Day 4

The silence in the abandoned building was suffocating as Neuvillette and Wriothesley carefully made their way down the darkened hallway, their footsteps echoing faintly against the cracked, uneven floors. The walls were peeling with age, the scent of mildew thick in the air. The entire scene felt wrong, as though they were walking into the jaws of a trap—and yet, they had no choice.

The tip they'd received about Furina's whereabouts had been flimsy at best, but desperation forced their hand. Neuvillette, despite his typically composed demeanor, had been uncharacteristically restless since her disappearance. His mind churned with guilt and fear, and his heart ached with the weight of responsibility. Furina wasn't just Fontaine's Archon; she was someone he had sworn to protect.

Wriothesley kept a steady pace beside him, his sharp eyes scanning every shadow. His hand rested near his weapon, his body tense but controlled. "You're unusually quiet," he remarked softly, breaking the silence.

Neuvillette glanced at him, his expression grave. "I have much to think about. If this lead proves to be another dead end..." He trailed off, his gaze flickering with unease.

Wriothesley placed a hand on his back, a grounding touch. "Then we'll keep searching," he said firmly. "Together. We'll find her, no matter how long it takes."

Neuvillette nodded, appreciating the reassurance, though his tension didn't ease. The building seemed endless, each hallway leading to another layer of decay. Just as they were about to round a corner, Neuvillette's foot hovered over an oddly placed floorboard.

The faintest of clicks broke the oppressive silence.

"Neuvillette, stop!" Wriothesley's voice was sharp, and he lunged forward, grabbing his husband's arm. But the warning came too late.

The ground beneath them groaned ominously, and before either could react, the floor collapsed in a deafening crash. Dust and debris filled the air as they fell, the world spinning around them.

Neuvillette hit the ground hard, a sharp pain radiating through his shoulder and side. His vision blurred as he struggled to breathe, his chest heaving from the impact. Somewhere nearby, he heard Wriothesley's voice, laced with panic.

"Neuvillette! Are you okay?"

"I'm... fine," Neuvillette managed, though his voice was weak. He attempted to sit up but winced as a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. His hand instinctively went to it, his fingers brushing against the joint. "I think my shoulder is dislocated."

Wriothesley, who had landed a few feet away, was already scrambling to his side. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with barely concealed worry as he knelt beside Neuvillette, inspecting him.

"You're hurt," Wriothesley said, his jaw tightening as he noticed the awkward angle of Neuvillette's shoulder. "We need to fix this before you move any further."

Neuvillette nodded, though the thought of resetting his shoulder made his stomach churn. "Do it quickly," he said, his voice steady despite the pain.

Wriothesley positioned himself carefully, his hands firm but gentle as he prepared to pop the joint back into place. "This is going to hurt," he warned, meeting Neuvillette's gaze.

"Just do it," Neuvillette replied, bracing himself.

With a quick, precise motion, Wriothesley realigned the joint. A sharp cry escaped Neuvillette's lips, the pain blinding for a moment before it dulled into a deep ache. He slumped forward, breathing heavily, as Wriothesley steadied him.

"It's done," Wriothesley said softly, his hand lingering on Neuvillette's back. "You're okay now."

Neuvillette looked up at him, his pale eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Wriothesley smiled faintly, his hand brushing a strand of Neuvillette's hair away from his face. "You scared me for a moment there," he admitted. "You need to be more careful."

"I couldn't have predicted this," Neuvillette replied, his tone defensive but soft. "We were led into a trap."

Wriothesley's expression darkened at the mention of the trap. He helped Neuvillette to his feet, his arm wrapped protectively around his waist to support him. "Whoever sent us here wanted us out of the way—or worse," he said grimly.

Neuvillette nodded, his mind racing. "And now we've lost precious time. Furina could be anywhere, and we're stuck in this... pit."

Wriothesley tightened his hold on him. "We'll get out of here. Whoever set this up didn't count on us surviving. We'll turn the tables on them."

As they surveyed their surroundings, it became clear that the room was deliberately designed to trap them. Broken beams and shattered concrete littered the floor, and the only exit appeared to be a heavy metal door that was bolted shut.

Wriothesley walked over to the door, examining it closely. "It's reinforced," he said, frowning. "But I might be able to break it open."

