Editing Zero no Tsukaima:Volume1 Story2 Chapter4

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==Chapter 7 – Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt==

In Tristainia, there is a mage thief who can send every noble in the country in fear with the name “The Crumbling Dirt.”  Her full name is Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt.

When Fouquet heard that a noble in the North had a jeweled crown, she went all the way there to steal it.  When she heard of a noble in the South who had a staff bestowed by the king as a family treasure, she broke walls to steal it.  In the East, none remained of the best pearl rings by the artisans of the White Islands, stored in a mansion.  She also eagerly took in a priceless bottle of well-aged wine from a winery in the West.  Fouquet is everywhere.

Her tactics range from stealthy infiltration to outright breaking in.  She has attacked the national bank in broad daylight, and silently intruded houses in the deep of the night.  Either way, her tactics simply leave the royal mage guards in the dust.

The one thing that identifies her is her use of alchemy to enter her targeted rooms, turning doors and walls to dirt and sand, and walking in the gaping hole.  The nobles were not stupid, of course.  They have tried to magically “solidify” everything around their treasure in an attempt to stop her alchemy, but her magic is simply too strong, nullifying everything, fortified or not, into dirt.

If Fouquet decides on breaking her way in, she uses a gigantic golem made of dirt, up to 30 meters tall.  Scattering mage guards and breaking even castle walls, it lets her boldly take whatever she wants in broad daylight.

Nobody has ever seen Fouquet’s appearance up close.  Nobody even knows whether she is a man or a woman.  All they know is that she is an earth mage of at least Triangle class, that she leaves an insulting note like “I got your treasure.  –-Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt” in every robbery scene, and that she prefers treasures and artifacts of great magical power.

Two huge moons shine down on the walls outside the fifth floor of the Academy of Magic, which encases a treasure room.  The light stretched out a shadow, standing straight against the walls.  Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt.

Her green, long hair moved with the wind, and she briskly stood, openly showing the figure that brings fear to all nobles in the country. 

Fouquet felt the wall’s power under with her feet, and could not help but admire it.  ''The main tower of the Academy is as strong as it looks…is a physical attack its only weakness?  I can’t break through something this thick without attracting attention.''  It’s not hard for an expert in earth magic like Fouquet to check a wall’s thickness with her feet, but breaking a wall is completely different.  ''It looks like they only used hardening spells on it, but I can’t even break this with a golem.  It’s got a very strong hardening spell though…my alchemy’s not doing much.''

“Damn it…and I already got this far.”  Fouquet bit her teeth in frustration.  “I’m not letting go of the Staff of Destruction, no matter what.”  She crossed her arms and went in deep thought.

Meanwhile, as Fouquet thought in annoyance about the wall, Louise’s room was in chaos.  Louise and Kirche stared in anger at each other, while Saito excitedly studied the sword Kirche just gave him on his straw bed.  Tabitha nonchalantly read on Louise’s bed.

Louise had her arms on her waist.  “What is the meaning of this, Zerbst?”  She stared at her rival.

Kirche watched Saito’s admiration, “I told you, I got what Saito wanted, so I came here to give it to him.”

“Ah, that’s a shame.  I already got my familiar a weapon.  Right, Saito?”

On the contrary.  Saito couldn’t let go of Kirche’s gift.  He unsheathed the sword, and stared at it.  When he held a sword, the inscriptions in his left hand glowed, while his body became light as a feather.  He wanted to swing it around, but he was indoors.  He still couldn’t figure out what the whole deal about his left hand was about.  All he knows is that it glows if he holds a sword.

But all he cared at this moment was this beautifully decorated blade.

“This is so awesome…I still like this one more…and it shines!”

Louise kicked him into the air.

“What are you doing?!”  Saito yelled.

“Give this back.  Don’t you already have that talking sword?”

“Uh…that’s true…it’s interesting that a sword can speak, but still…”  ''It’s so rusty and old and so broken.  If a swordsman uses anything, it’s got to be shiny and cool, right?  Besides, Kirche just gave me this for free…''

“Jealous words are quite unmannerly, Valliere!”  Kirche trumpeted triumphantly.

“Jealous?  Who’s jealous?”

