she leave alongside Teacher Fisher?"
"She won't."
Fisher's response buried the words Asuka Karasawa originally intended to pose. Since not even Angel Helaire was permitted to leave alongside Teacher Fisher, how could she?
She maintained zero inclination to turn completely oblivious to the room's atmosphere by probing into a question she had already discerned the answer to. Thus, she could uniquely abruptly clutch her knees tightly and state,
"Is that... so..."
The atmosphere right now stagnated minutely. But exceedingly swiftly, Fisher seamlessly picked up the conversation anew,
"Upon departing from the Sanctuary, I will return to the Mortal World to find you. Moving forward, this world will swiftly transmute into a perilous region for you. Several Demigods have enacted a kill order targeting Transferred Persons; irregardless of who it is, so long as one is a Transferred Person, they will transmute into an enemy corresponding to all Mythical Species. This also acts as the reason why Michael desires to yank Mikhail up from the Mortal World."
Asuka Karasawa rested her cheek upon the Cardinal and inquired,
"But Teacher Fisher has to leave sooner or later, am I right?"
"Mn, after you settle down."
She silently buried her head onto the Cardinal, authorizing her cascading black hair to flutter downwards, barring the moonlight from acquiring visuals upon her countenance.
"Teacher Fisher should just leave imdiately... I can get by by myself."
"...Are you certain, Asuka?"
"Mn."
She nodded her head sullenly. Following closely after, she lifted her head once more and stated softly,
"I already felt extre sorrow when I was forced to separate from Teacher Fisher previously... If I et Teacher Fisher once more facing an already destined separation... I... I might truly not be able to bear parting with you. When that ti arrives, even if Teacher Fisher intends to leave, you might genuinely be unable to pull away."
Fisher felt sowhat caught between laughter and tears, asking,
"Really? What do you plan to do?"
"Seize the opportunity to knock Teacher Fisher unconscious and tie you up?"
"..."
What an unadorned and monotonous approach. Was there a complication transpiring alongside his instructional thodology? Why did he perpetually cultivate problematic students in this exact aspect?
Alright, this was undoubtedly a joke. Following the inquiry of this specific sentence, observing Fisher's silence, Asuka Karasawa from the opposing end chuckled softly.
It was rely unfortunate that the Fisher situated an extre distance away within the Sanctuary remained blind towards her expression, uniquely capable of catching wind of her laughter.
He involuntarily identically hooked up the corners of his mouth. It was just that the curvature carried an underlying heaviness as he abruptly fired a question,
"Asuka, do you regret it?"
"Regret? Regret what?"
"Not leaving alongside Margaret at the ti..."
"How could I, Teacher Fisher..."
Asuka Karasawa smiled. Directing her words towards Fisher, she conveyed,
"I can sense it... Though Margaret's intentions to bring alongside her were genuine, her emotions towards were counterfeit... Conversely, the feelings Teacher Fisher and the rest of you harbor towards are authentic... Hence, even factoring this in, even up until now, I harbor zero regrets. She intended to utilize Teacher Fisher and your lives acting as a sacrifice, acting as a bridge to return back to our world. I harbor absolutely no thodologies regarding accepting this specific point."
"But..."
"I know, Teacher Fisher. As I've stated, I truly am fine by myself. For that maneuver Teacher Fisher educated on previously about rging multiple Circle Heads together, I subsequently trialed it nurous tis, achieving success every singular ti. I have stockpiled a gargantuan volu of such magic upon my body; thus, even if ordinary angels or elves encounter , they'll possess utterly zero counterasures. Furthermore, the rules of this world uniquely hold zero sway over ; not even the Loom was capable of detecting . As long as I hide myself, it will strictly be fine..."
"Asuka..."
"Additionally, Mr. Gou Wen seemingly erged uninjured. Mr. Mikhail relayed that the Cardinals he dispatched back to survey the situation spotted Gou Wen alongside his wife whom he yearned for day and night, it was just that his wife was shot down; moreover, Mr. Mikhail benefits from the care delivered by an angel as formidable as Archangel Michael, thus he'll naturally remain safe later on as well... So it truly is fine..."
"Asuka."
"Furthermore I... Eh, eh, Teacher Fisher, are you calling for ?"
"...Are you still intending to deceive yourself, Asuka?"
"Eh?"
"Is it really... fine?"
Aloft the icy Cardinal, drops of scorching tears had already gravitated downwards trailing its exterior.
Piercing past the vast and hazy moonlight upwards, that youthful High School Girl asuring rely seventeen years in age had originally long been drowning her entire face in tears.
She sustained her smile alongside a radiant countenance; even her tone erged just as flawless and invulnerable, precisely identical to her past habits, mimicking her past maneuvers executed innurable, countless amounts of tis before the visages of her father and mother.
