Chapter 9
The Blackthorne guildhall was as weird and secretive as the guild itself.
For one, it was located in the middle of nowhere. After getting off the train in some random town that I had never even heard of, we took a half-hour car ride on a seemingly random path through the woods. On top of that, it was some kind of guild car, because Damien had to show his guild mark before the driver even let us in (yes, we were driven).
The guildhall was a whole other thing altogether. It was situated in the front of a very large clearing and surrounded by trees so tall I could barely see the top. Made from some kind of dark wood, it towered above Damien and I as we walked along a stone path leading to the front doors. Two intricately carved giant logs stood as columns holding up the roof over a far extending front porch. Upon closer inspection, I realized someone had carved the Blackthorne symbol into the front of either column and then surrounded it with some kind of swirling cloud; the rest of the surface was a mass of complicated swirls.
Behind the hall, I caught a quick glimpse of long stretches of small houses and what looks like the cabin version of a hotel; it almost seemed like a miniature town hidden in the woods.
Why all the isolation though? We were pretty far away from any town, and if anyone happened to be wandering the woods, the path was so complicated and long that no one would find it. Recalling what Damien said about the kind of jobs the guild did, I can't help but wonder if that's the reason behind the guildhall's exclusion.
When we reached the porch, I began to get nervous; not only was I walking into (what I'm beginning to assume is a dark guild) unarmed, but I'm also walking in as a stranger. For all I know, they might kill me the second they see me.
As if sensing what I was thinking, Damien's arm snakes around my shoulders. Normally I would have immediately shaken it off, but a sudden sense of…of something coursed through me. My heart begins to beat faster and it immediately feels a hundred degrees hotter outside. Why am I feeling like this?
"Don't worry sweetheart, they're going to love you." He flashes me a smile that momentarily made me forget my nervousness before opening the front doors and ushering me inside.
The inside, surprisingly, looked like any other guildhall. Large tables were scattered across the room, each filled with a random assortment of people and food, all of whom were either yelling or chatting with each other. Pool tables adorned each corner of the room and a giant fireplace sat in the middle of one of the walls, its fire blazing.
My vision is partly obscured by a large, circular bar standing in the center of the room; multicolored lights lit it's base while a pale blue light illuminated the upper part of it, which rose all the way to the ceiling. Several people sat in bar stools around the perimeter of the structure while a girl with her dark purple hair in high pigtails ran from person to person, pouring drinks in their mugs.
As we passed it, the girl glanced up; I waited for her to glare or yell that I shouldn't be there, but upon seeing me she only gave me a curious look. However, understanding crossed over her features when she saw who I was walking with. She sighed and shook her head before going back to work.
What is that supposed to mean? In fact, that seemed to be the look that most people were giving me. Thankfully it wasn't like in books, where everyone stopped what they were doing to stare, but several people glanced at us with interest. A few guys whistled at me as we passed one of the pool tables; Damien's responding glare only made them laugh.
I blindly follow him as we made our way up a set of stairs at the back of the main room. The noise of the first floor began to disappear as we reached the second, which consisted of a maze of hallways. Each door we passed was closed and looked nearly identical, which in turn made my head spin as I tried to memorize our path. Finally, we reached a door at the very end of the hallways.
Damien walks in without knocking. I reluctantly follow behind, bracing myself for whoever was inside to yell at us. When angry shouts never came, I slowly peaked over Damien's shoulder.
In front of us sat a man with salt and pepper hair. The large desk at which he sat was covered in papers, each within their own organized stack. Upon our entrance the man looks up, and I'm barely able to contain my gasp.
Though the man didn't seem incredibly old at first, his hollow cheeks and sunken eyes begged to differ. Honestly, he looks sick. Deathly sick. I glance at Damien, but he doesn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary.
"Master, this is the Lucy Heartfilia that I was telling you about." Telling about? I wonder what he said about me. Damien turns to me. "Lucy, this is Master Abraham."
So this was the master of Blackthorne.
The man set his steely gaze to me, grey eyes boring into mine. I shivered; he looked harmless, but the power behind that single look was intimidating. "I think the girl can speak for herself." His voice was deep and booming, the kind that demands the attention of a room. "I hear word that you're interested in joining Blackthorne."
