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covered-in-kisses · 2 years

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Smoocher or Smooched?: FE3H

Here we go! Mix of three of my favorite things; lipstick kisses, character analysis, and ranking.

If you like this, hit me with an ask with another game/show/etc, and I might just do it!

Black Eagles

Edelgard- Embarrassed Smooched

She’s one hell of a girlboss, but not very well versed in the ways of affection. She’d do pretty well keeping it together, but there’d be no hiding that blush.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Byleth, Constance

Likely scenarios: Dorothea trying to get her to lighten up, Constance glomping her upon receiving peerage in the Empire

Hubert- Annoyed Smooched

One spooky dude, but if there’s someone close enough to him, or brave enough to try it, he’d be a bit flustered, but he’d be more annoyed that he’d have to clean himself up.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea

Likely scenario: Dorothea being a scamp

Ferdinand- Heart Eyes Smooched

For as beautiful a man as he is, he’s one huge dork. After a lovely lady puts bunches of kisses on his face, I’d be surprised if he didn’t start floating.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Mercedes, Hilda, Manuela, Constance

Likely scenario: His gf/wife being touched by a very sweet gesture of his

Linhardt- Aloof Smooched

He’s most likely to receive some while he’s napping as a prank. Would he even notice? Would he care if/when he did? Who can say?

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Annette, Lysithea, Hapi

Likely scenario: Got caught sleeping

Caspar- Embarrassed Smooched

We know from his A-Support with Hilda that he’s the littlest himbo. I’d infer that he’s not very well versed in romance, so a bunch of kisses would fluster him.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Annette, Hilda

Likely scenario: Dorothea playing the part of an embarrassing big sister, Hilda breaking through his himbo shield.

Bernadetta- Embarrassed Smooched

Fairly obvious, I think. Very shy, easily flustered, poor self image, so receiving genuine affection from people she admires would turn her into a tomato right quick.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Yuri

Likely scenario: Dorothea figures out Bernie can be bribed with affection and will coax her out of her room with the promise of smooches.

Dorothea- Master Smoocher

Very flirty, very affectionate, very caring, very emotionally intelligent. She knows who to smooch, when to smooch, and how much to smooch to get her desired effect. Nobody is safe, especially not her fellow Black Eagles.

Most likely to smooch: Every Black Eagle, Felix, Ingrid, Manuela

Likely scenario: [DATA EXPUNGED]

Petra- Amused Smooched

She’s just trying to have fun with her Fodlan friends and getting a bunch of kisses from a friend would be a little embarrassing, but largely funny. She’d have a good laugh seeing her face in the mirror.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea

Likely scenario: Dorothea gives her a demonstration of the dangers of wearing lipstick

Blue Lions

Dimitri- Embarrassed Smooched

Another beautiful dork, this guy has more in common with Bernadetta in this regard than Ferdinand though. Imagine if the girl from his B-Support with Sylvain caught him. He’d be a mess.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette, Hapi, Unnamed Garreg Mach Resident

Likely scenario: The girl from his B-Support with Sylvain managed to put a few on him before he escaped into Sylvain’s room

Dedue- Embarrassed Smooched

Not used to it, wouldn’t hate it, but would worry about the reputations of his smoochers than his own.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette

Likely scenario: Annette forgets she’s wearing lipstick and welcomes him home enthusiastically

Felix- Annoyed Smooched

He’d be embarrassed, but also upset by his smoocher’s giggles, the fact that he’d have to use his sweat rag to clean the lipstick off his face, and the fact that he couldn’t use that rag to wipe his sweat without smearing the lipstick back onto his face.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Annette, Mercedes, Flayn

Likely scenario: Annette forgets... again.

Ashe- Embarrassed Smooched

A genuine good boi, no matter how deserved the kisses might be, it’d certainly make him blush.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette, Mercedes, Hapi, Petra

Likely scenario: Hapi flusters him for her own amusement

Sylvain- Cocky Smooched

Ah, my least favorite category. This dude was actually carrying around lipstick to give to some lady. Tragically, it probably worked out for him.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Mercedes, Ingrid, Hilda

Likely scenario: Hilda decides to humor him, someone actually legitimately falls for his ploy

Mercedes- Sweet Smoocher

She’s as sweet as the stuff she bakes and the way she loves the people around her shows it. It doesn’t matter whether she’s thanking you for a gift, fooling around with a friend, or just being particularly happy to see someone, she will put a dozen kisses on someone and make them feel all warm inside.

Most likely to smooch: Ferdinand, Felix, Ashe, Annette, Ingrid, Cyril, Constance

Likely scenario: Annette is being too darn cute!

Annette- Bubbly Smoocher

She’s quite cheery, friendly, and a bit silly. She’d smooch up someone’s face for any number of reasons, including accidentally, but she wouldn’t be all that shy about doling out the affection when she thinks the situation calls for it.

Most likely to smooch: Linhardt, Caspar, Dedue, Felix, Mercedes, Ingrid

Likely scenario: She forgot she was wearing it.

Ingrid- Embarrassed Smooched

She’s about as much a fan of having lipstick kissed onto her as she is having it applied normally. So when one of her more fashionable friends leaves some big fat ones on her face, she’d oddly feel the shame of defeat and want to wash them off as soon as she could.

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Mercedes, Annette, Yuri

Likely scenario: Annette and Mercie us unorthodox methods to get her to try makeup, Yuri thanks her for cooking for him, Dorothea being silly

Golden Deer

Claude- Neutral Smooched

A suave smooth-talker he is, but not immune to all types of feminine charms. That being said, his reaction would be largely dependent on who is doing the smooching.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette

Likely scenario: A scheme of his works a little too well.

Lorenz- Annoyed Smooched

He may fancy himself a lady’s man, but those pesky noble standards wouldn’t make him the best sport when on the receiving end of kiss marks. He’d be flustered, but it’d be kind of difficult to enjoy it because he’d promptly scold the perpetrator(s).

Most likely to be smooched by: Dorothea, Hilda

Likely scenario: Dorothea and/or Hilda pretend to be swayed by his charms only to annoy him.

Raphael- Amused Smooched

The biggest himbo around would be a bit flustered about the affection, but the moment he saw himself in a mirror, he’d burst out laughing. What a guy!

Most likely to be smooched by: Hilda, Ingrid

Likely scenario: Hilda wonders if he has capable of being seduced by feminine wiles and not food.

Ignatz- Embarrassed Smooched

Guy has a low-key panic attack when you agree to marry him, and that’s when he’s grown up! So getting kissed up by anyone he considers out of his league (probably everyone in the main cast) he’d become a tomato.

Most likely to be smooched by: Petra, Mercedes, Hilda, Flayn

Likely scenarios: Petra puts one under his eye to match her tattoo and just keeps going, Flayn is absolutely floored by one of his tales of St. Cethleann.

Lysithea- Annoyed Smooched

I might’ve put her in a smoocher category, if I hadn’t remembered how hard Claude goes to get on her nerves. Even if the likes of Hilda and Mercedes wouldn’t smooch her of their own accord, Claude would contract just about anyone to give her kisses and call her cute.

Most likely to be smooched by: Mercedes, Hilda

Likely scenario: Mercie fulfils the role of embarrassing older sister a little too well

Marianne- Embarrassed Smooched

Of all the issues she’s got, receiving too much affection is not one of them. So when she receives a genuine hail of love from someone, embarrassment would be the least dramatic of her potential reactions.

Most likely to be smooched by: Lorenz, Hilda

Likely scenario: Hilda gets fed up with her self-deprecation and decides if Marianne won’t love herself, she’ll do it for her!

Hilda- Master Smoocher

Perhaps not to the degree of Dorothea, but she’s a manipulator and could kiss any reaction she’d like out of someone. Plus she’s legitimately caring and affectionate, so I wouldn’t doubt that she’d just smooch someone up because she wants to.

Most likely to smooch: Ferdinand, Caspar, Sylvain, Lorenz, Marianne, Balthus

Likely scenarios: Coercing Sylvain into doing something for her, aforementioned Marianne love, annoying Lorenz

Leonie- Embarrassed Smooched

I heavily subscribe to the idea that Leonie would be more of a chick magnet than Lorenz thinks he is. Though of all the things Jeralt taught her, romance was not one of them, so when she gets glomped by an admirer or Hilda (who may or may not also be an admirer) gets all silly with smooching her, Leonie wouldn’t know how to react and blush her lipstick-riddled face off.

Most likely to be smooched by: Lorenz, Marianne, Hilda, members of the Leonie fan-club

Likely scenario: Her fan club gets too zealous

Church of Seiros

Seteth- Annoyed Smooched

I’m afraid I can’t really see anyone giving him a faceful of lipstick kisses for any reason other than to prank him.

Most likely to be smooched by: Hilda, Manuela

Likely scenario: Hilda being a scamp

Flayn- Bubbly Smoocher

She’d find the whole thing funny and cute, but she’d need somebody to rope her into a scheme. Also, Seteth would have to be far away.

Most likely to smooch: Linhardt, Felix, Ignatz, Lysithea

Likely scenario: Finds Linhardt napping and gets goofy

Hanneman- Annoyed Smooched

Manuela would torment him by painting his face with kisses when he’s sleeping. Really just par for the course with those two.

Most likely to be smooched by: Manuela, Dorothea, Annette

Likely scenario: Manuela kissing every one of his monocles while he’s sleeping.

Manuela- Master Smoocher

Dorothea plus at least a decade of experience, the intimidation factor of a cougar, and a higher capacity for mischief and spite. She’s a force to be reckoned with. Plus, she’s the only character I know of who rocks orange lipstick. That’s not all that relevant to this topic, I just felt she needed a shout-out for that.

Most likely to smooch: Byleth, Ferdinand, Dorothea, Sylvain, Lorenz, Seteth, Hanneman, Cyril

Likely scenarios: Drunkenly thanks... probably anyone for... any number of things

Gilbert- Amused Smooched

I can’t think of many people who would target him, but those who would would likely cause him to be a good sport about it.

Most likely to be smooched by: Annette, Manuela, his wife

Likely scenario: Annette and his wife welcome him home in a silly way

Alois- Amused Smooched

There cannot be a single person in Garreg Mach who doesn’t know about his wife and kid, so any kisses he receives are almost certainly platonic and give him a good chuckle.

Most likely to be smooched by: His wife, Mercedes

Likely scenario: His wife (who I’m willing to bet is as boisterous as he is) welcomes him home.

Catherine- Heart Eyes Smooched

Now, I have to imagine Catherine has her own mob of fangirls, but this reaction is more in keeping with her infatuation with Rhea, her weakness to Shamir’s charms, and the general assumption of her sub status to both.

Most likely to be smooched by: Shamir, Rhea

Likely scenarios: Rhea thanks her after a particularly stressful mission, Shamir asserts her dominance

Shamir- Master Smoocher

Now, not nearly to the extent of Manuela and Dorothea mind you, but she’s pragmatic enough to use her charms when it benefits her. Now it’s nowhere near her preferred course of action, but if it’s the best plan for the situation, she won’t hesitate. Be it to seduce a target or to put her blonde partner in her place, she knows a tube of lipstick can be just as useful as a dagger.

Most likely to smooch: Catherine, Cyril

Likely scenario: Cyril claims he can’t be embarrassed, so she gives him a bunch of kisses and has him get something from across the monastery to have him prove it.

Cyril- Annoyed/Embarrassed Smooched

I wanted to avoid a dual-type on this list, but in Cyril’s case it can’t be avoided. On the annoyed side, he wouldn’t take too kindly to a lady unable to resist giving him kisses as a reward for help or because he’s ‘just so cute.’ On the embarrassed side, if a lady he likes and/or respects gives him some, he’d likely be rendered speechless.

Most likely to be smooched by: Lysithea, Shamir, Manuela, Mercedes

Likely scenario: His A-Support with Lysithea ends with a glomp.

Ashen Wolves

Yuri- Master Smoocher

With this man’s non-binary charms, adept use of cosmetics, and talent for espionage? Good goddamn luck.

Most likely to smooch: Bernadetta, Constance, Ingrid

Likely scenario: Annoying Constance is just too fun

Balthus- Cocky Smooched

A himbo who knows he’s hot and is decidedly charming in his self-assurance? Balthus is a unique one. “Debonair King of Grappling” indeed.

Most likely to be smooched by: Constance, Hilda

Likely scenario: “Payment” from Constance

Constance- Bubbly Smoocher/Heart Eyes Smooched

Ok, Constance has to be noted on both ends of the spectrum. Her jolly aristocrat personality would likely use a face full of kisses from a beauty such as her as a reward for service since her noble house doesn’t have the funds or influence to offer. Depending on who she’s thanking, they might actually wear those kisses around as proof of how close they are to nobility.

As for her depressed personality, anyone who gives her a bunch of smooches is almost certainly a god(dess) in her eyes. The only question is whether she’d immediately wash them off as she considers herself unworthy of such affection, or would refuse to clean her face as she wouldn’t dare erase the proof of such magnanimous love.

Most likely to smooch: Balthus, Hapi, Ferdinand, Mercedes

Most likely to be smooched by: Mercedes, Hapi

Likely scenarios: “Rewarding” assistance to House Nuvelle, Mercedes being goofy

Hapi- Mischievous Smoocher

She’s not the most affectionate or flirtatious person, but she is a fan of messing with people, so she could make a target of an embarrassed or annoyed smooched if the mood struck her.

