This chapter will definitely HAVE comedy. Enjoy!

After the presentation and after school, Abigail smiled at Adrienette who just walked down the staircases. "Hellooo, my two favourite couple in the whole world."

The duo groaned, "what do you want, Abigail?"

Abigail giggled and handed out a letter, "nothin', except read this."

"Pfft, is this really necessary?" Marinette scoffed, nabbing the letter from her. The letter had white delicate swirly patterns, that had a dove to stick the lid.

"Oui, Mon Chéri wanted you to do an errand." Leroy said as he walked aside Abigail, "regimens from Abigail have meanings."

Adrien then asked, "so..it's like a training regimen?"

"Go on, get home and prepare."

"I'm staring to wonder if--" Lerogail then disappeared, "hey, where'd you go?"

"What does the letter say?" Adrien asked, turning his head to offing wife.

"It says," Marinette opened the letter, "'meet me at the mall on the Food Court, tommorow. Time: 9:00 am. Be sure to be there',"

"I have a bad feeling about this," she groaned.

"Abigail's a pretty cruel person, can't even tell if she's really my sister though."

"Oh, come on. Adrien, she's still your sister."

"Uh-huh, she punishes her kwamis in three days with three ways."

"Why are you rhyming all of the sudden?"

"Day one: making them stay all day in a room filled with Camembert."

"AND..he ignores me," Marinette rolled her eyes, folding her arms.

"Day two: making them EAT in a room filled with Camembert. Day three; the more worst of all: making them stay in a room filled with their food and not ever make them eat it, they'll just sit and starve all day."

"Aren't they going to die?"

"A kwami's resistance is very high, so they'll be able to survive." Plagg popped out of Adrien's shoulder, "except for Plagg, though. He's always starving, even if he had just ate."

"Okay.."

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"So here we are," Marinette said as they stood in the amidst of the Food Court. "What now?"

"I have...no idea," Adrien numbly said.

A maid then came in and handed out a letter, "Miss Agreste wanted you to read this,"

Adrien nagged it from her as the maid took off, he opened the letter. "Okay, it says, 'Follow the map'."

"Alright, then. Where's the map?"

"There!" Adrien pointed.

"So this is the map that would lead us to the location?"

"Guess so," he shrugged.

"Let's get going,"

They followed the map that led them into an eccentric location, "'go here'." Adrien said, "is this where we're supposed to train?"

Marinette grasped on the letter, "I'll look at it. Better than you, with having a poor sense of direction, it'll take us decades just to find the place."

"I can read a map!" Adrien swiveled around, "this way!"

A few minutes later, they reached a dead end. Adrien awkwardly reached the map out to Marinette, "lead the way."

They then stopped in front of a shop, "is..is this it?" Adrien asked, staring at strangely.

"This is it,"

"Are you crazy?! That's where ALL my father's designs are stored in!" Adrien freaked.

"Quit being a baby, or so help me!" Marinette grasped Adrien wrists and dragged him inside.

Once they got in, Marinette soothed the place. A lady with brown shoulder-length and a scarf wrapped around her neck walked up to them, she spoke in a calm and proper tone.

"Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng, correct?" The duo nodded, "Miss Abigail told us you were coming, we're prepared everything just as requested. Please follow us to the dressing room,"

"Huh?"

Few minutes later, Adrien walked out of the dressing room wearing a formal suit. His blackish-blue suit's jacket was left open, with sleeves rolled up to the elbows, beneath is a white dress shirt. He wears long and dark green torsos, his ring (of course.) And a pair of dress shoes.

"Tch, what type of training is this supposed to be? And I already know all these formal clothings," Adrien nagged.

"Aww, you look so cute!" Voices were heard on the other dressing room, "you look fantastic! Oh, I wish I have that physical appearance of yours."

Adrien curiously lingered around the place and followed the face, revealing Marinette wearing a red dress. Fake red rubies were devorated around it, it had laces and a tulle on its skirt. She wore high tall pink boots and her miraculous.

"Oh, no matter what she wears, she's still beautiful!" The lady squealed.

Adrien blinked as he blushed, she's so beautiful in a formal dress, but there was just something bugging me--- WHAT'S WITH THAT GLARE?!

Marinette had a nasty glare on Adrien, "gosh, the heck, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing," he looked away, no longer blushing, but a smug face plastered on him.

