Confessions of the Magpie Wizard Book 3: Dissolution (Chapter 70, 71 & 72)

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Chapter 70

I’ll spare you the other details of our plans for the War Games. I don’t remember them well, besides that they showed Hiro’s love for flanking attacks. He’d have been a fine cavalryman in the age when soldiers rode on horseback.

I slipped off after class. I had nailed down most of the details of my scheme, but there were two major obstacles who could scupper the whole plan. One was Maggie herself, but I couldn’t very well do much about that. I thought I knew the impulsive woman well enough to guess her reaction when I sprang things on her, but there was always the chance she could surprise me.

The other threat, though, was more within my power to deal with. I needed Mrs. Perera’s approval and cooperation for a key component of my setup, so I couldn’t sideswipe her with it like I could Maggie.

So it was that I strode into room 2-C with a smile on my face and a few leftover cookies in my bag. I had frozen them, hoping to keep them fresh until the right moment. A few seconds in the microwave had them smelling fresh baked, and I set them on the edge of her desk.

“Mrs. Perera! You’re looking especially lovely today. Do you have a moment?”

The wizened teacher looked up from her work, which looked to me like the exam papers from the week before. She flipped up her glasses, her warm smile missing a few teeth. “I always have time for you. It’s my business, after all. Speaking of, is this school business or you-know-what business?”

“You-know-what business,” I replied.

The world outside warped for a moment, before coming to a complete halt. Without waiting, Mrs. Perera grabbed one of the sugar cookies and it vanished so quickly that it almost seemed magical. “Tastes like that pacifist’s work,” she said.

“Observant as always, ma’am.”

Her heavy-lidded gaze was a reproach in itself. “Alright, you’re really trying to butter me up. How bad is it?”

“I wouldn’t call it bad, exactly. It simply requires a bit of discretion.”

Her expression didn’t change. I had to resist flinching away from her. “I was a founding member of the Holy Brotherhood and haven’t been caught in fifteen years. I think I can keep a secret.”

“Wait, fifteen years? But the Holy Brotherhood was only declared a terrorist organization this year.”

She smirked at me. “We’ve never been popular. I like to set policy in the shadows. It’s dangerous being the face of anything.”

I sat on the desk and slid over. “Your wisdom is only matched by your beauty. I-”

She slammed her fist on the table. “Quit stalling and spit it out!”

I gulped. “Alright. The attack is Saturday.”

Her eyebrow raised. “Oh, is it? Funny, I thought we agreed with Holy Sister Shrike that we weren’t moving until the next school year was in full swing.”

“If I can speak frankly?”

“Of course.”

“I think Ms. Edwards’ judgement is compromised. She’s being too cautious after what happened to Brother Magpie.”

Mrs. Perera’s cackle echoed through the ball of slowed time. “You mean after you happened to Brother Magpie.”

I ignored the pang of regret. “Yes, after he didn’t give me much of a choice. He was a disagreeable little worm.”

“He was Maggie’s type, though. Dumb and loyal. Makes me wonder why she seems fond of you.” She leaned in, whispering. “You aren’t banging her, are you?”

“Perish the thought,” I replied.

She straightened back up, nodding for emphasis. “Good, good. Keep your business and pleasure separate.”

“Seems Maggie and Maus are the only Holy Brothers who didn’t get that memo,” I replied. “It’s why I can see that she’s leaving a prime opportunity on the table. The whole scheme relies on being able to capture the whole student body at once, right? We know that all of the classes will be having their war games at the same time this weekend. What’s to say they don’t start staggering the schedule next year? What if the Anti-Demonic League forces the Headmaster to switch back to using practice spells and to stop wasting magical energy on his Peace Bond? We know it can work on Saturday. We may not have another chance.”

Mrs. Perera didn’t respond right away. She snapped up the last cookie, nibbling thoughtfully as she paced back and forth. “Why aren’t you having this conversation with the leader of our cell?”

“Because she needs to either think it’s her idea, or she needs to be trapped in it. I tried the former, so I’m resorting to the latter. Besides, you might have the most important part to play in my plan.”

She reached out her hand, runes snapping into place. “To me.” Her cane flew into her hand. I had seen Tachibana cast the spell before; I wondered if they reserved that trick for second year.

