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Hearing this, Ida was speechless. What other Clan of Sufferers could there be? She barely dares to step outside the library. And now…
“Teacher, may we speak with our parents in private for a moment?”
Without waiting for an answer, their daughter grabbed both parents and led them into the next room. Whether the teacher would hear anything or not no longer concerned her.
“Mom, Dad... WHAT THE H*LL!?” Ida burst out yelling.
It’s understandable. The girl had planned a hearty dinner and rest in her bed. But then this happened.
“How can you talk to your father like that?” Joseph was astonished.
“Daughter…” Allen almost cried. It wasn't customary in this family to express oneself in such a way, so no one even thought that Ida’s vocabulary was so rich.
“But how else am I supposed to talk to you if you decide to send me to some…
Then followed a conversation in which Ida did not hold back on her expressions, while the refined Joseph and Allen tried to explain that it was more necessary for her than she thought. In the end, there really was no choice left. For once, the girl found a useful hobby. More useful than just reading. Of course, she could follow in her father’s footsteps and get a job as an assistant in the library. But there were already plenty of people who wanted that, and mere kinship wouldn’t allow her to easily break through there. However, alchemy offered something bigger.
In the end, Ida gave up, returned to Utar, apologized for the delay, and with the friendliest smile, as if she hadn’t been yelling like a fierce wrestler moments before, asked:
“When do we leave?”