The lady from earlier walked uo to them and gave them a letter, "Miss Abigail wanted you to come over to this location,"

Marinette took it from her, "thanks. Let's see..'come back to the food court, we're waiting for you'."

She then became paler, "why exactly do we have to come back? I'm so tired of going back and forth that my legs are turning sore."

On the other hand, Leroy and Abigail were shopping in Mont Blanc which was somewhere at the mall.

"So let me get this straight, Chéri." Leroy rolled his eyes, "you LEFT Adrienette out there while you leisurely go shopping?"

"Oh, come on, Roy. I really need to do this 'cause my father has a meeting in two days." Abigail retorted, inspecting the right outfit for her.

"Pfft, I thought you have millions of dresses in your room back in the mansion." Roy said, staring at Abigail.

"I do, not because I'm the one who bought them, it's because my father made me wear them!" Abigail snapped, "just say you know, I don't have much taste for fashion."

"Wow, speaking that you're the daughter of the King of Fashion."

Abigail shrudded in disgust, "I hate swimwears. I don't care about the designs, as long as it's decent."

"So you'll prefer anything if it's decent?" Roy raised a brow. "Why? What..what clothes do you wear?"

"Anything! My father accepts anything, but dress with laces, holes, black and sleeveless clothes and super tight skirts!"

"Sounds like your father's being picky.."

"He's not picky!" Abigail ragged, "He's conserving! He's afraid for us to loose our pride and our skills!"

"Wow, never knew someone like Hawkmoth (which is your dad) ever had the feelings to care for you."

Abigail gave him a menacing look, with dark aura sprawling behind her. "What'd you say?"

"N-Nothing!" Roy changed the subject, "anyways, why not black?" He asked, "I mean, Chaton's black."

"He's as Chat Noir. Not..him!" Abigail screamed, "and besides, black means death. It'll just remind us how our mother left back a few months ago."

"Ohh..." Roy rubbed his nape, "your mom left? My mom did the same thing. It's just me and my relentless dad, and also the staffs in our mansion and company. I'm a son of a president of a well-known corporation by the way, I forgot to tell you that."

"Yeah, I don't like talking about that." Abigail grimaced in though of her mother.

Adrien constantly tapped his fingertips on the desk of the table as he impatiently waited, Marinette seemed to notice. "If I were you, I'd wait properly. Abigail may be a guardian, but she's a generous lady, in a way.."

"Have you even met Abigail? She's a criminal master mind!" (Not literally, Adri. You're mean, 😖)

"Are you serious? I can trust Abigail, even if it's official. Although, I don't quite trust that partner of hers," Marinette said. "Don't you think he's some kind of an akumatized villain likewise with Volpina? And I'm sick of his bizzaro habit of nicknaming people!"

"Hey, I know Abigail pretty well. The people she trusts are always the trustworthy ones, you've seen Roy as Dragon Fly, he seems pretty serious in combat sometimes. Well, all the time.." Adrien interpreted.

Marinette shrugged, "I dunno if you're right or if I'm right, but that doesn't really matter. What exactly are we even here for?"

A butler then appeared, handing out a letter. Then left, "what does it say?" Marinette curiously asked.

"I'm reading, I'm reading! Yeesh, stop being a push-over, Bug."

"I'm just curious!" Adrien then blushed, looking away from the letter. "Well, what does it say?" Marinette impatiently snapped.

Adrien handed out the letter to her and looked away, he was baldy blushing. "Uhh, 'you must kiss'." Marinette mumbled then tremendously bloomed red.

"A-Are we really gonna do that?" Adrien stammered.

"If-If we have to-- I-I mean, this is outrageous!" Marinette sat up and glanced around their seats. "Show yourself, Agreste!"

Abigail reappeared across their seats, yawning as she sipped a cup of tea. "Yes, Mari?"

Leroy sighed, appearing out of nowhere, appearing aside their seats that is. "Oh boy, everything was going fine. Why'd ya have to ruin it, Pigtails?"

"This is stupendous and preposterous! I thought Adrien and I told you that we weren't interested in this!" Marinette complained, "marriage is impossible. Not a chance. Not even if the world's ending,"

"Uhh, that's a bit too harsh, Marie." Adrien gawked.

"Come on, it's not a big deal. Just do it," Abigail smirked, "although, if you'd prefer something more, I could ask you two for that."

"I-It's not that! I mean, kissing?! We're in a public facility! We're not even dating!" Adrien freaked.

