From that day, many more antics like the flying turtle event befell the poor village that Inkaro called home, not that the villagers would complain very often about the antics when most of the bizarre creations from Inkaro and Lizu's hands ended up positively impacting their quality of life.

  From the grimoire disc containing a spell to infuse and convert water into different liquids using a catalyst, which they then used to make the village's fountain produce maple syrup.

  To the scarecrow-like devices that automatically shoot out water like a sprinkler: they didn't use it for farming purposes straight away, but at least that waterpark looked fun. Then those very sprinklers ended up turning a hive of visiting bees into doll-sized, anthropomorphic humanoids when Inkaro tested out a new modified Rain Spell.

  Some of their more tame creations were as followed: a floating bouncy house, a diamond-looking minecart, a crown that made a pig super strong, a selectable warding or anti-warding banner, and a floating island with a treehouse.

  Now that... I think those bees ended up making their "hive" at the top of that island's tree; not that I could check, I'm a more grounded person these days.

  Oh, and straight up a phone like a touchscreen one, but I can't let them have all the credit for that one.

  ... ... ...

  Ok, I know none of those things sound like they'd be helpful at first glance... or under the pair's control.

  Look, whenever their creations got out of hand, that Vergilou guy would constantly make his grand appearances, much to his exhaustion from going back and forth from the capital, just to alter the kid's creations to be more useful for public use.

  Some of the spells and creations Inkaro and Lizu made even became commonplace across the worlds with the bishop's interventions... naturally, he made sure the fact that the kids made them didn't get out for obvious reasons, but ensuring ninety-five percent of the profits went to the kids.

  As for the other five, it went to the bishop guy because Lizu insisted she couldn't trust a guy who'd do work for free when he's obviously lazy at heart. But she only said that to mask her true reasoning, or so Inkaro told me.

  And, for his efforts, not only was Vergilou promoted to an archbishop but now has five something-or-whatever he can give people. I really wish that word were easier to remember.

  Six years later...

  Sticking out like a sore thumb, or a rainbow butterfly fluttering through snow-swept plains, the small island which Inkaro called home made its presence known to all those in sight. It floated high over the forest on the border of his hometown, and its size is comparable to one seen in the middle of lakes, unbecoming of such a place, given the amount of mana that oozed from it.

  The faint fragrance of honey staked its claim on the bountiful and colourful flowerfield surrounding the large oak tree that served as the singular fixture of the floating island, excluding the flowers and small pond of honey-infused spring water. Following where the density of the honey's fragrance grew denser, sat underneath the leaves of the oak tree, a treehouse that wrapped around the trunk of the tree could be seen.

  Buried deep within the large O-shaped singular-roomed hazelnut treehouse, a faint, musical tune sung through the room like a needy canary that demanded it be listened to as it lay abandoned on a desk: his phone was an opaque white rectangular crystalline object that was housed in the left half of a grimoire-looking phone case.

  The grimoire was a phone-sized dark purple grimoire with a pale purple and white wave pattern on both its covers, and a glowing purple crystal on the grimoire's spine: its left cover is hollow, allowing for a magi-crystal touchphone to be slotted into it.

  Elsewhere in the room, but visible from the desk, a circular and net-like hammock hung from the ceiling. Bolted to the wooden frame of the ceiling, it effortlessly carried the needlessly abundant cluster of pillows it carried in its grasp; oh, and Inkaro as he groaned from being forced to wake up.

  Snapping his finger, a playful but weak bang of air popped from his desk, flinging the whining phone right toward his lethargically raised arm.

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  He caught his phone, not bothering to adjust his hand as the phone landed gently in his hand, and he pressed the accept button."Yellow?"

  "What colour-? How did you know?" Lizu stated, spluttering and stumbling over her words, as Inkaro had already pre-answered her question.

  "It's a Sunday."

  A short gasp left the phone, followed by a hearty huff, which left Inkaro smirking. Anticipating there'd be a long pause between his friend's next input in the conversation, Inkaro hoisted himself out of his bed to escape from the tantalising urge to fall back into the clutches of his sleep.

