Calestro, in a sudden sprung of strength was launched from his previous location all the way into the wall; Face blushing like crazy.
"What the heck!!?? What Why!?" - He stammered, tightly gripping the wrist of the hand whose fingers intertwined; which was the bandaged right hand with his other one.
"You know..Wanna hear something factual..?"
"..fac..tual..?"
"In the medical corps, just simply intertwining an injured body part... with a medical officer's hand.. it will be healed!"
Calestro stared in disbelief, to which Charlotte's pale lips formed a slight smirk;
"So..Wanna try?"
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"Wanna try..it?" - Charlotte smirked as she leaned in on the flustered Calestro, who had his back planted on the wall.
"Tr..try..n-no..! I..i made a pr-promise..!" - Calestro stammered out, face still flushed.
"Oh come on..!" - Charlotte whined, before her previous smirk returned and she braced herself
to—
"Haa.!"
"..Wo..Woah..!"
—Leap towards Calestro which caught the young man off guard but had managed to roll over to his side and dodge the incoming lass with widened eyes accompanied by a strong blush.
"Wha..what are you doing..!?" - Calestro crawled backwards towards another wall, hand extended out towards a surprised Charlotte with her head tilted slightly to her side.
"Hey.. aren't you a man..?"
- Charlotte raised a brow. "Why..are you avoiding me..then?"
"Oh..Ah..Eh.." - The young man's eyes darted everywhere as he scrambled his overheating brain for a plausible response. - "I..I made a pro-promise..to..to..someone..I-I care about..!" - Calestro stutteringly replied
After the young man had uttered out a response, his words upon entering the ears of the dumbfounded Charlotte caused a wide-scale inquisition to occur inside of her head.
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"Promised..Someone Important..!!?" - Charlotte yelled inside of her head.
- Charlotte's face devolved into that of a shock mixed in with a little bit of appalment, realization, and a tinge of dorkiness.
"Does that mean..he's married..!?" - "No..He's engaged..!" - "I have no hope..!" - "What was I expecting.." - "Figures..! Way to go Dumb Charlotte..!" - "makes sense.. Charlotte you sultrous..!!(censored.)" - "I..! charmed a loyal man..!!" - "I'm the worst...!!"
- The young, golden-haired lass began to scratch and trash her hair as she came into the realization, before suddenly, an imaginary light bulb flickered above her head causing her to abruptly halt and look over to the dazed Calestro, seemingly spacing out as he gazed to his side.
- "..No..! Wait..!!" - She internally exclaimed.
"He said someone important..!" - "That..someone is not a girl..!" - "It could be a man..!" - "then.. is he perhaps..into men..!?" - "No..No..No! it might just be; afather-amentor-amaster-ateacher..!" - "but what if no..!! waa..!!" - "Nonono!! He's already...! someone's..!! No!!" - "Please..!! don't be a woman..!"
- Then she paused for a moment.
"but..what if it really is a woman.."
"a lass.." - "a girl.." - "a lady.." - "prettier..than me.."
- Charlotte began to once again repeatedly trash her crisp-golden hair, which despite all of the chaos; still remained.. somewhat stunning. No..
The silky strands emanating from her scalp all the way towards her waist that were once a fixed straight line now "trashed" into a slightly-curly noodle that made her transition from a mere medical officer healing wounds to a princess capable of healing hearts..!
"No..!!!"
- Charlotte exclaimed, head filled with the notion that she looks absolutely trashy in front of the boy she feels something that she can't quite name for.
Then, she glanced at him. His facial features, his countenance all glistening to her vision as if resembling that of an exquisitely-polished statue crafted from the finest marble there is, she marvelled at his jaw, at his clean countenance, those sharp amber-coloured eyes and his slightly-curly jet-black hair that hanged with bangs therefore enhancing his aesthetic appeal..!
"...You.."
Charlotte felt her heart speeding up as she continued to stare. Unsure whether to stop and diagnose herself with a palpitation or continue basking in such an unknown, yet pleasant eyedrop.
"..Why are you so..dreamy..why that girl.."
Meanwhile, contrasting the view of the young lass towards the young man. Calestro laid there, thinking about his "promised person."
"..Promise it to me instead.. dummy."
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"Haustor..! I made a promise with you..!" - The young man's head flashed with a set of distinct sceneries depicting a young boy and a middle-aged man with a beard; standing with groceries hanging over their fingertips as they watched a parade that depicted an array of stunning girls parading in princess-like outfits, surrounded by a group of armoured individuals.
"wow..so pretti.." - The young boy whispered inside of his head, causing the middle-aged man's forehead beside him to pulsate a vein.
"Hey. You Kid." - The middle-aged man leaned in, causing the young boy to look over to him with wide, innocent, child-like eyes. "eh..?"
"Don't you fucking dare, got it." - The middle-aged man, with his face just a few good inches away from the young boy's; consisted of expanded eyes, a little shadow obscuring his countenance as he whispered out a cold, chilling reply, tonality low; resulting on the young boy flinching before being overriden with sweat.
"Hie..Hieekk...!!!!" - The young boy yelped out.
—
"Hey kid, you better not mess with ladies."
"eh..? what is a laydee..?"
The middle-aged man glanced over to the young boy as he continued to stir a pot, his; a big casserole contrasting the play-pretend toy pot of the young boy.
—
"Kid. A girl's heart is pure, if she gives it to you. Treasure her."
"Trea..shoore..? What is that..?"
The middle-aged man paused then a side of his beard slightly rose up; indicating a concealed smile before he lifted his hand to pat the head of the boy.
"You'll learn once you get older. For now..
GET FISHING!"
"O..OKAY..!"
"SORRY!?"
"AYE AYE SIRE..!"