Most likely to smooch: Ashe, Linhardt, Yuri, Balthus

Likely scenario: Flustering knight boy (Ashe,) punishing Linhardt for napping in her favorite spot

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jepsolell · 2 years

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🎈Una sala que ha revivido momentos de esplendor / A room experiencing again splendor moments - 🇪🇸Seguro que muchos de vosotros habréis visto el besamanos que ofrecieron los reyes en el salón del trono del Palacio Real en la pasada cena de bienvenida a los miembros de la @nato . En ella jefes de estado extranjeros penetran desde la antecámara oficial y pasan por la saleta oficial hasta llegar a realizar el saludo a SSMM en el trono. ¿Pero a donde se dirigen luego? El siguiente espacio es la saleta de Carlos III. Este espacio destaca por una decoración ecléctica donde apreciamos, en primer lado, los estucos y su bóveda: los primeros fueron diseñados por Sabatini y ejecutados en 1763 por Andreoli. La parte pictórica en 1774 por Anton Mengs, representando la apoteosis de Trajano. En lo que concierne al mobiliario encontramos cuatro consolas de época Carlos III (concebidas para otro espacio), candelabros imperio y dos magníficas arañas de época fernandina realizadas en París. Por último y no mas importante, 4 escenas mitológicas y romanas de Luca Giordano cuelgan desde el reinado de Fernando VII en los extremos de esta sala. - 🇺🇸Surely many of you have seen the receivement that the kings offered in the throne room at the welcome dinner for the members of the @nato. There, foreign heads of state entered from the official antechamber and went through the official hall until they reach the SSMM salute in the next room. But where do they go next? The next space is the parlor of Carlos III. This space stands out for its eclectic decoration where, in the first place, the stuccoes and its vault stand out: the first ones were designed by Sabatini and executed in 1763 by Andreoli. The pictorial part in 1774 by Anton Mengs, represents the apotheosis of Trajan. Regarding the furniture, we find four consoles from the Carlos III period (conceived for another space), empire chandeliers and two magnificent chandeliers from the Fernandina period made in Paris. Last but not least, 4 mythological and Roman scenes by Luca Giordano hang from the reign of Ferdinand VII at the ends of this room. (at Palacio Real De Madrid) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfcMEbWIaEA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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cockysassy · 1 year

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A new Search and Rescue Centre is being built on the Island of Sodor as a base of operations for Harold, Rocky and a new lifeboat named Captain. Special, strong, deep-red Jobi wood from Hiro's homeland is being used to make the Centre. All the engines are very excited and all of them want to help deliver the Jobi wood to the Rescue Centre. Frustrated at being teased by Thomas for not being a steam engine, Diesel decides to prove his superiority over the steam engines by taking the Jobi wood to the Rescue Centre himself and races down the tracks. Thomas sees that Diesel is going too fast and chases after him. The chase leads to Thomas saves Diesel from falling over the edge of the unfinished bridge overlooking the Rescue Centre, but the Jobi wood crashes into the sea below. Now the Rescue Centre cannot be built.

As a reward for his daring rescue, Thomas is allowed to visit a Search and Rescue Centre on the Mainland. He is then told there is no room on the steam boat, but Thomas notices a raft behind the boat and asks to be carried on it. Thomas says goodbye to his friends at Brendam Docks and heads across the sea to the Mainland. That night the raft carrying Thomas becomes separated from the steam boat and Thomas ends up alone and stranded on the mysterious Misty Island - a wild and wonderful island with a multitude of secret hideouts, rickety tracks and bridges. Thomas discovers that the island has its own railway and meets the three engines, known as the "Logging Locos", who run it - Ferdinand, Bash and Dash. Although they offer him to join them, he rejects them out of fear of them and attempts to look for a way off the island. Meanwhile, out at sea, Harold and Captain carry out a search party to look for Thomas as the Fat Controller rallies the engines to look for Thomas on Sodor.

Thomas later tries to go to the logging locos for help, though they are angry at him for rejecting them. Thomas also notices that Misty Island has a plentiful supply of the rare Jobi wood and attempts to try and take them back to Sodor, but has trouble dealing with the loading crane Ol' Wheezy and uses the last of the oil to try and (unsuccessfully) use it on the other machine, Hee-Haw. Despite this, the others help Thomas get the Jobi Wood and he attempts to find his way back to Sodor with the logging locos and uncovers a tunnel that connects the two islands.

Thomas decides to go through the tunnel back to Sodor, but he and the Logging Locos get trapped after the tunnel falls in and they run out of fuel. Thomas however manages to make smoke signals Salty told him about. After being spotted by Percy, the Fat Controller, James, Edward and Gordon sail to Misty Island in hopes of finding Thomas while Percy and Whiff go through the tunnel.

Meanwhile, Thomas gets upset about how what he'd done. The Logging Locos however comfort him for what he did and laugh with him about how they were initially from the mainland until they were sent away for being naughty. They are soon rescued as Percy and Whiff come to the blockade, break through to Thomas and they all puff back to Sodor. Thomas introduces Bash, Dash and Ferdinand to Sodor. After finding out that the Fat Controller, Edward, Gordon and James are on Misty Island, Thomas rushes back there again and finds them to the delight of everyone.

After the Logging Locos are given the Sodor treatment at the Steamworks, they help to build the Rescue Centre. They finish it in time and it is soon opened, and the Misty Island Tunnel is restored so the engines can visit anytime. The Fat Controller welcomes the Logging Locos to Sodor and all the engines laugh and celebrate with their new friends.

In the last scene, Diesel 10 rolls up on the mountain ledge, sniggers and glares down at the engines laughing with their new friends at the Search and Rescue Centre, remarking that they will laugh on the other side of their boilers soon...

Why are you doing this???

#anonymous #asks

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jammyjams1910 · 1 year

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I need this as a bedtime story

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tada-no-honzuki · 2 years

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Ascendance of a Bookworm (24) Part 5 Volume 3 Chapter 12

This translation is not supposed to replace the official releases of the light novel series. Please purchase the official light novel when it becomes available!

Dinner with Ferdinand

"Wouldn't it be better to place the time-stopping magic tool over here? Then the cart will be able to pass by without issue.”

“He is still bringing three retainers, isn’t he?"

After we returned from the Interduchy Tournament, the attendants saw to the final preparations of the tea party room. As I looked around, I nodded to myself. Everything was perfect. All that was left was waiting for Ferdinand to arrive.

"I believe you have your own preparations to take care of before dinner, so you may return to your rooms for now," Rihyarda, who had overseen the preparations of the tea party room, said to the apprentices. They nodded in understanding and left the room to get ready for dinner. The only people remaining in the room, other than me and Rihyarda, were Sylvester, Wilfried, their adult attendants, and the knights who would be guarding us during dinner.

Soon a bell rang outside the door.

"Lord Ferdinand has arrived." One of Sylvester’s retainers announced as he opened the door.

Justus, Ferdinand, Eckhart, and an unfamiliar face entered the room. The stranger was pushing a cart with a large time-stopping tool on it. I realized he must be the attendant assigned to Ferdinand by Ahrensbach.

"Welcome back, Lord Ferdinand," I said excitedly. Ferdinand blinked at me in surprise, then replied, "...yeah".

"Lord Ferdinand, don't just say “...yeah",” I berated him. “Please say "Yes, I am back". Manners are important, right?"

"…...I'm back." Ferdinand reluctantly echoed the words, then immediately looked away to greet Sylvester and Wilfried. "I apologize for asking so much of you. We shall be in your care for the night. I believe Wilfried has met Justus and Eckhart before, right? This here is Sergius. He is the son of Lady Letizia's head attendant. He was assigned to me by Ahrensbach."

I suppose that meant he was not part of Georgine's faction. I looked up at Sergius. He had blue-green hair and pea-green eyes and carried a calm smile on his face that was appropriate for an attendant.

"It's nice to meet you."

With the greetings and introductions over, Sylvester offered Ferdinand a seat. Then told Wilfried and me to sit down as well, while he started readying himself to leave the room.

"I'll be having dinner with the students, so I have to leave for now. Do not scold Rozemyne too much, Ferdinand. That can wait till tomorrow." Sylvester said, then left the tearoom, adding, "I'll rejoin you after dinner."

As Sylvester rushed away, Ferdinand muttered, "You shouldn't have bothered waiting for me to arrive if you were planning to stop by later anyway...", mostly to himself.

"I suppose he really must have wanted to see you,” I mused. “......that reminds me, Lord Ferdinand. As you asked, I came first in class. And our joint research received a prize. Come on, praise me!"

I very desperately wanted him to praise me before starting a lecture. I would happily listen to any lecture without complaints, if only he praised me first. Sylvester had told me he was certain to congratulate me, if I boasted a little about my achievements, so that is exactly what I did. However, against all expectations, he gently smacked me on the forehead instead.

…what just happened?

"Why did you hit me!?" I cried.

"Before I even think of praising you, there are questions that need to be answered, don't you think?" Ferdinand said with a scowl. He reached out for my cheeks, probably to pinch them, so I quickly covered them with my hands to stop him.

"Didn't Sylvester just tell you to ease up on the scolding for today?” I rebuked. “So, forget about the lectures, praise me first! I am prepared to listen to any lecture after that.”

"Instead of preparing yourself to be lectured, I would rather see you adopt the mental fortitude to cease doing anything that you know will earn you a scolding," Ferdinand said. As he shook his head in exasperation, I pouted my lips with a soft grumble. This was strange. Even though I came first in class, Ferdinand refused to utter even a single word of praise.

"As I said, forget about the lectures, praise me first! If you will not praise me for coming first in class, then what must I do to be praised?”

When I vented my frustration, Ferdinand said,"...well done.", in the most monotone voice I ever heard.

...no, no, no! This is not what I want!

"Could you at least put some feeling in it!?” I pouted. “Like, with the stuffed shumil..."

"I'm sorry about that, Rozemyne. I failed to stop her from taking the magic tool you were planning to gift to someone else."

As I tried to convey to Ferdinand that I wanted him to praise me as he had at the Interduchy Tournament, he unexpectedly cut me off with an apology. The bitter face he made was the same one he always wore whenever Veronica came up in conversation. I guessed that watching Detlinde take my stuffed shumil away had made it even more clear how much she resembled her grandmother.

...yikes, I seem to have touched upon some peculiar trauma.

"Erm, Lord Ferdinand. I do not want you to apologize, I just want you to praise me.” I said. “Moreover, I don’t believe it is something you need to apologize for in the first place."

"But...."

“What happened?” Wilfried asked. As I quickly explained the situation to Wilfried, because he had been socializing at another table during the incident, while insisting, "It's not a big deal", he replied, "Yeah, that's certainly not Uncle's fault."

"See, Wilfried agrees,” I said. “All right, let's forget the compliments and apologies. Let me show you the room." I swiftly diverted Ferdinand’s attention, before he could apologize again.

I got up from my seat and started walking towards the far end of the room. "Rihyarda worked very hard to prepare everything," I assured him.

"Milady was very determined to make you as comfortable as possible, Lord Ferdinand," Rihyarda said with a chuckle, likely to lighten the atmosphere in the room, before showing us around. As much as we were taking Ferdinand on a tour of the room, it also served as an explanation for his attendants.

"Right over here we prepared a place for you to sleep, Lord Ferdinand. As you might have expected, we could not install a canopy, but I pray the screens will be enough to allow you to get some sleep."

She also explained where he might put his luggage, and where he might find the magic tools used in daily life. As it slowly turned into a conversation between attendants, I pulled on Ferdinand's sleeve and pointed at the chaise longue.

"Look, Lord Ferdinand, we brought it over from Ehrenfest for today."

"They finished it?" He asked in surprise.

"Yes.” I said “I believe it will be more comfortable to sleep on than a regular daybed. Please try it for yourself."

Intrigued, Ferdinand sat down and pressed the cushioning several times to check its comfort, allowing me to take a closer look at his face. There was no denying it, he looked awfully pale.

"Yes, this feels good," he said with a satisfied smile, but it wasn't enough to hide the fatigue burning in his eyes.

...a diet of Ultra Nasty Potions, I guess?

As I tried to gauge Ferdinand's state of mind from his complexion, Wilfried whispered, "Rozemyne, what's with this daybed?" He clearly had never seen a cushioned daybed before.

"It's the latest invention of my Gutenbergs,” I explained. “Ferdinand ordered one for himself, but he moved to Ahrensbach before it was finished."

While I explained that they had only just finished it, Ferdinand smugly stroked the mattress and told Wilfried, "You may touch it if you want." Wilfried needed no further encouragement, he curiously approached the chaise longue, and so did Oswald.

"If you take a good rest tonight, your exhausted face may gain some color again,” I said. “Although, I do not think I have seen you this exhausted in a long time, Lord Ferdinand. You look as pale as the Zent did during the dedication ritual. What on earth have you been doing in Ahrensbach?"

At my remark, Wilfried peered at Ferdinand with a questioning look and tilted his head in confusion.

"I don't think he looks any different from usual...” He muttered. “I am surprised you can tell."

"You and Ferdinand rarely spent time together, so I'm not too surprised you can't tell."

On top of that, due to years of harassment by Veronica, Ferdinand had become an absolute expert at hiding his emotions. It was impossible to tell what he was feeling unless you were remarkably close to him.

Ferdinand grimaced as Wilfried kept staring at his face, then turned to look at me.

"Rozemyne, you don't look too good yourself." He said while reaching out his hand toward me. "It would seem you haven't taken any rest between the Interduchy Tournament and the Awards Ceremony. Aren't you pushing yourself too much?"

As I reminded myself once again not to poke the bear, he lightly pinched my cheek, then continued with the usual health examination. He touched my forehead and wrist to check my temperature and pulse. I softly closed my eyes. I had missed the smooth touch of his hands so much.

"Thanks to you, I have become much healthier,” I replied. “I did not even collapse in the middle of the day. Besides, I'm falling ill way less often, and when I do, I recover within two days."

"I do think you have a slight fever,” Ferdinand said. “Have you taken any potions since returning from the Interduchy Tournament? At this rate, I fear you won't make it through tomorrow."

Maybe the cool touch of his hand on my neck felt so pleasant, because of the slight fever.

"I drank one of the kindness-infused potions, so I think I'll be okay..." I answered.

"I see, that's good then. Please continue developing strength through regular exercise. You are still relying on the enhancement bracelets, aren't you?"

Ferdinand let go of me after completing the general check-up. When I replied, "I'll do my best" and opened my eyes, I noticed Wilfried looking at me in wonder.

"Is something wrong, Wilfried?" I asked.

"No, I'm just a little surprised."

As I wondered what had startled him, I noticed his hand was resting on the sofa's cushioning. The coiled mattress must have surprised him.

"This chaise longue can't be mass-produced yet,” I said. “And it has still room for improvement, but it's quite comfortable, don't you think?"

“Huh? Yeah. That is right… " Wilfried stammered, while looking between me and Ferdinand with a forced smile on his face as he pushed the cushioning repeatedly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"No, it's nothing. It is nothing.” Wilfried said hastily. “Say, Oswald, don't you think it's time we start the final preparations for dinner?"

Oswald sent us a concerned look, but immediately got to work at Wilfried's inquiry. The attendants carried a large time-stopping tool into the room that was filled to the brim with tonight's dinner, and several dishes I had prepared for Ferdinand to bring to Ahrensbach.

Incidentally, I borrowed this time-stopping tool from Elvira. She had graciously accepted to let me borrow it when I pleaded to her, "I want to gift Lord Ferdinand lots of delicious food", and immediately send it to the temple by carriage.

"Justus, I suppose it will take some time to check the dishes I prepared for you to bring to Ahrensbach, so you may do it while we're eating,” I offered.

"Thank you, Milady. Ehrenfest's cuisine proved particularly useful whenever Lord Ferdinand lost his appetite. I didn't expect to get a fresh supply today, so that would be extremely helpful."