Even whilst forcefully held hostage to vault down a building, even whilst physically hauling the excruciating tornt presented via ntal illnesses in her heart, she perennially succeeded in bypassing everyone beside her devoid of exhibiting a singular flaw. This instance identically adhered precisely to this.
It was evident the Cardinal unequivocally lacked authorization to conduct any visuals, equating to Teacher Fisher holding identical inability regarding capturing sights of herself.
Yet... why...
"Why... Teacher Fisher..."
The audio of her endurance manifested with sheer subtlety; perhaps uniquely pinpointing this specific instance did those sounds eventually feature several flaws.
anwhile, the Fisher situated at the opposing end paused montarily, a 'just as I expected' expression seeping onto his face.
"I rely hypothesized that the current you would be harboring profound sorrow. You are perpetually proficient at opting for evasion; additionally, it just so happens that I continually detect this point, no? Or else upon your initial arrival into this world, on that very night, I wouldn't have discovered you clutching my blade to carve words onto the wall...
"Therefore... is it really fine, Asuka?"
Asuka Karasawa's eyes developed escalating haziness. Perhaps she had originally spent an eternity waiting for soone, regardless of whom, to dismantle her lies, as long as the one executing it wasn't herself.
But her mother's eyes never once featured herself. The fact that she spared her worry maneuvered her into believing this was adequate; yet her father loved her to such profound depths, his piety bordering unto absolute concerning the Buddha, so how could she bear the heart to expose him to further tornt?
With violently reddened eyes, she finally broke into sobs, identical characteristics of fuzziness and sorrow latching onto her audio. Addressing the Cardinal hugged within her embrace, explicitly addressing Teacher Fisher housed within the Sanctuary, she bellowed,
"It matters... wuwuwu... it matters..."
"I don't want to be alone... I am genuinely terrified... I want to go ho... I don't want to be inexplicably targeted by kill orders!"
"I don't want Teacher Fisher and Angel Helaire to be together... I also wished... wished to be slightly braver... to inform Teacher Fisher much earlier on... that I like you too... because... because I've already turned eighteen this year... It might be slightly immature, but I genuinely think of it this way..."
"I additionally wish to be akin to the others... possessing a wife whom he continually bears within his thoughts, precisely like Mr. Gou Wen... possessing an angel he profoundly treasures, precisely like Mr. Mikhail... I'm genuinely envious... I fiercely wanted Teacher Fisher to bring alongside him... to depart mutually via bringing along..."
She violently pressed her forehead firmly onto the Cardinal. The inferno-like passion bursting forth at this instance ostensibly yearned to thrust upwards that original frigidity. Similar to exactly this, word by word, as if she had endured for a staggering period, she voiced exactly these towards Fisher,
"I know... I know that there are tis where I'm genuinely an idiot... There are tis where I possess zero capability regarding comprehending a myriad of things, continually hauling trouble onto everyone... I know I possess zero thodology navigating towards interpreting what lines of thought occupy Teacher Fisher's mind a majority of the ti, and I identically can't emulate Angel Helaire's mature attractiveness..."
"I genuinely don't want to let go... Even factoring in scenarios such as Angel Helaire... or anybody else, I identically lack any aspiration towards relinquishing... because... because... solely upon venturing into this world did I genuinely perceive a microscopic specklet of joy..."
Amidst the clusters of rolling localized waves splashing forth, her fingers alongside her toes clamped fiercely into the sandy beach, establishing the expansive earth substituting as the anchor targeted towards her cathartic venting of courage...
"But... but..."
"But... I possess the knowledge... Myriad affairs aren't authorized to function explicitly identical to whatever lines of thought pop up in my mind... I can't... If informing myself that absolutely zero anomalies existed previously equaled deceiving myself... wouldn't presently instructing myself... stating that everything I covet... equates to what I can attain... undeniably categorize as deceiving myself too?"
"I am unauthorized to utilize my sentints towards Teacher Fisher, utilize... utilize my insecurities... to enforce Teacher Fisher to idle around within boundaries you originally remain unassociated with!"
"If scenarios continually proceed parallel to this, even if Teacher Fisher overwhelmingly cares for ... overwhelmingly cares for enough to remain by my side, every subsequent minute overriding into subsequent seconds... every subsequent day overriding into subsequent months... If scenarios continually proceed parallel to this... wuwuwu... I genuinely will furiously bla myself..."
The gaze belonging to Fisher positioned far away swayed minutely. Perhaps solely zeroing into this explicit fraction of a second did he marginally scrape by possessing the capability of perceiving Asuka Karasawa's profoundly gentle soul securely shielded within her corporeal chassis.
A majority of instances dictated exactly this: the more profoundly gentle and sensible an individual manifested, the proportionately plumting conspicuousness they paraded.
Upon your prolonged residency situated explicitly by her side, conforming to the rolling passage of ti, you would universally translate her silent devotion transitioning into a habit.
