Happy April Fool's everyone. Sadly, this is the last daily update for I shall focus on my main project, which I recommend if you want a serious whiplash from this XD. Have a good laugh everyone and please share your thoughts if you have the time!
~ Kalafinn

As he followed Owen, only one question arose above the rest in Elsword's mind: Just how big was this building?

Elsword had gotten in a hidden elevator to the right of where Owen sat down in defeat moment again and it seemed to him that those were the real elevators, though there did not seem to be a normal classification. While the ground floor was classically identified with a star next to the letters 'RC', the rest of the floors besides R10 made no sense. There was a floor above R10 identified by Reve, another one five floors below simply called E10 while there were others identified by random letters and numbers, including infinite numbers like pi. What was next, a floor identified with logarithms?

Elsword soon got his answer to that the moment Owen put his finger over a button he had not seen: floor ln√3.

'But why though?'

The elevator hummed down and Elsword finally had enough time to look at himself. He was holding the most girly and sparkling weapon the world had ever seen in the hands of a soldier, but he was not wearing heels. Just simple women's brown flats with white knee socks. Although he felt concerned with the puffy skirt he saw and how bright purple his whole attire was. Owen's transformation was fueled by his rage, but what could fuel his? More importantly, how much would he have to train to master his powers? Owen had naturally picked up his, but that did not necessarily mean it would be the same for Elsword. First of all, Owen was powered by a blind rage. Secondly, even if he had intended to use his power with a cold head, the man was a military genius. It could take perhaps weeks for Elsword to get at Felford's level.

But why was there a floor ln√3? What was on that floor? The elevator was slowing down when Elsword finally decided to break the silence.

"Sir, why are the floor numbers so random?"

"It's how, allegedly, Raven ensures that unwanted visitors get lost and facilitate their capture. I trust you'll only visit the floor we're headed to, E10, W4.56 and R10."

"You have my word, Sir Felford. One last question, why is the floor above R10 named Reve?"

Owen remained silent and the elevator doors opened to reveal a training room spacious enough to contain a battlefield.

"Reve...that means Dream in Lanoxian. That floor contains Raven's personal quarters. You shouldn't go there. Not even I go there. You really don't want to know how Raven can be when he gets angry."

'I...don't know how that's possible after what I just witnessed, Sir Felford.'

They stepped out of the elevator and Owen guided him through different corridors before they arrived at an spacious room made in metal. He ordered him to step in and once he was inside, Owen turned left and the door closed. Elsword noticed a bright purple reflection to his right, where three long security mirrors where. No, those were not mirrors. He briefly saw a multitude of holographic and high-technology panels as Owen sat down before his reflection returned.

And Elsword was not ready to see himself.

The red-haired teen gulped, growing pale at his attire. He was wearing a purple dress that went to his knees, he was aware it was puffy, but he had not seen that he was also wearing a white apron over it. Nor that his sleeves were also puffy like a princess' dress from a fairy tale. His cap covered the top of his head, slightly tilted down to the right and decorated with a small pin of the palm of a hand and a line of stars over the brim. Elsword had tuned out the countdown Felford had begun, questioning if this was not some sort of karmic punishment from Ishmael herself for his greed. Still, was it really greed if the Sieghardt family was really one of the poorest noble families? They had had to sell their mansion in Hamel and rent one of Wally's residences in Elder for years because his mother gambled away his father's fortune. Come to think of it, he had promised Elesis he would pay their mom's bail, now that she could negotiate for parole. But, there was just one tiny problem with that. He had used up most of his savings on those graphologists and experts. It wouldn't matter if he got the money back, but if he didn't...that would become a bigger problem. He really needed that reward. Unless-

"Elsword Sieghardt! Heads up!", Owen yelled through the speakers.

'Huh?'