I swallow heavily. Technically I don't want to join, rather I'm being forced to. I wonder what he would do if I told him the circumstances; if he would take pity and force Damien to let me go.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him, but I suddenly felt a weight on my chest, and I instead found myself saying "That's correct, sir."
He puts down the pen he was holding and leans forward. "Are you aware then, the type of jobs that we undertake, Miss Heartfilia?"
I fidget slightly. "Well, Damien gave me a general idea."
He nods. "Then you must be aware that it goes without saying, what happens in this guild stays in this guild, correct?"
No, I didn't know that, because that's not creepy at all. "I am now."
We move into silence as Master Abraham stares at me, as if validating my claim.
I dimly hear the sound of the door opening behind me.
"Damien, I need to talk to you." A rough, but very feminine voice says behind us.
Master Abraham breaks his gaze to look behind me. I do the same, catching sight of a girl around my age sticking her head into the room.
Piercing blue eyes are directed at Damien, set to a hard glare. She glances briefly at me before turning back to Damien, who's giving her a look that says "go away".
"Damien, now." Her tone leaves no room for argument. He gives her a look before excusing himself and walking into the hallway with her.
Wow, Damien, thanks; just abandon me with the guild master I've never met.
"Miss Heartfilia, please sit." Master Abraham gestures to a very comfy looking chair sitting in front of his desk.
"Please, call me Lucy." I say as I hesitantly sit.
"Well Lucy, I must say, we usually don't take many new members into Blackthorne. We are a very tight-knit guild you see, and the jobs we accept here require the upmost trust and secrecy. You might have noticed that because of this, we must live in near isolation. If you were to become a member, you must not reveal our location or what goes on here to anyone outside of the guild family."
I blink; this is getting sketchier and sketchier by the second.
"That being said, what we do here is not evil, as it may sound or as I assume Damien made it sound. You see, our members are very powerful mages, and you would be surprised what people are willing to pay for a job as simple as guarding someone, with no questions asked. Would you be able to handle that?"
"I would."
The master gives me the first smile I've seen since I walked in; it somehow makes him seem less threatening. "Good. Now, I don't mean to frighten you; mages that are a member of this guild live happy lives, and as you may have seen when you walked in, there's lot of opportunities for friends."
That's good; at least I won't have to add loneliness to my list of problems.
"We do have rooms available in the dorm rooms behind the guildhall, along with several open houses if you have nowhere to stay. Now," He pulls open one of his drawers and, after a few seconds of digging, pulls out a stamp. "Where would you like your guild mark and what color?"
My heart thuds painfully in my chest as I look down at my shaking hand. My Fairy Tail mark stands out almost sadly against my pale skin. It's going to hurt like hell once it's gone.
I hold out my left hand, palm faced down. "I'll take it on the back of my hand and I want it in…" What color should I do? I refuse to get it in pink, for that's my one and only color for Fairy Tail; plus it would be a painful reminder every time I look at it; as if I'm betraying Fairy Tail. Not black, because I don't want to match Damien. So…"Dark purple." There; fits my mood and is nowhere near the light pink of Fairy Tail.
Master nods and stamps my hand. Instantly, I feel a rush of…something go through me. I can't place it, but something feels different about me. Brushing it off, I glance down. The same cursive "B" that I saw on Damien's arm all those weeks ago, except in a much smaller form, stands on my hand. The dark purple actually didn't turn out that bad; once I get used to it, it might even start to look as good as the Fairy Tail mark had.
Speaking of, I begin to feel the burn that Master had been talking about. It started at the edges, slowly making the pink shape fade into my skin. The burning gets hotter the closer it came to the center, until tears pricked my eyes. In the next second, the skin on the back of my hand was clear, leaving no trace that I ever belonged to Fairy Tail in the first place.
I bite my lip. Is that part of my life over? Is this my new family now?
"Lucy"
I jump a little, having forgotten where I am. I glance up in time to see Master staring at me. "Whatever happened to you before you came here, it no longer matters. I know how tough it can be to leave a guild behind, but sometimes we must move on from the past in order to start our future. I know that Blackthorne can be as much of a family as your old guild was, and I hope in time you can begin to see them as such."
I'm speechless. He sounded so sincere; for some reason I didn't think that was possible. "Thank you, Master Abraham."
"Anytime; if you have any questions, my door is always open."
I nod in thanks before walking out of his office, my head hung high for the first time since I got here. Maybe he's right; there's no point on dwelling on Fairy Tail when there's nothing that can be done. What's in the past is in the past, and I can't change that.
