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The journey to the Royal Capital might not have been as long as his brother’s journey was, but it was still just as every bit rough on him. Faust did not have an especially notable resistance to cold, and he lacked his brother’s own stubborn nature that allowed him to ignore the elements. Frankly, if he had been chosen by a lesser grimoire, earth or fire element would have been far more fitting for his twin; he was, after all, far more rigid when it came to doing what he wanted, though perhaps it was more accurate to call him passionate.[break][break]

It was unusual, Faust felt. Traveling alone. For as long as he could remember, he always had Aust at his side. The two effectively made up for one another’s weaknesses. Aust was far more sociable and likable, but he was also just as quick to get into a fight. A bit dumb, but well-meaning all the same. He, however, was a social failure and this made him a bit dislikable at first. However, he was a staunch pacifist and disliked having to fight if it could be avoided. He was far more versed in social aspects and non-violent behavior. But because of this, as a team, they were quite a duo.[break][break]

As Faust traveled to the Royal Capital, he frowned a bit. He did wish Aust was at his side, but that was fine. They would meet soon enough. It wasn’t that long since they had temporarily gone their separate ways in pursuit of the answers they sought, and admittedly the silver-haired man was fine with that. He could never do what Aust was seeking; similarly, neither could Aust do what he was doing. There was nothing wrong with that; that was just the result of how the two viewed the world. And in any scenario, the bespectacled man was proud of his ‘little brother’ for being so decisive.[break][break]

The town was in sight now, but Faust knew he had to make a good impression. Regrettably, the man always came off as villainous or untrustworthy no matter where he went. He was certain that this would be no different. Even still, he had to try. [break][break]

His brother thought a violent revolution was the answer to bringing the change to Clover. Faust, however, believed that revolution could be obtained by minimizing the role that the Magic Knights played in the Kingdom. They had too many roles and too much power. By showing the benevolence of the Church and improving the lives of the citizens, the people at large would put their faith in the Church of Clover to take care of internal needs.[break][break]

Before he stepped into the church, the man decided to inspect his own appearance to make sure his image matched his intent in a nearby window; it seemed like it wasn’t in use, so it was probably fine. His long, flowing silver hair was perfectly combed without a single hair sticking up. Check. There were no bags under his eyes, and his skin seemed to be in good condition. His eyes, however, looked quite beady; however, there was nothing he could do about that. His facial features screamed villain, after all. That was beyond his control.[break][break]

Faust sported a regal crimson top over a white dress shirt. The top's collar was extended just a bit, but and golden trim decorated the collar, the v-shaped cut of the top, and its 'sleeves', which ended just at the shoulders, puffed out a bit for flair. Ornate golden designs decorated the bulk of the top. This was clearly an expensive top, one of Faust's finer ones in his wardrobe he felt.[break][break]

The dress shirt was neatly cuffed, and the intricate buttons on the top were all together. His black slacks went well with this look, as did his black matching shoes. Yes, this appearance was truly trustworthy. He appeared dignified and earnest. Hopefully, the priest would feel the same upon greeting him.[break][break]

At least, that was what he thought, but he also wore a black coat that, although quite warm, gave an intimidating aura. At least he had a neat scarf red that matched his eyes. Surely, you could trust someone with a scarf.[break][break]

The Shēngxiào found himself so captivated by examining his own appearance and making sure that he looked presentable that he was completely oblivious to the fact that there had been another face staring at him for quite a while. It didn’t take long for the reflection on the end to take offense to this, as they suddenly bolted from their home, and seemed ready to attack Faust.[break][break]

“You creepy little four-eyed bastard! What do you think you’re doing?”[break][break]

Immediately, Faust prostrated himself, panicking. Of course, this would happen. Things like this always happened. Though the man was anything but little, the silver-haired mage immediately began apologizing. “I’m very sorry! I’m just very nervous! I did not mean to intrude; there are no mirrors on the way to the church, and I wanted to make sure I looked presentable before my appointment!”[break][break]

His words were genuine, and Faust made sure to hide his face in fear that it would only cause more worry. However, the stranger seemed even more suspicious of the giant of a man but ultimately sighed. If someone as tall as Faust was to bow their heads in such a manner--enough to where their head was touching the snow on the ground, surely they were just a wimp; hardly worth the effort.[break][break]

“Get on out of here then.”[break][break]

Picking up his abnormally tall, albeit lanky, frame off the ground, Faust let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully, there would be no other issues past this incident. With no further issues seemingly about, he dusted himself off as the wind mage made his way to the main building in the Royal Capital. Yes, this was where everything would change. Where he made his first steps into bringing about the change he felt was vital to the long term benefit of the Kingdom at large.

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tl;dr faust arrives in the Royal Capital to try to become a deacon...! will he succeed? find out next time on what does the faust say!