Driven by her unaccustod nature regarding articulating her emotions, the aggregate of events experienced tamorphosed into unhindered smooth sailing; driven by her lack of comprehension regarding vocalizing demands and requests, the aggregate of everything offered transmuted into granted inevitabilities.
Perhaps it intrinsically operated exactly as the phrasing 'the squeaky wheel gets the grease'; adopting this specifically as his foundational baseline impression, encountering every singularly scarce rit unfurled into a bout of sheer rejoicing; concurrently, the increasingly earnestly obedient the 'child' behaved directly proportionalized into soaring helpless situations; adopting this specifically as his foundational baseline impression, uncovering every singularly scarce flaw exclusively translated into despondency.
"Asuka..."
At this specific mont, even if Fisher intended to interject, he completely lacked functionality regarding achieving it. Truthfully, this originally phenonally intelligent and ticulously sensitive girl possessed thorough comprehension transcending explicitly onto everything he initially aid to verbalize.
"Furthermore, didn't Teacher Fisher previously state identically too... Following this... following this, there will universally sprout opportunities pointing towards encountering each other anew... Upon arriving at that explicit period... divested of such overwhelming guilt and profuse quantities of shackles... when that explicit period rolls around... I will identically have transmuted into an exceptionally mature woman, correct... Hence... even factoring Angel Helaire into the equation... I will identical vanquish her... I equally won't relinquish my grasp..."
Asuka Karasawa clamped onto her eye sockets. Akin to clogging a spring's eye, she aggressively repressed her eyes, formulating an endeavor capitalizing on this thodology to arrest the descending teardrops.
"Teacher Fisher... my past wasn't joyful... my family wasn't intact... I have already attained the discovery... these matters are preordained concepts, entirely incapable of summoning alterations anymore... If there lies any necessity pointing towards compensatory rediation, uniquely exclusively the next life holds authority... Uniquely securely the next life authorizes the possibility... of housing a pair of harmonious papa and mama mutually extending love towards one another..."
On that specific day, the harrowing truth Margaret personally detailed by mouth paralleled exactly this.
She manifested such unwavering honesty in informing Asuka Karasawa about the overarching answer she arduously chased after, the identical answer she spared zero expense deceiving herself over for such an agonizing stretch extending even past the realm of sustaining betrayal...
Barring her mother who natively harbored zero affections for her, she unequivocally no longer existed positioned as anybody's child.
"However... I distinctly possess substitute entities authorizing to... authorizing to pursue... These entities aren't concepts inscribed via the heavens, bypassing concepts of possessing others acting as my aides..."
"Teacher Fisher instructed regarding genuine magic, stepping alongside across this trendously precious journey... yet targeting the impending road lying ahead... there genuinely authentically uniquely remains uniquely ..."
At this precise instant, the skinniest and most profoundly frail bird residing explicitly within that bird's nest tottered unsteadily heading towards the nest's rim. Thrusting her head outwards, she deployed her eyes zeroing in towards the "bottomless cliff" positioned explicitly beneath the nest.
It was undeniably such astronomical heights... undeniably such a perilous world!
It equivalently posed as such a staggeringly magnificent... such a remarkably vivacious and thriving journey!
That exceptionally skinny bird deprived of originally encompassing foundational care ultimately hauled her head backwards pointing towards the nest gazing back with icy stares. Perhaps, traces characterizing hesitation congregated amidst her eyes.
She undeniably faced an intersection bearing choices. To persistently idle explicitly within this native nest perennially deprived of any preceding warmth, kneeling to entreat additional entities natively harboring zero affections dictating alms composed of food... or shoulder the risks and spread her wings to soar highly, traversing steering towards the future or alternatively facing sheer obliteration?
Skinny bird, following repetitive glancing backs and a montary pause in movents, ultimately finalized her decision to decline the nest's alluring charm. Exhibiting unfurled wings, she struggled unbearably launching into flight explicitly outside the paraters of the nest.
Accompanied by the vigil overseen via the bleak, somber nocturnal sky, backed by the musical accompanint driven by the rolling waves perennially battering the coastlines stretching dating back onto antiquity, Asuka Karasawa finally raised her head, her face inundated in tears.
She raised her head pivoting towards the stars, subsequently projecting a profoundly agonizing yet distinctly resolute, warm smile.
She verbalized,
"Teacher Fisher, in the future. Lets orchestrate our paths converging anew explicitly within the future."
Residing natively within the nest, the remaining fledglings receiving love scrambled amongst one another aggressively pitching their heads protruding outwards, coveting explicit visuals capturing the skinniest bird fracturing into violently pulverized remnants, manifesting explicit visuals symbolizing 'dying without a place for burial'.
Yet capturing the exclusive domains of their sights singularly consisted of her back shadow violently stumbling and tottering... soaring escalatingly further and further out of bounds.
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