"Yo, Perfect Boy. Isn't this a date right now?" Leroy said, digging his face lazily on the desk out of boredom.

"What?!" Marinette freaked and turned to Abigail, "that's it! I've had enough of these complex problems! What exactly are you trying to make us do? I thought you said this was training."

Abigail blinked, "I didn't." She pointed out to Roy, "but he did."

"Whoa, hold up there. I didn't say yes."

Adrien facepalmed, "why exactly are you making us do this?!"

"It's to fulfill the prophecy--"

"God damn, we're fiftheen! Wait, did Master Fu sent you?"

"Yes, he did. He's the one responsible for saying that you should learn how to get close with one another. Although, I was the one who planned all these letters and romantic tips since the very beginning." Abigail smirked deviously, "and I still won't stop."

"Abigail.." Adrienette groaned.

"You two are hilarious!" Abigail giggled, "nevertheless, I have a request."

"We told you neither of us agreed with this!" Marinette yelled. "I have no time for this! I still have to save Paris and go to school! I still have to study and do homework."

Abigail scoffed, "everyday is always a difference. I don't get what you kept saying to me, even if you say you're not interested. It's still your priority, what choice do I have?"

"Everyone needs to step on a next stage in their lives, you can't keep on becoming like this forever. For the sake of Paris, that is." Leroy said, "we can't let you go 'till The Savior is born--"

"This our lives we're taking about! Who are you to boss us?!"

"Oh, come on. It's fun bossing you guys around and every person I met in my entire life keeps on bossing me around." Abigail dubbed, "Natalie, my father, the photographer, my piano teacher, my violin teacher, my ballet teacher, my Chinese teacher, Mr. D'Argencourt, the mayor, and lots of other people. Leroy's the only friend who hasn't bossed me yet."

"Pfft, who would I do that if you're the one bossing me around?" Leroy raised a brow.

Abigail ignored him, "regardless, you two are both amazing people. Yet we still need to fulfill the prophecy, how about we make a deal? Three months of staying together with each other in a house--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! LIVE--with her?!" Adrien pointed to Marinette.

"Hey, I'm still here." She folded her arms.

Abigail cleared throat, "anyhow, as I was saying, three months of staying together in a house, if you surpass the Guardian Council, you'll seperate forever and Roy and I will never ever bother you! If not, you'll live together permanently!" The duo shrudded by that term, "and try to have a baby." Two of them barely puked, "deal?"

"Guardian Council? What's that?" The duo asked in unison.

"Guardian Council is a council of great and powerful miraculous holders. They're well-known guardians from generation to generation. In fact, Abigail and I are two of them. These guardians are master miraculous holders, so powerful and skilled that they protect France's regions by pairs. There arw twelve guardians that take the name of The Guardian Council." Leroy interpreted, "Abigail and I are supposedly the guardians of another state from France, but that didn't worked out since we were in New York back then, Abigail and I are obviously labeled as Dragon Fly and Dove by our fellow guardians."

"So-So we have to surpass all these guardians?!" Marinette stammered, "we can't do that!"

"Hey, you choose. Fulfill the prophecy by marrying and have a baby or leave you at peace?"

Adrien sighed, "Abby, let us talk to Master Fu about this!"

"The Great Guardian? Tch, he's the head of us all." Leroy said, "would you think you could convince him to stop the prophecy by just telling your alibis?"

"We have to. I want to talk to him!" Adrien stood his grounds.

Marinette joined along, "me too!"

Roy and Abby exchanged glances and sighed.

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They walked around the streets and entered an old library, "wait, I thought we're going to Master Fu's?" Marienette asked.

"We are," Abigail said before grasping on a book from a dusty shelf nearby.

The entire bookshelf then moved aside followed by another and another and so on, clearing them a path to enter.

"This..This is the place?" Adrien stammered.

"You'll see what you get there, Brother." Abigail said as they entered the path, once they got down a staircase of a dark path.

"Roy, light it up." Abigail implied.

Leroy nodded and kneeled down to slid his palm on the ground, his electric currents span out as they light the path. Once they walked forward, they were leaded to a large room. It had a large meeting table with linings and ancient marks, they were chairs, fire lamps.

"Well, well, well! Look who came crawlin' back!" A voice said, as the fire became more luminous and sparked the chairs.

Showing a guy, wearing dark red clothes; a red shoal wrapped around him, a red jacket with bright orange linings, underneath was a yellow shirt, long white pants and red and yellow sneakers. He had spiked red fushia hair, fair skin, and a combination of dismatched eyes; red and orange. A phoenix-themed wrist-band worn on his right wrist.