It takes me all of three seconds of walking to realize that I'm utterly lost and have no idea where I'm supposed to go. Since Damien ditched me, not only od I not know where I'm going, but I'm alone.
I groan and set off in what I think might have been the direction we came from. I hope the people here are as nice as Master turned out to be; the fact that Damien is using dark magic freaks me out, but Master talked about the guild like they were normal, nice people.
I'm not using dark magic, but hopefully he's right about the second part.
Just as I'm rounding the corner, a body crashes into me. I'm slammed against the wall, my arms pushed practically into the wood behind my head.
Well, there goes that idea.
I instantly kick out my legs, trying to sweep theirs out from under them.
"Hey, calm down, I'm not going to hurt you!"
That voice sounds familiar. I stop struggling, recognizing the voice of the girl that asked to see Damien while we were in the Master's office.
Standing as tall as I am, the girl's blue eyes stare into mine. From what I can tell in the dim hallway, her hair is so black it's nearly dark blue; she has it fashioned into some kind of bun at the back of her head, held in place with what looks like two ornate chopsticks. A few curls escape it though, framing her face. She wears black shorts paired with a white short sleeved shirt with some kind of black design repeated throughout the fabric.
"I need to know what you did." She says. Her voice sounds soft, yet there's a threat underlying it; she seems angry.
"What I did? I don't know what you're talking about." Her being this close is beginning to freak me out; a small part of me is scared she's going to snap.
"What you did to get into that house; why were you there?"
That house? What is she- oh. "The Duke's house?" She nods. "I didn't do anything; he tricked me into going there and then I got trapped."
The girl stares at me, as if trying to see if I'm lying. I fidget under her gaze. Finally, she asks "Why did he want you there?"
My cheeks heat up in embarrassment and anger. "He wanted me to marry him, so he hired someone to trap me there so I would be forced to."
Something flashes across the girl's face. Guilt? I'd except pity, but guilt? "Wait, are you Oliviandra?" I ask, recalling the name on the receipt that the house.
The girl pauses before nodding. "Yea, that's me; just call me Liv."
Taking her moment of distraction, I shove her off me. Surprised, she stumbles back, but quickly catches herself.
"So you're the reason that I was there!" I gape at her. "Why the hell did you do that?!"
If possible, Liv looks guiltier. "I was, and I know there's nothing I can say or do to make it up to you, but I really am I sorry. I can get into that later though; right now, I need to talk to Damien. Stay right here, ok? I'll be back and I'll show you around." She starts to walk away.
"What if I don't want you to?" I snap before I can help it. Liv seems nice enough, but I'm not going to forgive her just because she apologized.
She tenses and then looks over her shoulder at me. "Look, you don't know how sorry I am that that happened, and trust me, it was a HUGE misunderstanding, but I really need to talk to Damien. Stay here if you want to, or don't. I just thought that maybe you needed a friend."
Ugh; she's right. I do need a friend, but I'd have to be pretty desperate to take her as my friend.
She did said it was a misunderstanding…maybe she'll explain when she gets back. I cross my arms. "Fine; I'll wait here. But you have a lot to explain when you get back."
She nods and gives me a smile. "Ok, fine; stay right here, I'll be right back."
She disappears around the corner, leaving me once again alone with my thoughts.
So that was Liv; that was the girl that played a part in bringing me here. That was the girl that made me suffer for a whole month.
What did she mean by misunderstanding? And then having to talk to Damien…did he do something?
Should I trust her? I really don't want to be around her, but I need to stick with someone. Preferably a girl, because I need someone to show me the girl's rooms at the dorm. So far, the only person I kind of know if Damien, and I'd rather not ask him for help in any of that.
I'm shaken out of my thoughts as the sound of footsteps reaches my ears. I glance around the corner; is Liv back already?
Not seeing anyone, I come back around the corner, but nearly scream at the sight of a guy leaning against the opposite wall.
He chuckles. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
"No, it's ok; I thought you were someone else." Giving my heart a second to calm down, I examine him.
Long legs clad in dark green cargo pants brace him against the wall. He wears a tight, short sleeved black shirt, clearly showing a toned stomach and muscled arms. The greenest eyes I think I've ever seen stare back at me, framed by long dark lashes. He smiles, revealing a deep dimple in his tan skin. He reaches up to brush strands of shaggy brown hair out of his eyes.
