Olaf SchlösserFreikirchliche Schreihälse und Menschenfischer sind in der Innenstadt aber weiterhin kein Problem.
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Olaf Schlösser 
Freikirchliche Schreihälse und Menschenfischer sind in der Innenstadt aber weiterhin kein Problem.
NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at FediStar-Cross Cookies: Part 3
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Armed with Carnelia’s name, Rozemyne headed to the library, much to the dismay of her chief maid, Lieseleta. Rihyarda could have handled it, but Lieseleta lacked the experience and gravitas to control Rozemyne when she was fired up.
"Lady Carnelia!" Rozemyne shouted, bursting into the reading room the girl was using.
Lieseleta said just loud enough for the Aub to hear, “At least give her a proper greeting.”
“Of course,” Rozemyne replied.
“May I pray for a blessing in appreciation of this serendipitous meeting, ordained by the harsh judgment of Ewigeliebe, Lady Carnelia?” Rozemyne rushed through her greeting.
“You may.” The lady in question spoke barely loud enough to be heard and trembled like a winter leaf, which wasn’t surprising, given that the Aub had addressed her so suddenly.
“I need something red, romantic, and heart-shaped,” Rozemyne said.
“You might want to explain a bit,” Lieseleta said. She was overstepping herself, but the poor woman Rozemyne was addressing looked bewildered and on the verge of fainting in fright.
“Sorry, I want something to use with cookies for Star-Cross Day. Something other than those dreadful bugs! I don’t see how anyone could think coach beetles were romantic.”
Lady Carnelia stared, and then, as the word "romantic" sank in, she began to think. Her brows furrowed, and then a smile touched her lips. "There's the 'desert heart.' They have red, heart-shaped leaves and a mild, pleasant flavor. Perhaps you’ve had tea made from them.”
Rozemyne’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, that lovely mint tea. I think we export it. That would be wonderful.”
Lieseleta was used to Rozemyne’s use of strange words, but Lady Carnelia looked puzzled at the word “mint.”
Blissfully unaware, Rozemyne continued. “Mild, red, mint cookies with a heart-shaped leaf in their center. Perfect!”
Carried away, she rushed off to see the chef, leaving poor Lady Carnelia to recover in the now silent library.
[Sequel coming someday]
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Star-Cross Cookies: Part 1
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#Wss366 Revulsion
Having finished giving the chef the next recipe she wanted to try, Aub Rozemyne looked around the kitchen. Sometimes she got an idea when she saw something new. This time, it was a row of brown ceramic pots, each with two blue stars, that caught her attention.
“Milburn, what are those?” she asked the chef.
“Those would be pickles, Your Grace. They’re for Star-Cross Day.”
He took down a jar without further instruction, something he would never have done for another noble, let alone the Aub. But Rozemyne was different. She was relaxed about etiquette and had an insatiable curiosity.
He opened the vessel, releasing the smell of vinegar, wine, and spices. Then he reached in to extract a large, flat, brown bug. “This is a coach beetle,” he said, showing it to her.
“Ughhh.” Her response was involuntary as #revulsion swept over her. To her, they looked like giant cockroaches.
"Why would you eat that?" she asked, scrunching up her face.
“I suppose you wouldn’t know, Your Grace. Next week is a local holiday when the twin stars align. It’s said that proposals made on that day are blessed. Also, if your partner eats one of these, they’ll never stop loving you. Young men make quite a show of swallowing them.”
“Yuck! Why those?”
“When these little devils mate, the male rides around on the female’s back for weeks. That’s how they got the name coach beetle. Some people believe that men who eat them will be as faithful as the beetles themselves.”
Rozemyne thanked the chef and departed. “I know one thing: I’m not giving Ferdinand one of those. Revolting!”
[To be Continued]
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾Author Notes☽⋅─•
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I wrote this just as the translation of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year” volume two started appearing in J-Novel Club pre-pubs. To the best of my ability, this story doesn’t break the canon of “Ascension of a Bookworm” and volume one of “Hannelore’s Fifth Year.” Volume two will most likely render this AU, though. However, I like the idea of Rozemyne and Hannelore eventually living together. They both need a good friend.
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High Tea at The Royal Academy
•─⋅☾6. Tea Cake Crumbs☽⋅─•
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•─⋅☾Meanwhile in Dunkelfelger☽⋅─•
“Oh, my,” said Sieglinde, Hannelore’s mother. It would have taken a more observant man than Aub Werdekraf to notice the slight pallor that crept into his wife’s cheeks. But it was there, a sure sign that something highly unusual and alarming had happened. Fortunately, no servants were in the private dining room where the two were having dinner to observe her alarm.
“Is that Hannelore’s letter?” he asked as she handed it to him. He blinked as he read it, glanced up at his wife, and then continued reading.
Putting it down, he said, “How could Ferdinand have let this happen? A magical shumil?”