Judging from Justus's words, Ferdinand was definitely overworking himself. When I glanced sharply at Ferdinand, he grumbled, "I suppose I have no choice", then added, "Sergius, I ask that you serve me tonight."

"As you wish, Lord Ferdinand," Sergius replied.

Thus, dinner began. Today's menu basically consisted of Ferdinand's favorite dishes. Since the dormitory’s chefs had been busy with the preparations for the Interduchy Tournament, and the castle’s chefs had been preoccupied with winter socializing arrangements, they didn’t have time to make the double consommé Ferdinand loved so much. For that reason, today's dinner had been prepared by the High Priest’s temple chefs and transported to the castle in Elvira's time-stopping magic tool.

"Hm? Did you use tauschen meat?" Wilfried asked in surprise.

Since they were hard to catch, tauschen wasn’t served in the dormitory. I nodded and whispered, "Don't tell anyone else."

Since our dinner had been prepared by the temple’s chefs, we were eating different dishes than everyone else in the dining hall. A lot of rare and expensive ingredients had been used to prepare our meal tonight.

“The temple chefs decided to add it to the menu, because Lord Ferdinand likes a good pome stew with tauschen and consommé.”

The High Priest’s temple chefs had happily accepted to prepare the food and adjusted the menu and seasoning to suit Ferdinand's tastes.

“Isn't it nice to eat a meal made by your former personal chefs again?” I asked Ferdinand.

"......it is.” He agreed. “Do tell them I enjoyed the meal."

The gentle look on Ferdinand's face, as he savored the pome stew with tauschen meat, showed he was genuinely enjoying his dinner.

During the meal, we mostly discussed the conversations Wilfried had had during the Interduchy Tournament.

“Our joint research with Dunkelfelger attracted a lot of attention,” Wilfried explained. “And a lot of duchies expressed interest in doing joint research with us next year. Though, I turned down any duchy that I could refuse without causing a major incident.”

"Oh...! It just goes to show how much Ehrenfest's rank has risen since I attended the Royal Academy."

Wilfried smiled wryly as Ferdinand expressed his admiration.

"Father told me he doesn't want us to raise our rank any further.” He sighed. “Because Ehrenfest won't be able to keep up."

"......so, you went overboard?" Ferdinand asked. As he fixed me with a piercing look, I confirmed, "Well, I suppose you can say that." There were certain parts where I may have overdone it a little. "However, it seems they accepted my suggestion to give Ehrenfest the same treatment as the duchies on the winning side of the civil war, instead of raising our rank,” I continued. “Besides, I felt they were speaking far too badly about Sylvester, so I kinda just......"

"It's not that I don't understand your desire to retaliate, but anytime you act on impulse, something blows up in your face.” Ferdinand sighed. “I am fairly sure I told you to always stop, think and discuss everything before you act, yet you do not seem to learn. Am I wrong?"

I slightly hang my head as Ferdinand chastised me. Although I wasn’t about to stop him from lecturing me, because I thought it would help him to relieve some stress, I did wish he would wait until after dinner.

“Uncle, even though Rozemyne was repeatedly told to stay away from royalty, she kept making new connections one after another,” Wilfried said. “Please scold her more firmly."

Ferdinand glared at Wilfried with squinted eyes.

"You should work harder to rein her in. Rozemyne will not learn unless you reprimand her the moment she steps out of line. Besides, Sylvester told me not to scold her too much."

...excuse me, what?

I was genuinely surprised when Ferdinand declared, albeit with a displeased look on his face, that he intended to hold off on the scolding,

"You say you intend to listen to Sylvester's request, yet you have been chastising me all evening!” I pouted. “What do you call that?"

"Simply reminders,” Ferdinand replied coolly. “If I was truly scolding you, it wouldn't end with some lukewarm words."

It seemed that tonight’s chastising wasn't within the scope of what Ferdinand called "a scolding".

"You, and Wilfried too...... deserve one hell of a scolding,” Ferdinand said with a dazzling smile. “But I'm keeping it to a minimum."

As one, Wilfried and I shook our heads, trembling in fear. If this was the minimum, I didn't even want to consider what the maximum was.

By the time we finished our dinner sprinkled with chastising remarks and started on our tea, Justus had finished filling their time-stopping magic tool with meals, so he could switch places with Sergius. Around the same time, Wilfried and my retainers had finished their meals too and returned to the room. This allowed Rihyarda, Oswald, and the knights who had guarded us to momentarily step away to eat their dinner.

"That reminds me, how did this winter's hunt go?” Ferdinand asked. “Did it end without any problems?"

"Well, it seems the hunt is over,” I replied. “However, I do not know the details since we were at the Royal Academy. If you want to know more, please ask Sylvester."

As I answered Ferdinand's question about the purge, Wilfried raised his arm to stop me with a grim look on his face.

"Rozemyne, Uncle has moved to another duchy.” He reminded me. “You cannot discuss Ehrenfest's internal affairs with him so easily."

He had gone to Ahrensbach to gather information about Georgine and protect Ehrenfest from afar. If we didn't share any information with him, it would greatly inconvenience Ferdinand.

"But Wilfried, Lord Ferdinand is..."

"Rozemyne, stop."

Before I could explain my thinking to Wilfried, Ferdinand stopped me and glanced at the screen separating the space reserved for his retainers, where Sergius currently was.

"Wilfried is right.” He agreed. “The information that you pass on to me must be carefully selected. Times have changed."

“I understand that, but I still think that sharing information is important,” I said stubbornly. When I send him an unhappy look because I feared Ferdinand may feel isolated in Ahrensbach, he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

"I will discuss Ehrenfest's internal affairs with Sylvester. As for you... let’s see. Let us talk about that stuffed shumil. Whom were you going to give it to? I suppose I must make amends?"

"As I said, I don't want your apologies, Lord Ferdinand..."

"Lady Rozemyne." Lieseletta interrupted me. After asking for my permission to continue, she grinned and softly whispered, "Why don't you accept his apology? I think you should allow Lord Ferdinand to make amends if that will ease his mind."

I didn't want him to apologize, because I felt Detlinde was in the wrong, but if it would ease Ferdinand's mind, I didn't mind accepting his apology.

"But how would he make amends...?" I asked.

"Why don't you ask Lord Ferdinand to create a new recording tool for you?” Lieseletta suggested. “It will allow Lord Ferdinand to make amends, and if he records a message for you, Lady Rozemyne, that will make you happy too, wouldn't it?"

She immediately spread out a piece of cloth with a teleportation circle on it. Then made brewing pots and ingredients emerge from it one after another. It seems she had prepared for everything to be teleported in from the brewing room. In the blink of an eye, a corner of the tea party room had turned into a brewing space.

"As you might expect, we couldn't prepare a proper brewing table, so please make use of this table,” Lieseletta explained. “Lord Ferdinand, please make a replacement recording tool for Lady Rozemyne."

Ferdinand's lips curved into a smile upon hearing Lieseletta's request, leaving no trace of the stunned look he had had on his face as a brewing space appeared right before his eyes.

"Indeed, if I make her a replacement that should suffice.” He agreed. “We do not have much time. Care to assist me, Rozemyne?"

"Sure, I have made a lot of them already. You can count on me."

Ferdinand eagerly started gathering the ingredients we would need. Though he was doing this supposedly to make amends, he was clearly enjoying himself. As Ferdinand's dark, tired eyes started to come back to life, I send an extraordinarily bright smile Lieseletta's way.

"Don't just stand there.” Ferdinand barked. “Give us a hand. Any scholar apprentice should be able to manage these preparations."

After giving instructions to me and Wilfried, Ferdinand also assigned work to our scholar apprentices. Meanwhile, he started drawing up the blueprint. It seems he already knew how to make the tool, because he had received a full report from Raimund.

"Now, I was told to make one for you, Rozemyne, but won't you need another one for the original recipient?" Ferdinand asked while several scholar apprentices started cleaning the necessary equipment with waschen. I briefly pondered the question.

"To be honest, I was actually planning to give it to Lady Letizia,” I admitted. “I wanted to record some words of encouragement for her, and warnings meant for you, because you are being too harsh on her."

"Yeah. She definitely needs those.” Wilfried agreed. “When I took Uncle's lessons with you, Rozemyne, I couldn't help but feel that he gave too many assignments and that his expectations are way too high."

It seems Wilfried had been buried under a mountain of assignments in the two years I was asleep. With an increasingly distant look on his face, he continued cleaning the equipment together with the scholar apprentices.

"Oh, you agree with me, Wilfried? That praise is absolutely necessary?”

I immediately started listing the sentences I was considering recording for Letizia. As Ferdinand gave me an increasingly horrified look, Justus said, "It must be lady Letizia's letter", with a laugh. I nodded in response to Justus’s remark. Unlike Ferdinand, he seemed to have properly grasped the contents of the letter.

"Since Sergius is closely related to Lady Letizia's head attendant, it might be wise to register the magic tool to his mana.” I mused. “Lady Letizia has been separated from her family to be adopted, right? If possible, I would like to record some messages from her parents in Drewanchel as well. Because hearing one's family's voices is the greatest comfort of all."

"......I see,” Ferdinand said. “Then, if I make one that you can give to Letizia, one to record her parent's voices, one that I will give to you, and one more for good measure, which will be four in total. Is that enough?". Then went on to tell the scholar apprentices, "Weigh these ingredients for me", and handed them a piece of paper detailing the ingredients and amounts. They immediately got on it. Once an ingredient had been weighed, Ferdinand or I would finish preparing it by removing any unnecessary affinities and chopping everything up, so they would dissolve better.

"Wow, you're quick."

“I have never in my life seen anyone prepare anything so meticulously before. This level of adjusting ingredients goes way over my head.”

When I had taught my scholar apprentices how to make my rejuvenation potions, Hartmut hadn't batted an eye. Philine and Roderick, however, hadn't been of much help. Ignaz and the other archscholar apprentices were much the same right now. Maybe it was due to the fact they'd never seen Ferdinand brew before, but the most they could manage was watch with stunned looks on their faces.

"Huh? You are doing all of this at once?" One asked.

"Indeed. I was taught that it helps to save time.” I explained. “This way, it evens out the quality of the ingredients. ......I'm done, Lord Ferdinand."

As I handed the ingredients I had prepared to Ferdinand, Justus smiled at Ignaz and the others while doing the same.

“The key is getting used to it,” Justus remarked. “I think you're mainly lacking experience and expertise."

"Since I make my own rejuvenation potions, it's inevitable that I gain more experience," I said. I probably had more experience brewing than any scholar apprentice my age. Besides, Ferdinand had been the first to teach me, so I had learned to do the unreasonable very efficiently. "Ferdinand made a lot of changes to the methods taught in class to increase their efficiency, I think you can learn a lot just watching him.”

As Ignaz and the others carefully watched Ferdinand's every move, he transformed his schtappe and proceeded to brew while drawing a time-cutting magic circle.

...hmm, I still can't use time-cutting magic circles right from the start.

When brewing, one would decide when to add the next ingredient by carefully observing the previously added ingredients as they slowly changed, but if you used a time-cutting magic circle, the changes would be nearly instant. It was easy to miss the correct moment, and you were highly likely to fail. Therefore, I could only use the time-cutting magic circle once I had added all the ingredients and it was time to simply stir everything while adding more mana.

...I'll have to work even harder if I ever wish to catch up with Lord Ferdinand.

When it was time to stir everything with mana, Ferdinand murmured, "Justus, add another time-cutting circle." As the scholar apprentices let out a groan, Justus replied, "As you wish.", and started drawing a time-cutting magic circle above the brewing pot.

Since your mana was pulled out at a higher speed when you used a time-cutting magic circle, it would be harder to control. I had never seen him double them up. Ferdinand glanced at me as I anxiously watched Justus draw the second magic circle with practiced hands.

"Rozemyne, I want you to add another one when Justus is done."

"You want to triple them up?” I asked in shock. “Are you sure? Will you be all right?"

"I said we don't have much time, didn't I? Do you think I cannot manage it?"

"Of course not." I conceded. Ferdinand never fought a battle he could not win. I knew that much. But I had not seen this coming. In fact, the scholar apprentices were struck dumb and seemed to have lost all understanding of the situation.

Wilfried on the other hand watched the proceedings as if they were nothing unusual, merely muttering, "I still don't get how this works." This was likely because he had witnessed my non-standard brewing methods on multiple occasions in class.

"Well then, Milady. Your turn." Justus said.

As the scholar apprentices shifted their gaze to me, I switched with Justus and started drawing another time-cutting magic circle with my schtappe. I could tell Ferdinand was completely focused on the brewing pot and the completion of the magic circle, so that he may match his mana output to the piled time-cutting circles.

The moment I completed the circle, Ferdinand tightened his grip on his mixing stick. Due to the tripled-up time-cutting circles, a lot of mana was sucked out all at once, but judging by the defiant smile on his lips as he stared at the brewing pot, he was enjoying the increase in difficulty.

"......it's done."

Normally it would take nearly a bell to finish one recording tool. Ferdinand, however, had finished four of them at once in a very short period of time. A sense of accomplishment washed over his face, as he took them out of the pot. I was glad to see he was satisfied.

"All right, it's time to clean up,” Lieseletta said. “We can't just leave the brewing equipment lying around." The brewing tools had to be returned to the brewing room. "I have already prepared a teleportation circle in the brewing room. Can someone go there to retrieve everything?"

Lieseletta spread out a teleportation circle meant to send items and started cleaning the equipment, then putting it on the circle. Realizing the attendants had promptly started cleaning up, a few of the scholar apprentices quickly left for the brewing room to receive the items.

"The scholar apprentices shall clean up the brewing equipment." One of them announced.

"Okay. Thank you very much." Lieseletta said.

The remaining scholar apprentices took the brewing equipment from Lieseletta's hands and placed them on the teleportation circle after carefully cleaning them with waschen. Every time the teleportation circle glowed, the instruments and ingredients placed on top of it disappeared. It was quite fascinating to see.

After observing the scholar apprentices for a while as they cleaned up, Ferdinand returned to the now empty table, and let out a sigh. Sergius, who had finished his dinner while we were brewing, immediately started pouring him a fresh cup of tea. Wilfried and I sat down as well and had our own attendants pour us a fresh cup.

"I didn't think you would be able to make four magic tools in such a short amount of time," I said, after briefly looking at the recording tools lined up on the table, then smiled at Ferdinand. "Well then, Lord Ferdinand, you made four recording tools, please don't forget to pay the fee for using my blueprints.”

“I didn't use your blueprints.” Ferdinand objected. “I remembered them myself.”

“Still, it's a blueprint to which I bought the rights,” I explained. “And I need that money to secure the future of researchers like Raimund.”