“Why do you want to move things up? You’re awfully gung-ho about this.”

I had anticipated her being suspicious. Probably how she stayed undetected all those years. “Did she tell you about my background? My true background?”

I felt her eyes drilling into me. “Reformed demonkin? Yes.”

Slumping my shoulders, I tried to look as penitent as I could. “We are a small band against a school of wizards. I have much to make up for, and I don’t want to let the opportunity slip by.”

Mrs. Perera closed her eyes, letting out a long breath. Her outline blurred, and I realized that she had sped up her own little pocket of time without dropping her control of mine. I was only glad that the Enemy had wasted such a horrifying talent on that old crone.

I felt a hand brush across my ass, which told me that she wasn’t taking things too seriously. She came back into easy view a few feet from where I had last seen her.

“And you call Maggie impulsive,” I grumbled. Something else I wouldn’t miss back in Pandemonium.

“It’s the toll,” she said. “Alright, Soren. I’ll go along with it. I’m not sure how much longer I can keep teaching. Not as spry as I used to be. I want to live to see an Anti-Demonic League that is willing to take the Horde seriously.”

“If you retire, you could devote yourself to the Brotherhood completely,” I offered.

The sharp slam of her cane against the ground made me flinch. “No! If I can’t teach, I’m a waste of resources, and I’ll free them up for the next generation. I’ve lived long enough; if I wasn’t a wizard, I’d have done it ages ago.”

That gave me pause. A radical who was actually consistent with her creed? It was almost refreshing. “You won’t regret this.”

“You’d better hope so,” she replied. “Alright, what do you need me to do?”

“Tell me,” I said, waving my hand at the bubble of distorted time that surrounded us. “Can you do your trick in reverse? Make time in a certain area run more slowly than outside of it?”

She didn’t need to snort so derisively. “Child’s play. Why?”

A grin spread across my lips. “I need you to waste somebody’s time. Also, you have something else I’ll need to borrow.” All of that time spent knitting was about to pay off.

Chapter 71

I’ll give Holy Sister Macaw this much: once she was on board, she was on board. She had nearly talked my ear off for a relative hour, going over this and that minor detail I had overlooked. I wondered if she napped so much because she was storing her energy for important moments like these.

On my way out of Mrs. Perera’s room, I was surprised to hear a familiar, overly cheerful voice behind me. “Oh, Magpie! Fancy running into you here.”

I started. Sure, Maggie and Mrs. Perera held class on the same floor, but just how late had Maggie stayed grading? I had expected to be alone that late in the evening.

A glance at a clock solved the mystery. It only seemed like I had been held up for hours by the diminutive Brazilian; barely fifteen minutes had passed for everyone else.

“Good evening, Ms. Edwards.” If she was going to pretend to be a chipper teacher, I’d play the polite student. “You seem to be in good spirits tonight.”

She waved me over. “No sense having our chat in the hallway. Come into my room. I’ll put on some tea.”

My stomach grumbled, convinced that I had skipped dinner completely. “I’d love to, but I’m expected elsewhere.”

By the Dark Lord, what a scowl. So much for her teacherly mask! “I have to insist. I was hoping to have a chat with you anyway.”

I sighed internally as she vanished into class 2-C. “Maggie, can I ask you a question before we start?”

“Anything for you, little Magpie.” She sat on the edge of her desk, her pencil skirt shifting dangerously high up her shapely legs. It was on purpose, no doubt.

I pointed at a wall covered in kitten posters and saccharine sentiments. “Why do you decorate your room like this? I feel like I’m about to get diabetes every time I come in here.”

She blinked twice, pursing her lips. “I can’t say I thought about it too deeply. When I walk into Asahi’s room, all I can think about is battle and warfare. I’d just rather look at something calming and encouraging.”

“And the fact that it fits the happy-go-lucky teacher you pretend to be doesn’t hurt.”

Her flinch told me I’d struck close to home. “I didn’t used to pretend. I always thought I was an optimist, until Madagascar.”

I felt my mouth tighten. “Reality tends to have the final vote.”

“Yes, it does. That isn’t why I wanted to talk with you. Do you know what today is?”

I searched my memory, trying to think of what she was after. I couldn’t think of any major holiday or event.

“The last day of August?” I ventured.