Neuvillette leaned against the wall, his hand still cradling his injured shoulder. He watched as Wriothesley squared his stance, his fists clenching as he prepared to strike the door.

"Be careful," Neuvillette said, his concern evident.

Wriothesley glanced back at him, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I'm always careful," he replied, before delivering a powerful punch to the door. The impact echoed through the room, and the metal dented slightly under the force.

After several more strikes, the door finally gave way with a loud clang. Wriothesley stepped back, breathing heavily, as he pushed the door open.

"Let's go," he said, extending a hand to Neuvillette.

Neuvillette took his hand, allowing Wriothesley to help him through the doorway. As they stepped into the next corridor, they were met with another wave of silence, the oppressive atmosphere pressing down on them.

"We need to find out who set this trap," Neuvillette said, his voice firm despite the lingering pain. "And why."

"And we will," Wriothesley replied, his eyes blazing with determination. "But first, we find Furina. No more distractions."

Neuvillette nodded, his resolve solidifying. Together, they pressed on, their partnership unshaken despite the dangers ahead.

———-

The journey back to the Court of Fontaine's main square was heavy with unspoken frustration. Neuvillette and Wriothesley, bruised and disheveled, had managed to navigate out of the trap that had been set for them. The Hydro Dragon's usual calm demeanor was cracking, his mind racing with questions about who had orchestrated this deception. By the time they reached the gates leading back into the city, they were met by a group of guards, their expressions taut with unease.

"Chief Justice," one of the guards said, stepping forward and saluting. His tone was rushed, almost panicked. "We received word you were investigating in the outskirts. Is it true you encountered... danger?"

Neuvillette didn't answer right away. His piercing pale-blue eyes scanned the group, his gaze narrowing as he noticed their fidgeting. Wriothesley, standing slightly behind him, crossed his arms, his presence solid and unwavering.

"Define 'danger,'" Neuvillette finally said, his voice steady but cold.

The guard hesitated, clearly uneasy under Neuvillette's scrutinizing gaze. "There was... intel indicating you might be targeted. We were sent to monitor your investigation and intervene if necessary."

"Yet no intervention came," Wriothesley cut in sharply, his voice low but carrying an edge of irritation. He stepped forward, looming over the guard. "Convenient, don't you think?"

The guard's face paled slightly. "It—it wasn't intentional. We only received orders to track the area after you'd already entered. When we arrived, it was too late. The terrain collapsed before we could—"

"Enough," Neuvillette interrupted, raising a hand. His voice carried authority, silencing the stammering explanation. He didn't have the energy for excuses. "Did you investigate the location after we left?"

"Yes, Chief Justice," the guard replied. "A team was sent to sweep the area and assess the damage."

"And your findings?"

The guard hesitated again, his lips pressing into a thin line. Finally, he stepped closer and handed Neuvillette a sealed folder. "These were recovered from a hidden compartment in the building. We haven't deciphered the full contents yet, but they seem... significant."

Neuvillette took the folder, his fingers brushing against the worn paper. He opened it with precision, his sharp eyes scanning the documents inside. What he found made his heart sink—a series of maps, coded messages, and a list of names. Many of the names were blacked out, but one stood out clearly: Furina.

"This is more than an ambush," Neuvillette murmured, his grip tightening on the folder. He turned to Wriothesley, his voice quiet but urgent. "They knew we'd be there. This was calculated."

Wriothesley's jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as he processed the information. "Whoever's behind this, they wanted us out of the picture—or worse. They're not just trying to cover their tracks; they're leading us into their game."

Neuvillette's attention returned to the guards. "You'll organize a thorough investigation of the site," he commanded. "Every corner, every shadow—leave nothing unchecked. I want every trace of evidence delivered to me directly."

"Yes, Chief Justice," the guard said, bowing his head.

Before they could leave, another guard stepped forward, his expression more serious. "If I may, sir," he began cautiously, "we also found traces of something... unusual."

Neuvillette tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "Unusual how?"

"The remnants of a Vision's elemental energy," the guard explained. "Specifically, Pyro. It's faint but distinct, as though someone recently used it in that location."

Wriothesley stiffened at the revelation, his gaze darting to Neuvillette. "That's not a coincidence."