  As the teen strolled across the bedroom section of his house, muffled noises broke through the phone that Inkaro dismissed as Lizu rolling over or flopping her dragon tail around.

  "But it's not like I call for the same things... right?"

  Reaching his desk, Inkaro rested an arm on the wall before he slammed it into the wall to knock the deadness out of it. As he went on like nothing strange had happened, Inkaro said, "Let's see if there is a pattern: Colour of grimoire, how to write the special syntax characters, which fruit makes bees produce honey soda, and when will you give me more soda-tasting honey."

  "Hmm..., I'll think of new subject matters for next time."

  "I'm looking forward to it," Inkaro remarked as he sifted through the strewn-about clutter that was his work.

  "Inkaro?" Lizu murmured meekly, almost hesitant and even to the point that it sounded forced.

  "Something on your mind?"

  "You could tell, huh? I guess you aren't a dumb kid anymore."

  "You bet, just dumb now."

  A weak and reserved giggle broke free from Lizu's outer layer of her statue facade and made it over the phone's speaker. "There you go, ruining my unbreakable act like it's nothing again. But seriously, I have to ask. Back when we met, you were just being nice to me because you could tell I was... You know."

  "I think you're giving my past self too much credit, Liz. You mentioned stuff about grimoires, and I was like: ooh, new grimoire buddy. Not much else was going through my head at the time."

  "Even so, I constantly said mean things to you unintentionally or get annoyed at you for having a stupidly cute face. Yet not once did you even notice or care when you rarely did. It still makes no sense to me."

  "Eh... if I had to guess, it was probably all those shows I watched with my teacher."

  "Hmph, still can't believe that jerk just up and left for that concert last night. He could've waited until I gave him my copy so he could get it signed."

  "Hah, still can't believe you two had such a bizarre common interest."

  "Idols are not a bizarre interest, you'd understand if you had any interest in non-grimoire anything."

  "Perhaps, but we both know that'll never happen."

  "Inkaro...." Lizu groaned in a grouch as the thud of her tail pounded through the phone's speaker, "So, how's your preparation for the Solicrave Academy Entrance Exam going?"

  Snickering at the question and making Lizu huff in a playful pout, Inkaro retorted, "Isn't it obvious, if there's a place where grimoire knowledge can be found, I'll already be there no matter what trials get in my face."

  "Dummy... oh shi-."

  After a matted thud spiked through its speaker, the phone call ended abruptly, leaving Inkaro to lower his head in amused consolation for the girl's floor.

  "Looks like she dropped her phone again. I've got, like, five minutes before she can will herself out of her bed to pick it up."

  Letting his drowsiness out in a long, lethargic yawn, Inkaro set his grimoire-carrying phone back on his desk before strolling his lazy butt over to the bathroom sector of his treehouse as the faint buzzing of wings flew past a nearby window.

  Standing before his full-length mirror, Inkaro posed, striking various dramatic and practised to perfection overzealous poses from the various shows he's seen. Even though he'd never been on the tall side growing up, as he inspected his body for any signs that would call for concern, Inkaro noticed he'd gone through a minor growth spurt that pushed him slightly above the average height for his age.

  "Might be abusing those strength and speed spells. People might end up calling me a pool noodle with these noodle arms," Inkaro mused as he relaxed his lean and slightly muscular limbs. He chuckled at the notion, imagining how thoroughly anyone who might call him that would get pummelled if they did it in front of Lizu. "Might want to beef myself up, so Liz doesn't end up in trouble."

  "Yeah! Big sister Lizu is way too protective, buzu~," a cheeky girly voice stated before a buzzing whirl wizzed from the window nearest to Inkaro.

  He lightly exhaled in delighted annoyance as he watched the shadowed silhouette of a human-ish figure fly above the opaque white mesh ceiling.

  "You lot sure run your mouths whenever she isn't visiting. Wonder what I should do for the next two days, as I'm travelling to Solicrave City"