Considering he had basically made the recording tools for me, I felt bad asking him to pay up. However, I needed the money to make Raimund understand that "My research is wonderful enough that people will pay for it” and raise awareness of the idea of intellectual property rights. When I explained the idea of intellectual property rights to Ferdinand, which I wanted to implement just like royalties, Ferdinand responded, "Your way of thinking is as bizarre as ever", then ordered Justus to pay me.

“The Printing and Blacksmithing Guilds haven't run into any issues yet,” I mused. “But it may be necessary to set up an agency to regulate and enforce patents on magic tools for the nobility as well.”

"You can think about that after you have firmly established the practice of buying manuscripts and paying royalties based on book sales,” Ferdinand said. “It will be easier to convince any researchers to adopt the system once it has already proven itself. Do not try to do everything at once. It's one of your bad habits."

Ferdinand explained to me that it was essential I raise awareness among the researchers by paying out royalties for blueprints I personally bought and build up a good track record by ensuring royalties based on book sales were paid.

...it will require a lot of arduous work.

The scholar apprentices, who had finished cleaning up, returned to the tea party room. They were excitedly chattering among themselves, "God, that was amazing!" "How do you get that good?" Though Ferdinand responded to their questions with a smile, somehow, he suddenly looked utterly exhausted. As if the exhilaration of a job well done had passed and the accumulated fatigue had set in at once.

"Sylvester is still going to come over later, isn't he?” I asked. “Would you like me to heal you?"

"......if you don't mind."

I looked around the tea party room. It wasn't just Ferdinand, Justus and Eckhart looked pretty beaten too. Sergius seemed a little tired as well, and so did the attendants and scholars who had gotten caught up in the impromptu brewing session.

I stood up, took out my schtappe, and chanted, "Streitkolben" to transform it into the Staff of Flutrane and healed everyone in the tea party room.

"What the...?" Ferdinand exclaimed.

Even though I had gone to great lengths to heal him, for some reason, Ferdinand started massaging his temples with a pained expression.

"......huh? Did it not work?" I asked.

"To improve this much, it's abnormal.” He muttered. “It's been only one season, how on earth......"

"Huh? Huh?"

Had I done something to warrant this reaction? I didn't think I had done anything out of the ordinary, so I hadn't the faintest clue why Ferdinand was massaging his temples. However, when he tapped his finger on the table and told me to "Sit down" I knew a lecture was coming.

After I disappeared Flutrane's staff, I ever so slightly moved my chair further away from Ferdinand while pretending to sit down.

"Now, Rozemyne. Why did you decide to use Flutrane's staff to heal everyone?" Ferdinand asked.

“Because it's more convenient if I want to heal multiple people at once,” I explained matter-of-factly. “If I use my ring, I must heal people one by one, right? But, with Flutrane's staff, I can heal a large number of people all at once. It proved very useful after the dedication ceremony at the Royal Academy."

Ferdinand sighed deeply at my explanation.

When Wilfried tried to warn me, "Rozemyne, don't say..." I smiled in response. "I don't think this is anything we need to keep secret, Wilfried. Everyone who attended the ritual already knows, right?”

"That's true, but...” Wilfried agreed. “I'm anxious about what else you may say."

Despite Wilfried's misgivings, I decided to share some other information that was basically public knowledge as well and likely would help me avoid a lecture.

"I have grown while you were away, Lord Ferdinand. I can now make two Divine Instruments at the same time." I boasted.

"......so that was not a slip of the pen or a misinterpretation on my part?" Ferdinand groaned.

Apparently, Ferdinand had had trouble understanding the letter I had written with noble euphemisms so it may pass inspection.

"It is not that different from a knight making a sword and a shield at the same time,” I said confidently. “Even the Royals agreed with me. One of these days I will be able to make multiple shields at once, just like you, Lord Ferdinand. Please look forward to it."

As I conveyed my ambitions with a smile, Ferdinand closed his eyes tightly, like he had a bad headache.

"It's obviously not the same." He grumbled.

“Then, what's the difference?” I asked.

"No, forget it. Nothing I say right now will make the situation any better.” He sighed. “I moved to another duchy. What you do is not my problem."

When Ferdinand dismissively waved me away, Wilfried looked at him in surprise.

"Speaking of which, those mana-only rejuvenation potions of you that we handed out after the dedication ritual seem to be quite valuable,” I said. “Even the Royals were very impressed."

"......what about it?" Ferdinand looked at me with a face that suggested he didn't have the will to argue anymore.

"I just thought they are likely to sell well and might prove useful to avoid being implicated should Detlinde do something that might incur the displeasure of Royalty,” I explained offhandedly. “It might be good to keep it as a trump card."

I had barely spoken the words, or Ferdinand fixed me with an intense glare.

"Rozemyne, you think Detlinde is up to something? If it is something I can prevent, tell me, now!"

"Wilfried, may I tell him about the hairpins and the sparkly dedication whirl?”

".......yes, that's fine."

With Wilfried's permission, I explained to Ferdinand that there was a high chance Detlinde would do up her hair more extravagantly than the Royals by wearing all the hairpins she ordered at once and that it was likely that she would try to make feystones glow to perform a sparkly dedication whirl.

"I can't allow her to disrespect the Royal family like that,” Ferdinand grumbled. “I will take out the hairpins by force if I must. But what is that about a sparkly dedication whirl?"

"It all started when Rozemyne accidentally made a bunch of feystones glow during dedication whirl practice,” Wilfried explained. “Because she had trouble controlling her mana right after the Invocation ritual."

As Wilfried identified me as the cause of the problem, I quickly added, "But I didn't give any blessings! The feystones were just glowing. Aren't you proud of me?"

As Ferdinand dismissed me with a glance, Wilfried shook his head and said, “I don't know why you're proud of that,” before continuing his explanation. "Rozemyne stood out like a sore thumb during practice, yet Detlinde said at our tea party among cousins that she would like to replicate the sight during the dedication whirl of the coming-of-age ceremony."

"Rozemyne, you are truly......" Ferdinand started.

"I-I'm not the only one to blame!” I protested. “What happened during practice was beyond my control. However, Wilfried willfully advised her that it would be easier to make the feystones glow if she used stones of a lower quality."

If she had followed his advice and prepared feystones that suited her, Wilfried was more responsible for this outcome than I. As I tattled on Wilfried, Ferdinand fixed him with a piercing glare. "It seems you've done something completely unnecessary."

As Ferdinand started to lecture Wilfried, Brunhilde gently tapped me on the shoulder.

"Lady Rozemyne, it is almost seventh bell. If you wish to entrust Lord Sergius with a recording tool for Lady Letizia, please do it as soon as possible." Brunhilde whispered to me. She feared I had completely forgotten about it.

Since it was also the perfect way to save Wilfried from the lecture, I softly pulled on Ferdinand's sleeve.

"Lord Ferdinand, if I entrust one of these magic tools to Lord Sergius, could he contact Lady Letizia's family and ask them to record some words of encouragement for her?"

I could not ask this favor of Sergius directly. He was Ferdinand's retainer after all. Ferdinand stopped lecturing Wilfried and turned his gaze to Sergius.

"What do you say, Sergius? Could you contact Lady Letizia's parents?"

“I can.” He replied. “I grew up in Drewanchel."

Apparently, Sergius grew up in Drewanchel and had accompanied his parents when Letizia moved to Ahrensbach upon being adopted. As a result, he had many acquaintances in Drewanchel.

"Then, let's register this recording tool to your mana,” I said. “If you don't mind, could you also deliver my words of encouragement to her?"

"Of course. I will make sure to convey your regards to Lady Letizia, Lady Rozemyne."

Sergius pea green eyes narrowed slightly as he gently smiled at me. I asked Ferdinand to give one of the recording tools to Sergius, then taught him how to use it. With his help, I recorded my words of encouragement for Letizia into the magic tool. "You are working very hard, Lady Letizia.", "Lord Ferdinand, do not be so harsh. " and "Remember to give praise once in a while."

"What on earth is that for?" Ferdinand groaned.

"Make sure to properly praise her when Lady Letizia pulls it out,” I said without fear. “A stiff delivery won't cut it.” I proceeded to ignore Ferdinand's fierce glare and entrusted the tool to Sergius. "We don't have time to make the stuffed shumil, so please ask Lady Letizia's attendants to take care of that?"

"Sergius, why don't you send an ordonnanz to Drewanchel right now?” Ferdinand suggested. “I think it's best to finish the recordings tomorrow.... "

"Thank you. Then, if you'll excuse me for a moment."

When Sergius disappeared behind the screen, Ferdinand looked at the three remaining tools with a slight animosity.

"So, what kind of messages do you want me to record for you?" He asked.

"Isn't it obvious! Fill it with praise!" I shouted excitedly. If possible, I wanted to turn it into a stuffed red panda.

However, my wish was shattered by Lieseletta.

"That's a good question. I would like that you include at least one compliment, but some messages similar to what Rozemyne recorded for you might be useful too."

"Like some words asking her to stop reading, or some words imploring her to take a rest," Brunhilde added and nodded approvingly.

Wilfried also agreed with the proposal of my retainers that "Words of admonishment were absolutely necessary."

"I don't mind adding a scolding or two, but..." Ferdinand trailed off mid-sentence.

"But I only want compliments!" I shouted.

"That's not important right now.” He said. “What kind of messages did you record for me?"

"Lady Rozemyne prepared this one to give to you, Lord Ferdinand."

Lieseletta quickly produced the deep blue stuffed shumil from somewhere and placed it in front of me. She must have gone to my room to get it some time ago. Sometimes my retainers were too good at their job.

"That's not true, Lieseletta.” I objected. “I was planning to give it to Justus. If I gave it to Lord Ferdinand, he would lock it away in a box and never use it."

I picked up the deep blue shumil and offered it to Justus. "Justus, please use this when Lord Ferdinand gets too immersed in his work and won't listen to you."

“Now, what kind of messages did you record?" Justus said intrigued.

"No, Justus! Wait! You can check it later!" I yelled in a panic.

Ferdinand let out a brief chuckle, as I felt the blood drain from my face.

"Check it all the way to the end.” He ordered. “We can't have a repeat of the situation at the Interduchy Tournament."

"Lord Ferdinand, you can find the research materials on Schwartz and Weiss in that box over there! Let us check it out! Okay?"

"It can wait. Justus, let me hear."

As instructed, Justus started to play back my messages.

"Lord Ferdinand, are you getting enough sleep? Do not work yourself to death!"

"No matter how busy you are, you need to eat to stay healthy. Don't rely too much on rejuvenation potions and be sure to eat your meals."

"If you ever run out of Ehrenfest food, let me know."

With every message, Ferdinand pinched my cheeks harder.

"You're hurting me!"

"That stands to reason,” Ferdinand replied. “Justus, that is enough. Give it to me." With a beautiful fake smile plastered on his face, Ferdinand held his hand out to Justus. He would lock it away; I had no doubt about it.

"You can't. You can't!” I yelled. “Justus, if you're not going to keep it, at least give it back to me!"

"What's going on in here?" Sylvester said in a surprised tone as he entered the room. The increase in people suddenly made the room feel exceedingly small.

"Sylvester!” I cried in relief. “Lord Ferdinand is trying to take away the magic tool I gave to Justus!"

"......is this one of those recording tools? What on earth did you record?" Sylvester snatched the deep blue shumil from Justus’s hands and touched the feystone. Sylvester howled with laughter as he listened to my short lectures, then tossed it back to Justus.

"I bet Ferdinand will drop all his work the moment you just threaten to use this one on him in Ahrensbach.” Sylvester laughed. “Take it with you."

"Thank you, Aub Ehrenfest." Justus smiled amusedly and put the deep blue shumil with his own luggage.

"Well then, it's adult time now,” Sylvester declared. “It's time you two went back to your room."

Sylvester's attendants immediately started to clean up the tea things and placed wine glasses on the table. When Sylvester waved his hand and urged us to leave, Wilfried and I said good night and left the room.

...in the end, I haven't been able to get Lord Ferdinand to sincerely praise me. What a bummer!

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S.U.I.T.S - Terran's Hidden War

TERRAN 26 - ART OF THE SWORD

“It is Tuesday, July 23rd, 2079 in the afternoon,” Bertha spoke.

“Forget the time, how is Isabel’s health?” I asked. I followed Zaporg trail heading to Hawaii in a slender compact submarine.

“I am just doing fine, Kobayashi.” Isabel breathed heavily. She struggled speaking. “You shouldn’t have left us here.”

“You don’t have the strength to continue. Big Bertha needs exterior maintenance, replenish ammunition, and new battery shields. It isn’t ideal to bring Big Bertha to another heavy fight and have it slowly break apart during a siege.” I spoke. “I’ll deal with Zaporg myself. Bertha, what’s the current situation?”

Isabel filled me instead. “Zaporg’s flagship has fallen into the San Francisco Bay. SUITs retook air superiority in the Bay Area and there’s only a few mild skirmishes from enemy territories. Half a dozen transport aircraft and a few hundred fighter crafts escaped the city and is heading towards Zaporg. We have dwindled Zaporg’s forces. He has nowhere to run.” I heard her gasp.

“Kobayashi, I’ll have Big Bertha fill you in the rest.” Harmony spoke. “Isabel needs her rest.”

Bertha continued. “The city of Honolulu is currently evacuating its people. We have SUITs regulars on the ground as we speak and we have a team track Zaporg’s remaining forces heading to the city of Honolulu.”

I heard another male voice in the comms. “This is Buwan Valencia, reporting for duty. The Medium Assault Class, Sirena, is following Zaporg’s forces at a safe distance.” Buwan continued. “Keep in mind that the Jack of Clubs has been stationed in Honolulu for years and it was my task to watch Nakamura Mio’s squad. She has been on the move for the past couple of weeks by Zaporg’s orders. My team will be waiting for you, Kobayashi.”

“Understood.” I answered. “ I will arrive before midnight.”

Buwan Valencia was born in 1520 during the establishment of the Rajahnate of Cebu, Philippines. Together with Diwata Baccay, he participated in the Battle of Mactan in 1521 on the shores, defending against the Spanish forces commanded by Ferdinand Magellan. Sadly, he was one of the warriors who perished at the hands of Ferinando before Diwata ultimately defeated him.

It wasn’t easy as it sounds to arrive in the city of Honolulu safely when I was chased by Zaporg’s fleet from the sky and in the water. It took time but I did arrive on the shores. It added more problems when I left my submarine on the shore and ran for cover. Zaporg’s air fleet continued pursuing me in the dark and it wasn’t easy. Lucky for me after landing on shore, Buwan came to the rescue with his vehicle and made his air fleet run away.

