The Abandoned White Magician’s Tea Life - Chapter 29 : The Night of Determination (1)
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Translator: Sunnyshies
Editor: Ryuubii
Chapter 29 : The Night of Determination (1)
‘Mom always smells so good’
――’Really?’
‘Yes, not only that, but whenever I smell Mom’s perfumes, it really makes me really happy.’
――’Then, I’m glad to hear that… hey, Amalia’
‘Hmm?’
――’Amalia wants to use white magic to help a lot of people in the future, right?’
‘Yes! I’m going to use the white magic that mom taught me to make everyone happy!’
――’Yeah, then I’ m sure it will be fine.’
‘…what’s wrong, Mom?’
――’Amalia. You have to use the power that you have properly. Any power can save people if it is used well, but it can also hurt people if it is used badly.’
‘Yeah, I know, but… that’s white magic, isn’t it? Can white magic hurt someone?’
――’…’
‘Mom?’
――’One day, you’ll awaken. When that time comes, please don’t resent your power. You’re a smart and kind girl, and you’ll be able to use it correctly.’ ――
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Humans, no matter how hard things may be for them, they can still survive just by satisfying their appetite, and desire for sleep. It was the Director who taught her this.
When Amalia woke up, the room was completely bathed in the colors of night. She got up and opened the curtains to look up at the night sky, where many stars were twinkling.
‘…I slept a lot.’
She yawned and stretched a bit.
Thanks to Leonardo’s and Yugo’s concern, her body felt well-rested, and her sluggishness was gone. She was glad that she hadn’t complained and went to bed quietly.
She left the bedroom and headed downstairs. But the lights were out everywhere, so Amalia opened the door to the living room quietly while watching her step.
In the living room, only a table lamp was lit. Under the flickering, unreliable light, Amalia saw a man sitting on a blanket and a small back curled up at his feet.
As soon as Amalia opened her mouth, Leonardo turned around and put his index finger to his lips. He slowly stood up, draped the blanket over Yugo, and without making a sound, walked out into the hallway and called Amalia into the kitchen.
When she looked closely at the kitchen where Leonardo lit the lights, she found a bowl lying on the table. It smelled good, so she could guess that this was where the rest of the dinner was kept.
“…has Yugo gone to bed yet?”
“Yes. Since I wanted Amalia-san to sleep in the bed comfortably today, I let him sleep with me.”
Even as he answered, Leonardo seemed to be enjoying himself.
He asked Amalia to sit down, so she pulled the chair and sat down, then Leonardo lifted the bowl.
As expected, there was a salad there that had been shredded by hand, some meat that had just been seared, and some bread that was slightly burnt.
Glancing at Leonardo, he dropped his eyebrows apologetically, poured a glass of water, and placed it in front of Amalia.
“…I tried to work with Yugo to make something that looked like dinner, but all I could come up with was this. I’m sorry, it’s probably not very tasty.”
“That’s not true. Thank you, Leonardo. I’ll have to thank you and Yugo for everything in the morning.”
When she imagined the tall Leonardo and the small Yugo standing side by side in the kitchen, struggling to make dinner, her cheeks relaxed.
The salad was unusually large in pieces, and the meat was crispy on the surface but slightly undercooked on the inside. The bread also looked like it had been overcooked over high heat, but the fact that the two of them had cooked for Amalia, something she wasn’t familiar with, made it seem better than any other meal.
Leonardo stood by the wall in silence while Amalia ate her late night dinner. When Amalia had finished eating, he quietly called out to her.
“Amalia-san, if it’s okay with you, let’s talk about it later tomorrow?”
“Yes… is it time for you to go back to work in the guild?”
Leonardo seemed determined to not take on any work every year around this time, but if he didn’t take on any work for too long, his reputation would suffer and the guild would stop sending him requests.
Now that everyone knows that Leonardo uses Amalia’s house as his main residence and that he is Amalia’s “childhood friend”, it’s time for him to get back to business.
Amalia, who had fully expected this, understood, but Leonardo had a dull expression on his face.
“…yes. But when I heard that you have unusual powers, I hesitated. The power you possess can become a source of conflict.”
“…conflict.”
“Like I did, perhaps Alphonse and the others are unaware of your hidden talent. It’s because of their obliviousness that you’ve been left behind… If they knew you were alive, and that you possessed such a rare gift―”
“…I guess so. Since it’s Alphonse, maybe he’ll turn his palm around and come to me.”
“Then―”
“Leonardo. I want to use this power for myself.”
When Amalia announced this in a strong tone of voice, Leonardo, who had come up to her excitedly, gulped.
She had a nostalgic dream a while ago.
When Amalia was about eight years old, she exchanged words with her mother, who was good at making perfumes from flowers.
She knew something was wrong, considering they were talking about the white magic Amalia had inherited from her mother.
‘At the time, I didn’t know what you were talking about, but now I finally do.’
Perhaps Amalia’s mother also possessed the same special power that Yugo had mentioned. In her case, she was good at making perfumes, and smelling them made her feel energized and clear-headed. The perfume she made was very popular even outside the monastery, and she would often sell them to merchants.