Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
In a flash, Kyfayar had been at Augusta’s house for nearly a week. These days, under the guidance of Quentina’s exclusive recipes, he had made great progress in his cooking. Even Augusta, who had always been stingy with praise, praised his craft once or twice, which made Kyfayar dizzy with happiness. If Augusta hadn’t forbidden him to come up and lick him, he would have licked all over the magician’s face.
Early in the morning, Kyfayar was leisurely preparing breakfast when he pricked up his ears on hearing a sharp ‘thump’ on the stairs. It must be Lord Augusta waking up. Kyfayar came out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.
“Good morning, Lord Augusta,” said the energetic young werewolf. “Breakfast will be ready soon. First of all… who are you?”
A strange man jumped down the stairs in a panic. He was wearing a well-pressed shirt, grey trousers, and a green tie around his neck, which was not yet fastened. He had short dark brown hair which was waxed and combed into a rather fashionable style. His thin face was clean, his facial features were straight, and he had a bookish air. His lips closed in a thin arc, and his emerald green eyes moved restlessly.
“Kyfayar,” the stranger called out the werewolf youth’s name. “I have a black windbreaker that was put in the living room last night, but I can’t find it today. Do you know where it went?”
Kyfayar stared at the man, and it took a while for his brain to work, like a river that was frozen all winter and finally melted in spring. The man’s voice was very familiar. Kyfayar heard it every day, and it was impossible to hear it wrong.
“Lord Augusta?” asked the young werewolf tentatively.
The brown-haired man frowned, “Have you lost your memory? Is the memory of a werewolf like a goldfish, only lasting seven days?”
“No, no, no! I just… I… I didn’t recognize you for a moment!” Kyfayar stammered.
He was indeed Lord Augusta! Kyfayar couldn’t recognize him! Ever since Kyfayar first saw Augusta, the magician had always been disheveled, either in wrinkled pajamas or in a black robe, with his hair as messy as a bird’s nest, and with a beard as if he hadn’t shaved in a month. However, the present Lord Augusta was so clean and tidy that he was like a totally new person like he was going to attend a wedding. Was today an important day?
“I hung that windbreaker in the closet.” Kyfayar’s eyes stuck to Augusta and couldn’t leave.
“That’s what I’m going to wear today. Why did you hang it back up?” The magician complained and tied his tie awkwardly.
“I’ll bring it out for you now…” Kyfayar said that but his legs were not willing to move. He wanted to see such an Augusta for a little longer, even if it was only for one more second.
“Hurry up!” Augusta urged.
Kyfayar moved reluctantly and went to Augusta’s closet to take out the windbreaker. The windbreaker was originally covered with dust and it seemed that Augusta didn’t usually wear it. It was quite a retro look, but, at the moment, retro was popular, and magicians loved it. Kyfayar placed the windbreaker on his arm and rushed back to the kitchen like a rabbit. Augusta adjusted his tie. Kyfayar helped him put on his windbreaker and watched the magician carefully straighten his collar and cuffs.
“Why are you here?” Augusta looked at Kyfayar who was standing on the spot with a little impatience, “Go and prepare breakfast!”
“Ah! Yes!” Kyfayar regained his mind and thought of the food in the kitchen pan. He hurried back to the kitchen and saved the food which was on the brink of getting burnt. Augusta was already at the table.
“Yes, sir.” Kyfayar put down the cutlery, tucked his hands into his apron, and nervously grabbed the cloth.
Augusta squinted at him, “Your expression is so strange, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing, just… I’m very curious. Your clothes are so grand today. Is there anything important happening?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.” Augusta spread a napkin on his lap. “My friend Liliana is coming to visit today — she comes once a week — so I took care of myself a little bit.”
‘A little bit!’ He used the words ‘a little bit’! This was not ‘a little bit’! It’s a lot of hard work and elaborate dressing up! Even if Lord Cavaldien arrived, I’m afraid he wouldn’t get such serious treatment! The witch must have a lot to do with Augusta. Otherwise, why should he attach so much importance to her?
“Sir, this miss Lilianna belongs to you? Like a… a girlfriend?” When he said the word ‘girlfriend,’ Kyfayar tasted a bitter note in his mouth. Lord Augusta had a lover. It was not surprising if he thought about it carefully. But when he heard the news, why did he feel disappointed?
To his surprise, Augusta snorted from his nose, “Girlfriend? Her? What a joke! I’d be crazy to fall in love with her! We are just friends!” He turned to Kyfayar, “What’s wrong with you? Your expression is so strange. It’s like you have just won the lottery prize of ten million yuan.”
Lord Augusta said they were not lovers! Kyfayar felt as if there was a volcano ready to go off in his heart. The magma was about to gush out!
“It’s nothing!” Kyfayar puffed out his chest and tried to look as if nothing had happened. Augusta lowered his head for breakfast. But if he paid a little attention, he would have seen that the body of the young werewolf was shaking with excitement.
“But if she’s not a lover, why did you take so long…” Kyfayar wanted to say ‘dressing up’, but he swallowed the words back and said, “getting ready?”
“Lilianna comes to see me every time and she’s always dressed up. I can’t see her in a mess, can I? How impolite is that? What’s more, we may have to go out, that is, for a social occasion. I can’t leave like that.”
“Go out?” Kyfayar exclaimed, “Are you going out?”
“What? Can’t I go out?”
“No, I-I mean, since I came to your house, the only time I saw you go out was for the barbecue in the courtyard. Otherwise, you don’t go out. Miss Quentina said that you are more ‘dead’ than vampires, so I was shocked to hear that you are going out.”
Augusta gave him a scoff, “Do you think I’m a ghost who can only wander around the house? Of course, I go out and have dinner with my friends occasionally. But it’s possible I will not go out today. Lilianna will bring food, so you don’t have to cook today.”
“Okay.” Kyfayar walked around the magician, rubbing his hands.
“Why are you going around me like a big green fly in May?” Augusta dropped the spoon. “What else?”
“That… Are you and miss Lilianna really not lovers? Is it possible that you just didn’t notice it?”
“What didn’t I notice?”
“Listening to your description, the relationship between you and that lady is really extraordinary! She visits you every week, brings you food, or goes out on a date with you. It’s strange that you treat her so seriously if you are not lovers…”
Augusta looked strangely at Kyfayar, “It’s called being friends.”
“… There is no such this as friends.”
“Last Valentine’s day, we both bought singles tickets at the cinema. What do you think this is?”
“Good.” Augusta nodded. After a moment, he shook his head again. “You must have very few friends. Poor child.” He said sympathetically.
“But…” Kyfayar still had doubts.
The magician interrupted, “Besides, I don’t like women at all.”
The volcano in Kyfayar’s heart erupted. The magma filled his body and limbs in an instant, making him almost as hot as the steam that spewed out into the sky from trains.
“Don’t like women means…”
“I like men.” Augusta calmly replied, “Your face is so red. Do you feel embarrassed by this kind of thing?” He raised a hand to touch Kyfayar.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” Kyfayar dodged him, covered his face, and ran back to the kitchen screaming.
Augusta’s hand was suspended in the air, while he made a long “Er —” sound.
“What’s wrong with the werewolf today? Such a strange reaction.” The magician thought, and then he slapped his thigh, “Ah! It’s because spring is here! Animals will go into heat in spring. He must miss women. No wonder he is so concerned about whether I have a girlfriend. It must be, that’s right!” He nodded to himself, very proud of his reasoning ability.