"You're the new girl that came in with Damien, right?" He asks, reaching down into one of his pockets. He quickly produces a shiny red apple.
Weird.
"Uh, yea; that's me." I show him the guild mark on my hand.
He nods, taking a loud bite out of the apple. "Cool color; what's your name?"
Why does he have an apple? "Thanks, and Lucy."
"Well Lucy, it's a pleasure. Name's Zach." He's about to take another bite out of the apple, but he instead holds it out to me. "Want some?"
I eye the half-eaten fruit. "Er, no thanks; I'm good."
He shrugs. "Suit yourself."
He suddenly pushes off the wall and walks over to stand next to me. He leans sideways, green eyes boring into mine. "So tell me; what's a girl like you doing in Blackthorne?" He asks almost teasingly.
I copy his stance and raise an eyebrow. "A girl like me? What's that supposed to mean?"
"A girl like you; one that has a record without an speck of dirt."
I narrow my eyes at him; I don't like what he's implying. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him to go away, that I've done more than just good in my life, but I refrain. "As opposed to…"
He smirks. "A record that's got more than just a little dirt."
This time, his smile makes me uneasy.
"So I'm confused; why are you here?" He takes a slow bite of the apple, captivating my gaze.
I shrug. "I needed help, and Damien agreed to bring me here."
He snorts. "Oh, well that explains it. Damien does love his blondes."
"Screw you!"
This time Zach does laugh. "I'm just telling you how it is."
Annoyed, I don't answer him. Did Damien seriously bring me here because he thought I was hot? The thought makes me sick to my stomach.
"Why did you say you were out here again?"
"I didn't." I snap.
"Easy kitten, pull the claws back; it was just a question."
I'm close to shoving that apple down his throat.
"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm waiting for Liv."
Zach stiffens, and something flashes across his face. "Liv?" He says, almost playfully. "What's she doing?"
I shrug, debating whether I should reveal her business. "She went to go talk to Damien."
Zach's eyebrows shoot to nearly his hairline. "Really?" He gives me a mischievous grin. "Want to go spy on them?"
I shake my head. "No, I don't really think we should; she looked pretty angry." Though, I AM curious…I don't want to invade her privacy though.
"Angry? Even better, which way did they go?"
Should I? I mean, she implied that it had something to do with me…
I hesitantly point in the direction that she went, to which Zach practically leaps with joy.
"Should we really spy on them?" I ask as he practically drags me away.
"Come on, Lucy; you can't be a good girl all your life. Aren't you just a little curious?"
I don't respond; this good girl thing is starting to piss me off.
Zach suddenly stops, nearly making me slam right into his back. He easily catches me before I fall, standing me back up in front of a closed doors. He puts a finger to his lips, gesturing for me to lean towards the door.
I copy his movements, setting my ear against the wood, where I can hear faint voices.
"-lied to me Damien!" That must be Liv.
"I didn't lie; I simply omitted some details." And that has to be Damien.
"Omitted details my ass; you said she was a criminal that you were being paid to trap by the magic council, not some random girl that was kidnapped and trapped there!" Wait, what? I glance at Zach, but he doesn't seem to realize that the conversation is about me.
With a new vigor, I strain my ears. "Calm the fuck down, Liv; either way, it worked out. You paid for the house, didn't you?"
"Yes, but at what cost to her?!" Liv didn't know what she was doing?
"Liv, you did the job, no questions asked. You got paid, no questions asked. We're partners in this, remember?"
"No, Damien, I don't remember, considering you lied about the job. I'm not someone you can just call on a whim whenever you feel like it."
"For the last time, I didn't lie about the job!"
"Yes you did! Why is she even here Damien? Do you even know what this feels like? I'm the reason she's here in the first place; she should be at home right now, with her actual guild."
"This is her actual guild; she's one of us now."
"Oh, let me guess, you tricked her into that too didn't you?"
"What is your problem? This morning you didn't even fucking know who she was!"
"What gives is that you tricked me into trapping her and I know you somehow tricked her into coming here. There is no reason on Earth she should be here; why you're so intent on making her a part of this is beyond me." So Liv got tricked by Damien too.
"I'm doing it for the good of the guild."
Liv chokes out a laugh. "The good of the guild? Since when have you ever cared about the good of the guild?"