"Lerogail! Haha!" He laughed with his dismatched red and orange eyes reflecting the fire. "You even brought them with you!"

"Whoa, who is this guy?" Adrien asked, "and what's up with his eyes?"

"I'm sorry for his arrogant and crude greeting, but this is..Zariffe Lenoir, Guardian Council's Vermillion Phoenix, the guardian of Bordeaux. And..my cousin." Leroy cringed in regret.

"Awe, don't feel so sorry, Doe!" Zariffe smirked deviously, "pretty sure that Aracelie's pretty excited to meet you and 'em!"

"Yo, Aracelie!" He christened.

A lady who had a scarf worn over her neck, wearing a spider-symboled locket, a black jacket with reddish orange shirt beneath. Long cinnamon brown pants, dark brown skirt, tall brown fur boots. Her hair was black with a streak of it hanging on the right side of her face, she had pale skin and white vacant eyes.

"What?" She snapped morbidly.

"The duo's here!"

Aracelie rolled her eyes, "tch, I'm blind, doofus. I can't even see anything but empty darkness." She faced Adrienette, she could hear their sense of breathing, "you two are the one who'll give birth to the Savior, you could at least be powerful."

"This is Aracelie Faivre, the Arachnoid Spider of the Guardian Council and..Zariffe's partner," Abigail interpreted.

Marinette pulled out a hand, Aracelie grimaced at her hand. "I could feel the heat your body produces or the air that passes within you seeping through my skin, that way I could tell who's near or whether you'll be striking an attack." She snapped, "I wouldn't touch my own hand if I were you, unless you want it to get sticked for a really long time. And it'll be super infuriating, super futile and super ridiculous."

She glared at the duo then to Zariffe, although it had a wrong angle. She was facing the right, "I'm already stuck with this shrew," she referred to him.

"Zariffe!!" A girl jumped over Zariffe in surprise.

She had shoulder-length light blue hair, which has eyebrow-length bangs, is normally tied up with a silver crown-jewel with a sapphire gem hanged on the middle that hanged around her head. While initially portrayed as having rather straight hair, her hair has slowly gained a more wavy, wild look, with more locks hanging down the sides of her face. She has pale skin, turquoise blue eyes, white tank-top-like dress. She wore white heels.

"Lyra misses you very much!!" The girl squealed as Zariffe tried to push her away.

"Geez, how many types have I told you to get off me?!" Zariffe rudely yelled, but the girl keep giggling.

Once the girl spotted Adrienette, she gasped and squealed. But Zariffe immediately smothered her, "shut it, Lyra. You're making a scene!"

"Hehe," Lyra recovered and sweetly smiled to Adrienette. "Hi, my name is Lyra Guilluame, from Toulouse. Oh, and Guardian Council's White Serpent! Plus, Zariffe's girlfriend!"

"What the heck are you talking about?!" Zariffe freaked, "we're not dating! I mostly prefer Aracelie!"

"Hey, we were never a thing." Aracelie said, gripping on her locket. "Don't bug me in your situations, you vermillion-freak."

Abigail cleared her throat, "Lyra, I believe you've heard of Marinette and Adrien. The Ladybug and Chat Noir. (Or should I say, the future father and mother couple? Hehe, 😆😆) She gestured to them.

"Of course, I heard of them!" Lyra gave them a peace sign. "Nice to meet you, Twin Hearts Miraculous!"

"Uhh, I'm sorry, what?" Marinette queried.

"What do you mean?" Lyra giggled. "Hey, Where's Dante?"

"Right here," a guy who wore a blue dress shirt, black dress pants, dress shoes appeared aside Lyra. He had dark blue hair in a bowl-cut hairstyle, he had his coat carried on his shoulder. "Dante Moreau, Mystic Dragon of Guardian Council, Lyra's partner. At your service."

"We were excited to meet you!" Lyra smiled.

"So.. why'd ya come here anyway? I thought you were too busy being bossed around by someone like Lerogail." Zariffe said as the other guardians (not mentioned, 'cause that's not very important right now and you'll just be bored out. 😊) sat on their respective seats.

"Don't get too cocky, doofus." Aracelie snapped, "I think I know why they came here.. you need to speak with Fu, yes?"

The duo nodded as she sighed, "come. Come."

