For You This World I'll Destroy

Melodic Noctis (3)

“You have no talent as a magician.”

The words spoken from Mutter's lips seemed to be a razor that cut my dreams. The picture of the day my hand can knock Mutter's hand, getting farther away. I was running on the stairs, but I couldn't catch up to Eclair and Mutter. Until finally each rung disappeared and pulled into the darkness.

“...no!” I said I woke up after our train stopped suddenly.

Eclair who sat in front immediately laughed out loud and teased me, “Gugup once my sister this one. To the point of having nightmares on his way to school. Hayo! Quickly remove your iler, we have arrived at the academy loh.”

Red my face that immediately nagged, “K-Kok Brother did not wake me from earlier anyway?!”

“Your panicked intention made my day brighter!”

“S-Damn!” I said that I threw a pillow at my ngawur brother, then immediately opened my makeup mirror and got ready.

A year has passed since Mutter showed off our magic talent. Now, just like the children of a typical noble family, at the age of 14 we were sent to Odinhall Academy in the capital. The best place in the world for those who want to explore various sciences including Magic. At the gate, we both walked together.

Eclair confidently held up the bag on his shoulder and said, “By no yes, I'll kidnap you to my class?”

I kicked my leg off that, “Away! I forgot Mutter's message. Learn well, don't look for trouble again. Last semester Brother already got a warning from the Head of the Academy, if you miss class again later on summer vacation Brother must replace it you know,” I rebuke.

“The end of class is very important. You know I'd rather take action than study. Open a book, dreamland directly pick up!”

“That's because you're lazy just know,” scold me.

“Iiih, very fierce, this one exemplary student. Iyadeh, iyadeh, today I will study more seriously. Ehem, 10% more serious!” he said that he stuck out his tongue at me before half-stepping into his class. Oh, my God, relax, Eclair.

Unlike me, Eclair was one of the seven Royal Pupils, special disciples selected by a Magistrate of magic to study under his wing. Being a Royal Pupil is a great honor that will certainly set your future brighter. That is why, mutter put high hopes on Eclair.but the First Princess of the Kingdom, every day always looking for a cause.

Whether vandalism, honest canteen snacking or escaping lessons, Eclair has become a byword for the Professors at the academy. they looked so worried seeing their future Queen was a goosey figure who liked to look for trouble. But there were two things that made them unable to do anything to the princess. One because he was a Noctis and the last because Eclair was the number one ranked disciple in this academy.

Hmm, is it possible that being naughty is one characteristic of a genius?

“Hey, isn't he the Noctis wart?”

Ah.. Start again.

I gripped my bag, past dozens of eyes that were staring at me amusedly. Sharper than the daggers of their tongues, speaking of me. Interspersed with laughter chased after me like the hands of darkness, which caught me in the trap of reality.

“Eh, listen, the wart was remed 4 subjects. Though his brother is the number one holder in this school, but he just brings shame to his family.”

“Know no, yes, calling a trivial magic like Fireball, he can't? It's different, Daemon should not seem worthy to enter this academy.”

“Well, understand. If only he wasn't the bastard son of Noctis, how could he possibly go to school here. Basic parasites.”

“Iih, I'm wrong, the parasite can be dangerous, but he's just shy. More precisely, a Wart.”

Even though you want to deny their words, the truth forces me to shut up. No matter how much I spent the night studying, not a single piece of material stuck in my head. No matter how hard I practice magic, it's just everyday magic that I can use. Perhaps. True they say, a Daemon like me can enter a prestigious school like this all thanks to the generosity of Mutter. It may be true that I have absolutely no talent for being a Witch.

But still, as often as I hear that insult, my heart still hurts.

“Princess Month, what's up?”

A soft voice in front of me. When I opened my eyes, I realized I almost hit the person in front of me. He was a man with sharp eyes, looking at me worriedly. The black robe he wore had an elaborate magic relief, blending elegantly with his white shirt and striped blue tie. Behind the fabric of her brown hair that was blazing like fire contrasted with a soft and soothing voice.

He's Professor Oedellia, my math teacher and homeroom teacher.

“Ma-Sorry, Professor. S-I was in too much of a hurry to-“

“Lu bullied again ye,” said the man let out a long sigh. Looking at his watch the man then patted me on the shoulder and stepped away, “Follow me.”

“A-Anu, m-sorry, but class is about to start, Prof?” many confused.

U-Ugh. Like a prison prisoner, I followed and followed my warden. Despite his calming stature, Prof. Oe has a very thin mouth. His suble nature made many disciples open their hearts to him. Not infrequently there are female students who put their hearts on the single professor, only to be rejected for a thousand and one reasons.

But really...What the hell did they see from this teacher? I'm a forger, I don't have manners, I'm talking, and that overconfident smile! Ever since I first met him, I've been upset with myself. Our age is not too far adrift, but the chatter is loh, kebangetan. Nyebelin.