Neuvillette's brow furrowed as his mind raced. A Vision's energy could be traced to its wielder if properly examined. If Furina had been there—or someone connected to her—it was a lead he couldn't ignore. The red dust shone faintly, mixed in with a hint of black residue,also similar to that of a delusion

"Where exactly was this found?" Neuvillette asked, his tone sharp.

"In the chamber beneath the main building," the guard replied. "Near the center of the collapse."

Neuvillette nodded, closing the folder with a decisive snap. He turned to Wriothesley, his gaze steady despite the storm brewing within him. "We're going back," he said.

"Not without backup," Wriothesley countered immediately. "You were nearly killed the first time, and now you're injured. I won't let you risk yourself again."

Neuvillette's lips pressed into a thin line, his pride clashing with Wriothesley's practicality. But before he could respond, Wriothesley stepped closer, lowering his voice.

"I know you feel responsible," Wriothesley said, his hand brushing against Neuvillette's arm. "But you can't do this alone. Let the guards handle the site for now. If there's something to be found, they'll find it. And if not, we regroup and plan our next move—together."

Neuvillette exhaled slowly, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. He hated feeling powerless, but he trusted Wriothesley's judgment. "Fine," he conceded. "But I expect a report within the hour."

Wriothesley gave him a small, reassuring smile before turning to the guards. "You heard him. Move quickly."

The guards saluted and dispersed, their boots echoing against the stone as they marched away.

As the two of them stood alone once more, the tension lingered in the air. Wriothesley placed a hand on Neuvillette's shoulder, his touch firm yet comforting. "You're not in this alone, you know," he said softly.

"I know," Neuvillette replied, though his gaze remained distant. "But I can't shake the feeling that time is slipping away."

Wriothesley pulled him closer, resting his forehead against Neuvillette's. "Then let's make every moment count," he murmured.

