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Die Forelle (Schubert) - The Trout... Kind of

The Witch who was hiding in the Chopin Family Parlour (a boarding house for boys) was up to trouble again.

"I-I didn't do it."

"There's a dead cat in the kitchen and you're the only one in this building... Please explain."

"I-I said I didn't do it!"

The Witch who liked to wear a robe that resembled a Japanese Kimono patterned a summer day sky, was holding onto a red-colored knife and her other hand held a fish's head. As a certain Piano Prodigy mentioned, there was a dead cat on the floor... that or it ate something questionable and passed out as a self-defense mechanism to reject the food poisoning. Either way, the kitchen counter was covered in blood and fish guts.

"Th-this little kitten fo-followed me home wh-when I was experimenting with an Earth G-G-Golem. I-I wanted to give it something to eat!"

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"My mother hates fish and some of the boys who live here are allergic to seafood... where did you get an Arctic Halibut?"

"Oh that. I used a Summon Object Spell to get me one. You do realize the Fish Market in your town stinks like a pig's pen, right? No offense. Not to mention, I hate trout, looking at it makes me nauseous."

"If Sir Franz Schubert heard you say that, he will cry."

"Why, because he named his Dog after The Trout?"

"No. He named his Best Composition as The Trout."

"............. And that's supposed to have an effect on me, how?"

"Stepping on a great man's work is nothing more than an insult. You will be cursed."

"Mm. That's okay, I've already have a couple of Anti-Hex Charms and one Potion of Curse Removal. I should be safe."

"I wasn't sharing with you for your well-being."

Frederic Chopin glanced at the poor cat. As a young man who rarely left home or went to school due to medical conditions, he was a bit of an 'isolated fellow' who only had enough close friends to count within his 10 fingers and thumbs. Even so, he felt pity for the unconscious Calico kitten that was lying on its back, with a big round belly and foam leaking from its mouth.

"If you're so great about curing illnesses, why don't you save this kitten from your food poisoning."

"Poisoning? Impossible. I've calculated the right amount of powdered Salamander Claw to Bat Stomach Wax to the iota. I even throw in my rare Herbs I found in an Aztec Temple and even added in Rabbit's Down Fur into the mixture. It should increase the cat's lifespan and stamina by two folds."

".......................................... You inhuman creature."

"Wh-why are you looking at me as if I am the murderer!?"