She lead them near the burning fire spot where it's labeled as the oracle, she used a stick made of her cobwebs to guide her the way. "Stay here. I can't believe you came just right in before the meeting," she left.

"You guys had a meeting and you weren't informed?" Adrienette spoke in unsion, referring to the two.

"Hey, we didn't got anything text." Abigail's phone beeped, "new message from Yvonne Foque, 'head to headquarters,  we're waiting for you'."

"Yeah... pretty late," Leroy remarked. "That's Yvonne, alright. Gah, I hate that Black Angel."

"She's still our friend, even though she's the Black Raven." Abigail interpreted, "she is the messenging bird. Although, I don't know why she's always late. She doesn't have much of a busy life in her normal one."

"Well, I don't like black angels. I prefer white angels," Leroy winked at her, "which is you, Angel of Zion."

"Quit flirtin' with my sister!" Adrien butted in.

"More than you, I heard you flirt with Ladybug all the time!" The two pushed each other's foreheads together, while they argue.

"That was in the past!"

"In the past, eh, Perfect Boy?" Leroy teased, "how about today? You still love her?"

"As if!" Marinette huffed.

"CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE HAVING A CRAZY AND BIZARRE CONVERSATION?!" The boys roared, commiting Marinette squeak. "THE HECK, SINCE WHEN WHERE YOU IN IT?!"

"Uhh..Abigail?!" Marinette called, trembling in fear. Abigail, unfortunately, didn't heard her.

"Wonder where's Master Fu though, I haven't seen him since I got to the mansion." Abigail rubbed her chin, "but I guess he'll be here any minute now.."

"My, Ladybug and Chat Noir, what are you doing here?" The boys stopped fighting, they knew precisely who it was.

Master Fu showed up, behind the oracle and moved aside to show himself from it.

"Uhh, we came to discuss about..our issue with the prophecy," Marinette spoke up.

"Oh, well, sit by the chairs next to the guardians" He pointed with his cane, "so glad we have spares though."

Abigail and Leroy proceeded to their seats, while the duo sat by and watched them. "So..why didn't you defeat Hawkmoth already?" Zariffe asked, smirking. "I mean, I've defeated five villains in a row. "

"We are trying to," Marinette glared at him furiously, "He's just hard to find 'cause he never comes out of his shell."

"Ha! That's just because weaklings like you never manage to do such a thing," Zariffe chuckled arrogantly.

"Zariffe, enough. This isn't something to be said lightly," Dante interrupted in a lazy voice as usual.

"Anyways, why have you come here, Twin Hearts Miraculous?" A dark blue-haired female asked.

"Uhh, Twin Hearts Miraculous? What the..?" Marinette disoriently asked.

"Twin Hearts Miraculous, is the formal title of the Miraculous Duo. Twin Hearts for short," Fu said, "the Twelve Heavenly Commanders are just addressing you formally. If you don't like, we'll just call you Miraculous Duo."

"Twin Hearts' fine." Adrien said, "beats just sayin' it in such a unfittin' word."

"Again, why are you here?" The dark-haired female from earlier asked. "Pretty sure that you're just here to waste our time."

"They're here to discuss about the prophecy, Renartha." Master Fu said in a calm voice, "and please calm yourself down. Be like your brother, Réne?"

"I'm not calm, I'm just dispersing all this anger and menace inside of me." A dark-haired guy, Réne said.

"Discuss about the prophecy?" A silver-haired female asked. "You're not.. legitimately with this?"

"We take the title 'Ladybug' and 'Chat Noir', but neither of us spoke to accept this." Marinette said.

"Oh, Geez." A pink-haired girl said, "you do know that you have to redeem the prophet, it's your responsibility as a superhero."

"But what if they're not strong enough?" Abigail spoke up in disapproval as all guardians were shocked. "Isn't Zariffe the strongest? Can't Zariffe and Aracelie just be the ones?"

"What?! No! Lyra can't afford of my Zariffe getting married with Aracelie!" Lyra huffed.

"My word, Abigail. This behavior you're pulling up, it's not very polite." Dante calmly said in a lazy voice.

Abigail folded her arms, "I'm just trying to help. My brother and Marinette don't have strong feelings to one another. That would make the prophecy impossible, they hated each other ever since they've met."

"Nothing is impossible by the power of Miraculous, Dove." Master Fu spoke up, sitting on a chair above the hightstand of the Oracle. "Hate could lead to love."