For a brief moment, the weight of the world felt just a little lighter. But deep down, Neuvillette knew the search for Furina was far from over—and the storm was only just beginning.

~~~~~~~~~

Furina sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, her fingers gripping the fabric of her blue gown with enough force to crumple the delicate silk. The room, though lavish, felt suffocating. A roaring fireplace on the far wall provided warmth, but its crackling only added to the tension that coiled in her chest. Arlecchino loomed nearby, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the firelight. She had that signature smirk on her lips, the one that made Furina's stomach churn with equal parts fear and defiance.

"You're unusually quiet today," Arlecchino remarked, her voice smooth like velvet but carrying an edge of mockery. She took a slow step forward, her boots clicking softly against the polished floor. "I was expecting a bit more fight from you."

Furina glared at the floor, unwilling to meet her captor's gaze. "What would be the point?" she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Arlecchino chuckled, low and predatory. "Ah, so you're learning. Good. Compliance suits you, my dear Archon." She reached out, brushing a stray lock of Furina's hair back behind her ear. Furina flinched slightly at the contact, but she didn't pull away, her pride keeping her rooted in place.

Before Furina could muster a retort, Arlecchino's hand slid to her chin, tilting her face upward so their eyes met. "You really are quite striking, you know," Arlecchino murmured, her tone softening but not losing its sharpness. "A fragile little thing, but beautiful nonetheless."

Furina's cheeks flushed a deep red, not from the compliment but from the indignity of the situation. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice trembling but defiant.

"What I want," Arlecchino said, leaning closer, "is something only you can give me. But all in good time."

Without warning, Arlecchino pulled Furina closer, her movements smooth and calculated. She sat back onto the plush couch nearby, effortlessly bringing Furina into her lap. Furina tensed, her hands instinctively reaching out to steady herself against Arlecchino's shoulders. Her knees rested on either side of the Harbinger's thighs, leaving her perched awkwardly but intimately close.

Furina's face burned crimson as she struggled to find her voice. "W-what are you doing?" she stammered, her body stiff as a board.

Arlecchino leaned back, resting her arms casually along the back of the couch. Her crimson gaze never left Furina's face, drinking in her flustered expression with amusement. "Just getting comfortable," she said nonchalantly, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her playful intent.

Furina squirmed slightly, trying to put some distance between them, but Arlecchino's hands settled firmly on her hips, keeping her in place. "Relax," Arlecchino said, her voice low and teasing. "You're making this far more awkward than it needs to be."

Furina shot her a glare, her blue eyes blazing despite her obvious embarrassment. "You're insufferable," she hissed.

Arlecchino's laugh was soft and almost melodic, a stark contrast to her usual commanding tone. "And yet, here you are," she said, her fingers tracing lazy circles against Furina's waist through the fabric of her gown.

Before the moment could escalate further, the sound of the door swinging open shattered the tension.

"Knave, we—" Childe's voice cut through the room, but he stopped short when he took in the scene before him.

Furina froze, her face turning a shade of red that rivaled Arlecchino's eyes. She tried to pull away, but Arlecchino's hands remained firmly in place, keeping her perched on her lap.

Childe blinked, then grinned, his amusement evident. "Well, this is... unexpected," he drawled, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Behind him, Columbina stood with her signature serene smile, her black hair with pink streaks framing her face. Lyney and Lynette peeked in from behind, their expressions a mix of curiosity and mild shock. Freminet, as usual, looked as though he'd rather be anywhere else, his gaze firmly fixed on the floor.

Furina buried her face in her hands, wishing the ground would swallow her whole.

Arlecchino, on the other hand, remained entirely unfazed. She leaned her head back against the couch, her smirk widening as she addressed the intruders. "You're late," she said coolly, as though nothing unusual had happened.

Childe raised an eyebrow, clearly relishing the situation. "Looks like you were... busy," he said, gesturing vaguely toward Furina.

"State your business," Arlecchino said sharply, her tone leaving no room for further teasing.

Lyney stepped forward, offering a dramatic bow. "We've come to report that all preparations are complete," he said with a flourish.

"Good," Arlecchino replied, her hands finally releasing Furina, who scrambled off her lap and put as much distance between them as the room allowed. "Wait for me outside. I'll join you shortly."

Lyney nodded, his grin never faltering. "Of course, Father." He gave Furina a cheeky wink before turning to leave.

The others followed, though Columbina paused briefly to give Furina a knowing smile. "You're quite the entertainer, aren't you?" she said softly before slipping out the door.

As the door clicked shut, Furina let out a shaky breath, her hands trembling as she smoothed down her gown. She didn't dare look at Arlecchino, who was still lounging on the couch, her crimson gaze fixed on Furina with an unreadable expression.

"You didn't have to humiliate me like that," Furina said quietly, her voice laced with anger and embarrassment.

Arlecchino tilted her head, her smirk softening into something more enigmatic. "Humiliate you? My dear Archon, I was merely... enjoying the moment."