He barely had the time to turn around before a cartoon gorilla dressed like a butler with boxing gloves gave him a strong uppercut to the face. And that was enough to send him flying. Elsword saw that his surroundings had changed. The room was no longer the white, empty training ground. Instead, it had transformed into an almost exact replica of the Palace's exterior gardens.

The roses were pretty with their red petals shining purple under the moonlight.

And that was where he spun around and rolled all over the roses, tearing them to pieces. Although, Elsword was thankful Owen had not decided to simulate the pain of the countless thorns that inevitably got stuck all over his clothes. Now, he was a cactus maid. Great.

The gorilla grunted, looking right back at him with its wrathful crimson eyes. Elsword looked around and called back his weapon with a roar.

The boxing gorilla butler raised itself on two feet again, hitting its chest and showing its fangs.

"Bring it on, you ape!" Elsword yelled, feeling the power within his attire resonate even more strongly as his girly dolphin chainsaw turned automatically on.

Owen had only told Elsword half a lie when Elsword asked about the Reve floor. Actually, it was mostly a lie. While it was true the word meant dream in Lanoxian, Raven did not have that meaning in mind when he named that floor. No, that was his dream love chambers for him and Eve. And their names combined formed that word: Reve.

That was where Raven had fled from Owen.

Curled up in a corner, his back laying over the glass walls an interior garden filled with exotic flowers. At the garden's centre, a beautiful white gazebo held a perfectly round table with two chairs. Eve's father, Adrian Nasod, was very overprotective of his daughter. But not even he could fully isolate his daughter from the social parties in Altera. In fact, Raven had gotten closer to her than any previous suitor because of his previous relationship with Seris. He did not think, at the time, that he would fall head over heels for Eve Nasod, but she proved to be his ideal woman not only with her natural Alterian beauty, but also with her pure and soft heart.

While the other noble women he had met only pretended to be nice and gentle maidens until something angered them, Eve rarely -if ever- got angry. And the few times it had happened, she was graceful and polite in her anger. Unlike Seris. Seris was terrifying. Raven, for the longest time, ignored that Owen was deeply in love with his ex-fiancée and somewhat resented his outstanding success in the investments that forged his fortune. It had apparently changed the way Seris's father viewed Owen regarding her marriage prospects. It would be better for an old, but impoverished lineage like the Lafayette to marry to the most powerful family in Velder instead of the second most powerful family. Especially when the heir of the Cronwells had gotten even richer than his predecessors.

And he had only learnt all that after Owen got carried away with his drinking on his bachelor party. Even then, Raven could not understand why his friend spoke about Seris as if she were Eve. Owen's taste in women was awful. Blondes were overrated. Big breasts were overrated.

Silver hair was far superior. And flat was justice. Those were the only truths that remained in this crazy world that had forced him to crossdress. Raven took a deep breath. His secret meeting with Eve was a week from now. This dress had some kind of magic incantation tied to it. He only had to figure out the magic words to unsummon it.

"Jojo!"

No effect. Of course, that would have been too easy.

"Lion?"

Still nothing. By the El, he would have to go through all the words in the dictionary. All before the end of the week.

Raven could only wonder what Eve's evening looked like. It certainly had to be less insane than his. He got up and walked to his personal library to get out his two biggest dictionaries. Finding the right word would take a while and there was a possibility that it was a combination of two words. It could also be any verb conjugation, or perhaps a name, maybe even a nickname or even a full sentence...He would need more than two eyes to look at every possibility. Once he stacked every book he deemed necessary, Raven left the interior gardens and went back to his office. Once he sat comfortably on the couch, he opened the first dictionary to start with the task at hand.

"Aa."

Nothing. He took a sip of the wine he had served earlier. This would be a long evening.

Elsword was out of breath when five butler gorillas laid at his feet. At last, he was victorious! Owen was also pleased with his progress and the simulation faded away. What he had seen as gorillas were very rudimentary fighting robots, which barely had a recognizable humanoid shape. All things considered, gorillas ripping butler costumes and running berserk at him were much less unsettling than the powered down robots at his feet.

