Zero no Tsukaima:Volume11 Chapter1

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Chapter One: Von Zerbst

Within the deep, dark woods of Germania, stood Von Zerbst castle. But even though it was called a castle, it was considerably different from the Tristanian ones.

The old stone-made building probably had a splendid history, and the repeatedly added random extensions increased its original size twice as much. The architectural style was uncertain as well. The raising top looked like of ancient Tristain and Galia, the high steeples belonged to Varon’s style, while the middle wall undergone a massive transformation under the Albion’s architecture influence.

Next to the delicate Romalian brick tower, stood large, made from massive rocks, Germanian citadel… thus, ignoring the looks and prestige, this building was a mess. Tristain’s and Galia’s nobles pucker up their eyebrows seeing so built castle, and the respective liberty and innovation of the country of fire, Germania, makes them frown hard.

In one room of such castle, devoted to the cheerful and warm feeling of the spring, Saito was sound asleep. Because he just took part in a big adventure, his body felt very tired.

In his deep sleep, Saito was dreaming. It was a nostalgic dream.

Dream of hometown. Dream of the earth…

In the kitchen, his mother was cooking, And he watched her from behind.

“Mother, what are you making?”

“Your favorite - hamburger stake.”

For some reason, such casual conversation, pierced hard through his chest. Mother turned around. Mother's familiar face. Same gentle, calm face of the mother...

“Saito, you, why are you crying?”

“Huh?”

Saito rubbed his eyes. They were full of tears.

“Such a strange child.”

Said smiling face of a mother and changed to Tabitha’s mother’s face. Surprised Saito, let out a cry.

“Uwaa!”

Saito woke up from his yell.

“A dream…”

It was already a second dream of his mother. Being so far away, it was a wonder he could recall it at all.

Saito rose from bed and looked out of the window. The sun just passed the midway. The bed next to him, where should have been sleeping Malicorne and Guiche, was empty. No one was sleeping in it for some-time already.

Saito dressed up and turned to leave the room himself…

“Saito.”

In the doorway stood Louise.

“Oh, Louise. Good morning.”

For some reason, when Saito greeted her, Louise shyly casted her eyes down.

“Lunch has been prepared. Everyone is waiting.”

“Then you should have woken me up.”

“I tried. But you did not wake up.”

“I-I see. Sorry.”

Saito said looking away. He became embarrassed remembering the dream. It may have been a journey deep in the dream world. But the dream of a mother was strangely embarrassing.