“Welcome to Hawaii, Kobayashi.” Buwan shook my hand.

“Not an exactly friendly welcome.” I gasped for breathe. I joined him and his team in the briefing room in his vehicle. A map of the local area was shown. Buwan shared that Zaporg and Mio are hold up in the Aston Hotel. They have area heavily defended with their remaining forces.

“Should we knock on their front door instead?” I asked. “While heavily defended, it looks weaker than the defensive positions in San Francisco and Los Vegas.”

“Not the best suggestion, Kobayashi.” Buwan answered. “But Zaporg is weak and if he rest for a day, he’ll regain his strength. We will follow your lead.” Buwan changed subject. “Sirena.”

“Heading to new destination.” Sirena spoke.

It was a short ride before we were hit by heavy fire from above but it didn’t make a dent on Sirena’s armor. Sirena rammed into multiple enemies charging towards us. Buwan and I decided to head to the garage and use the smaller vehicle to continue our trek. Instead of the solo scout vehicle, we climbed into a vehicle that can fill four people. It was just the two of us. I manned the automatic gun machine.

The hanger door opened up, the latches were released and our vehicle flew out of the hanger. Buwan quickly stabilized the vehicle after a rough landing and continued onward. We hugged beside Sirena’s starboard, her right side. We dealt with enemies attack us at 180 degrees instead of being surrounding. Sirena’s main gun fired a couple of cannon shots up in the sky, heading towards the hotel. The cannon shots trailed, banked, and headed to their designated downward location. The shots successfully weakened a defensive wall surrounding the hotel. Buwan slowed his vehicle and followed Sirena from her stern.

Sirena breaks through the defensive barrier followed by us right after. We continued onward with the help of Sirena’s support. Buwan drove up the stairs and into the hotel’s main lobby. We cleared out the remaining enemies defending their position.

“Sirena, where is Zaporg and Mio?” Buwan asked. A map of the top floor was shown when Buwan tossed the metallic ball.

“At the top of the building.” She answered. “They razed the entire floor except the room at the opposite side of the elevator.” We’ve noticed hundreds of enemies guarding the double door room to holding their positions in front of the elevator.

“How are we going to get through all of that?” I asked.

I heard a familiar voices in the comms. “I hear you need sniper support? Miyagawa Akane is stationed on top of the roof top North of Aston Hotel.”

Miyagawa Akane, born in 1560 in feudal Japan under the rule of daimyo Hojo Ujiyasu, was a remarkable individual with exceptional skills in using the naginata. Daimyo Hojo took a keen interest in her as she displayed her talent. In 1584, her clan developed hostility towards the Yura Clan and Akane joined them on a march to capture Kanayama castle. During this time, she encountered Akai Teruko, one of the strongest women of the Warring States Period, and engaged in combat with her for six months. Sadly, Akane met her demise at the hands of Akai during their battle.

“Don’t count me out, Akane.” She spoke. “Dominque Jackson is on the east building rooftop half a mile away from the Aston Hotel.”

“Without your sniper and down two more, we’re here to help.” Akane added.. “Send my regards to Miyoung, Kobayashi.”

I breathed a slight sigh of release. Buwan noticed it as well. “Well, I guess that’s one less thing to worry about."

Buwan continued. “We’re going to climb 14 stories?” He tossed a magazine at me.

“To tiring.” I caught it and put it in my pockets. “We’ll meet them head on.”

“Add two more support into the missing squad and you’re suddenly overconfident about our abilities.” Buwan spoke.

“I trust in your abilities.” I assured him. I can’t be sure of myself though.

We fully stocked up, carried whatever was necessity for a frontal assault and headed up the elevator. The awkward elevator music didn’t help ease my tension in the slightest.

“I know you’re new in SUITs, Kobayashi.” Akane spoke. “Please, take deep breathes to calm yourself. I can sense your heartbeat from far away.” I did what she asked me to.

“The number 1 lesson we’ve all been taught is to calm yourself during a fight.” Dominque added. “Waver for a second and your enemy will take that slight advantage in a fight. Nakamura Mio and Zaporg knows this. You aren’t alone, Kobayashi.”

Buwan placed his hands on my left shoulder. He agreed with them. Buwan slightly pushed me back to the side and stood in front of the elevator door. A shield surrounded him when he tapped the device on his chest. I followed after. “I’ll take lead.” He raised his gun. “Follow my lead.”

I breathed in. The doors opened and he was immediately bombarded with heavy fire. His shield held firm as he moved forward while shooting his gun. I followed from the side when we entered the open space. Thanks with our sniper support taking care of the defense enemies, it was slightly easier to traverse.

Buwan dropped his gun and detached a stick on his belt buckles. He extended his pole weapon and a single edge bladed energy materialized on the tip of his weapon. Buwan dealt with enemies attacking him head on while I dealt with enemies slowly surrounding us while dodging sniper bullets shot from my teammates.

“Are you trying to hurt me?” I took down an enemy running towards me from my left and then swiftly took another enemy to my right.

“Your dodge game has approved, Kobayashi.” Akane answered.

I noticed a larger bulkier enemy running towards me. I focused my remaining magazines on the bulky enemy. It received a headshot from Dominque but it didn’t stop the creature. I removed the empty cartridge and loaded another as quickly as possible. I continued adding bullets into the enemy. Another headshot was added by Akane but it didn’t stop the bulky enemy. I aimed at its head before dropping the gun and reaching for my sword right after. It reached for me in which I dodged his attack by spinning around and cutting his hand off. I took a step forward and thrust my sword into its armor. I pulled my weapon and sliced his head off his body.

“Whatever this is, analysis it and pinpoint its weakness.” I breathed. “It took two bullets to the head and it still didn’t go down.”

I detached a pistol strapped on my waist and continued firing at the enemies attacking me. We continued to our destination with enemies attacking us head on. It wasn’t a firefight anymore. It was fight to the death in close quarters and out support did what they can to take them down one at a time. Our shields were doing wonders for us, keeping us intact from our aggressive enemies with aggressive attacks.

We cleared the open space with pockets of enemies focused on our snipers. We left them alone as we head towards the door. Buwan reached for the door before slightly leaning to his left. A butcher knife aimed at his head struck the door. He slowly turned around and took a couple of steps forward.

“You deal with Mio and Zaporg.” Buwan spoke, walking passed me. “I’ll deal with whoever this guy is” He shouted. “You think you can kill me with a butcher knife? Try harder.” Buwan ran towards his enemy.

I took a step forward towards the door and reached for the doorknob. I breathed in and stood there for a couple of seconds. I didn’t have Buwan to back me up and my supports are busy avoiding gunfire from the sky. It was nerve-racking but I did what I can to slow down my heartbeat.

Once I did, I opened the door and was immediately attacked by Mio. She grabbed my clothes, threw me in the room, and slammed the door shut. I staggered forward, quickly got to my feet, and turned around. I blocked a sword attack from her before she backed off from me. Mio sheathed her weapon.

“I could hear your heartbeat on the other side of the door.” Mio spoke. “Boy needs his sleep.” She chuckled. “Zaporg, you’re afraid of this person?”

I heard Zaporg heavily breathing in another room. He chuckled. “Boy doesn’t know when to quit despite his friends being sent to the grave.”

“They aren’t dead, Zaporg.” I shouted.

“Yet,” Zaporg gasped. “Your body will burn and thrown in the grave with the rest of your teammates.” He finally appeared in my peripheral vision. It a quickly glance before Mio attacked me. I clashed with her sword.

“Your eyes on me, Kobayashi.” Mio spoke. “Or you’ll be ripped to pieces.” She pushed me back and sheathed her weapon again.

Nakamura Mio was born into the esteemed So Clan in 1750 on Tsushima Island, which was deeply rooted in samurai traditions. Despite being one of the few females, she had the privilege of learning swordsmanship from a young age. She bravely took part in her clan's defense against the Mongol invasion that ultimately overwhelmed and conquered their island. With unwavering determination, she fought to protect her homeland until the very end.

From what I saw, Zaporg arms were entirely gone but his left leg is slowly being grown back. He wasn’t looking that well and I think it was due to the drug he took. I wasn’t sure it was wearing off of him though but I could sense that his heartbeat is faint.

“End him.” Zaporg demanded.

We slowly stopped to halt instead of continuously walking around in circles. I felt the silence surrounding me despite the loud mess outside the hotel. My focus was on my enemy. Mio stood her ground as she held her sword with one hand. She took out a syringe from her pockets and held it near her veins on her arm. “With pleasure.”

“Light My Way, Calm Princess.” I spoke.

Mio injected the liquid in her veins and tossed the syringe away. She gripped her sword with her other hand. “That won’t help, Kobayashi.”

I swung my weapon, clashing with Mio when she lunged forward. She continues swinging and I went on the defense. She was fast and I could tell she has a major advantage over me. Mio is a master swordsmen in how she easily made clean cuts in the openings I gave her. The shields weren’t holding. I knew it. Mio knows this. We continued clashing until my shields decided not to actively work. She kicked me back into the wall.

“Your a disgrace of The Way of the Sword, Kobayashi,” Mio mocked. “You shouldn’t be wielding them.” Mio lunged forward with her sword digging into the wall, missing her target. She pulled her sword out and took a quick glance at me.

“Respect the Sword, Takemikazuchi.”

I felt a burst of energy surrounding her. It was immensely overwhelming but it also felt peaceful. It distracted me for a few seconds before I was being overwhelmed by her again. She had the advantage of in our fight. With Mio’s release, she gained a massive advantage in the fight.

Her attacks were direct and swift. They weren’t violent like Viktor’s or Isabel’s. Mio was in control with her direction and I was having a difficult time following every single step she took. Instead of fighting in a large location with distractions, she chose to stay in this room.

Mio pushed me back into the wall again. I blocked multiple swings from her before receiving a clean cut to my left leg but pushing her into the center of the room again. I added a bit of pressure on her before she adapted and gained the advantage a few seconds after. I couldn’t get a clean cut on her. Every direction I took, she was a step ahead of where I was aiming. She’s knows it.

Mio sees the desperation in my eyes and used that for her advantage. It was subtle but I noticed it after trying to get through her defense. I swung my sword again and then swiftly retreated backwards. I held my sword in one hand and we paused for a couple of minutes. I felt this complete silence around me despite the chaos happening outside. I calmed myself down. She patiently waited for me. Slowly, I gripped my sword with two hands.

“So, how long did it take for you to respect the sword.” Mio grinned. “You still have much to learn of The Way of the Sword, Kobayashi.”

She attacked and clashed with me again. Mio used her strength to push me back into the window, kicked my shin which lowered my defense, and she swung vertically. I rolled the side, dodging her swing. Mio shattered the window, whereas the chaos was happening intruding our personal space. It wasn’t peaceful. It was a distraction where Mio gained a slightly more advantage over me.

“What’s wrong.” Mio asked. I took a couple of steps back into the center of the room again. “This noises shouldn’t be distract an incompetent swordsman like you.” She mocked me again. I raised my sword and held it firmly with two hands. “What shall you do, Kobayashi. Show me what you are worth, why your master chose you over everyone else.” Mio held her weapon with two hands and raised it. “Including me.”

Mio charged forward and we continued clashing in the room again. She had advantage and it did what I can to gain a moment of it for myself. It was difficult with the noise blaring into the room but it took time during my fight with her to slowly zone out the noise invading our space. Mio noticed it and took it another step forward.

“First Flame: Burning Slices.”

Mio found an opening and went for it. She stepped into my defense and made a clean cut on my arm. I staggered backward and almost fell out of the open window. Mio grabbed my arm and threw me across the room.

“You can’t win this,” Mio teased. Her sword set ablaze. “Show me what you’re capable of, Kobayashi.” Mio charged at me and we continued clashing. There weren’t any opening I could see. She closed it off. Mio knows this.

Mio would swiftly cut down my defenses before backing off. Every time I attack, she would knock down my attacks and defenses. Mio showed off what she’s capable in our attack. Her message was clear and direct. She won’t go down without a proper fight and full respect of a swordsman. I’m at my wits end and I was desperate. Mio knows this.

I held my ground in the center of room. We held a stand off for a couple of minutes. I was breathing heavily. She was not. I couldn’t get through her defenses and I was out of options. There weren’t any advantages I could take to gain. Mio knocked every single one down in a blink of an eye.

I slowly began to hear whispers echoing in me and all of sudden around me. It was distracting. My concentration with my Mio began to waver. My vision began to blur. The whispers slowly put me in a trance.

“Your way is useless. Use me instead. I am the stronger sword.” It says. “I will help you gain unlimited strength.”

Kobayashi stood up and sheathed my sword. Mio noticed it right away and attacked him. He dodged every single attack from her and kicked her back. She continued attacking him. Kobayashi dodged every single one of them.

“Disgraceful, Kobayashi.” Mio spoke.

“Kobayashi, isn’t here.” Kobayashi growled. “Nakamura Mio.”

Kobayashi caught Mio’s swing and kicked her back. He reached for his other sword and grasped it.

Kobayashi spoke. “Jealously Is My Sin, Violent Prince.” He unsheathed his sword and an immense energy surround him. Black flames burst out of his sword and slowly consume his left arm. “Kobayashi, I’ll show you what I’m capable compared to Calm Princess.” Kobayashi held his sword with one hand. “You are at a disadvantage, Nakamura Mio.” He pointed his sword at her. “Come at me.”

Mio and Kobayashi clashed once again in the room. She didn’t let Kobayashi gain a single advantage in the fight and showed her full potential, striking every time he showed an opening in his offensives. She quickly learned that she was losing her advantage in the fight. Mio knows this. His wounds were quickly being healed from her swings. The direction quickly changed and Kobayashi has the advantage in the sword fight. It was Kobayashi commanding in the sword fight instead of Mio.

Mio didn’t share her desperation. She was calm in this situation. She knows that whatever advantage she had will not slow down the current Kobayashi she is fighting. Mio sheathed her sword.

“You should stop him, Shiro.” Mio spoke.

Shiro appeared behind Kobayashi. “Scary, that you know I’m already here.” He quickly dispersed Kobayashi and sealed the dark side of his weapon before Violent Prince could do any harm. He laid Kobayashi on the ground before he shifts his focus on Zaporg.

“What are you doing, Nakamura?” Zaporg yelled. “Finish those two off.”

“Shut it.” Mio growled. “We are leaving. Shiro has no qualms with us. This is Kobayashi’s mission.” Zaporg retorted. Mio unsheathed her sword and pointed it at him. “Or I will cut you down myself.” Zaporg stayed silent. Mio glared at Zaporg and then at Shiro. She sheathed her sword. “Tell Kobayashi, I rather fight him respectfully as a master swordsman instead of that nonsense. You teach him to control his dark side.” Mio scoffed. “What a disrespectful thing to do.”