There's a pause, and I can imagine Damien glaring at her. "Just trust me, ok? I'm doing it for everyone."
"Trust you? Is that a joke? I swear to god Damien, if she's here just because you want another piece of ass in your bed…" She trails off.
I feel my cheeks redden and I lean back, having heard enough. At this point Zach realized who they were talking about, and he stares at me blankly, as if to say "I told you so".
"Oi, Zach!"
Both of us look to the side as a short (though still our age) girl comes bounding down the hallway. She wears a short, dark red dress with a sweet heart neckline and black tulle at the edges, which comes a little below mid-thigh. Her wavy brown hair barely falls below her leatherjacket clad shoulders.
When I look at her, large, cherry red eyes stare back. She smirks at me before turning to Zach, who has now resumed eating the apple. I realize he must have stopped we could hear Liv's conversation.
"So what are we doing?"
"Spying on the wonder twins." Zach says. The girl's eyes light up as she leans closer.
"Ooh really? Is there trouble in paradise?"
The wonder twins? "Are they twins?" I ask before Zach can answer her. Now that I think about it, they both have the same blue eyes and black hair; it's weird I didn't notice earlier.
Zach shakes his head. "No, just siblings. Liv is younger." He brings the apple up to his mouth, but the girl snatches it out of his hand instead and takes a huge bite.
"You didn't answer my question."
He rolls his eyes. "They're arguing about Lucy." He nods to me and gives her a frown as she finishes off the apple. "And I'm glad at least someone enjoys my apples." He says, looking pointedly at me.
The girl lets out a gasp, turning to me. "You don't like his apples?!"
Zach gives me a teasing look. "She said she didn't want them."
I stare wide-eyed at the pair. "Um, no?"
The girl laughs. "Oh my god, I can't believe you don't want his apples. Everyone loves Zach's apples."
Zach nods. "It's true; the girls always want my apples." He winks at me. "Guys too. Everyone loves my apples."
"And why wouldn't they?" The girl takes another large bite. "Your apples are amazing Zach."
My cheeks heat up and I shift uncomfortably, wishing this conversation was over. "I think I'm going to go-"
"Have you ever had any apples at all?" The girl asks innocently, cutting me off. Her eyes sparkle as she smirks. It almost feels like she's making fun of me.
Ok, that's it. "Yes, but not as many as you, obviously."
The amusement fades from her eyes as Zach roars with laughter. "Oh yea Blondie? At least I'm not Damien's sloppy seconds."
Sloppy seconds? "I have no idea what you're talking about." Why is everyone assuming I'm with him?
She snorts. "That's not a new feeling, I'm guessing."
I grit my teeth and try to ignore that. "I'm not here because I'm with Damien" Bitch I mentally add. "He just happened to bring me here."
"Yea, ok, sure. Well when he dumps you on your ass like he did the last one, don't bring the guild down with you, kay?"
She spins on her heel and walks away from us, her hand wrapped in a death grip around the apple.
What the hell is her problem!? I didn't do anything!
And I'm not with Damien!
I turn back to Zach, who's wiping tears out of his eyes. "It wasn't that funny."
He shakes his head. "Man if I had known you being here would be this entertaining, I would have brought you here myself a long time ago."
I ignore him. "What is her problem anyways?"
"Who, Alex? She's still pissed that Cass chose Damien over her."
"Who's Cass?"
He shrugs. "Some girl that was here about two months ago; she and Alex were best friends."
Two months ago? That's right before I met Damien. "What happened to her?"
He reaches into his other pocket. "Hell if I know; she just disappeared one day. Damien said he dumped her and upset and left the guild." He pulls an apple out of his pocket. "Tch; girls take things too seriously."
I punch him in the shoulder so hard that he stumbles. "Shut up, we do not. And why the hell have so many apples?"
"I have an apple tree." He says, as if that explains why he has an endless supply of apples in his pockets.
I wait for him to elaborate, but he doesn't.
Ok, moving on. "So she and Damien were together?" Unexpectedly, a spike of jealousy runs through me.
Jealousy? Wait, why am I jealous?
"Yep. Every night. I swear those two were like rabbits; I didn't even live with them and I was kept up all night."
My eyes go wide as I try to figure out if he's kidding or not.
Before I can reply, the door beside us opens. I jump, having forgotten the fact that we had been spying.