Furina shot her a glare, her blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "You're a monster," she whispered.

Arlecchino's smile didn't falter. If anything, it grew. "Perhaps," she said, rising from the couch and crossing the room toward Furina. She stopped just inches away, her gloved hand reaching out to tilt Furina's chin up once more. "But you're still here, aren't you?"

Furina swallowed hard, her resolve wavering as Arlecchino's intense gaze bore into her. She hated how powerless she felt, how easily Arlecchino could unnerve her. But deep down, she knew there was no escaping this. Not yet.

...

Later that day, Furina found herself wandering the halls of the vast estate, her steps echoing against the cold stone floors. Her head swirled with thoughts of escape, of the absurdity of her situation, and—most frustratingly—of the woman who had brought her here.

She had changed into a simpler dress provided for her, a deep blue gown that matched the striking color of her eyes. The dress was modest yet elegant, clearly tailored for someone of high status. It felt odd to wear something so fine while she remained a captive. Furina brushed her hand along the ornate wood paneling of the walls, her eyes taking in the grand chandeliers and intricate tapestries that lined the corridors.

Each turn she made only led her further into the castle's labyrinthine design. The silence was almost deafening, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards or the faint hum of wind outside the high windows. Furina's heart raced as she passed rooms that were locked or filled with oddities she couldn't make sense of—portraits of unfamiliar faces, shelves of books in languages she didn't recognize, and weapons mounted on walls as grim decorations.

The scent of the castle was unfamiliar too, a blend of aged wood, faint perfume, and something metallic. It felt suffocating at times, as though the very walls were pressing in on her. Still, she kept walking, unsure of where she was headed but unwilling to stay confined to her room.

As she turned a corner, her ears caught faint murmurs. She froze, pressing herself against the wall and listening closely. The voices were faint but unmistakably familiar. She carefully crept toward the source, her bare feet silent on the cold stone.

"...What if she tries to escape?" It was Lynette's calm voice, her words measured as always.

"She won't," Lyney replied, his tone confident. "She's not stupid. She knows she has nowhere to go."

Freminet's voice chimed in, quieter but tinged with unease. "But what if someone comes looking for her? We can't keep this up forever."

Furina's breath hitched. They were talking about her. She leaned closer, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to piece together their conversation.

"She's more valuable than she looks," Lyney said, his voice dripping with amusement. "Arlecchino knows that. Besides, we're not just babysitting her—we're protecting her from herself."

Lynette sighed softly. "Still, tipping off Iudex's men with false leads... It's dangerous. What if they catch on?"

"They won't," Lyney replied confidently. "By the time they realize, it'll be too late. Father always has a plan."

Furina's heart raced. False leads? Neuvillette? They were actively sabotaging any chance of her being rescued. She felt a wave of anger rising in her chest, but she forced herself to stay quiet. She couldn't risk being caught listening in.

Before she could gather more, the sound of approaching footsteps made her freeze. Furina ducked behind a large curtain, her heart pounding as she held her breath.

Moments later, the unmistakable voice of Arlecchino broke the tension. "What are you three whispering about?"

"Nothing important, Father..," Lyney replied smoothly. "Just discussing the arrangements."

"Hmm." Arlecchino's tone was unreadable, but it sent a shiver down Furina's spine. "Good. I trust you're keeping everything under control."

"Of course," Lynette replied.

"Excellent. Then leave me—I have other matters to attend to."

Furina heard the sound of the trio's footsteps retreating down the hall. For a moment, she felt a flicker of relief. But then the heavy silence was broken by Arlecchino's voice, much closer now.

"You can come out now, Furina."

Her blood ran cold. How had she been discovered? She stayed frozen in place, hoping against hope that Arlecchino was bluffing.

"I won't ask again."

The sharpness in her tone left no room for argument. Slowly, Furina stepped out from behind the curtain, her eyes wide and fearful as they met Arlecchino's piercing crimson gaze.

"Well, well," Arlecchino said, a smirk curling at her lips. She crossed her arms, her posture casual yet commanding. "It seems our little maiden has developed quite the curiosity."

Furina tried to summon her usual bravado, but it faltered under Arlecchino's intense gaze. "I was just... exploring," she said weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Arlecchino chuckled softly, her heels clicking against the floor as she approached. "Exploring, hmm? Funny, it sounded more like eavesdropping to me."

"I wasn't—" Furina started to protest, but Arlecchino silenced her with a single look.

"Spare me the excuses," The Harbinger said, her voice low and dangerous. She stopped just inches away from Furina, towering over her smaller frame. "If you're going to wander my halls, at least have the decency to stay out of matters that don't concern you."

Furina swallowed hard, her hands trembling at her sides. "I... I didn't mean to—"

"Enough." Arlecchino's voice was sharp, cutting off Furina's stammered explanation. She reached out, her gloved hand gently but firmly tilting Furina's chin up so their eyes met. "You're playing a dangerous game,