"Overall good results, Sieghardt," Owen's voice said. It sounded almost robotic when he was calm like this, talking over speakers, "You achieved your weapon transformation earlier than what I expected."

"At least it's less embarrassing than a dolphin chainsaw. What now?"

Elsword sat on the white floor, looking straight at his reflection of the mirror, knowing Owen was behind. Wait, he had to lower his skirt. The teen blushed at the glimpse he caught of his underwear and quickly put his hands over his lap to hide it from anyone's view. Hopefully, he had been quick enough.

"Now, we come back tomorrow to see if you've actually achieved something or you just got lucky. Did Raven promise in his letter to lodge you?"

"Yeah."

"Then, go back to floor R10. I'm heading back to...whatever personal hell is waiting for me. See you later, or never, you never know."

"Owen, sorry to say this but...I don't remember just how many turns we took to get here from the elevator," he looked around looking for the door he had gotten in, but only saw walls around him, "I don't even know where the door is anymore."

There was no answer.

'What, did he really leave me here?!'

Elsword briefly thought on coming straight through the security mirrors to get out, now that he had this unbelievable power but...the dress was still a problem. Surely, there was a way out. He had heard mages focused on the mana running through objects to unenchant them, so he tried the same thing. First, he had to close his eyes, take deep breaths, raise his arms up to the sky and mutter the right spell. He had unwillingly learnt one from a very pesky Sanderian mage, but it was the only thing he really had.

"Ahm….Khureni….Wasferi...saa...oohmm"

The door opened behind him.

"Are you trying to summon the Demon God now?"

Elsword flinched, "Ah, Sir Felford! There you are!"

The white-haired man sighed as he rested on the door frame, putting on a pair of sunglasses "Yes, I wouldn't just leave you here. Instead of relying on fake spells, you could try to focus on your power and try to push it back into the weapon."

'...Is he trying to look cool or what?'

Still, Owen's suggestion made more sense. Actually, that was the most likely course of action to take instead of...well, trying to rely on information from someone who had loved to prank him since the day they met. His power had all come from the girly chainsaw, back when it looked like a regular chainsaw and not this shiny artifact. Elsword grabbed his weapon and tried to slowly push his power onto it. It was hard to focus on it. In fact, he was not even sure he was doing anything.

"Good grief..."

The weapon lit everything around him with a warm, purple light and, next thing he knew, he was back to his normal clothes. He looked at the mirror again and could not help but smile at the small miracle he had witnessed. The red-haired teen turned back at Owen, who had already taken his glasses off and was rubbing his closed eyes.

"Remind me to get glasses that filter more light next time. Follow me."

'Oh. Ooh...that's why he put the sunglasses.'

As he had done before, Elsword followed Owen a step behind. It was a demonstration of respect, or so he thought until Owen suddenly stopped in the middle of a corridor. He turned back at him, his lilac gaze as menacing and piercing as ever before.

"You know what? Go ahead of me. I'll tell you where you need to go.

"I...don't-"

"Look," the man crossed his arms, "I'm tired and very much done with what Raven wants to do from now on. It's late and I'm heading home."

Elsword gravely nodded and took the lead, "Okay."

The layout of the floor was simpler than what he had imagined. It was huge, sure, but it was not a maze. One turn left, sixty steps forward and a turn right led to the corridor where the elevator was. A hundred steps more and the two were in the elevator. The silence was heavy. There had to be something he could bring up.

"So, uhm, Sir Felford, you think you'll be ok for the rest of the evening?"

"Spiritually, no. Physically, maybe."

"Your wife wouldn't hit you, right?"

Owen raised an eyebrow, "I said it because I might decide to get wasted. What gave you the idea that my marriage was that toxic?"

Elsword shook his head, "Sorry, Sir Felford. I guess it's because I saw her throw bombs at us with her eyes that I got the wrong impression."