A very angry Liv stands in the doorway. As soon as she sees us though, she wipes all the emotion off her face. "Lucy? I told you to stay back there."
Over her shoulder, Damien catches my eye; he gives me a small smile that makes my heart flutter for some reason.
Liv's eyes frost over once she sees Zach. "What are you doing here, Zachariah?"
If I hadn't been watching him, I would have missed Zach's hand clenching around his apple as he visibly bristled at the name. "Just talking to my new friend." He says somewhat coldly; it's almost a shock not seeing him joking. "Apple?" Zach says, holding the fruit out to her.
Liv turns away from him, coming to purposely stand between us. "Keep it in your pants, perv."
Over her shoulder, Zach's eyes dance with laughter, but his face remains passive. "Whatever Oliviandra; one day you'll be begging for it."
Liv's cheeks turn bright red, as do mine.
"Now, if you don't mind, go off and play with your little friends; the adults need to talk."
"I'm the same age as you, asshole!" She yells just as he steps into the room and slams the door.
Liv sighs and ushers me down the hall. "Sorry about him; he's so aggravating sometimes. He and Damien treat me like a stupid little kid." She says, almost to herself. "Anyways, you don't have a place to stay right?"
"No." I recall the conversation she had with Damien; if she didn't know what she was doing, does that mean she's not a bad person? Should I try to be friends with her?
"Well, I happen to have an empty guest room at my house that you can stay in if you want to."
She's inviting me to move in? She barely even knows me! "That's ok; I mean, Master said there's dorm rooms right? I don't want to burden you…" though sharing a house sounds a lot better than sharing a dorm room.
She waves her hand at me. "Trust me, it's fine; I've been getting lonely anyways. Plus, think about it as compensation for the whole barrier thing, which" she stops walking. "I really do apologize about. Damien told me you were a wanted criminal that someone was hiring us to capture; I should have known better than to blindly trust him, but I was pressed for time and couldn't do my usual research. I'm so sorry."
Woah. Liv looks like she might burst into tears any second. "It's ok Liv; like you said, you didn't know." Though, now I'm even angrier at Damien.
Liv's face lights back up and she claps her hands together. "I can make it up to you, I swear. I can take the barrier off that box that I gave Damien too; I don't know exactly what he put in it, but I know it was activated."
The box? Oh right. "Oh, no, that's ok; he only put my keys in it. I don't need them."
She looked confused. "A-are you sure? But aren't you a celestial wizard?"
"Yea, but I can still do jobs; I don't have to have my keys. Plus my spirits don't want to help me, so it wouldn't matter anyways." I reassure her.
Liv gives me a strange look, and an emotion that I can't place flashes across her face. "Oh. Well I guess never mind then."
She takes me down a set of stairs, at the bottom of which sits a pair of snow boots. I realize Liv was barefoot this whole time as she slips them on and heads through a door. Instead of the first floor, we step outside; it must have been a back entrance.
We head down a stone pathway towards the cluster of houses. I can't help but think how funny Liv looks in her shorts and short sleeves and then tall, thermal snow boots. Considering how cold I am, she has to be freezing.
"Listen Lucy, I need to ask you something." She says once we reach the very last house on the path. "And please be completely honest with me; I won't tell anyone what you say."
I raise an eyebrow. "Ok, what is it?"
She sighs. "Did…did Damien force you to come here? Did he make you leave your old guild?"
I stare at her. How did she know? If I told her that he did, would she just run off and tell Damien? Again, it's on the tip of my tongue to tell the truth, but something prevents me from doing so. "No, of course not. Why would you ask that?"
"Are you sure? I won't tell him that you said anything if he did; you can trust me."
I shake my head. "I know you won't, but he didn't. Damien wouldn't do that to me."
Something flashes across Liv's face for a second, but before I can figure out what it was, she's already turning towards the house. "Ok, just making sure; you know how Damien can be." She laughs as she walks into the house, but it sounds forced.
"Yea." I say, following her. "I guess."
Whoop. Another chapter: done.
Good news: School is FINALLY out, so now I can stay at home all day and will probably be updating faster (hopefully).
Manga News:
-I was starting to wonder who was going to for the big bad of this arc, and wow is that definitely a BIG bad. I have no idea how they're going to pull this off though…hopefully it doesn't end with E.N.D. (haha puns) having to defeat them.
Well, until next time!
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