Once upon a time, there lived a poor farmer in the village.

"How could you make this up?"

"Sshhh, just be quiet and listen to the whole story, okay?"

"Suits yourself."

The poor farmer had bad luck, thus she couldn't get any proper harvests for days.

"You know that she can just eat the failed harvests right? She's poor doesn't mean that she can't live."

"Sshhh, I told you to ssshhh! Just listen up, okay?"

"Alright, alright."

the poor farmer fortunately had some good friends around her. every time the poor farmer experienced a misfortune, her friends were so ready to help her.

"Having good friends is good luck if we see it from another perspective."

"Oh, you're right, actually."

"Can't you guys just let me do the storytelling?"

"I don't know what the storytelling does for the ex that's already here."

"We are getting there, okay?"

"Alright. continue."

So, like everyone's already guessing about the farmer's misfortune, nevertheless, the farmer was still doing her best with her farm Life. until there was a time when an evil King wanted to take her to the castle just because she was super beautiful and everything.

"Hey, actually you're right. I don't know why the ex wants Olivier back."

"that's a given right? we all know the ex's here to claim the title and give it to someone malicious."

"Well, of course, I know that. I'm just curious here about the ex. he shouldn't be here just to help that malicious King or should I say a queen. it's like there's nothing he should be doing rather than exploiting someone else's peaceful life."

"what do you mean by that? you think that the ex is here and something is driving him more than the feeling to help the queen?"

"Yeah. I don't think that someone's going too far to help others and ruining someone's life just because he or she is offered some cash. there must be something else that he or she needs to achieve."

"Stop going around. what do you mean by that? am I thinking what you're thinking?"

"Yes, I guess we are thinking the same thinking. that x still loves her."

"................"

"Well if that's all true then everything's changed. we need to drown him."

"Or kill him if it's necessary."

"No drowning or killing, oh my God."

"yeah yeah sure so what's the next plan?"

"first thing first we need to know the real intention for him to be here. if it's nothing extravagant or important then we can just kick him off of the island."

"So, who wants to talk to him?"

"Not me. I would lose my cool."

"You know I guess everyone doesn't want to meet him after all. the way he ruins everything is not something we can put into discussion."

"So what are we going to do? Let him roam this holy island?"

"You talk like that as if he's some kind of uncleanable dirt."

"He is."

"Oh dear..."

"It would be better if you guys just let me finish my story, okay?"

"Nothing hurts anymore. Continue."

But the farmer knows exactly what she wants to do with her life. She runs but the malicious king chases with his mighty soldiers scattered all around the country. It's hard to even move or breathe for the poor farmer. Yet again, the farmer's not alone.

"What do you gain from this story?"

"It's obvious. The farmer's not alone."

"We can't help the farmer if we can't even understand the king's intention, right?"

"So, who wants to talk to her?"

"Back to square one."

"Freaking shit..."

"We need more contributions than freaking shit you just stated, Storm."

"What's more contributing than freaking shit? The answer is freaking shits."

"Oh dear... I'm glad Olivier's not awake. She shouldn't hear all the curses you just said."

"It's not cursing!"

"Whatever, just pick someone to talk to him."

"Alright, alright. I'll go talk to him, okay?"

"Wouldn't Lance get jealous?"

"Why would him? Oh my God."

"Yes, this island is filled with heartbroken young adults..."

"Don't you dare speak another word, Cole. We won't hear something from someone who can't feel."

"So rude."

"Let me go with you, Luna. I need to do something for myself too."

"Wouldn't Olivier be jealous?"

"... Tell me she's jealous and I'll cage myself in a cave."

"What a hopeless romantic..."

"I'm full of love, okay?"

"From?"

"......"

"You better not speak anymore, Cole."

"Okay, my bad."

"I'll go with you guys."

"Reanne?"

"I'll leave Olivier with you, Kaoru, Ludwig. Just please let her eat and drink something if she's awake."