She shook her head. “This would have been Soren Marlowe’s birthday. The real one.”

“Then why the devil would you want me here?” I asked. Had this been a trap? For all I knew, she was about to use her affinity to send a spear of glass right through my heart. My Mimic Sight caught no flicker of magic in her body, though.

“Because you’re the only one who knows what he was to me,” she replied. “There’s no grave to visit. No urn of ashes. The Horde took that from me too. He needs somebody to remember him.”

“Is there possibly anybody else?” Please?

She shook her head again. “His family’s gone, as far as I can tell.” Maggie’s humorless laugh felt like a slap to the face. “You can relax, you faker. You’re the closest he has to a legacy. I figure if you’re going to wear his name, you should know about him.”

I already did; I had slain him, after all. Specifically, either I or one of the orcs or goblins under my hand had gotten ahold of him when we burnt down the English school of magic to the ground. If my memory hadn’t deceived me, he hadn’t fought well. If he was lucky, it was a goblin. The spindly little things don’t like fighting much. They try to put down humans quickly. Orcs revel in violence for its own sake.

I was tempted to leave right then and there. I only had to keep Maggie happy through Saturday. She could stand to be cross with me. Soon enough, she wouldn’t be my problem.

I stayed, though. Maybe it was guilt at plotting behind her back. Perhaps it was curiosity about my namesake. I think it was the realization that I wouldn’t have too many more conversations with a real human being when I went home. Maggie was oddly sincere, after a fashion. That would be rare in Pandemonium.

“Alright, I’m listening.”

Maggie stood, holding her hands behind her back and she began to pace. In a rare moment, the pretense of the seductress faded away. It’s not that her form changed, and her curvaceous body was still in a button-up blouse a size too small for comfort. Still, she wasn’t moving for maximum effect. She didn’t want my gaze; she wanted my attention.

“Soren Marlowe was a young man whose mother came over to London when Denmark fell,” she said. “She married a fisherman who was never home for long, so English was his second language. Even when he got to the school, he had a little bit of an accent.” She smiled warmly, for a moment reminding me of Mariko’s motherly aura. “He was so lost at Merlin. It took him a few days to memorize his schedule. When he was confused, he had the most thoughtfully vacant look in his eyes. Like the wheels were spinning, but not making any traction.”

“And you decided he was your type, eh?”

“He needed me,” she replied. “You’re nothing like him. He was a sweet boy, and it always felt like I was seeing something for the first time when I was with him. It was so distracting the way his eyes lit up when I demonstrated a spell. He wanted to rush and try it out himself. He usually failed, but he never gave up. He was always so adorable.”

I squirmed where I stood. By the Dark Lord, it sounded like my own lo- affection for Kiyo. “It sounds like you truly cared for him.”

Her blue eyes narrowed. “You just had to steal his name. Of all of the students at Merlin, you couldn’t have been that scoundrel Richard Comer, or one of the beige little nothings like Tom Brown. You had to show up in school wearing his name. I actually got my hopes up when they told me you were transferring in. It seemed impossible, but why would the headmaster lie about that? There you were, talking with those girls. They called you Soren and it struck me all at once that Soren Marlowe wasn’t running late.”

“You were cross with me from the start,” I said.

Fire burned her eyes as she strode over, her heels clacking as she went. Her slender finger poked the end of my nose. “Cross? I was livid. I could have saved us all a lot of trouble if I had just exposed you right then!”

“You could have,” I conceded. I took a step back, adjusting my collar. “You’ll understand if you’re glad you didn’t. Now, are we here to celebrate the old Soren, or to tear down the new? I’ll leave if it’s just the latter.”

She shrank back. “No, wait.” She smirked at me. “He wouldn’t have had it in him to talk back, either.”

“Let’s be honest, my dear,” I said. “It sounds like you wouldn’t have liked him if he had.”

She didn’t respond right away.

“The truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

She walked over, looking me nearly in the eye. She was a tall woman, and her heels helped even more. “You really love pushing my buttons, don’t you?”

“Just as you love pushing mine,” I replied.

Her laugh was genuine. “You’re an enormous tease.”

“So I’m told.”

