Multiversal: The Shop

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It's been a few days since that incident, but miraculously I managed to calm the raging dragon, which is equivalent to my dear sister. I wasn't sure how I did it but it happened.

Shirou should give me a feast for this, it's not an easy feat to calm my sister, right now I'm in the department of astrology listening to the Marisbury Animusphere explanation about prediction of the future.

Honestly, it's hard to believe that this man had a grand plan for human preservation, the Grand Order.

He's ambitious, however, he could back it up, listening to his theory about prediction, it's scary how it made sense.

While listening, I couldn't help but look at Olga beside my desk. Honestly, I pity this girl. From a young age, she wasn't acknowledged by her only family, as all she wanted was her father's attention, the attention that she'll never receive.

But then again, this is normal in the moonlit world, at least she didn't get sold to some other magi family and get molested by worms.

Olga finally noticed my gaze, not that I was trying to hide it, to begin with, I let out a smile in her direction.

Immediately the blood from her face got drained and became deadly pale, quickly she avoided my gaze.

Seeing that, I couldn't help but let out a sigh, it was very obvious that she's scared of me, it wasn't my intention. To be fair she was the one who started it.

I don't hate her, we simply started on the wrong foot, still, at the beginning, her reactions were hilariously amusing, the look she was giving me when I first arrived at this department was something I could never forget.

It was funny, you can't blame me for finding it entertaining, anyway I'm trying to make amends with her since I wanted to make her my acquaintance or a friend even.

"So, that concludes the lecture for now." Marisbury finished his class and eyes wandered around the class, except for Olga.

This girl needs a friend, I decided, hopefully, she wouldn't fear me when I talk to her later.

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-Ogla Pov-

Olga couldn't help but sigh as she saw her peers leave the class, however, it wasn't what she had in mind, right now she was thinking about her father.

Even now, he still ignores her like she was transparent, all her life never knew what familial affection is, she never experienced them as her father never paid attention to her.

That's why she wanted to impress him with her achievements, maybe with that he'll notice her and finally acknowledge her existence.

However, so far she wasn't successful because no matter what she did, it was never enough. She worked herself to the bone but the acknowledgment that she desired was still far away from her hands.

Why is her life like this? All she ever wanted was her father's attention, she never really asked for more.

Olga didn't realize that she was crying, quickly she wiped the tears away from her eyes and grabbed her grimoire away from the desk, and buried it in her chest.

As she went outside the classroom, she noticed that someone was leaning against the classroom wall, and she knows this person quite well.

Alexander Barthomeloi, the Vice Director's blood brother, a direct relative to the strongest mage in the modern era, and someone she offended a few days ago.

Seeing him didn't make her happy at all, instead, she was scared of what he's going to do with her, because she knew that she could do nothing to him, with his status he could easily demand her death.

Olga quickly tried to leave, the further she was from him the better, however, her heart stopped when she heard him say.

"Olga Marie Animusphere, do you have some time to spare? I'd like to talk to you." Barthomeloi said.

This is what she feared, and it happened, she stopped in her tracks and shifted her attention toward Barthomeloi.

Her mind started to overdrive, she was thinking of what to answer, several scenarios appeared in her mind, and 9 out of 10 of those scenarios are a way to escape, but it was a bad idea, and also refusing would only make Barthomeloi's impression of her worse.

With a heavy heart, she replied. "Yes, I do."

Then she saw him smile and said. "Good, now follow me this isn't a proper location to have a conversation."

Nodding, she followed him, and she was already regretting it, however, she had no choice it's not like she could refuse him either.

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Olga arrived at a high-end cafeteria in the inner section of the Clocktower, this is the first time she stepped inside the place, just from the decorations alone, she knew that only the richest of the rich could afford to dine in this place.

Barthomeloi found a table and sat there, and then he urged her to sit down, and so she sat down at the opposite side of the table.

A waitress arrived and gave them the menu. Its appearance was as luxurious as it could be, with high-quality leather with gold trimmings at the side.

Looking at the price she couldn't help but wince at it, while she could afford most of the dishes here, it would mean losing most of her allowance and living poorly for the rest of the month.

Besides, if it were up to her, she'd rather not order, with prices like this, she'd rather use it for her own craft than wasting it on a single meal.

While her family is rich, she was not, the money that she receives monthly was barely enough for her craft, and that's why she was careful about what she spent her money for.

As if noticing her distress, he said. "Don't worry I'll pay for your meal."

Hearing that, didn't make her feel happy at all, she wanted to refuse, but she couldn't because refusing is like spitting on his face, and also she didn't really want to spend her monthly allowance for a clearly overpriced meal.

Olga could only nod and started looking for a meal that wasn't too expensive, she didn't want him to think that she's taking advantage of his good graces.

After choosing her order, she called the waitress and told them her order, Barthomeloi did the same.

Now, it was only them again and this made her tense because they were alone once more.

"So, you're probably wondering why I wanted to talk to you, yes?" Barthomeloi said softly.

Olga nodded, this is what she's afraid of, although she appreciates the straight-to-the-point conversation.

Barthomeloi coughed in his fist and said. "Well, it's pretty obvious that you're scared of me, it's probably because of my family status."

Olga bit her lips after hearing that, he was correct she is scared of his family and what they could do to her.

"Look, it wasn't my intention to scare you. It's just you started it." Barthomeloi said, irritated.

Well, he wasn't wrong, she did escalate things, only because she thought of him as a magus with a weak family, turns out he was something whose family dwarfed hers.

"Anyway, I'm here to make amends. I want us to start clean." Barthomeloi said while resting his chin on his hand.

Eh..?

Olga didn't expect him to say that, of all the things he could have said, she never accounted for something like this, however, she couldn't help but feel suspicious about this.

There's too many unknown variables to this.

"What do you say?" He was waiting for her answer.

What else could she say? Except. "Alright, let's start anew."

"Hmm, as expected you only accept it because you can't refuse."

Olga's eyes widened at his words, she couldn't help but shudder at that, she thought. 'How did he know that?!'

"Hah, how did I know? It's literally written on your face." Barthomeloi answered with amusement.

"Ehh..?" Olga didn't even realize the expression that she's making.

"Seriously? You didn't realize it?" Barthomeloi said between surprise and laughter.

Olga became flustered and thought. 'Am I really that easy to read?!'

"Anyway, I'm serious about making amends with you, I could have done worse and there's nothing you could do about it." He said it like it was a matter of fact.

And Olga couldn't refute it, as it was true, if he really wanted to do something to her, she wouldn't be able to do anything.

Resisting is just delaying the inevitable.

She closed her eyes for a moment before saying. "If you're truly serious about it, then please."

"Don't worry I am, now let's re-introduce ourselves, I'm Alexander Barthomeloi it's nice to be your acquaintance." He said while giving her a hand.

Olga nodded and accepted his hand. "Olga Marie Animusphere, I'm pleased to be your acquaintance."

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I smiled as she took my hand, I'm glad it was sorted out, thankful it was less complicated than I originally thought.

Still, it was a bad idea to dine in this cafeteria, while I may have a lot of money I hate using my money on something that was clearly overpriced.

God, the cheapest dish in this cafeteria is 4 digits, this is going to be the first and the last time I'm going to dine in this place.

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Welp, that's that, Olga Marie had self-confidence issues, so I decided to make Alexander a replacement for Lev Lainur Flauros, but unlike the demon god, he won't betray her.

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