Three Months Later

I was in the room I got after saving Risa, sitting in front of a table full with drawings and some books,which described crafting methods and materials.

My new room was quite spacious, unlike my previous one. I had a endlessly comfortably bed, which I was very happy about, a bookcase for the books I took from the library, a wardrobe for my new dresses and mentioned table with a chair in front of.

The drawings on the table were for a wheelchair I desperately needed, as my spine was broken and I could no longer move my lower body.

Why had broken my spine you ask? Of course it was noone other than my dear fried Risa, hugging my in my sad state after waking up the first time.

I mean, really, how much luck one must have to be injured in such a way that a hug can cause such damages?

Anyway, after recovering for some time and thoroughly punishing my worried mistress and suffering through the humiliation of not being able to hold my body waste in, I was allowed to be carried away from my bed, which was very smelly by then.

Being dismissed from any physical training until my healing, I started to read into crafting and soon after drew the first blueprints for a wheelchair.

The first few tries were impossible to make with the available methods, and the next batch was very uncomfortable and expensive to make, but at that point I had finally finished my first blueprints for a comfortable, adjustable wheelchair that only needed basic crafting methods to produce and was specially designed for winged childs like me who could not make them vanish yet.

The other consequences from the assault were that I was given a free wish. That would have been great, if not for the fact that I was a slave and did not have any humanitarian rights, disregarding the fact that I was no human to begin with. This meant that father decided for me on my wish, which was to forever serve under Risa.

This was only positive for him, as he would have a dependable slave that had no qualms about killing somebody at this age.

In fact, this was not so bad for me too, as I would not have to fear getting sold off to a pervert noble or some sadistic swine, but I was sure with some thought I would have gotten a better deal.

The last effect of the incident was, that I could sometimes sense small traces of mana. After I had told this to my maid who washed me and was tending for me for as long as I could think of, she immediately rushed out calling father.

A little while after I was told by Teacher (Narta, if you don't remember) I understood why she had reacted that way: only people with extreme mana reserves and high affinities were sometimes, under special circumstances, able to perceive mana and those, without exception, forcefully awakened earlier then normal people. I was pretty lucky that I told them beforehand, as most youths did not survive a forceful awakening.

And thus it was decided that I would have my ceremony when I hit the age of 13, around one and a half years from this point on. A little later I would join Risa as her personal Maid in the prestigious royal school founded by the first fallen angel ever.

This would be possible because it was actually quite easy to heal a broken spine, if you had the proper knowledge but any bigger magic cast on young, unawakened people would disrupt their mana flow and cause irreparable damages to body and soul.

Finishing off the last lines on my plans while thinking about the future, I called in my maid to bring those blueprints to the Blackwing-families personal crafters and asked for somebody to bring me outside to lay down on Tora to enjoy fluffynes and sun, and to call Risa and tell her that I 'would be delighted to spend the rest of my day with her'. I had decided on a whim to stop treating her cold and this little gesture would hopefully be enough for her to notice this.

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When I was carried outside by one of the rare butlers of the mansion Risa had already set up her favourite garden table and brought along her tea set she got gifted to her birthday. Fidgeting on her chair she immediately jumped up and ran towards me a bit, then stopped and looked down on her feet, holding her hands behind her back.

After being put on Tora, who made a surprisingly good chair or body pillow due to its broad back, I said:”It's okay, come here.” and spread my arms open towards my nervous friend.

Seeing this she nearly jumped at me but I was fast enough to tell her to be careful so she then closed in slow and hugged me softly starting to cry a bit.

Holding her in my arms and stroking her hair, I was a bit startled and didn't know what to do.

Then she started sobbing:”I...I didn't know if you wouldn't leave me for good.....I'm so sorry....”

Sighting a bit I was like “*shush* it's all good” for a while until she stopped crying.

Then I took her a bit away from me, holding her shoulders and telling her:”I won't leave you, ever. I promise.”

I honestly didn't care THAT much, but she was a very good friend and this was the only method how to calm her down I knew.

And it worked perfectly. Risa soon after stood up and brought me a cup of tea, which was obviously cold, but she reheated it with a bit of her water manipulation and then we had a merry chat until we had to go to bed.

The only two noteworthy things were that I had wet myself (I had no control over it) and Tora was literally pissed, so we had to get a chair for me and get me cleaned, and the other thing was that when we parted Risa gave me a small peck on my cheek. I can just hope that didn't mean much.

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Hi guys

I felt like writing(because I didnt want to learn for school) so I just wrote this chapter (at 11pm)

I didnt write it on paper beforehand or did reread it at all, so I expect it to be of worse quality, but I needed such a small info-dump to bridge over to the next chapters (I can't believe I made >1k words)

if you by any chance tell me that my quality(which isn't that high anyway) did not sink by doing so, I will continue to skip writing on paper (but reread properly....maybe)

I already know what to write for the next 2 chapters, so I hope these will not take that much time to write it down (laaaaaazyyyyyyyyyy..........)

and

@Slaggedfire: I dont think i'll really be so desperate for fans that I would ever spend money for you , but can you by any means explain me why you need a supply of some strange cheese that lasts double your life? I mean, you would not be able to eat it when your dead anyway, and I doubt there is a delivery service that sends stuff to hell

(on a sidenote: when I first read colby jack I immediately thought it was some kind of alcohol, lucky that I checked it up before writing this)

Note about my personality: I hate tragedies, but that does not mean they are not beautiful

It's just that I'm too sensitive about such things that I always end up in a bittersweet mood after watching one or seeing pictures associated with one, and I hate being in such a mood

(Your Lie in April is sooooooo nice, but I will never watch it again, *tears*)