“If this wasn’t his day, I might try to make you forget that Jones girl.” She leaned in, delivering a chaste kiss on the cheek. An intoxicating cherry scent filled my nostrils, and her eyes sparkled with desire. Perhaps I had been wrong before; maybe the blouse was two sizes too small. Her buttons strained as she breathed in, struggling to contain the treasures within. I almost considered…

No. I’d hold out. I owed Kiyo that much.

I stepped back, though more reluctantly than I would have thought. “Will that be all, ma’am?”

“No, that’s it. I thought you should know. It’s funny, I would have lost my job if they suspected. He was a grown man, but they treat you all like children. But, if I hadn’t loved him, there would be nobody to mourn him.”

Was I feeling sympathy for her, after all the distress she had caused me? I really had gone too human! “It’s a strange, twisted world.”

Like a balloon being inflated, Maggie’s drive reentered her body. Soon, the seductress was back. “Good luck on Saturday. You’re going to have some stiff competition in the Grand Melee, so don’t expect to win.”

I barked a harsh laugh. “You could at least try to have some faith in me!”

She shrugged. “I call them like I see them. Maybe you’ll surprise me?”

“Oh, I promise I will,” I said. I beat a hasty retreat after that. I didn’t want to let my sly grin give the whole game away.

Chapter 72

Nagoya, Japan

Saturday, September 3rd, 2050

I awoke earlier than normal. I beat my alarm by a good hour. It must have been a case of nerves.

Just as well. I had no time to waste. I gathered up my important belongings into a duffel bag: m journals in demonic script, which were my proof that I hadn’t just been “chasing co-eds” like Fera thought, my civilian clothes, and a few choice bits from my pile of pilfered goods. Mixed in with loose pens and buttons were coins, batteries, random snacks, and other mundane items I might find useful. At least my kleptomania could pay its rent sometimes.

I stopped short when I came upon my GoSato. I wavered on whether that should go in the bag or not. It wasn’t like there was regular electrical service back home, though I could probably figure out magic to charge it with the proper voltage. It was more that I couldn’t glance at it without thinking of Kiyo, and I knew she was about to become a regretful memory.

Ultimately, I decided to bring it with me. I could always dispose of it later if I changed my mind, and I could find a hundred bored noblemen in Pandemonium who would pay good coin for a working game console. The black scarf with the white and black trim Kiyo had made me, though? That I had to admit only had sentimental value, but into the pack it went.

Once my escape supplies were packed, it was time to get my other gear in order. First was Ratte’s communication fabricata, as well as a demonic unit from Dante. Fortunately for me, they were compact and had an entirely different feel in my pocket. I wouldn’t want to get those mixed up!

Maggie’s disguise wand and a few SD cards went in my deepest pocket. Hours of looking at self-impressed men on SatoGram had finally paid off. I could look like the good Nurse Kazushi, the vain Indonesian accountant, or a Hawaiian surfer as the situation demanded. The Nurse was the most complete disguise, since her SD card included the voice samples, but she was a layperson of the Holy Brotherhood. She might be the target of a dragnet, so I wasn’t eager to wear her form, even ignoring the gender bender aspect of the disguise.

A few other weapons that had “wandered off” in the course of my training found themselves on my person: a backup dagger strapped to my ankle, a set of fabricata brass knuckles, and a handful of fabricata bullets from the times I had gone shooting with Kiyo. The security around the training weapons was surprisingly lax; it just required some sleight of hand and misdirection. I had no gun to fire the bullets with, but experience had taught me they could store a spell and make decent magical grenades in a pinch. Hopefully I could save one for the trip home; the boys in Research and Development would love to inspect an intact magical bullet.

I stashed my bag in the back of a janitor’s closet on the bottom floor behind an unopened box of toilet paper. Next up was to swap my flawed fabricata circuit board into the Peace Bond Mk. II. It was still fifteen minutes before my normal wakeup time, so I expected to have the headmaster’s workshop to myself.

“Good morning, Mr. Marlowe,” said a startled Tachibana. “What brings you here without knocking?” The corpulent man was still dressed in a bathrobe and pajamas, though he still wore his signature bowler hat. I had wondered before, but he was clearly bald. He was fiddling with the Peace Bond transmitter. Leave it to a tinkerer to want to make tweaks the day of the bloody main event!

I bowed respectfully, slipping the board back into my pocket. “Good morning to you too, sir. I was hoping I could have a word with you.”