An enemy aircraft slowly rose from hiding. A couple of enemy creatures crawled out of the door and escorted Zaporg to the aircraft. Mio took few steps back and into the aircraft. She glanced at Shiro. “I will wait for round two, Kobayashi.” Mio spoke. The doors closed and the aircraft flew away followed by a few more aircraft escort.

Shiro sighed. “What am I going to do with you, Kobayashi.”

I heard birds chirping away and a slight gust flow. My vision was blurry when I opened them. It was bright as well. I sighed.

“Your finally awake,” a familiar voice chuckled.

“Who is that?” I groaned.

“Isabel, you dumb idiot.” She spoke.

I shot up to a sitting position and followed the voice. A figure was standing near the shattered open window. It took a while for my vision to clear. It was definitely Isabel leaning against the wall of the hotel room.

“Your not dreaming,” Isabel threw a water bottle at me. “But I am injured.”

I caught the bottle. “How long have I’ve been asleep? What about Miyoung and Viktor?” I opened it and emptied it out.

Isabel answered. “It is Monday, August 1st, 2081. You’ve been out for the count for the past couple of weeks.”

I tossed the bottle away. “What about Zaporg and Nakmura Mio?” I struggled to get up to my feet.

“Escaped.” Isabel helped me up. “Their whereabouts are unknown.”

I felt defeated. “Followed Zaporg across the U.S, injured my teammates along the way, and still haven’t stopped him.” I sighed. “What’s next?” I took a step forward and dropped to my knees.

“We will be resting until we are fully functional again. Harmony and Vivian returned to their station.” Isabel answered. “The others have the situation under control.” She helped me up. “Lets go rest with the others.”

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Fluttershy was bored, and everyone else was busy. So, she and Fleeting went to explore.

They found a huge flat field that was supposed to be a forest. Fluttershy started panicking, and the wild horses had no answers, so Fleeting went into the big wooden house to investigate.

Inside the house was a friendly baboon. He welcomed Fleeting and had a conversation with him, to chat about his goals. The baboon talked about how the universe was going to die one day, but he had found a way to save himself and his people, and if Fleeting joined them, he could be saved too, and live in the paradise that would follow.

They shook on it, just as Fluttershy walked in. She had been listening the whole time, and quickly called her friends.

Her friends were me and my family, apparently. I was the first one to arrive, along with mom, so we had Ferdinand go pee before we investigated. We had to keep him away from the road, because there were a bunch of cars. My great-grandmother was camped out smack in the middle of the road, wrapped in a blanket. We finished up with Ferdinand and dragged her and her huge pile of pill capsules out of the road, because cars were only barely missing her. She seemed happy enough.

Marcel arrived not long after Dad, and I warned him not to trust the monkey. I explained that I was pretty sure he was a cult leader, and an efficient one at that. He just brushed me off and went inside, so the rest of us followed.

The monkey was extremely welcoming and invited us all to a meal. Everyone else sat down, but I ate my bowl of cereal in the other room, mostly because I didn’t trust his food.

I wandered over later as they were eating dessert, and took a handful of chocolate pistachios. I brought one up to my mouth, and noticed the monkey watching me with a sinister grin. I put it down, and he frowned. I went to the fridge to throw out my handful, and he helped me, but made sure to crunch one very loudly and slowly. He was trying to entice me to eat, but that tactic has always had the opposite effect on me.

I ate cereal and watched television while my family continued to eat. I snapped out of it when I realized I had been staring at blank static for almost half an hour. I looked around, and found my family passed out amid a mountain of half-eaten food. I ran over to see if they were okay, and the monkey offered me a deal.

He explained that he wanted to make grape pies for the entire furry staff, but they had a tendency to grow these huge, thin, purple eggs almost as tall as me. I noticed that everyone in my family had one growing from each finger. He explained that they were spider eggs, and they hunted monkeys. If I went to “take care” of the spiders, they would let me keep living here, without trying to mind-control me with their food. They didn’t let me help my family at all, but they were still alive. I reluctantly agreed.

Maybe these spiders could help me.

#dusky’s dreams #dream journal #cult tw #monkey #spiders #fluttershy

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I Hate You, My Lord [Fire Emblem: Three Houses] - Chapter 02. Just a commoner

Chapter 02 Just a commoner

After the reception presided over by Archbishop Rhea to welcome all the new students, they finally had the freedom to walk and get to know the monastery as best they wanted. That included, of course, going to the main dining hall to enjoy a well-deserved meal. And as expected, Ferdinand, Caspar, and Linhardt opted for this option, along with three dozen other students.

With his plate in his hands, Ferdinand was the first to take a seat. The reality was that his hunger was more physical than mental. His stomach was crying out for food, but his mind was still wandering to too many other things. Among them, of course, was Edelgard's arrival at the Academy, which unraveled much of what he had envisioned the next year of his life to be. However, oddly enough, the imperial princess was not the main thing on his mind. In fact, as soon as he sat down, his eyes soon caught a glimpse of some tables in front of him, the origin of his primary and unusual uncertainty.

That green-eyed girl, Dorothea Arnault, according to what she had said in her presentation, was sitting with a relaxed pose in the company of a group of three girls and two boys, who looked at her and listened attentively while she apparently told them an anecdote in a playful way, whose details did not reach Ferdinand's ears at all because of the noise in the dining room.

As before, Ferdinand found himself looking at this stranger (and was she?) more than he intended. There was something… unusual about her that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something unlike any other noble girl he had met, including the ones in that dining room. From the outset, she was supposed to be the same age as him or close enough. But she looked so mature, so knowing, so loose and relaxed in this environment that was so new to everyone. That alone was impressive and also a little suspicious.

And the way she had sung in that kiosk… That voice was not nearly ordinary. He had never heard anything like that before (or had he?).

And, of course, he would be stubborn if he pretended that he hadn't also noticed the peculiar beauty of her face, the enigmatic look of her eyes, the shine of her hair, or her statuesque figure clad in that well-fitting uniform. He would have to be blind not to realize that Lady Arnault certainly had a "unique" beauty. But he had met quite a few beautiful girls throughout his life, and yet none had caused him such fascination.

There must be something else...

"They have Beast Meat Teppanyaki!" Caspar exclaimed forcefully as he sat down at his right hand and placed his tray with some force against the table. "This place really has dishes from all over Fódlan."

"I can't say I like it very much," Linhardt commented dejectedly, sitting down on Ferdinand's other side. "I hope they have something different tomorrow."

The sudden arrival of his friends brought Ferdinand out of his reverie, though not wholly. Looking down at his own plate, he realized that he had barely touched a bit of his food by now, so he decided to take a few more bites, though not with much encouragement.

"Hey, isn't that Bernadetta?" Caspar asked, still with half a portion in his mouth, pointing toward one of the hall doors. For this, a small and thin noblewoman, with disheveled purple hair and scared eyes that looked in all directions as if searching for some imminent danger that could jump out at any moment, was entering just at that moment.

"Who?" Linhardt asked, lost.

"You know, Count Varley's daughter," Caspar clarified. "The one who didn't want to show up when Her Highness asked her to, and she kept screaming and almost fainted."

"Oh yeah. She…"

The young woman from House Varley had been practically the first to leave the classroom when the princess had told them they could go, and they hadn't seen her at reception. Wherever she had run to hide, it seemed hunger had driven her out. Now she walked with a nervous step, hugging herself as I approached the kitchen attendants.

"Hey! Bernadetta! Over here!" Caspar exclaimed loudly, standing up from his chair and waving one hand in the air. The purple-haired noblewoman jumped in place, turning in his direction, her eyes wide with bewilderment. "It's me, Caspar von Bergliez. Remember me? Do you want to sit with us?"

"No!" the young noblewoman yelled in a shrill voice, resounding vigorously in the echo of the room and inevitably drawing the attention of more than one. Bernadetta fearfully raised her arms, covering her face with them. "Don't talk to me! Don't look at me! I knew this was a bad idea…!"

And without further ado, she ran towards the same door she had entered, screaming hysterically and almost colliding with a couple of other students who were entering at that moment.

"Huh?" Caspar muttered, totally confused, as he slowly lowered his hand again. "What did I say?"

"You were too effusive," Linhardt chided.

"Who? Me?" Caspar exclaimed, sitting down again. "I don't think I was more effusive than usual."

"That's what I mean."

"No, I think something is wrong with her. What do you think, Ferdinand?"

Caspar turned urgently to his friend sitting next to him, seeking his point of view. However, it was apparent to him and Linhardt that Ferdinand had not been paying attention to their chatter and was eating quietly with his serious gaze fixed straight ahead.

"Ferdinand?" the young blue-haired man repeated, even daring to pass his hand in front of his friend's face to get his attention. "Hey, can you hear us?"

The young man from House Aegir did not react; he did not even blink. But when they began to worry, he released a question into the air, assuming it was for them only because they were the closest to him:

"Where exactly is Lady Arnault from? The name is unfamiliar to me at the moment, so it must not be a major family, right? Whose vassals will they be? I thought I knew the entire aristocratic line of the Empire, but maybe I missed something..."

"Who is Lady Arnault?" Linhardt inquired curiously.

"He means that girl at the other table," Caspar answered, pointing straight ahead at the person in question. "You know, the one who introduced herself, saying she was looking for a good husband. Didn't you pay attention during introductions?"

"After I introduced myself, I closed my eyes for a few moments, so... maybe I didn't hear it," Linhardt excused, shrugging.

"Do any of you know anything about her?" questioned Ferdinand with slight exasperation. "Where does she come from, or where is her family from?"

"I have no idea," Caspar denied. "She didn't say much about it; something about keeping it a mystery, right?"

"I can't get the feeling out of my head that I've seen her somewhere before," Ferdinand declared, brimming with frustration. "But I can't remember where. Could she be that girl we were talking to at the masquerade ball we went to last Ethereal Moon?"

"I don't know, I didn't attend," Caspar said nonchalantly.

"I do," Linhardt replied, "but I think the one you're talking about was a bit older."

"How do you know?" asked Ferdinand skeptically. "She was wearing a mask, do you forget?"

"Because she was accompanied by her four-year-old son. And that girl," Linhardt added, glancing discreetly at the other table, "doesn't look like she's a mother."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Caspar added thoughtfully.

"Well, I still have the impression that I've seen her somewhere," insisted Ferdinand with conviction. "And from how she's been looking at me, I feel like she knows me too."

"You're the prime minister's son; of course she knows you," laughed Caspar, taking a piece of food back into his mouth as he spoke.

"She's not a girl you messed with, and then you never wrote to her or saw her again, is she?" Linhardt questioned, with a marked hint of accusation that made Ferdinand elated.

"What?! Of course not! I have never done such a thing."

Linhardt's eyes narrowed, and his whole expression made it clear, without having to utter a word, that he was not entirely sure of the truth of those words. Well, it didn't matter what he thought; Ferdinand was pretty sure he hadn't done anything like what he was saying to any lady and never would.

It must be something else...

The group of people with Dorothea at the other table stood up at that moment, but she stayed where she was. Apparently, she still had a bit of her food to finish. The others headed for the door together, and Miss Arnault was left alone.

That was the opportunity.

"I think it will be better to solve this mystery once and for all," Ferdinand declared decisively. He stood up at that moment and began to walk quickly around the table to go straight to the other.

"So you won't eat your Teppanyaki anymore?" Caspar asked, pointing at the now orphaned plate with his fork. Ferdinand didn't hear him, or if he did, he didn't think it necessary to stop and give an answer. "I'll take that as a no," Caspar said gleefully, taking the food from Ferdinand's plate without the slightest remorse.

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Dorothea ate what was still left of her plate without any haste while humming very slowly a tiny and relaxing melody that had sprung from her heart. The dish of the day wasn't exactly one of her favorites, but it wasn't bad; the seasoning was good enough to make her want to finish every last bite. Besides, it had never been much of his liking to leave food in perfect condition, with the threat that they might end up throwing it away to trash. And in that monastery with its high walls and guards at every corner, she doubted there would be any street kid who could take advantage of the discarded food if that happened...

She was so focused on that thought that she did not glimpse the presence of the tall, orange-haired nobleman until the shadow of his head practically covered her plate. Dorothea looked up, and there she saw him standing right in front of her. And as soon as he noticed that she was looking at him, he flashed a wide and affable smile.

"Lady Arnault, good afternoon," Ferdinand von Aegir greeted, accompanied by a small lean of his body forward. "Would you allow me to sit with you for a moment?"

"Oh my," exclaimed Dorothea in slight astonishment, bringing a smile to her lips too, though she seemed more sly than affable. "It took much less time than I expected, Lord Aegir."

"How do you say?" the boy in front of her questioned, somewhat puzzled by the unusual phrase.

"It doesn't matter. Please sit down," she invited him, extending a hand just to the place at the table in front of her, which Ferdinand accepted and gladly took.

"Very kind, my lady," the nobleman agreed. Dorothea returned her attention to her plate, listening to what that man was telling her while she delicately cut a small piece of her meat and put it in her mouth. "I don't want to bother you. I just wanted to get closer to making myself available for anything you need."

"Oh, really?" Dorothea asked in a laughing voice.

"Of course. Regardless of the time or day, just call me, and I will gladly come to your help."

"Do I have your noble word, my lord?"

Ferdinand hesitated a bit, mainly because of the tone she had used when pronouncing my lord as if she were uttering a word whose meaning she didn't really know or disagreed with. But recovering from the initial shock, he managed to maintain the firmness of his posture and voice.

"You have my word as a nobleman, a man, and a faithful servant of the Empire and all its inhabitants."

"Especially the young and pretty girls, right?" Dorothea teased, sounding almost like an accusation.

Ferdinand hesitated again, remaining silent for a few seconds without knowing how to respond. Dorothea didn't have much qualms about letting out a modest laugh at that moment, hiding part of her mouth behind her fingers.

"Don't get so upset, my lord," she murmured, waving her fingers playfully in front of her. "I'm just playing with you. But was that all you wanted to tell me?"

"Yes…" Ferdinand mumbled out of reflex but almost immediately corrected himself. "I mean, no. Excuse me if I'm too forward. I know you said in your presentation that you like to keep a bit of a mystery about yourself, but I would really like to know a little more about you."

"About me?" Dorothea inquired curiously, tilting her head slightly to one side. "Like what?"

"Well, first of all, I would like to know more about your family."

"Ah, my family, huh?"

"Yes," Ferdinand agreed. "I am sorry, but I must confess that I had never heard of the illustrious Arnault family before. And it's a mistake I'd like to fix."

