Chapter 43 - Xyrus Academy (1/2)
Chapter 43: Xyrus Academy
“WAKE UP!!!”
“OOF!” I feel the wind get knocked out of me as Elijah, oh so tenderly, pounds my sternum with his two fists with the force capable of resuscitating a corpse.
I throw the sleeping Sylvie at him in hopes that she’ll protect me from my aggressive roommate.
“GAAHH! SYLV IT HURTS!!” As expected, the startled Sylv starts clawing at Elijah’s face until she calms down and sits back down next to me.
“There has got to be a better way to wake me up besides physical pain.” I grumble, rubbing my stomach.
“You’re telling me. Do you know how hard it is to wake you up and you reward me by throwing Sylvie at me? Even if she isn’t in her full dragon form, do you know how sharp her claws are?” He winces as he carefully touches the shallow scratches that Sylvie inflicted.
“Anyways! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up and get ready. I’ve already washed up so get going lazy a.s.s.” Elijah starts pushing me off the bed with his foot before starts dressing.
“Let’s go wash up, Sylv!” I pretend to be excited as I grab my companion and head over to the shower.
‘Nuuuuuu~ Papa I don’t want to shower! I’m cleaaan!’ “Kyuuuu~” The desperate wails of Sylv go out through the other ear as I haul her inside. Sylvie now has fur, or very thin, long soft scales that are very similar to fur. This means that she attracts dirt like a magnet so washing her more often becomes a necessity.
“Brother~ are you awake?” Ellie opens the door as I was still changing, Elijah was at least fully dressed but I only had my bottom half clothed.
“How do you like your big brother’s awesome muscles?” I flex my body like a professional body builder in a compet.i.tion.
“Eww… All I see are skin and bones Brother.” She just shakes her head, giving me a look as if disappointed by the fact that she has a brother like me.
Tch… she was all over me when I danced with her during her birthday party. They grow up too fast.
“Hurry up and get dressed and let’s eat guys!” Ellie closes the door and goes on ahead while Elijah and I get ready.
The uniforms that Xyrus sent us weren’t too out of the ordinary. For me, it consisted of a white dress shirt, a grey vest, a maroon string we tie around our necks underneath the collar, and navy dress pants tailored perfectly. There was also gold pocket watched attached to a chain on my vest’s breast pocket, overall giving me a very scholarly look.
Elijah’s uniform, on the other hand, looked very sleek. His black blazer with white tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs matched his black pants. Instead of a string, he wore something similar to a tie, except it had a flat end. His tie was black with one white stripe, indicating that he was a level one student. With his white dress shirt underneath and a badge with a sword and staff crossed etched intricately unto it, he looked dashing.
Instead of the usual tools a Conjurer may use, Elijah, instead, fashioned a black two-part band on his index and ring finger. These two bands were connected by a thin black chain, which gave him a gothic look, especially now that he recently purchased new gla.s.ses that were a bit more fashionable. He made it pretty clear to me that this would be his debut in finding a girlfriend so he took great pride in how he looked, although he always grumbled on about how no matter how much he tried, he wouldn’t be as good-looking as me.
What can I say? I need to thank mother and father for their genes.
Taking a good look at both Elijah and myself in the mirror, I could tell how much we’ve matured physically. The once nerdy Elijah from two years ago was now gone, a more sharp and cold look replacing it, which oddly contradicted from his personality.
As for myself, my eyes were a rich sapphire color that almost seemed to glow. My hair was a fiery auburn color that contrasted well with my eyes. Bluish eyes and reddish hair made me realize how coincidental it all was. What are the odds that my defining traits aligned with the two base elements I was most adept at? My facial features were a lot softer compared to Elijah’s but while soft and kind, it looked poised and elegant.
I looked and studied my face as if it wasn’t my own. Even after 12 years in this body, I wasn’t used to my appearance compared to the rather normal face I had in my old world.
“Are you sure you made the right choice Art? I can’t believe you wanted to go in as a Scholar Mage. I thought you would for sure go in as a Battle Mage like me.” Elijah said while he was styling his hair. The trim straight black hair that he had was now shorter and styled to the side.
“And I can’t believe one of the main reasons you wanted to attend Xyrus as a Battle Mage student was because it had cuter girls.” I slapped him firmly on the back while giving him a perverted smile.
“Shut up… Just you watch. The new and improved Elijah will get an awesome girlfriend that can only make you drool in jealousy!” He adjusts his blazer and takes one last look at himself. Obviously satisfied by his appearance, he walks towards the door while I follow, Sylv hopping on top of my head, her small claws digging into my scalp to keep grip, making me slightly worried about premature balding.
“Took you boys long enough to get ready! Who are you guys trying to impress?” My mother shakes her finger at us while Tabitha, who was in a matching ap.r.o.n with my mother starts giggling.
“Good morning boys, hurry up and eat. Lilia is going to be up on stage for the orientation since she’s part of the student council. She must be nervous so make sure you cheer her on.” Tabitha sits down across from us next to Mother and Ellie.
“I see the both of you are wearing the necklaces I gave you.” I say while my mouth was still full of oatmeal and fruit.
“Yup, why wouldn’t I when it’s such a beautiful piece of jewelry. I wish your father had half the amount of sense as you do…” My mother sighs as she fiddles with the Phoenix Wyrm ornament.
“All my friends are jealous because of how pretty it is! Be sure to get me things like these more, okay Brother?” Ellie leans forward on her chair excitedly.
“Well be sure to give me a reason to want to give you more things like that then.” I nag at her. My brotherly side still wishes for her to grow up into a fine lady.
“Umm… Aunt Alice, do you mind healing my face before we go to school? I don’t want my debut at school to go wrong because of these cat scratches.” He turns his gaze to Sylv who just sticks her tongue out.
“Pfft. Still fighting with Sylvie? Come here and let me take a look at that.” Mother places a hand in front of Elijah’s face and whispers a small chant before a glow started emanating from her fingertips. A few moments later, the small scratches on his face all disappeared and Elijah let out a relaxed sigh.
“Thanks, Aunt Alice.” Elijah leaned back in his chair and continued eating breakfast.
My father comes in, quite evident that he was training from the sweat he had. “Sorry I’m late for breakfast! I was in the middle of a small breakthrough!” He excitedly sat down and looked at Elijah and me. “Wow~ my two boys are already going to school. I can’t believe it. Looks like we raised Arthur well, right honey?” My father smiles broadly.
“What do you mean we? I was the one that raised him.” My mother sits up proudly.
My father scoffs, “Tch~ I guess I only raised my children when they’re getting into trouble then huh.”
“As long as you know.” My mother states matter-of-factly, causing the whole table to laugh.
The only ones missing were Vincent and Lilia. Lilia had to go to school a few days earlier since she had to do some work but Vincent has been more and more busy these days as he is part of the management committee for the ship, Dicatheous, setting sail today.
“I was pretty surprised when you said that you wanted to attend Xyrus as a Scholar Mage though, Art.” My father brings up with while chewing on his eggs.
“Yeah, both are good choices but Battle Mages are the ones that get all the glory.” Tabitha sighs. Lilia was a Battle Mage as well despite disagreements from both Tabitha and Vincent. The two of them wanted Lilia to become a Scholar Mage since it would be a lot less dangerous but Lilia was persistent on making a name for herself.