Ova For Volume 1: "Christmas"

Disclaimer. Read after reading the first volume

Winter. It was a sunny day, filled with barely moving white snow. The courtyard at the academy. Beatrice walked along the road in search of at least some soul. Suddenly, a silhouette was seen in the distance, which was furiously rushing in the direction of the girl. And in the other direction, similarly, someone was running. They approached and in the first one one could see the Saint with his weapon, on his head, who was wearing a red hat. And if you looked closely, you could see that they were running towards each other, and not at Beatrice. Almost reaching the junction point, the silhouette fell into a snowdrift. With a laugh, Svyat put away his weapon and approached the scene of the incident. Chise refused in the pit, half buried in the snow. The kid said with a grin.

— I told you that, I have a better chance in the snow.

— Okay, I convinced you, but now I couldn't help you. Because it seems to me that if I move, I'll go head over heels. — Chise said with displeasure.

The saint gave his hand and began to pull the girl out of the snowdrift. Beatrice came up to them and presented them.

— If you were not given a job, it means that you just need to do nothing and fall in the snow.

Having completely pulled the Chise out of the snow, the Saint said.

— At least I was doing something in the room and in the kitchen, unlike you.

Beatrice is nervous.

— So I... I... was with the princess, do you know how difficult it is to comb unruly hair!?

Svyat and Beatrice looked at Chise. She shook herself off and said.

— I admit, I didn't do anything.

Beatrice sighed.

— Well, that's what's difficult to just take...

Suddenly, a snowball flew into the girl's head.

— Ha... Look, I got it. — The Saint said with a smile.

Beatrice took the snow and also threw it back, but she got into the Snow and a snowball fight began.

At this time, Steve, Dorothy and Ange were walking to this place with groceries, discussing plans.

— So we'll just sit quietly? — The mechanic asked.

— Yes, without the hype and festivities, we'll just have a friendly evening. Dorothy explained.

Ange looked at the girl. And the leader of the squad immediately said

— Why are you looking at me like that? I will personally make sure.

They walked a little further and saw children playing in the snow. Dorothy asked the Saint.

"How long are you going to have fun here?"

— Until the time comes. — the boy said, and at the same moment snow flew into his face from Beatrice standing in front.

Svyat got angry, made a big snowball and threw it towards the girl, but by coincidence and Glory's poor marksmanship, the projectile hit Ange directly.

Chise in a monotone voice.

— Your time has come...

Ange gave the bags to Dorothy, shook off the snow, collected the leftovers and knocked the boy out with a precise throw.

— Do you want to play? There will be a game for you...

The girl joined the battle when Dorothy and Steve left. At the approach to the doors, the mechanic asked.

— And why exactly are you not celebrating Christmas? It seems to be created to unite people.

Dorothy, with an imperceptible chagrin.

— There are reasons for this, well, about associations, I think that we should not get so close. The work of spies is dangerous and all close people fall under it.

They came to the door. Dorothy handed the bags to Steve, and she began to look for the keys.

— So that's why it's just an ordinary day...

Opening the door, the spy and the mechanic saw a fully decorated room. The walls and furniture were all in different paper garlands, various patterns were painted on the windows, and there was a Christmas tree in the corner.

There was no limit to their surprise. A Saint, wet from the snow, came up to them. Dorothy asked in confusion.

— Did you do that?

The boy looked into the room and answered with a smile.

— Yeah, it was amusing, wasn't it?

Steve is putting the bags down.

— It's beautiful...

Dorothy, looking at the jewelry.

— Did you carve it yourself?

The Saint answered in the affirmative again.

Steve walked up to the tree.

— And where did you get the tree from?

The boy wanted to start telling an incredible story, but Dorothy interrupted him.

— Let's tell you later, we need to prepare now, okay?

Glory nodded and went to change his clothes.

When the boy returned, he saw how hard work was going on, Dorothy and Chise were cutting vegetables and fruits. At this time, Ange, Beatrice and Charlotte with the princess's retinue were checking the products for shelf life, and Steve was engaged in meat.

Several hours have passed. Lawrence joined our heroes after finishing his shift. The mechanic and the policeman, having finished the first batch of meat, went to the garage when the Saint looked into the room. It was full of preparation. The boy also did not stand aside, but took the groceries and began to cook something. He worked on the dish for about half an hour, so much so that he sometimes interfered with the others, but after enduring the restless cook, the girls were intrigued.

After finishing his creation, the boy presented it to the experts. There was a kind of salad on the saucer. Dorothy looked at him and asked.

— Well, what meal is this?

Holy with perplexity.

— Why is it immediately grumpy? This is an "olivier" salad.

Beatrice is interested.

— And what does it include?

Holy with a smile.

— Chopped grouse with veal tongue, first-class truffles and caviar.

Dorothy looked at the plate again.

— But after all...

— But it didn't happen, so I just boiled potatoes and eggs, chopped vegetables, mixed with meat and seasoned it all with mayonnaise. It's a delicious thing by the way.