Furina stayed frozen under Arlecchino's firm grasp, her breath shallow and uneven. The Harbinger's crimson eyes bore into hers, as if they could see every secret she tried to keep hidden. The silence between them was suffocating, broken only by the faint rustle of the heavy curtains she'd just hidden behind.

"Well," Arlecchino murmured, her voice soft yet sharp enough to slice through the tension, "if you're going to skulk around, at least make it worthwhile." Her thumb brushed against Furina's jaw, her grip firm but not cruel. It was the kind of touch that sent shivers down Furina's spine—not from fear, but from the unsettling intimacy of it.

The Archon's lips parted, but no words came out. She felt trapped, her mind spinning as she tried to think of a response that wouldn't make her situation worse.

"You're not very good at hiding, you know," Arlecchino continued, her tone almost playful. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Furina's ear. "Next time, try not to leave such obvious footprints. Even a blind man could've found you."

Furina's cheeks burned with humiliation. "I wasn't eavesdropping," she managed to say, though her voice wavered.

Arlecchino chuckled, the sound low and amused. "Oh, dew drop, don't lie to me. You're a terrible liar." She let go of Furina's chin and straightened, her gaze still locked onto the smaller woman. "I heard every word you heard. So tell me, what do you plan to do with that little piece of information you stumbled upon?"

Furina hesitated, her hands clenching at the fabric of her gown. "I... I don't know," she admitted quietly, her voice barely audible.

Arlecchino smirked, clearly pleased with her answer. "Good. Let's keep it that way, shall we?" She stepped back, her presence still looming even as she gave Furina some space.

Before either of them could say more, the faint sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. Furina's heart sank as she recognized the voices of Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet. She glanced toward the direction of the noise, panic flickering in her eyes.

"Father?" Lyney's cheerful voice called out as the trio rounded the corner. His smile faltered slightly when he saw Furina standing so close to Arlecchino. "Oh, I see you've found our guest."

Arlecchino turned her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "Indeed, I have," she said smoothly. "It seems our dear Archon has taken an interest in wandering."

Lynette tilted her head, her sharp eyes assessing Furina. "Wandering? Or listening?" she asked, her voice calm but pointed.

Freminet, standing slightly behind his siblings, shifted uncomfortably. "Does it matter? She's not going anywhere," he said softly, though his gaze flicked nervously to Furina.

Furina's heart raced as the siblings' attention focused on her. She felt exposed, like prey caught in a trap. But then Lyney's voice broke through the tension, light and teasing as always.

"Don't be too harsh on her," he said with a sly grin. "After all, curiosity is only natural—especially for someone like her."

Arlecchino raised an eyebrow. "Someone like her?" she echoed, her tone laced with curiosity.

Lyney's smile widened, but there was something sharp behind it. "Oh, you know. Someone with... an interesting history."

Furina froze. Her blood turned cold as Lyney's words hung in the air. She didn't dare to speak, but the way his gaze lingered on her made her stomach twist.

"What history?" Arlecchino asked, her eyes narrowing as she glanced between Lyney and Furina.

Lynette sighed softly, folding her arms. "Nothing that matters now," she said, her voice neutral. "The past is the past. Isn't that right, Your Grace?"

Furina flinched at the title, her hands trembling slightly. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Lyney chuckled, the sound light but unsettling. "Of course. The past doesn't matter... unless it comes back to haunt us." His gaze flicked to Arlecchino, and he added, "But I'm sure the boss already knows all about that."

Arlecchino's expression darkened for a moment, but she quickly masked it with a smirk. "Enough," she said, her voice firm. "You three have your orders. I trust you'll follow through?"

The siblings nodded in unison, their faces unreadable. "Of course, Father," Lyney said smoothly. "We'll take care of everything."

"Good," Arlecchino replied. "Now go. I have matters to discuss with our guest."

The trio exchanged glances before turning to leave. As they walked away, Furina caught a faint whisper from Lynette.

"Do you think she remembers?"

Lyney's response was too quiet for her to hear, but the question lingered in her mind like a shadow.

Once they were gone, the silence was suffocating. Furina dared to glance at Arlecchino, who was now watching her with an intensity that made her feel small.

"Well?" Arlecchino said, taking a step closer. "Care to explain what they were talking about?"

Furina swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I don't know," she said weakly, her voice trembling.

Arlecchino's smirk returned, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Liar," she said softly, the word cutting through the air like a blade. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Furina's cheek in a gesture that was both gentle and possessive.

"You can keep your secrets for now," Arlecchino murmured, her voice low. "But don't forget—you're mine, Furina. And I always get what I want."

Furina felt a shiver run down her spine as Arlecchino's words settled over her. She didn't know what terrified her more—the Harbinger's power or the truth buried deep within herself.

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HELLOOOO!! I'm back and sorry for the late update!! I've been working with school and the Christmas special!!! (Will be Arleruina!!! But will impact story!) again sorry for the late updates!! Pls forgive and Christmas update might come out soon!!

(Edited sat 21, 2024 10:47)

-Lady Furina De Fontaine~