“Of course,” he said, smiling broadly. “What’s on your mind?”

What was on my mind? I improvised quickly. “It’s a case of nerves. I was hoping to get some words of encouragement before the War Games, and you’re the only one I know to be up so early on a Saturday.”

Setting aside his tools, he stood and made his way over. “Of course. Can I get you some tea?”

“That sounds lovely, actually.”

The cup of steaming green brew he handed me tasted so sweet that I nearly gagged. The mystery of his weight problem became a tad less mysterious. Oh, well. I sipped it down. One does what one must for manners’ sake.

He sat back down again, his poor stool protesting under the weight. “Nerves, is it?”

“I’m not worried so much for myself,” I said, perhaps being a bit more honest than I ought to have. Headmaster Tachibana had an openness that made him easy to confide in. I supposed that’s what made him a halfway decent teacher. “I’m worried that I’m about to let an awful lot of people down. My entire future hinges on today, and I’m worried I won’t be able to live up to what’s expected of me.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Soren! This isn’t a real battle. The worst that can happen today is that your team places poorly and you stay in remedial classes.”

If only. “You’re right, sir.”

“I remember what it’s like to be your age,” he said. “I didn’t like losing either. I guarantee that overthinking things and getting yourself tied up in knots is will not help your performance.”

“You’re right, sir. I just need to focus on my duty.”

“Exactly. If it makes you feel better, I slept like a baby last night. I don’t have a worry in the world. Do you know why?”

Well, wasn’t that bloody wonderful for him! “No, sir. Why?”

“It’s thanks to you and Ms. Jones. All of the testing we did on the Peace Bond Mk. II guarantees that nobody is going to die or be hurt today.”

I’m not sure how I kept a straight face, but I did. I nodded, forcing something like a relieved smile to my lips. “Yes, that is a relief.”

Finishing off the sugary slop he called his morning tea, the headmaster hopped onto his feet. “Well, as long as you’re here, could you give me a hand? I need to get the transmitters and magical batteries up to the roof of the Tower, and you could save me a few trips.”

He was giving me easy access to the Peace Bond? Our Father Below does come through sometimes. “Of course, sir. Always a pleasure to help you out.”

It turned out to take eight trips, all told. The Peace Bond transmitter was the easy part. Hauling the two dozen batteries, each the width of my arm and made of dense metals, gave me quite the workout.

He nearly gave me a heart attack as we lined up the first load of batteries in the tower’s main hallway. “I believe there’s a cart in the janitor’s closet. That should make it easier to haul these to the elevator.”

“Let me, sir!” I might have been too eager after hauling a stack of batteries over, but I knew my luck. He’d somehow find a way to stumble upon my emergency pack.

He was right about the cart, though. We couldn’t use it on the grassy lawn leading to his workshop, but it made the second leg of the journey much simpler. Unfortunately, the elevator only reached the penultimate floor. We still had to make the last leg of the journey on foot, and since I was in the possession of two working legs, I ended up being the brawn while he wired the contraption together.

“Oh my,” said Headmaster Tachibana on our first trip up the stairs. “Someone seems to have left the door unlocked.”

“Do you think delinquents have been hanging out up here?” I knew the answer, of course. Delinquents like Kiyo and I, the day I’d ended Haru’s miserable life.

“Probably. I will have to let maintenance take care of it on Monday.”

I wiped the sweat from my brow as I hefted the last of the fabricata batteries into place. The whole lot of them positively stank of Rose’s lavender scent, and I had to stifle a sneeze. I hadn’t noticed them having a scent when they were inert before, but then I hadn’t been up close and personal with so many at once. “Do we need quite so many of them?”

“It may be slightly overkill,” he responded, sitting in the center of a center of the roof paved with gravel. “Think of it like this, though. We have hundreds of students who will be using the Peace Bond simultaneously in the midst of intense fights. Would you want to risk somebody’s shield running out at the wrong moment?”

I winced, my mind running back again to Kiyo’s tumble down the mountain. “Your point is well made, sir. It’s astounding that one transmitter can manage the whole student body.”

“That’s the beauty of blending magic and technology,” he said, busily tying rune-covered wires together. “As long as it had sufficient magical energy and everybody had a uniform with a unique identifier, we could shield eight thousand students at once.”