“Isn’t it?  I, Kirche, easily got Saito’s most desired sword as a gift.  You can’t say you’re not jealous, can you?”

“Jealous, my butt!  That aside, I will not accept even a tiny bit of generosity from a Zerbst!  That’s all there is!”

Kirche looked at Saito, who stared reluctantly at the decorated sword in Louise’s hands.

“You see that?  Saito loves this sword, got it?  This sword is created by Germania’s very own alchemist Lord Shupei!”  Kirche threw a seductive glare to Saito.  “You listen here…all that is good under the sun, let it be swords or women, can only come from Germania!  Tristanian women, like Louise, are all extremely jealous, impatient, miserly, and snobbish, and nothing can change them!”

Louise glared at Kirche.

“What?  I’m just telling the truth.”

“Oh…how…amusing.  Women like you are all romantic-minded idiots!  Did you hook up with too many guys back in Germania, making nobody trust you, and ending up dropping out and running all the way over here to Tristania?”  Louise said all that to Kirche with a cold, uncompromising laugh, interspersed with angry shivers.

“You have guts, Valliere…” Kirche’s face darkened.

Louise only victoriously added, “What?  I’m just telling the truth.”

They simultaneously brandished their wands.

Tabitha flicked her staff even faster than the two, blowing their wands away in a gust.

“Indoors.” she simply announced.  ''Probably meaning it’s dangerous to fight in here.''

“And who is this?  She’s been sitting on my bed since…” Louise angrily muttered.

“She’s my friend.”  Kirche answered.

“And why is your friend in my room?”

Kirche stared.  “Is that a problem?”

“Hmmph.” 

Saito tried to talk with Tabitha, who did not reply, only quietly reading her book, as if she really dislikes conversation.

Meanwhile, Louise and Kirche still glared at each other.

Kirche looked away, “Well…lets have Saito decide.”

“Me?  Decide?”  Saito immediately felt distressed for being singled out.

“Right.  This is about your choice of swords.”  Louise also looked at him.

Now Saito felt worse.  He liked Kirche’s shiny blade the most, hands down.  ''But Louise will never let me pick that.  She might not let me have dinner for a week, although I guess I can get that from Siesta, but still…''

He looked at Louise, who glared at him.  ''Louise may be a selfish, self-centered, ungrateful girl, but she did take care of me when I was out for days…and I like her looks more…''

''Then again…Kirche bought me this really expensive sword.  To top that, a beautiful one like her actually confessed to me.  Before this, there is simply no way for me to land someone that good-looking…''

''Okay, that just made this impossibly hard.  Now it just feels like I’m picking between the two of them and not the sword.''

“Well?  Which is it?”  Kirche and Louise both stared at him.

“Uh, well…can’t I have both?”  Saito tilted his head and tried to look cute.  

It didn’t work.  He was sent to the air by both kicks, and collapsed in his straw bed.

“Hey.”  Kirche turned to Louise.

“What?”

“Guess it’s time to get this over with.”

“Hmm…you’re right.”

“I really hate you, you know?”

“Same to you.”

“We think quite alike.”  Kirche smiled and raised a brow.

Louise, too, defiantly stuck her chin up.

They shouted in unison:  “Let’s duel!”

“Geez…you don’t have to…”  Saito was shocked.  The two glared at each other as if they did not hear him.

“But of course, we have to do this with magic!”  Kirche triumphantly declared.

Louise bit her lip, and nodded.  “Fine.  Location?”

“Really?  You sure, Louise the Zero?  Are you really sure you want to fight me in a magical duel?”  Kirche goaded.

Louise lowered her head.  ''Am I sure?  Of course…not.''  But it’s a challenge from a Zerbst, so she must take it.  “Of course!  I will not lose to you!”

Meanwhile, standing on the walls of the central academy tower, Fouquet felt footsteps.  She jumped off towards the ground, and just as she reached it, she whispered “Spell of Levitation”, absorbing her momentum, and landed like a feather.  She then disappeared into the courtyard bushes.

Entering the courtyard were Louise, Kirche, Tabitha, and Saito.

“Alright, lets begin.”  Kirche announced.