“Not just any shumil, it's a minor artifact. Only Ferdinand and Rozemyne could have made this one.”
“But what could it mean?” Wedekraf’s voice was muffled by the hands he had placed over his face.
His wife gave it some thought. She was the steadying hand that kept the Dunkelfelger ruling family in line. “Ah, I think I see.—Have you noticed that Rozemyne is inordinately fond of Hannelore?”
“One could hardly miss it. Do you think that’s all it is—an extravagant gift?”
“Do be sensible. Given Ferdinand’s involvement, it must mean something—something that can’t be spoken of directly.”
“But what?”
“What if Rozemyne is in love with Hannalore? If Ferdinand were to take Hana as a second wife, she would have an unassailable place where she could be with Rozemyne.”
The Aub took his hands away from his face, revealing brows scrunched in concentration. “That does sound like the kind of devious plan Ferdinand would come up with, but Rozemyne? I thought she had eyes #solely for Ferdinand.”
His wife was smiling now as she tapped her finger on the table. “It’s the #perfect solution to our Hannelore problem. She gets a good marriage with people who will ensure her comfort, and we strengthen our relationship with Alexandria and Rozemyne.”
•─⋅☾And in Alexandria☽⋅─•
Ferdinand emerged from the laboratory and approached his reading wife. “Do you know where the Shumil tool went? I had some ideas about how to cut down on the mana cost.”
The book slowly lowered, and Rozemyne looked up at him. “I sent it with Lady Sorrona to give to Hannelore.”
Ferdinand’s eyebrows twitched. “You did what!?”
Rozemyne set aside her book. “Oh dear, am I going to get another lecture?” Her tone was resigned.
[FINIS]
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High Tea at The Royal Academy ロイヤル・アカデミーでのハイティー
•─⋅☾5. Shumils 2/2 ☽⋅─•
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[2/2 Continued from the previous post]
Taking a breath, Sorrona began. “Ferdinand told me to be brief, since you must be busy, so I’ll be direct. Rozemyne requests that you accept me onto the Library Committee. I have already received Mestionora’s blessing, and I fervently hope to serve her and become a librarian someday.”
Hannelore hadn’t planned on reviving the Library Committee. The library had plenty of staff, and she had no interest in the work. As the highest-ranking Dunkelfelger at the school, she had enough to do.
Looking into her junior’s pleading eyes made saying no hard. She sighed to herself. It wouldn’t do to decide until she had consulted with Cordula, her head maid, and her mother. “I’ll need to check.”
The girl nodded, seeming satisfied. She beckoned to her maid, who stepped forward with a chest richly decorated with carved shumil. Cordula stepped forward, opened the chest, nodded, and handed it to Hannelore. Inside was a fluffy shumil plushie dressed in blue librarian robes. Its forepaws were outstretched.
Sorrona explained, “If you feed it mana while petting it, you can give it a book to read to you. Ferdinand and Rozemyne worked very hard on it.”
Hannelore’s eyes grew wide. Her mind screamed, “Too much! Why!”
She caught Cordula’s eye, who nodded imperceptibly and made a sign indicating their time was up.
Hannelore grabbed the lifeline. “I see it’s time for me to leave. I have another pressing appointment. May Dregarnuhr bind our threads again soon. Until then, may Schutzaria keep you company.”
As soon as Sorrona said goodbye, Hannelore fled.
“And may Verdraeos be with me, for I surely need his help.” Her whimper went unheard by anyone except the god himself.
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High Tea at The Royal Academy ロイヤル・アカデミーでのハイティー
•─⋅☾5. Shumils 1/2☽⋅─•
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As the tea ended, each girl rose and curtsied first to Hannelore, the representative of the highest-ranking duchy, and then to Sorrona, their host. The girl from Blumenfeld was first. The lovely dove-gray silk of her dress matched her eyes, which smiled insincerely at Hannelore. However, there was nothing lovely about how they bore into Sorrona. Then, with a silken rustle, she was gone.
Hannelore wondered if Sorrona was aware of the tension her favoritism had produced. She would need to report to her mother about the rising tensions between Blumenfeld and Alexandria. It would be unpleasant if they got caught in the middle. Many of Dunkelfelger’s lords were still loyal to the former king, who now ruled Blumenfeld, especially the older lords whose #lands were in the countryside.
As the last girl left, Sorrona sighed and began to slouch until she noticed her lady's maid’s #grim look.
“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble asking you to stay, Lady Hannelore. Aub Rozemyne speaks fondly of you, and she sends Mestionora’s blessings and hopes that Dregarnuhr will soon bind your threads with hers.”
“It was no trouble. I, too, hope that Dregarnuhr’s loom will soon bring us together,” Hannelore replied, wondering why Sorrona had wanted a private interview with her. Her worries grew when Sorrona took an anti-eavesdropping tool from her maid and said, “Shall we?”
“Most certainly,” Hannelore replied. She took out a similar tool.
[1/2 Continued in the next post]
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