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"Cale. The best kind of girl is a simple girl; she just wants to love someone, and be loved by someone."
"CLOSE THE DOOR, HAUSTOR..!!"
The middle-aged man then pulled the doorknob before shutting the door.
"Why so fiesty..I'm just reminding you."
"WHILE I'M IN THE SHOWER..!? SERIOUSLY!?"
—
"Cale... You—"
"I get it I get it. Stop. Take care of a lady, love her, don't play with her emotions."
"WhA? I was just about to ask ya about the food!"
"Food..?"
*Pinggg....* - Then a high-pitched, somewhat pressurized noise intensified inside of the kitchen.
"..?"
*BOOM!!!!!!!* -
"CALESTRO YOU SON OF A (censored.)"
"YOU (beep.) (censored.) (redacted.) BURNING THE EATERY DOWN...!?"
"I'M SORRY..!!"
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"Haustor..!! I'm fulfilling it..!" - Calestro calmly closed his eyes before diverting them back towards the dumbfounded, dork-like countenance of a frozen Charlotte.
"I must..tell her..!" - The young man, then with a steeled expression stood up before walking over towards Charlotte who gazed up at him.
- Meanwhile, the two onlookers who stayed hidden behind a wooden window frame; had been fuming with steam for a while now by just watching the two interact with one another.
Layla; whose eyes began to swirl while her cheeks continued to overheat further and further.
Mila; wheezed out a blow of steam out of her ears for every breath resembling that of a steam locomotive as she covered her face with her palms, though her eyes peeked through the opening created by her slender fingers.
"Oh..Oh..!! He..He's gonna...!!"
- Mila silently squeaked out as he saw the young man stand up before approaching the sitting Charlotte.
"..His eyes..they..they..look so fierce...!!" - Layla nasally whispered, exhaling scorching breaths through her mouth.
"Oh no..!! Sis. Layla..! He's gonna (censored.) (beep.) Miss Charlotte..! I'm so—"
- Mila buried her deeply flushed face in between her hands while Layla continued to intensely stare.
"je..jealo—offended..!" - Mila squeaked out.
"Sto.."
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"Miss..Charlotte.. I.." - The clueless lass stared at the young man as he clenched his fists while looking straight down at her.
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"..It..its happening..!" - Mila stammered, "I..I can't watch..!"
"Sto.."
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"Miss Charlotte.. I wan—"
"STOPPPPPPPP!!!"
- Layla screamed, before crawling through the glassless window and immediately falling straight to the floor with Mila landing on top of her.
"Owiee.." - Layla scratched her head before she took notice of the two wide-eyed individuals looking at her; "You..You Two..!!" - The girl then quickly stood up, and with a blush on her countenance; she pointed.
"You were about to do something In-In-In-Indecent weren't you..!?"
- The young man paused, pondering for a few moments before;
"In..Een..diesent..?" - He then tilted his head;
"What..is that..?"
"Kieee...!! Don't lie to me..! I kno—"
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"Hey make way!" - "Me-medical division..!"
"What is that..!" - "..He..Hey..! You gotta be joking!"
"..Is that..!!" - "I'm..sure that is..!!" - "Se-seriously..!"
-
A set of distinct numerous voices began to emanate through the air that varied from; either the suppressed deep-voice appalment of men or the high-pitch yelps of women that differed in tonality, yet blending together into a singular surprised cacophony.
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"What is that..?"
- Charlotte muttered, before a still blushing Layla and a now fifty-percent serious Mila tiptoed and glanced out the window.
"...?"
"Eek!"
"Kya!" - Upon seeing the sight; they squirmed.
The blush that was once prevalent on their faces have abruptly disappeared and was replaced by a hand covering the mouth which was caused by a brutal surprise.
Seeing such a reaction, Charlotte hastily stood up before heading towards the window frame. Her once light-filled irises slowly dissipating as it quickly widened.
"..hey..?" - Calestro muttered before also heading towards the frame to look.
"..!?"
"Hey..Isn't she a new recruit in the Medical Division..?" - "Yeah..! why was she tasked with something horrific as that?" - "that's..messed up..!" - "What was the medical division thinking..!?" - "Why did they go.."
The sight consisted of a pair of lean Militias, carrying a stretcher where an unconscious, battered, bloody, armourless Hamilvan laid on. His clothes were in absolute tatters with only a few covering his private regions.
Beside the stretcher there walked a lass; an armoured lass with a spotless, white robe cradled atop her shoulders while a sour expression was present on her countenance;
"..." - She slightly lowered her head as on her arms there sat a bag of heavy-duty tools mainly used for hammering, sawing and plucking bathing in a crimson-colouration.
"Ye..Yenna..?"
"..Why..why is she..?"
"..Did..Did Miss Foryan order this..?"
The three whispered, gaze fixated on the armoured lass and the bloody bag that she is carrying.
"No..No..It can't be.." - Layla trailed off, eyes landing on the red-coloured freckles embedded on her armour, gloves and even on the white robe.
"..." - the young man stared in silence, his eyes accurately expressing the amount of terror he is currently feeling.
"..Yen..Yenna.."
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Then, a relatively fresh memory flashed inside of his mind. Depicting his head cradled atop the lap of the same armoured lass, with her gloved hand softly slapping his cheeks while squeaking out;
"Mister..Mister..Mister..!"
Another, where he saw her smile so purely. Putting even the canopy of the rising sun into a shade of obscurity.
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His mind and heart clashed together, the other protesting for what he felt during the encounter; which was that warm, fuzzy swirl that healed the weight of his soul when he saw such a smile repelled by the terror-filled realization that were presented in its full form in front of his eyes.
- Then, amidst this chaotic argument;
Calestro, internally whispered.
"Ye..Yenna.."
"Is..this what..you are..really....?"