"Okay. Don't worry. She will be fine before and after sleeping."

"Thank you, Kaoru. If I go, Olivier or Lance wouldn't get jealous this way."

"That's unnecessary. We know that they wouldn't..."

"Speak no more, Cole."

"It's fun teasing you guys."

"But then... Would Ludwig get jealous?"

"Come on... oh..."

"REANNE'S GIGGLING! REANNE'S GIGGLING!!"

"Yes, keep on smiling to me, Reanne. I'll welcome you back with my open hands, arms, souls..."

"You have many souls?"

"Shut up, you stinky cowherd."

"I'm absolutely sorry, but HELLO? NO ONE'S GOING TO LISTEN TO MY STORY??"

"I'll listen to you after we return, Elise. I'm sorry."

"No, Reanne. It's okay for you, I make an exception. Just those two being so eager to leave the story."

"It's dealing with Olivier so I want to do something."

"And I'm just your victim."

"Alright, alright. You guys are clear. Go away."

So just like that, our small party of me, Reanne, and Jin went to the malicious Queen's attendant. It was a freaking midnight, and we should be asleep now. Yes, that was if the ex didn't come. Since it was too suspicious, we decided to go and 'talk' to that ex of hers.

Long story short, the ex didn't yet set his feet to the Two Pines because he had to do something at the Moutons, dealing with Olivier and himself. Just what in the heaven did he need to talk to them that he spent so many hours and not staying at the Two Pines?

We knew that it was so rude to visit in such an hour. Either way, come, we must.

"Oh? I thought Kyo's coming with you guys?" Mr. Mouton, with his cold eyes, opened his door for us after I rang the bell. "Come in."

"Thank you," we expressed our gratitude as we let ourselves be welcomed in. "Kyo's in the Two Pines with the others."

I didn't think that I had visited the Mouton's house before, so the scenery before my eyes was really warm. It was just like the usual village house, yet the photos of Mouton's happiness were decorated all around the walls of the guest room.

After all, it was a nice village house that brought joy.

And one 'decoration' appeared distinct from the others: the ex sat silently before Mrs. Mouton. As we sat on the couch, I moved my eyes a bit, to take a peek at Jin and as I guessed, his face showed no happiness. Meanwhile, Reanne looked better than Jin. Well, one of us should keep our cool at this time. The man we looked at had some kinda beautiful face like an idol yet he was kinda short... at least if I had to compare it to Jin. He had black hair that was kinda sharp, just judging by looking at it. And since I already compared him with Jin, his beautiful face was different from Jin's even if Jin had longer hair. Jin's face was manly, like the second manliest dateable bachelor on this island after Cole. This man's physical appearance, however, wasn't really my type. Even though it made me wonder... was Olivier's type this guy?

By the way, yes, I trashed Lance aside from the judgement.

"We heard that we got a guest, Mrs. Mouton," Reanne broke the silence. "Is that this guy?"

"Oh, yes, that is this guy," Mrs. Mouton playfully continued Reanne's joke.

"What's up?" I guessed it was okay for me to joke around.

"Well..." Mrs. Mouton handed a piece of art paper with some flowery smell inside. "He's here to give us his wedding invitation."

Reanne took the invitation and we read it together. It clearly stated that the wedding invitation was about a man named Bruce and ... Olivier.

"Mrs. Mouton?" Reanne asked almost immediately. "Is this even legit?"

"It is..." Mrs. Mouton answered.

We got struck with the wedding invitation. It seemed impossible knowing Olivier who didn't even want to get married to suddenly come with this. It was too surreal to be true.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced you guys. The man here is Bruce," Mrs. Mouton explained the man sat before us.

The Bruce guy smiled.

"Let me introduce you to my beloved villagers here..." Mrs. Mouton said softly. "This is Luna, our farmer. Reanne, our doctor. And Jin..."

"Jin, Olivier's fiance."

The cold summer midnight suddenly turned into a battlefield only by one sentence from Jin.