The white-haired man sighed, "And she had a damn good reason to look at us that way at that moment. If things between Seris and I are still fine by the time this madness ends...Well, there's a ball in Elder next year Wally is inviting me to. I think that'd be a good chance for you to see that she's a wonderful woman."

The red-haired knight smiled, "I can't say I'm a fan of those events. Too many couples around for me. But I will make an exception for that one."

The elevator doors opened to an even more unbelievable scene than the one which had made Seris leave. A pile of open books spread all over the table, Raven was still in the sailor outfit he had had since they had all transformed and laid comfortably on the sofa. And with comfortably, it meant that he was laying down with no regard to the way his skirt would be affected.

"Faculty!"

Raven clicked his tongue, "Another failure."

Elsword looked at Owen, pleading to him to not leave him alone. It was obvious what Raven was doing and he would drag both of them the moment he noticed them. However, this time, the young knight got no support from his commander. Owen pushed him inside Word Hell and the doors closed at that moment.

'You damn traitor!'

Elsword mentally screamed as he knelt in front of the closed elevator doors. His one true ally was gone just like that, leaving him with a punishment for a crime he did not commit. Elsword heard Raven close the book and got up to look at him.

"Hey, Sieghardt," the new tormentor of the night greeted him, "I know this might sound silly to you, but can you help me look for words that might turn me back to normal?"

There was no way he could get out of this one. Not sober, at least. Although he had never drank more than a sip of wine, Elsword thought the bitterness of the alcohol would make the harshness of the rest of the night be slightly more fun. It could be like a spelling-bee. Except there was no prize, he would not spell anything and it would not, in any way, benefit him. At least, not immediately.

"Sure," he took a deep breath, "I'm not going to stay long, so can you show me to my room in about an hour?"

"Mhm...Can you take a look at the book of academic programs across history? Maybe the word is faculty of..something. It could be a combination of words. I tried also foreign languages. My guess is it could be the Lanoxian to make verb. I tried the present tense, but it didn't work. Given that the chainsaw answered to your power better, maybe you can highlight the verb tenses that pop out for you."

Elsword sighed and sat down on the chair he had been on before, took both the academic programs book and the conjugation book Raven handed him. Verbs would be faster to do, or so he figured. He opened the book and saw tables upon tables of words in a language he did not understand. Well, he recognized the letters, but not the way they were arranged in, nor why did the e's have a random diagonal line over them pointing right. Some had it even pointing to the left! He flipped quickly through the pages and saw that some u's - and sometimes i's or e's- had little hats over them, some c's had commas underneath. What was this? Did Lanoxians think letters were meant to be stylish just for the sake of it?

"You know Lanoxian, right?" Raven asked after he went for a town name and three names that sounded so archaic, Elsword was sure no one had named their children that way since his great-grandfather's time.

"No, Sir Cronwell."

"Well, are there any tables that pick up your interest?"

'I don't even know how to read anything except the page number! How is this supposed to work?!'

Still, Raven expected an answer. And so Elsword pointed at one random box in the conjugation table on the page Raven had marked for him.

"I think it's this...uhm...plus-queue-par...par...feat?"

Raven closed the dictionary in his hands and took a closer look at what he had pointed at.

"Subjonctif plus-que-parfait," Raven whistled, "That's a rare one. Maybe it'll work. Pass me the book."

Elsword did as he was told, but his mind was stuck on the way Raven had pronounced the verb. Why would anyone think that an a next to an i and a t would make an 'eh' sound? Why not just write it 'parfeh'? And what happened to the s in 'plus'? Why did it vanish from the pronunciation? Why was Lanoxian full of letters that were not pronounced anyway? What was the point in making words harder to spell?