Dorothea laughed again, but now her laugh sounded a little more hurtful than before.

"So, the illustrious Arnault family," she said slowly, more like a thought to herself. "Well, since you ask so kindly, I can tell you that we are a proud family full of… servants, stable and pigsties keepers, tavern keepers, raiders, ladies-in-waiting, some ladies of the night… and bastard daughters."

As she uttered this entire description, the smile on Ferdinand's face faded, and instead, his expression became covered with utter bewilderment, which Dorothea found adorably amusing.

"Why that face, my lord?" she uttered slowly, crossing her arms on the table and leaning her body slightly towards him. "Are my words confusing to you? If so, let me simplify for you: I'm not a noble but a mere… commoner, which I think is the proper term." She paused briefly, catching a glimpse of the few reactions on the young nobleman's face, then continued. "Does that bother you, my lord?"

"No, no... Not at all," Ferdinand answered quickly, clearing his throat and trying to recover his composure as promptly as possible. "It's just that it surprises me a little. In the House of the Black Eagles, it isn't usual to see someone of com… Of non-noble origin."

"What can I say?" crooned Dorothea, shrugging. "Wherever I go, I tend to always be the exception."

"Even so, I must admit that the feeling that we had already seen each other before in another place gnaws at me."

Dorothea smiled, though more inwardly than outward. Yes, she also had that feeling. Although, in reality, hers was closer to a certainty.

"Oh, do you really believe that?" Dorothea pronounced with astonishment that she clearly did not try too hard to disguise that it wasn't feigned. "Where could that happy occasion have been?"

"Actually, that fact escapes me for the moment," Ferdinand replied, shrugging. "I was hoping maybe you could help me clear it up. Do you remember if we have ever met before?"

Yes, at least one, Dorothea thought shrewdly. Of course, she clearly remembered at least one occasion when her path had crossed with the Prime Minister's son himself. If he had seen her at another time or place, that would be something only he could know. But whatever the case, she wasn't about to make it that easy for him.

"Geez, I'm not sure," she pronounced with a small dose of irony, turning her gaze to the room's high ceiling. "My memory is not very good, you know. Perhaps because my diet as a child was not as rich in vitamins and nutrients as that of the nobles, and that is why I sometimes forget things."

"Really?" asked Ferdinand skeptically.

"What do you think, my lord?" Dorothea replied, her eyes defiant.

The young noble of House Aegir was clearly not used to a girl talking to him like that, especially a commoner. But she had to give him credit; he had managed to behave and maintain etiquette more than others she had met before.

"Well…" Ferdinand murmured slowly, then pondered the matter for a bit before asking. "Have you ever been to a ball at Enbarr?"

"Ah! A ball!" exclaimed Dorothea with sudden effusiveness. "Are you referring to one of those elegant events in huge halls filled with a banquet, a string group playing, and noblemen and ladies dancing and chatting in elegant suits and dresses?"

"Well… yes, those ones."

"Maybe," she murmured in response but actually sounded a bit ambiguous. "But can't you think of any other place where we could have met? Somewhere less distinguished?"

"Well... I'm not really sure," Ferdinand replied, embarrassed, placing a hand behind his head. "Perhaps… you worked as a maid in a house I visited on occasion?"

"I doubt it," replied the green-eyed woman, again feeling a certain ambiguity in her response. "I suppose it must not be easy to think of more possibilities, since the list of places that you frequent, and which are also frequented by commoners, must in fact be very small, right?"

"I didn't say that," Ferdinand pronounced slightly severely. Evidently, her tone and words had begun to irritate him a bit.

Dorothea sighed, a little resigned. The truth was that he seemed sincere; naively sincere. The most likely thing was that he did not remember where they had seen each other before, but it was not surprising.

Every noble she had come across in her previous life had forgotten entirely about her and treated her as a totally different person when they met her in their new life. For Dorothea, each of those looks, words, or blows had been marked on her skin like hot iron. While for them, it had been as irrelevant as coming across a cockroach or a rat running around their feet. Why would she expect Ferdinand von Aegir to be any different? Evidently, he was just another noble...

"Anyway," Dorothea said slowly as she placed her plate, cutlery, and glass on the tray, preparing to hand them over to the kitchen attendants and then leave. "The truth is that before coming here to Garreg Mach, I worked as a singer and actress in the Mittelfrank Opera Company. I have been in hundreds of performances all over Fódlan over the years. So, perhaps, that memory that harasses your memory so much comes from the fact that you saw me in one of them."

"Oh, sure," Ferdinand agreed. "Yes, that must be… So you're an opera singer. That explains the enveloping and beautiful way you sing, if I may mention it."

"Oh, you've heard me sing, then?"

"Yes... well, earlier, in the kiosk in the garden..."

"Ah, that," laughed Dorothea. "Some guys didn't believe I was a singer, so they challenged me to prove it. It goes without saying that their mouths were wide open when they heard me. You too, my lord?"

"Yes!" Ferdinand answered aloud out of mere reflex, though he caught himself right after. "I mean… I have to say, it was a fantastic performance. So much so it makes me doubt a little that it was in one of them where I had seen you before. I am sure that if I had heard you sing before in such a dazzling way, even once, I definitely would not have forgotten you."

Dorothea slowly raised her gaze from her plate in his direction, and for a moment, Ferdinand could see that feeling of annoyance in her eyes, much like the one he had felt in the classroom. But now it was even more marked and lasted for more than just a few moments. And yet, she gave a carefree little smile. The mismatch between the smile and the eyes certainly disturbed Ferdinand more than he already was.

"Well, apparently, it's not like that," Dorothea said scathingly. And before Ferdinand could say more, she was on her feet quickly with the tray in her hands. "With your permission, my lord. I must retire."

And with that said, she turned around and began to walk hurriedly toward the kitchen area.

"Yes, of course," Ferdinand replied. "And sorry for the inconvenience…" he spoke out loud for her to hear.

Dorothea went straight ahead, not looking back and not slowing down for a moment in the rhythm of her steps. Someone could think she was almost itching to get away from there...

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yogurtverse · 2 years

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Alright, for my first day on Tumblr I'm gonna dump these stand ideas and abilities I came up with. Feel free to do what you want with them.

Radiohead: Combat based stand with the ability to store people in electronics. The person inside can be safely transferred to other devices through means such as email. If the device is cracked in any way, the person inside will get a scar where the crack was, and destroying the machine beyond repair kills them

Substand-Ok Computer:Allows the user to force anyone inside their machine to go through an application (such as a video game) any damage they take during the game applies to the real person, but they are bound by the rules of the game(I.E being hit by a Mega Man enemy that should kill instantly won't)

Franz Ferdinand: Can create a perfect replica of anybody provided it has something with the persons DNA on it

Alestorm: Anyone who is hit by the stand becomes disoriented, as if in a drunken haze

Aquabat: Suit type stand that allows the user to become any fictional character. The more powerful the character, the more toll it takes on the user

Weezer: Allows the user to see into someone’s soul and true feelings, as well as different colour strings seeing the connection two people have to each other

Ride the Lightning: Allows the user to redirect any effects of something onto another person

Feel Good Inc: Allows the user to change a persons emotional state

100 Gecs: Colony type stand of 100 small creatures that attaches to it's user and makes loud noises around them

Madvillain: Stand that produces masks. Once the mask is applied, the wearer is forced to succumb to their base instincts

Operation Ivy: Allows the user to manipulate soundwaves

Twenty One Pilots: Allows the user to 'save' a point in time and return to it at any moment. But anyone the user interacts with in a deleted save will retain their memories

Mr. Blue Sky: Capable of transferring life from one object to another

Alice in Chains: Creates an unbreakable chain, which only the user can undo

Agents of Fortune: Manipulates probability. Starts with a 5 percent chance to change but can evolve to 15 percent

Welcome to the Jungle-Turns body hair into plants

Eye of the Tiger:Can perfectly mimic any fighting technique it sees once, be it real or fictional

Starry Starry Night: Changes the colour palette of anything it touches

Panic at the Disco: Allows the user to transfer any emotions being felt to another person

Magical Mystery Tour: Allows the user to switch places with another person

Backstreet Boy: Colony type stand. Once applied to a person, it forces them to sync up to the users movements

Caravan Palace: Able to plant false realities in targets

Hotel California: Can only be activated in a four walled room (but can spread to other rooms) Anyone within the room who enters slowly loses their sense of reality. If the victim stays for two long their brain deteriorates and kills them

Black Parade: Allows the user to manipulate shadows

Motorhead: Capable of controlling vehicles

Nonagon Infinity: Forces the user to redo anything from their past nine actions

Weird Al: Makes stands do the opposite of what they would normally do

Marvelous Mechanical Museum: Creates a room that can do anything, but only to people that accept a bet or challenge with the promise of a prize. The competitors are unable to leave until either a winner is announced or the prize is destroyed.

Thrift Shop: Allows the user to manipulate clothing

Fireflies: Allows the user to manipulate light

Lemon Demon: Allows the user to implant USBs it produces into people and download their memories, which the user can then use as a normal USB to display and download the memories

Take on Me: Anyone hit by the stand disappears from reality for the corresponding number of days. The victim does not age during this process

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buurbuur4 · 2 years

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daydreamingatnight209 · 3 years

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Requests will be written and out in the upcoming weeks!

Feedback is always welcome: HATE IS NOT ✨💕

“She’s My Girl”

Mason Mount x Reader

Warning - None? Fluff 💞

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I remember Mason saying something about an online interview with Declan today, but I would be lying if I said I remembered what time it was at. So, you can imagine my surprise and embarrassment when I walked into my boyfriends game room to find him doing an interview with his best friend and Rio Ferdinand!

I do my best to leave the room quietly, but subtlety wasn’t exactly a skill I owned. Mase turns his head and smiles at me.

“Babe? Are you okay?”

I do my best to stay out of view of the camera and I mumble out an answer.

“I forgot you had your press junket, I just wanted to know if you wanted something to eat.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I could hear Declan’s voice coming from the computer.

“Hey yo! Is that the Misses Mase?! Y/N!”

I walk over to the desk and give Dec a small wave trying to suppress nervous laughter as both him and Ferdinand peer at me. Mason senses my nerves and pulls me sideways into his lap. I curl into him and wrap myself into his hoodie as if to protect myself from this unfamiliar situation.

“it’s a good job I put pants on isn’t it” I whisper up to Mase as he chuckles at me.

The interview continues and overtime I start to feel more and more comfortable. I watch as they talk all these football and as Dec beats Mason on yet another FIFA game. Every now and then I get a question directed at me which I do my best to answer.

“So, Y/N what is it like living with Mase during Lockdown?”

I hear Mase laugh from behind me, his little giggle catching the back of my neck, tickling me slightly.

“Well, I have finally taught him how to do his own washing, so he doesn’t need to constantly ask for help and it gives his poor Mum a break”

Declan immediately bursts out laughing again as heat rushes to Mason’s cheeks. Feeling bad for exposing him to the internet I lean up to give a peck on his cheek.

I go on to talk about what we are doing to fill up the spare time we now have, and Mason mentioned the training schedules he gets from Chelsea while hoping to be back out on the pitch soon.

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Mason gives me a quick squeeze of appreciation as Declan’s voice appears again, piggy backing on top of my answer with a story that makes everyone laugh.

“What is isn’t telling you is that when he is gaming, she uses it to get her cuddles in!” Mason jumps in to give Rio more context who looks confused at the quick switch up of conversation.

“Yeah, it will be 2am and she will come find me still half asleep because I’m not in bed yet. She simply walks up to me, sits in my lap, curls herself around me and falls back asleep, so whenever one of the boys screams down the mic I have to be like “bro shhh” and everyone just knows that Y/N is there”

I groan into my hands as Rio laughs along with the others. I suppose this is my payback for exposing Mason before…

“You’re so whipped bro!” Dec smiles, ignoring the fact that he is the exact same when he is with his lover.

Mason just looks down at me, his face glowing with happiness.

“She’s my girl, what can I say”

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 3 years

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Untold truths...

For the lovely @onemoreparadise 🎉🎁

I hope you'll enjoy this story!

Olivia Auberelli sat in an armchair and gazed dreamily from her room at the gardens of her palace. For some time now, her father's advisors had been asking her when would she decide to get married.

As the crown princess of the kingdom of Ephocaé, the young woman knew that it was her duty to marry a man of her rank and to bear children to prolong her lineage. But she had no desire to marry.

And the suitors who had come and gone in recent times did not give her the desire to marry. Too stupid, too pretentious, too insignificant... None of them pleased her!

Her father, King Ferdinand, said to her with a slight smile:

"My dear, you are the most difficult princess on the whole continent. But then, your mother was the same as your age: it took her two years to decide to marry me!"

Of course, her mother, Queen Magdalene, pretended to be offended and said that he was the one who couldn't make up his mind.

It led to marital bickering, which amused their daughter greatly.

Smiling dreamily, the young woman hoped to have a marriage as happy as her parents. But it would have to be the perfect husband.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!

A servant entered the room and bowed respectfully:

"Your Highness, I have come to inform you that Sir Peter Ravenwater, Crown Prince of Adreamid, is coming here on an official visit!"

On hearing the name, the young woman let out an annoyed sigh: she didn't want to see this stiff crowned at all!

She had known him since they were children. And they had difficulty getting along because their characters were so different. Peter said Olivia was too generous and sensitive, while the young princess criticized the prince for being too cold and authoritarian with others. And yet, God knows, their parents were planning to marry them off! But as they found it hard to have a conversation without arguing, they preferred not to talk about it for the time being.

Resigning herself, she replied:

"All right, I'll get ready. Tell my parents I'll be down in an hour!"

The servant bowed before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Olivia rose from her chair and headed to her wardrobe. Then, she proceeded to choose the outfit she would wear to tonight's reception. Let's hope it goes well...

A few hours later.

In the throne room, King Ferdinand and Queen Magdalene received Prince Peter of Adreamid. The royal couple noted that the little prince they had known had grown up well. Today he was a handsome man with black hair and dark eyes.

He bowed slightly and said:

"I thank you for receiving me, Your Majesties. It has been a long time since we last saw each other!"

"It is always a pleasure to receive you, Sir Peter," replied Magdalene politely.

At the same time, Olivia appeared, dressed in a red satin gown and wearing a ruby tiara.

As Peter watched her arrive, he thought that the young woman was becoming more and more beautiful. If only she could become wiser, more sensible... But that was not going to happen.

Olivia reached the guest and greeted him respectfully:

"I welcome you, dear Peter. It's always a pleasure to have you here!"

The prince smiled amusedly and replied:

"It is strange. I remember the last time we met, and you said you never wanted to see my ugly face again!"