“Are you guys really going to duel?”  Saito anxiously asked.

“Yes, we are.”  Louise confidently answered.

“Isn’t it a bit…dangerous?  Lets just stop here and let it go, shall we?”

“That’s true, so whoever gets injured is the idiot,” said Kirche.

“Uh-huh.”  Louise nodded.

Tabitha approached Kirche, and whispered something in her ear.  Then she pointed at Saito.

“Hmm…now that’s a good idea!”  Kirche grinned.

Then, Kirche whispered something to Louise.

“Ah…not bad.”  Louise nodded.

And they all looked at Saito.  He suddenly had a bad feeling about it.

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“Hey…are you guys serious?”  Saito begged, but nobody cared.

He was hung by rope midair from the main tower.  ''Yep…I should have just picked a girl and be done with it.''  On the ground which looked so far, far away he can see the silhouettes of Kirche and Louise.  Despite it being the middle of the night, the two moons made for clear vision.  He can even see Tabitha on her wind dragon.  It held two swords in its mouth.

The two moons warmly shone on Saito.

Kirche and Louise looked up on him, dangling and flopping around in midair.

Kirche rolled up her fists.  “Here’s how we do it…first to cut off the rope and let Saito down wins, and the winner’s sword goes to Saito.  Sounds good?”

“Got it.”  Louise nodded, her face blank.

“No limits on type of spells used.  You can go first…my treat.”

“Alright.”

“Okay…good luck.”

Louise brandished her wand.  In the air, Tabitha began to shake the rope, wobbling Saito left and right.  Spells like “fireball” have high accuracy rates, and as long as the target doesn’t move it can hit it.  However, Louise had more than that to worry about – she had to make the spell work in the first place.

Louise thought hard.  ''What would work?  Wind?  Fire?  Water and earth are both out…they don’t have many spells that can cut ropes.  Fire spells work the best here…''and here Louise remembered that that is exactly what Kirche is good at.

''Kirche’s fireballs will cut that rope easily.  I can’t fail this one.''

She picked fireballs anyway.  Aiming a small one at the target, she recited the short spell.  If she fails, Saito gets Kirche’s sword, and to someone esteemed like Louise, this is completely unacceptable.  She finished reciting, and with her utmost concentration, flicked her wand.  If it works, a fireball should come out of the tip.

But nothing came out of the wand.  The next moment, the wall behind Saito exploded.  The shockwave shook Saito even harder.  “What the hell?!  Are you trying to kill me?!”  Saito’s angry yell came to them.

The rope remained intact.  If she thought she can use the shockwave to break the rope, she wasn’t thinking.  A large crack appeared on the wall.

Kirche collapsed in laughter.  “ZERO!  ZERO LOUISE!  You broke the wall instead of the rope!  Now that’s ''talent''!”

Louise looked down.

“Man, I’ve got to ask you…what the heck did you do to make it blow up like that?!  Oh god…my sides hurt…”

Louise frustratingly held her fists and kneeled to the ground.

“Next is my turn.”  Kirche aimed at the rope like a hunter would his prey.  Tabitha was shaking the rope, so it was tough aiming.  Despite that, Kirche kept a brisk, easy smile.  Chanting a short spell, Kirche waved her wand out of habit.  Fire spells are her specialty.

From her wand appeared a melon-sized fireball, flying towards Saito and the rope.  It hit the rope, burning it loose in an instant.  Saito started to fall to the ground, and Tabitha waved her staff from the rooftop, casting a Spell of Levitation on him, causing him to slowly land to the ground.

Kirche announced in earnest, “I win, Valliere!”

Louise sat down in despair, her hands pulling on the grass.

Meanwhile, Fouquet watched them from the bushes.  She saw the crack on the walls from Louise’s blast.  ''What kind of magic is that?  She asked for a fireball spell, but nothing came out of her wand, and the wall blew up.  I’ve never heard of a spell that can make things explode like this.''  She shook her head.  ''More importantly, I can’t let go of this chance.''  She started chanting a long spell, waving her wand at the ground when she finished. a mild smile forming on her face.  Following her voice, a bulge formed on the ground.  Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt is showing her talent.