Beatrice took a spoon and decided to try, but after tasting it, disgust appeared on her face.

Dorothy politely offered.

— Listen, maybe you'd better go to the garage, and we'll do it ourselves somehow.

The saint, who did not hide his small sadness, left the room.

At this time, Ange and Charlotte were chatting on the roof. They discussed espionage, personal and everyday topics. Everything went on as usual, light snow continued to fall and the situation was very lamp-like. But suddenly Charlotte said.

— Maybe it's time to tell everything? Perhaps they themselves began to guess, and the Saint has known for a long time...

Ange's expression changed from a cheerful smile to a slight chagrin.

— Time?... What if everyone turns away or everything changes so much that it gets worse?

Charlotte's ardor has decreased a little. While Ange continued.

— And about the Svyat... He may know, but he doesn't tell anyone, it's already a success with language, but he still avoids you. And I think if we say it now, it won't get any better, because Glory thinks we trust him.

Charlotte smiled and turned to face the street.

— So be it...

Ange and Charlotte returned to the room, Almost everything was ready, it only remained to take their seats. They all sat down at the round table together. The princess is next to Beatrice, who in turn is next to Dorothy and then Chise, Lawrence, Steve, Svyat and Ange in a circle.

Everyone was sitting and amicably eating everything they had prepared. Even someone praised the Saint's dish, which he was not overly happy about. An hour had passed, and it was getting close to midnight.

The saint got up from the table, left the room, and returned with a huge bag. He sat down on the sofa and spoke.

— Ho, ho, ho... It's a serious infection. Well, what's the first one for a gift?

Everyone looked at the kid with laughter. And he continued to invite the guys. Beatrice dared to approach first.

— Ho, ho, ho... Bee, now we'll find something for you!

He took out a packed box and gave it to the girl. She opened it without hesitation. It had a strange mechanism that looked like a watch. The people at the table looked at him in disbelief. Steve asked.

— And where did you dig this up from?

"Where I dug it up, it's not there anymore...— Glory replied to the mechanic.

Saint was looking forward to Beatrice's reaction. The same one said.

— I like it, you can probably make so many things out of it.

The kid, delighted, called the others over. Everyone stood up except Ange and Charlotte and whispered about something. Svyat approached the spy, took her by the hand and dragged her from the table, handing her a gift.

Charlotte turned to look out the window, the snow had stopped. But suddenly, hearing a rustle behind her, she turned around. There was a small box in front of him. Looking around, the Saint was the closest, who could have planted something. Opening the gift, the princess saw a gold chain with protrusions resembling small cat ears.

Sitting down at the table again, Steve offered, and the Saint agreed to drink. Ange is obsessive.

— And again, Lawrence is being carried out in his arms...

The officer replied.

— This time you won't have to, and you sound like you don't get drunk on wine yourself.

Dorothy took it at its word.

— Well, isn't that a good idea? Here you go. — Dorothy rearranged Ange's glass.

She took the glass and stared at it for a long time. The saint became alert.

— Listen, maybe it's better not to? After all, it's not just tea or juice.

Charlotte was also looking at him with disapproval. Ange waited for a pause and drank a glass. Holy sighing.

— Okay... Come on.

Another hour passed. Not a little was drunk. Lawrence looked bad, and Ange seemed to be in a cloudy state. The girls chatted and told funny stories. And Ange started muttering.

— Princess, do you remember when we was in the castle is sw.?

She almost fell asleep on the move. Svyat caught her and changed the subject.

— Can we go out for a breath?

Everyone went out into the courtyard of the academy. It was dark. Only lanterns and light from the windows illuminated the garden. Chise and Beatrice went somewhere, and then when they returned, they told everyone to get ready. Suddenly, a trail of fireworks began to aim at the sky. There was a flash, and a second, and then another. The team watched the amazing spectacle.

After a while, they separated. In the science room, Steve fit on the couch while Lawrence was holding a bottle and dozing on the table. The princess was in her chambers. Beatrice and Chise were sleeping in their own room, but Dorothy was huddled next to them in the next bed. Ange's room, the Saint carried the sleeping girl in his arms. He laid her down and whispered after her.

— Well, you won't get any more.

He decided to sit down on an armchair, and saw a wrapped box with the inscription "Holy" on it. The boy took it out of the room, unpacked it and saw the same broken music box. Svyat inserted the key and started the gift. She was playing "a page of my story". The kid listened to the song with a smile.

The next day, in the laundry room, the girls saw holiday boxes at their workplaces. At the shelter, the same gifts were waiting for the children at the entrance. In the office of the football club, the players had envelopes waiting in their lockers. A large package was waiting for the Duke of Normandy in his office, which he is more annoyed than surprised by. Even in the control room, gifts miraculously turned out to be in the meeting room.

The academy. Ange and Dorothy's room. The saint was fast asleep on an armchair. In his sleep, he felt the touch of lips on his cheek.