22 Orleans (1/2)

”Young master, today, on your trip to Orleans, the capital city of Loire Valley, mister Edgar would be your guide and companion. I apologize for not being able to accompany you as my presence is required in the manor at all times.” Alphonse said as he motioned to Edgar who, for the first time, was wearing neat clothes.

He seems to have trimmed his unruly beard too!

”Remember, Edgar. Keep watch of the young master. Never let him out of your sight or it will spell for disaster. The muggle currency is inside the pouch I gave you this morning so you can buy whatever the young master wishes to outside. Do not let the young master wander around at all costs. Do you hear me?” Alphonse reminded Edgar who just nodded at everything Alohonse said, looking somewhat comical.

...I'm right here, you know? Casimir smiled wryly.

”Alright! Let's set off!” He said, obviously excited.

This time, they weren't traveling by floo powder since it would scare the muggles. They would be traveling by car instead!

He didn't even know they had a car and he'd been living in the manor for more than three years already! Did it just suddenly pop out of nowhere today?!

Hesitantly, Casimir got on the shotgun seat of the car, looking around curiously. Smells like leather and air freshener. Suddenly, the car started up, surprising Casimir when the engine roared to life.

Even more surprising was that, Edgar actually knew how to drive! He even had a driver's license! Casimir had his eyes wide open in shock.

Wait... He was a muggle-born so, maybe it was actually possible.?

Casimir squinted his eyes as he stared at Edgar in suspicion.

Now that he was taking a good look at this cleaned up version of Edgar, he realized... This guy actually doesn't look bad.

Not exactly handsome. He was too rough for that. It was actually more like...wild?

Yes! Wild! That's the word! He was more like those rough and tough mercenaries that Casimir used to see around brothels in his past life. Ah... The good times...

Edgar shivered, feeling unnerved by Casimir's constant staring as he drove out of the Proulx manor's gate and into the main road.

”...Young master, it might take a while before we arrive in Orleans so, I suggest you take a nap to rest first.” Edgar hesitantly advised.

”Oh... But I'm too excited to take a nap! What do I do?” Casimir grinned cheerfully.

”Then, how about listening to some music?” Casimir's eyes lit up to Edgar's suggestion.