“Eight thousand…” Bloody Hell, Tachibana couldn’t die soon enough! The military applications for that sort of long-range defense were blatantly obvious. And to think the Wizard Corps told him it was a waste of time! Maggie and the rest had a point about their government.

I shook my head, clearing away my shock. I could be flabbergasted later. “Is it on now?”

“Not until we complete the magical circuit.” He hunkered down, just avoiding hitting his head on the transmitter’s large dish. He pointed to a metal plug at the base of the device, which led back to a rat’s nest of wires coming from the stacked batteries. “Once that connection gets made, the Peace Bond will run until we unplug it again or it runs out of power.”

“Fascinating.” I shivered as a breeze blew across my forehead. Being on the roof gave me flashbacks to when Maggie had interrupted Kiyo and I during a romantic interlude, and the powerful winds that had buffeted us. It was early yet, but by the evening the gusts of wind had been so noisy that we could barely talk right next to each other.

I managed to stop myself from exposing that I had been to the roof before. Instead, I said, “Aren’t there powerful winds up here? What if something knocks the devices over?” Those were going to be our leverage, after all, and the wires didn’t look too secure.

“An excellent point,” he said. “Let me handle this; you need your magic for the War Games.” He took a handful of seed from his pocket and spread it around the Peace Bond and batteries in a wide circle. Before I could ask what he was on about, he bent over and his body positively shimmered with magic. I think I would have seen his affinity at work even without my Mimic affinity.

In an instant, a thicket taller than me had sprung up around the machinery. The roots burrowed into the gravel, dissolving it like sugar in the Headmaster’s green tea. The level of the gravel dipped noticeably. Another pulse of energy flew from his body, directing the plants to wrap their roots and branches with those of their neighbors for support. He left a gap in the windbreak facing the stairway that was wide enough for him to pass through, which meant that two of me could have stood side by side.

“By the Dark Lord,” I murmured just under my breath. For the first time, I believed that he could have created the forest surrounding the Nagoya Tower from nothing. “That’s astounding. How did you… Sir, I’m no botanist, but don’t plants usually need soil and water?”

“It’s the effect of my Green Thumb affinity,” he replied. “While they’re under my care, they can feed off just about anything.” He pointed out towards the distant pines surrounding us. “The whole school was built on a contaminated industrial site. I am assured the soil is pristine now.”

I nodded, deciding not to call attention to his humble bragging. “Most impressive, sir.”

“I almost feel sorry for them,” he replied. “My magic was enough to nourish them to start with, but they’ll all wither and die soon enough. It seems like a waste of good seed. It’s not their fault where they were planted.”

“Nobody can choose that,” I replied. “They’ll just have to do their part.”

He nodded. “Thank you for the assist, Mr. Marlowe. We both have business to attend to, so I must bid you a good morning.”

“Yes, I’m meeting my team in the library,” I said. It was a lie, but I needed to throw him off the scent. The library was on the same level as the elevator’s top floor, so I could vanish in there for a moment without drawing his attention.

As expected, the library was abandoned that time of the morning, except for a stern librarian fumbling with a pile of musty books. I took a moment to admire the enormous stained-glass windows showing the school’s location on a map of Japan. I couldn’t judge from where I stood, but I estimated them to be around double my height. Some artisan must have spent days or weeks toiling away to get it just right. It almost seemed like a shame that I’d be destroying such a work of art.

Almost.

Once I was sure Headmaster Tachibana was gone, I slipped back upstairs. I made two modifications to his hard work. First, I swapped the good fabricata circuit board for my faulty one, guaranteeing that the students would be rendered immobile at the least breeze. Then, I diverted one of the batteries’ wires into a much smaller fabricata, a sphere I was able to easily hide between two of the power banks. There was plenty of power to spare, after all. “Thank you for being paranoid, Headmaster.”

Dante had come through again. The demonic fabricata was a technology jammer similar to what Haru and the other Holy Brothers had used during the botched attack on Mr. Maki, connected to a remote-control transmitter I could activate with a simple spell. Once I was safely away from the Tower, I could use it to jam anything more complicated than a vacuum tube for miles around. I didn’t think anybody would have the time to try and pursue little old me once the fireworks show started, but I wasn’t going to leave anything to chance.

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