“What a shame, Valliere!”  Kirche laughed.

Her battle lost, Louise reluctantly and gloomily slacked her shoulders.  Saito watched her, a complicated emotion on his face.  “…why don’t you uh…untie me first?”  He managed a low tone.  He couldn’t move with the rope wrapped around him in layers.

Kirche smiled, “Oh, why of course, I’ll be glad to!”

Right then, Kirche felt something behind her.  She turned around.  She couldn’t believe her eyes.  “What…what the heck is this?!”  Her jaw dropped.  What she saw was a huge earth golem moving towards them.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!”  Kirche ran away screaming.

Saito yelled behind her, “Hey!  Hey!  Don’t go!  Don’t leave me here!”  He was in a panic.  After all, he has never seen such an enormous golem, and it’s heading towards him.  “Wh…what the hell is this?!  It’s huge!”  Saito wanted to run, but the ropes had him tight on the ground.

Louise recovered her senses and ran towards him.

“You…why are you tied up like this?!”

“Isn’t that your idea?!”

Above them, the golem raised its foot.

Saito lost hope.  “Louise, get out of there!”  He yelled.

“Dammit…this rope…” Louise tried in vain to untie the knots.

The golem’s foot descended.  Saito closed his eyes.

In that instant, Tabitha’s wind dragon slid from the skies, grabbing the two with its talons, and pulled them out with the foot only inches from them.  The next moment, the foot crushed everything under it.

Hanging under the wind dragon, Saito and Louise watched the golem.  Saito shakily asked, “Wh-wh-what…the hell is that?” 
 
”I’m not sure…but it’s one gigantic earth golem!  Somebody must have summoned that!” 
 
”Something that big?!” 
 
”…whoever that summoned this must be a mage with at least Triangle level.” 
 
Saito bit his lip, and thought of Louise, who tried to untie him despite her danger.  “That aside…why didn’t you run?”  

“No respectable master will desert his familiar like that.” She answered dryly.

Saito watched her quietly.  For some reason, he found her quite attractive…just now. 
 
Fouquet, standing on the golem’s shoulder, smiled.  She paid no attention to the wind dragon or Kirche escaping.  A dark cape covered her from head to toe.  They could not make out her face.  She transformed the fist to a metallic composition, and ordered the golem to punch the wall.  A dull thump sounded as the metallic fist hit in the wall, collapsing it.  Under her dark cape, Fouquet smiled even more. 
 
The golem transported her in with its hand, and she entered through the hole and into the treasure vault.  It stored valuables of every kind, but she had only one target. 
 
The Staff of Destruction. 
 
A row of staffs of many sorts hung on the wall, but one came to her as completely unlike a staff.  It was a meter long, and made with a sort of metal that she has never seen before.  Fouquet looked at the metal plate right under it, reading “Staff of Destruction, do not remove.”  Her smile grew to a grin. 

She picked up the Staff of Destuction, and was shocked by its lightness.  ''Just what is this thing made of?''  She had no time to ponder.  She ran back to the golem’s shoulder. 
 
Just before she left, she burned a message on the wall:  
“I got your Staff of Destruction.  –Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt.” 
 
Sitting on the shoulder with its caped mistress, the golem leaped over the Academy walls, landing with a huge thud, and moved towards the grasslands and beyond.

Midair above the golem, the wind dragon circled around.  Tabitha, sitting on the wind dragon, waved her staff for a Spell of Levitation, moving Saito and Louise onto the dragon’s back.  She waved again.  The air around Saito shook, and the shockwave cut the rope to pieces.

“Thank you,” he said to Tabitha in gratitude.

Her face remained blank, only nodding in acceptance.

Saito watched the gigantic earth golem, and asked Louise, “That mage…broke the wall.  But what for?”

“The treasure vault.”  Tabitha answered.

“She was holding something when she came out of that hole.”

“It’s a thief.  But…that was quite bold.”

They watched as the giant golem suddenly crumbles mid-run into a large mound of dirt.

They descended to the ground.

There was nothing else besides the mountain of dirt brightly illuminated by the moons.  The mage commanding it disappeared into the night, just like that.