After handing over the power and responsibility of overall planning to Hermione and ensuring that she was indeed competent, Maka naturally became idle.
Of course, saying "leisure" is actually only relative.
Although many complicated but necessary matters have been gathered to deal with Hermione, Mrs. Maxim and the three major families, when Maka's fighting ability and his extraordinary magic knowledge are needed, everyone still has to come. Ask him for advice, or simply ask him to take action directly.
But overall, Makata did have a lot of personal time these days.
It's a pity that at the moment, disaster is imminent, and a counterattack is imminent. Even if there really weren't too many mundane tasks to be busy with, it was impossible for him to truly be free.
Whenever the night gets dark, apart from Sarah, who has been following him with the alchemy doll most of the time recently, only Luna will come to drink a cup of Gordig root tea with him from time to time. I chatted with him for a while.
Apart from that, in most of his free time, Maka only did one thing—that is, spread out his magic notebook on the table, then hunker down at his desk and keep writing, writing, writing.
Until one day, those familiar faces finally appeared from outside the tent again, and then walked in one after another and displayed them in front of his table.
Some of these faces have solemn expressions, some are slightly nervous, some have firm eyes, some are shrewd and reserved... Of course, there are also those like Harry who tilt their heads slightly and focus their eyes elsewhere, and still haven't looked at him directly. Those who planned it were among them.
As more and more people gathered in the camp, even with the expansion of the Traceless Stretch Curse, the place gradually became crowded.
In the end, even though almost only those who were familiar with Maka came in, there was no room left inside, so those who came a few steps late had no choice but to stay outside the door.
At the desk, Maka naturally knew about the arrival of so many people, but even though he was being watched by so many pairs of eyes, he still kept writing and drawing.
The unique rustling sound of the pen dipped in ink across the refined parchment echoed in the quiet space of the tent. For some reason, it brought an inexplicable sense of security to everyone present.
However, everyone who came here early in the morning today obviously did not come here just to find some sense of security. Finally, Hermione, who was still standing at the front of the crowd, spoke first, breaking the silence with a word that seemed to be a little regretful but extremely firm.
"Maka."
She didn't say any more unnecessary nonsense, because she knew very well that Maka definitely understood the reason why she appeared here with everyone.
…
"despair."
Long paragraphs of text finally come to an end with this inconspicuous light meal. Maka held the barrel of the quill pen and let the ink seep slightly on the paper along the fine texture, making that point look a bit arrogant.
After a pause, he casually let go of the pen, and while the quill slowly flew towards the ink bottle, he raised his head -
This was the first time that he discovered so intuitively, "Oh! So I have already met so many people without knowing it?"
A faint, strange sense of accomplishment suddenly enveloped him, making him feel a little satisfied.
"Is it time?"
After scanning the crowd for a while, Maka's eyes focused on Hermione again, and then he asked like this.
Hermione in front of her heard this and immediately replied:
"It's not so much 'time's up' as it is - yes, we are all ready."
"What a good news," Maka smiled, "It's faster than I expected."
Hearing his words, Hermione didn't say anything else, but just gave a slight "hum". She didn't know if it was just perfunctory, or if it had some other meaning.
Maka didn't go into details, but closed the note and held it in her hand. Then she backed away from the chair and stood up, walked around the desk, and came to everyone step by step.
Everyone's eyes followed his movements slightly, until he suddenly stood in front of Harry.
"Are you feeling okay? It looks like you're recovering well." Maka looked at Harry and said.
In the previous battle with Herbo on the eastern German defense line, Harry was seriously injured, and even because of Herbo's special magic, there were hidden dangers left in the wound that were difficult to eradicate.
Fortunately, after coming back, he happened to meet Maka waking up from the ice coffin. With his in-depth study of the rules of the soul, he successfully eliminated the hidden danger of his injury.
Hearing Maka standing in front of him and asking, Harry finally turned his head to look at him, and then he gave an answer with the same gentle hum as Hermione just now.
Of course, Maka didn't actually need Harry's personal reply. How the latter is recovering from his injuries can be seen not only by him who has successfully mastered the rules of the soul, but also by the group of "living zombie friends" who just arrived a few days ago.
After a brief nod, regardless of Harry still maintaining a slightly awkward posture there, Maka took two more steps to the side and came to Willie.
"Is there any response from Mr. Blois?" he lowered his head and asked.
When he asked this question, Willy was also looking up at him. Seeing him ask about her father, the silver-haired girl immediately shook her head, then tugged on the wide brim of her hat that blocked her vision and said, "Father said that he is going to a manor in Croatia for a vacation."
"I understand." Maka nodded slightly in realization.
He did understand that Mr. Blois, who was still in his prime, had finally decided to give up his position as head of the family to his daughter. It's just that the father who dotes on his daughter is not at ease, so he still retains his position as the head of the family and lets the old housekeeper continue to assist Willie in taking over a large family that he has temporarily lost.
Maka even felt that even his words about vacation were false. Maybe he was secretly peeking somewhere right now!
With this thought in mind, he took a few more steps to the side and came to one... no, two slightly unfamiliar figures.
"Miss Geofine?"
"Is there any problem?" Safina on the left glared at him without hesitation, "Or are we sisters so insignificant in your eyes that we didn't even leave any impression on you, so you don't remember them?"
Ursula, who was standing next to her, didn't say anything, but just looked at Maka steadily.
"How could it be?" Maka smiled again, shook her head and said, "Even if I were blind, I wouldn't be able to recognize you—especially you, Safina. Your outstanding performance some time ago made me I know what a person who keeps his word can go to for a transactional promise... so I just say, 'Thank you'!"