Passing through the school gate, Prof Oe covered my hair with his coat. Together we passed through the city to a very crowded international pier. Between the cries of the sailors who had just docked and the merchants who were bargaining with each other, Prof Oe drove me to a warehouse full of containers. Seated strangely, a big blue bus full of rust awaited us there. Prof Oe opened the door and at the same time, the smell of spices and magic compounds greeted me.

It struck me that my eyes saw a very modern lab equipment, mounted compactly on the bus. Without Professor's permission, I immediately jumped into it and fiddled with all corners of the lab, finding strange devices I'd never seen before at Noctis's residence. K-It's cool…! It was as if I was in a lab that could go around the whole world!

“Keren right? This bus is a cave buy with my savings of ten years. Unlike the other labs, the iron and glass from past civilizations can trap magic effectively. Not to mention there is an air conditioner technology that is able to suck the poison and remove it from this bus. Want to make an explosion of any size, the fire will not spread from this bus. Hmph! There is no perfect lab on this bus!” professor Oe said proudly.

The bus was an artifact of a civilization before the Progenitor Amelia. Like a fairy tale, they used to say that humanity could travel through seven skies on a flying saucer, conquering star after star and absorbing its boundless energy. No caste, no Daemon or Man, everyone is equal. No one can use magic, but they can perform all those miracles easily.

What an incredible civilization! But unfortunately, in just one night, they all disappeared without a trace, leaving only the ruins of a civilization that no one could use.

“A-Jeez, is this what they call a micropipette? A tool that can mix reagents up to 1 micrometer accuracy?” I was fascinated by a pipette in my hand.

“Yoyoi. Not only that, there are incubators, centrifuges and more,” replied Prof. Oe.

Suddenly I realized, a woman and a man were in a closed room like this.

“Oh, my husband, you have come,” suddenly a female voice that makes me soar in shock. Waking up covered in newspapers, a female Daemon sat watching me from head to toe. He is a fox demon with an adorable-looking tail and long ears. Beautiful face..but, it looked very urbane woman, making my hands rustle to comb her tangled hair.

“So, this is the talented boy you mean? Daemon that can parse the secret recipe of meatballs Abang boy only with his sense of smell alone?” asked the woman scratching her navel.

“Dan perfected it, my wife,” patch Prof. Oe.

T-Wait, s-husband wife? Is not marriage between Daemon and man forbidden? B-B-Not to mention, Professor oe is not the most famous person in this country? A-astaga, is this what they call betel mating?! D-Duh.. This is it, forbidden love layered???

“What I saw was just a pubescent girl with exaggerated imagination,” the joking woman who stood up. Very tall he almost touched the roof of the bus, “My name is Qrista Oedellia. You?” he said extending a hand.

“Clairysviel Adeola Noctis,” said I nervously took her hand.

“Live to the point. The world of magic is not where you should be, but here. Your talent can save millions of people in the future, including my daughter, Quina.”.

“Bakatku?” many confused.

Prof Oe then chimed in, “Princess of the Moon, you realize not, that you are actually a Malaakh Daemon. The celestial angel who has senses far surpassing any human or Daemon race. Although you have no hope in the world of magic, your senses of desire and taste are amazing, you have the opportunity to change the world through an ancient art called Alchemy magic.”

Confused I also quibbled, “B - is not Alkmia magic already on the obselet stamp and worn? Because in this time, many people can use instant healing magic.”

Krista replied, “There are still many diseases that cannot be cured by magic.” The tall woman took me to the back room of the bus, where she put her beautiful daughter to sleep.

Upon entering the room, a distinctive smell immediately danced in my nose. My eyes were surprised to see that the whole body of the eccil girl looked swollen. He was weak and helpless, falling asleep with a rapid breath.

“... Why is there so much pus smell coming from his kidneys? And this smell. albumin? Why is it so concentrated in his bladder?” I muttered unconsciously.

“It took me three months to solve the cause of my son's illness, but you already know a step into this room,” said Krista sighed a long time ago and stroked her son's brown hair, “I don't know why, but 4 months ago, Quina's immune system attacked her own kidneys. It caused all the protein in his blood to come out through pee.”

“Without a capable oncotic pressure, all the fluid in her blood seeps and causes Quina to suffer like this,” continued Krista.

S-immune system? The blood? Oncotic pressure? G-Geez, do we speak the same language?

“I have searched from the end of the world and finally found a cure to momentarily cure Quina on the black market. But...,” said Krista who then opened the drawer and gave a glass ampoule with a broken lid to me, “The name of the drug is Methylprednisolone, now no one knows how to make it. Without the cure, Quina would continue like this.”

“J-So... Prof meant to bring me here... to break this prescription drug?” my many. But then I was surprised to see the two old men prostrate before me and said,

“Princess Month.. please save our son.”.