Stung to the core, Olivia replied:

"Still as delicate as ever, I see. Do you have to be a cad every time you come here?"

"Yes, just for the pleasure of hearing you rant!"

Magdalene and Ferdinand looked at each other, annoyed. All that was missing was another argument between their daughter and their guest! Fortunately for the royal couple, the chef announced that dinner was served in the main reception room.

This announcement interrupted the argument between Olivia and Peter, who made their way to the great hall while glaring at each other.

Once everyone was seated at the table, dinner began.

Trying to avoid a new conflict, Ferdinand asked:

"Tell me, dear Peter, what brings you to my kingdom?"

"Well, as the future king of Adreamid, I had to visit my country's oldest ally. Besides, my late father held you in very high regard."

As she ate her food, Olivia remembered that Peter's father, Erik, had died three weeks ago after a long illness. The young woman remembered the late king well: Peter looked just like him!

Magdalene asked:

"When will your coronation take place?"

"It will only take place when I have found my future wife! It is how we organize the succession to Adreamid!"

"I imagine that many princesses dream of being in your arms!" joked Ferdinand.

At these words, Olivia muttered:

"Poor things! If only they knew him, they would be disappointed!"

Having heard these words, Peter said nothing and glared at the young woman. But deep down, he was more amused than anything else: nothing surprised him anymore coming from the crown princess of Ephocaé!

A few days later.

That morning walk through the streets of Fiorenza, the capital of Ephocaé, Peter thought it was a bad idea. He still wondered how Olivia had managed to convince him to follow her. And yet, here he was in the streets of the city, two steps behind the princess, greeted by an enthusiastic crowd.

The Prince of Adreamid could see how loved the young woman was by her subjects, who cheered for her with great enthusiasm. And the princess returned this love with smiles, delicate words, and other forms of kindness.

The young man disapproved of this approach. For him, a sovereign too close to his people showed his weakness and risked betrayal at any moment! Only firmness and dignity could maintain the loyalty between a monarch and his people.

The young woman's voice drew him out of his thoughts:

"You know, people like to hear an answer when they say hello!"

He turned to the young woman who gave him a mischievous smile. Obviously, for her, it was a pleasant exercise. But for him, it was destabilizing. To put on a good face, he contented himself with greeting the people in a brief tone.

The Crown Princess of Ephocaé rolled her eyes: he will never change!

Suddenly, some children came up to Olivia, laughing, their arms full of flowers.

They called her joyfully:

"Olivia! Olivia!"

On hearing this, Peter gave them a chilling lecture:

"That is no way to talk to a princess. Apologize immediately!"

This command froze the children in fear, and some of them even had tears in their eyes. But luckily for them, Olivia came to their defence:

"They are children: they are not doing anything wrong!"

"They still owe you respect. You are a future queen, not their friend!"

The young woman glared at him, muttering "Killjoy!" before turning her attention back to the children, consoling and reassuring them.

But inwardly, she railed against Peter and his damned temper! She couldn't wait for him to go home and she wanted to never hear of him!

In the afternoon.

Strolling through the palace gardens, Olivia needed to clear her head. She wondered what had possessed her parents to ask Peter to stay at their palace for a few days? And if that wasn't enough, he had accepted! Since then, the young woman had done everything to avoid her cumbersome guest, despite her mother's scolding.

Olivia sat on a bench and gazed at the trees that bloomed beautifully around her. It was her favourite place, where she liked to relax and enjoy the silence.

"Trying to get away from me?"

Letting out a long, weary sigh, Olivia turned her head and saw Peter standing behind her with a slight smirk on his face.

"What do you want from me?"

"I want to have a conversation. A princess worthy of her rank should be welcoming to her guests!" replied the future king of Adreamid.

"Why do I have to bother with hypocrisy? You hate that!"

"That's true! But you could make an effort!"

"As if you did!"

The young woman gave him a disdainful pout before retorting:

"With a character like that, I wonder how you manage to get so many suitors!"

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me right. I wonder how these poor fools can sigh with love for you, you heart of stone!"

Stung to the core, the Crown Prince retorted:

"I can return the compliment. It's no wonder you're not married yet: no prince or king would want to marry such a shrew!"

The slap he received made Peter understand that he had crossed the line. Bringing his hand to his sore cheek, he met Olivia's angry gaze. He could see tears in the corners of her pretty eyes.

"You are such a jerk. I pity your people for having to suffer your dictatorship!"

With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the prince of Adreamid alone. Every time they met, they argued. But this time, he went a bit too far...

That evening.

Lying in bed, Olivia tried to fall asleep, despite the grief that knotted her stomach. She wasn't sure if she hated Peter or herself.

After all, the princess of Ephocaé always felt attracted to this handsome prince. If only he didn't have that damn cold temper!

The young woman wiped her tear-filled eyes: even if she felt something for Peter of Adreamid, he would never choose her! He will prefer a wise and calm princess, who will say yes to whatever he decides!

While she was moping about her feelings - something she hated - Olivia heard sounds of a struggle in the palace corridors.

Intrigued, she got up from her bed, put on a dressing gown, and went to the door of her room, which she slowly opened. To her surprise, she saw nothing in her hallway.

She listened for the sounds of swords clashing violently and the cries of the wounded. But what was going on?

Suddenly, a guard came towards her in panic:

"Your Highness! Don't just stand there: get to safety!"

"What is going on?"

"What's going on is that we're getting attacked!"

At these words, Olivia thought she got punched in the stomach. It couldn't be! Who would dare attack her family? And speaking of them, where were her parents?

"Where are my parents?"

"Don't worry about them: we took them to safety in another wing of the castle. But you, you have to hide!"

He handed her a small sword.

"Take this, in case you have to defend yourself. Try to be as inconspicuous as a mouse!"

"But you?"

"I do my duty, Princess Olivia. Now run and don't look back!"

Without asking for help, Olivia ran to the other end of the corridor, fear giving her wings.

As she ran, the young woman wondered who could dare to attack the King and Queen of Ephocaé. What could these people possibly want with them?

After several minutes of running, the princess arrived at a heavy iron door, which she opened with difficulty.

Then she slipped inside the room and closed the door behind her.

Out of breath, Olivia slid to the floor, glad to be safe.

Looking up, the princess understood where she was: she was in the weapons room, where the royal guard trained in fencing and combat. So she had no shortage of weapons to defend herself!

A thought crossed her mind: what about Peter? What had become of him? Had he been captured? Was he injured, or worse?

The young woman shook her head: no, Peter was strong. He would be able to defend himself.

"I hope nothing bad happens to him!"

She was startled when a familiar voice replied:

"I'm glad you're worried about me!"

Turning around, Olivia saw that Peter was standing behind her, smirking slightly.

Annoyed, the young woman retorted:

"Would it be too much to ask you to warn me before you startle me?"

"Why? That would spoil my fun!"

"What the hell! I would have been surprised if you hadn't!"

The prince of Adreamid ironically said, "Always so pleasant!"

As she did not want to waste her energy, the young woman was content not to answer him. And yet, she was dying to stick her sword where it hurt the most in a man!

But to dirty such a beautiful blade, what a waste! He didn't deserve it!

"Must I suffer your contemptuous silence for much longer?" asked Peter.

"That I know of, I have nothing to say to you!"

"On the contrary. I'd like to know how you got here."

"A guard came to warn me that we were under attack and told me to hide. I wandered the corridors for a few minutes until I found this door."

"In other words, you picked the first place to hide."

"Oh, come on! You're not going to blame me about EVERYTHING I do!"

Peter raised his hands in surrender.

"Easy, fury. There's no need to get so worked up about it!"

When he felt her blade on his neck, he knew she was not about to calm down.

"I have good reasons to be angry. Firstly, some thugs have decided to attack my family, and I have no idea what's happening to my parents. But most of all, since you came here, you've been doing everything you can to make me mad! So maybe I'm just an overly sensitive kid, but I'd rather never get married than do the bidding of a jerk!"

"I dare to hope that you don't consider me a jerk!"

"Why not? You didn't mind calling me a shrew!"

Peter wanted to reply but refrained from making any comment. After all, he wouldn't have stolen it! He wondered how he had even called her that? After all, Olivia was anything but a shrew! Beautiful as she was, it was not difficult to understand why the other princes courted her.

But for the prince of Adreamid, none of them was as good as Olivia of Ephocaé!

He tried to plead:

"Olivia, I... I apologize."

"You do? And for what?" ironically asked the young woman.

Searching for words, Peter answered calmly:

"I wanted to apologize for calling you a shrew... and for saying you were a sensitive child."

"Why do I feel like that's not honest?"

"Maybe because I wasn't honest from the start!"

Intrigued by this answer, Olivia lowered her sword and asked:

"What do you mean?"

At that moment, the prince of Adreamid understood that he could no longer back down. But at this point, he might as well say it all!

Letting out a short sigh, he murmured:

"To tell you the truth, when I said I wasn't surprised that you weren't married, I meant I was relieved!"

"Excuse me?"

"I know: when you put it like that, it's surprising. But I mean it."

Crossing her arms over her chest, the princess asked him:

"And why are you glad to see me single?"

"Because none of those jerk princes deserves you, Olivia. You're far too intelligent, beautiful, sincere, loving, and compassionate for them to be able to keep up with you. Anyone in their right mind would see that!"

This statement surprised the young woman: she had not expected Peter to crack the armour so much! It seemed that he was not the cold man she had imagined... But it was what he said about her that intrigued Olivia.

In a small voice, she whispered:

"How long have you been thinking that?"

"Since a long time ago. But... In my upbringing, showing your feelings is a sign of weakness for a king. My grandfather was adored by his people, and yet he got murdered. That's why my father decided to be tough on his subjects and instilled his values in me. He wanted to give a warning to those who thought they were getting to him: he would be tough!"

He turned to her.

"That's why I disapproved of you being so close to your subjects. I didn't want them to think they could disrespect you with impunity."

Olivia nodded before replying:

"I know what you mean. But here, the king and his subjects have always had a strong emotional bond. It's normal for us that the royal family is close to the people."

She smiled slightly:

"I guess I was wrong about you. You are not the ice-cold prince I imagined you to be!"

"There are two of us."

They were silent for a moment before Olivia murmured, a little sadly:

"I don't know who you'll marry, but she'll be lucky to have you as her husband."

The princess mentally slapped herself: well done, what an achievement! It wasn't until she was about to lose Peter that Olivia knew she loved him. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

At that moment, she felt the prince's hand take hers. She looked up and met his gaze.

The latter murmured:

"In that case, I am lucky to have you... Olivia!"

On hearing this, a smile of relief appeared on the young woman's face. She who didn't believe it anymore!

"And you could stand me... me and my damn temper?"

"If not, why am I here?

He leaned towards her.

"And you, will you be able to stand me?

"But I am!" she replied and kissed him.

At first surprised, the prince of Adreamid responded to the kiss with the same passion. He couldn't believe that he had just confessed his feelings to the woman he loved. But Olivia was the only one who could crack the armour, and that was what he liked!

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, startling both young men.

Insatiably, Peter took his sword and stood in front of Olivia.

"Stay behind me!"

In response, the princess picked up a sword and retorted:

"I'm not leaving you alone! Besides, I can defend myself!"

The two royal heirs prepared to defend themselves when they heard a voice:

"Olivia? Are you there?"

"Daddy?"

"Open up, darling, everything's fine. The situation is under control!"

Suspicious, Peter reached for the doorknob and yanked it open, revealing Ferdinand and Madeleine d'Ephocaé, surrounded by their guards.

Relieved to see her parents alive, the young woman rushed to them and threw herself into their arms.

"I was so afraid for you!"

"Don't worry about us, dear. The captain of the guard got us to safety the moment the first assailants entered!" reassured her mother.

Peter turned to Ferdinand.

"Do we know who they were?"

"They are brigands from Voraiston, a kingdom north of Ephoae."

"Voraiston... Wasn't that her king that Olivia spurned a fortnight ago?" asked Madeleine.

"Yes, and he took it badly."

"Knowing him, he must have wanted revenge. Of course, he can always deny his involvement..."

A mischievous glint appeared in the eyes of the future king of Adreamid.

"But I'd find something to make his life miserable!"

"Please, Peter: there is no need to seek war with Voraiston! There is no need..."

"Rest assured, Your Majesty: I had no intention of taking up arms against Gerald of Voraiston. But I have other methods to make him regret threatening your life and that of your daughter!"

Hearing this, Olivia felt flattered and could not help herself... A detail that did not escape her mother's sharp eyes. Queen Magdalene thought to herself that once their guest had returned home, a little chat with her daughter was in order...

A few months later.

On her way home from a horse ride, Olivia met her mother, who said to her:

"Olivia, run and get changed! We have a guest!"

"Oh, yeah? Who?"

Madeleine replied with a slight smile:

"Peter from Adreamid, my dear!"

"I'll be right there!" exclaimed the young woman who hurried to her quarters.

Seeing his daughter so cheerful, Ferdinand asked his wife:

"I thought she hated Peter."

"Poor Ferdinand, you're not out of the woods yet!" his wife retorted, patting him on the shoulder.

Indeed, Ferdinand d'Ephocaé was not at the end of his surprise when Peter came to ask his daughter's hand. And his surprise was even greater when the latter happily accepted!

"But what did I miss?" he stammered.

"I'll explain everything to you. That way you'll have time to digest everything before the wedding!"

It was going to be a long and emotional day...

10 years later.

Once the ambassador's reception was over, Peter and Olivia from Adreamid decided to retire to their flats. As they lay there, the King of Adreamid sighed:

"I'm glad this is over."

"So am I!"

Peter smiled:

"Now that we've fulfilled our royal duties... we could fulfil our marital duties!"

"But would you be a libertine?" joked Olivia as her husband began to place kisses along her neck.

"I'm a man of many surprises, my dear."

But suddenly the door to their bedroom opened wide and three children came in, laughing:

"DAD! MOM!"

"Oh no, here come the little monsters!" grumbled the king, while his wife giggled.

She knew that underneath his grumbling, her husband loved their three children: Christian, William, and Eleanor.

The three children rushed to their parents' bed and snuggled up to them.

Christian asked:

"Mum, Grandpa told us that you didn't like Daddy before. Is that true?"

Olivia and Peter looked at each other with an amused smile before the young woman replied:

"It's a bit more complicated than that. But I think it deserves a story..."

"YES, A STORY!" exclaimed William and Eleanor.

And Peter looked on, while Olivia told her children how, one night, she and their father confessed what they never wanted to admit. But this truth was too good to hide...

Thanks for reading the story!

I hope you enjoyed it!

Can’t wait to write about a new crackship!

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