"I'm sorry if you take this the wrong way, Great Guardian. But.." Marinette reluctantly spoke, "Adrien and I never got along, we don't even approve with this."

"So are you saying that that's it?" An orange-haired male spoke, frowning. "You're just gonna let them be? Are you going to let this rain of terror succeed on destroying every on in town?"

"No! We'll-We'll figure out a way!" Adrien said.

"Tch, I could eradicate you if I would." Réne scoffed, in a rude manner.

"Fu, the prophecy must be fulfilled. We don't want villains likewise with Hawkmoth winning," the silver-haired female from before said once more.

"Whether live with her or we'll force you to make a baby with her right now. You choose," Réne snapped.

Adrien blushed, then shooked it away. "I just don't like neither living with her or give birth to some child."

"Eh, fine then. The guardians and I will just wait for the child," Zariffe bluntly said. "You still save dreams when you sleep? What a blunder. There is one thing you can do, marry your Buginette and have a baby."

The duo frowned, unsatisfied of what he just said. Aracelie too, was unsatisfied, "Zariffe, what are you doing?"

"Ara, shut up." He deviously smirked, resting a cheek on his palm. "What prophesied is what has to be done, I just realized that just now."

"I agree." A black-haired guy said.

"Ethane..?" Abigail was dumbfounded.

"The Savior bring end to the millennia-old conflict once given birth, you need not to go in dangerous missions, special training or anything else anymore." Ethane said. "Just start a peaceful family in a somewhat warm and safe place. You will do nothing but give birth to the Savior. That is your priority,"

Adrien frowned in anger of the guardian, he sat up then faced them, "fine! Is that what you want?!" He yelled, "then how about this?!" He swiveled to Marinette and gripped on the armrests of the girl's seat, leaning to her closer.

"Mari! Let's get married now!" She blushed slightly, but that blush became worse once Adrien then said, "then we'll go home and have a baby!"

Abigail and Leroy were dumbstruck, so were the guardians nearby. Master Fu, who was sitting idly adjacent to them, smirked in fondness. Other guardians had disgusted and strange impression plastered among them.

"Gah, where is Adrien exactly going with this?" Abigail facepalmed in humiliation.

"I dunno, people will just think that the idiot's sister would be pretty embarrassed.." Leroy said.

"Oh, you know he's not an idiot. He's just...Chat,"

"R-Ridiculous," Marinette looked away, blushing.

Adrien didn't bother, he turned to face Ethane. "There! Happy now?!"

"Would you think that would suffice everything?" The pink-haired girl from before (the one who told Twin Hearts about their responsibility as a superhero) asked.

"No. But I do know one thing!" Adrien said, "if Twin Hearts' child, The Savior is born, what would happen then?! Even if it's foretold that the child will bring end to all the fighting, how could you just leave everything to that baby?! I won't let an unborn child receive so much blunder!"

"He is right.." Dante said, "what is your point exactly, Chat Noir?"

"Abigail said about a deal. A deal that agrees that we'll be spending three months in a house together! If we surpass ALL of you guardians, you all could go on and leave us alone!" Adrien declared, "if we fail, we do everything just as prophesied! We'll have no complains or whatsoever! Deal?!"

"I agree with Adrien," Marinette stood aside her partner. "We are going through this straight! We'll keep our word from now on and to the end of the deal!"

"You seem pretty serious about this, so.." Fu stood up and said in a serious tone, "fine. Twin Hearts, we'll wait three months..three months to surpass the Twelve Heavenly Commanders!"

The guardians had different types of looks, some were serious, some were irritated, some were confused. Zariffe was smirking, Aracelie was twitching an eye because the duo and the guardians had to do this, Lyra was smiling sweetly as usual, Dante was confused, Leroy was proud, Abigail was freaking out in the inside. How on Earth could this happen? Ethane was serious, Yvonne, the silver-haired girl or the Raven was curious. Everyone in the Guardian Council has different types of looks.

"You have my word.." Adrien bowed and grabbed Marinette's wrist, "let's go.." They then stormed away from the headquarters.

He seems..pretty serious about this. Marinette thought, I've..never seen him act like this before..

Adrien glanced at her and smiled sweetly, "Let's go! We could have ice cream if you want!"

Marinette blushed, "s-sure.."

"Cool," Adrien chuckled, "I know just where!"

I know everything's turning too confusing. But I hope you guys love this chapter. I love the votes! I appreciate the comments also. Have a good day and see you on the next update!