Raven cleared his throat and began reciting the conjugations. At last, Elsword would know how to pronounce the hatted u's. Elsword grew increasingly frustrated at the strange mute letters Lanoxian had, never mind that there was no difference between a hatted u and a normal u. His internal complaints towards something he could not change at all translated into a long stare Raven could not help but notice burning right through the pages of his Lanoxian conjugation book. He was already done with all the conjugations Elsword had pointed him to when he sighed, closing the book and putting back on the table. He took his cup of wine and looked at the one closest to Elsword's and back at him.

"It's gonna be a long night, so, you might want to relax a little."

'But is that my cup?'

Because the cranberry juice looked no different from the wine, Elsword was not sure if it was the cup Raven was looking at that contained the juice or if it was slightly further to his right. Raven was very insistent on making him drink, so he would naturally notice that one was juice. And he would then not point at that one, but the one Owen had barely touched. Of course, Raven had been alone for a long time, he could have even emptied his cup and poured wine instead. In both cups.

'What do I do now?'

"Well, if you're not thirsty now, that's fine too. I'll get us drinks later," Raven shrugged, getting back to the dictionary where he had left off.

And yet Elsword could feel that he was glancing at him, most likely expecting him to take a cup. Everything hung on what he would choose. Which one was the right cup? He couldn't go and pick one, put it down if it reeked of alcohol and then take the other. It would be far too suspicious. Screw it all. He was too tired to think. Elsword took the one further away from him and took a long sip from it. It was definitely not cranberry juice. The bitter, disgusting taste of alcohol poisoned his taste buds. Elsword frowned, hiding his disgust with one of the dictionaries. He looked at the countless names of Velder University's faculties, still holding the sip in his mouth. What should he do now? Elsword wished to throw up and take the other cup, but Raven would surely notice. There was no silent way to just spit back and take the other cup. Suddenly, Elsword had an epitaph. Finally, he understood the strange sayings his sister had.

This was why Elesis said that spitters were quitters. Praying to prove to be as strong and determined as his sister, Elsword gulped down the foul wine he had inadvertently taken instead of his juice. He expected it to burn his throat, but it was quite the opposite. The taste faded away fast, now that he could not taste it. Unlike cranberry juice, wine was a momentary evil, easily conquered once it left his mouth. He chuckled, appreciating the soothing heat that was rising through his cheeks. This wasn't too bad.

Elsword closed the Dictionary of Velderian Faculties and took one of the multiple Thesaurus that laid over the table and he opened it at a random page, siping the wine. Truthfully, he felt like an adult. Drinking in his luxurious room, reading Thesaurus like some scholar long after the sun had gone down in front of a maid...well, said maid actually owned the place he was in. Even with his ripped skirt and neglected maid manners. The thought made him chuckle. A maid richer than a noble. In what world would that happen? He read over the history of Faculties of the three universities in Elrios: Resiam's Imperial Institute, Velder University and The Elrianode Scholar Academy.

The page he was on was part of the old diplomas one could have gotten in the past. And, almost immediately, one caught his interest: Mexican Maid. As he took another sip, Elsword read over the specialized pink dresses the Maids in the program would be required to learn the art of cocktails and recycling the empty bottles into the Art of the Chancla. Whatever that was. Come to think of it, Elsword thought, that program was so close to what Owen had been forced into. After flipping through some other pages, he saw that the Mexican Maid program had originally been taught in Resiam. Although, as drunk as he was, the names of the cities and gods only amused him further. Without a word, the teen continued to sip away his drink, oblivious to Raven's request. Let alone the fact that he was not drinking juice anymore.

Raven finished to recite the rest of the words by H when Elsword's quiet chuckles finally broke his focus. He glanced at Elsword, raising an eyebrow at how much he was laughing at whatever words he was reading. The teen's cheeks were bright red and he was loosely holding his cup of Chardonnay on one hand. Could it be? No, the Blade Master told himself, Elsword had already finished his first cup and he was not even tipsy by then. Something else had to be affecting the young man.

Raven cleared his throat, "Sieghardt?"

The teen closed the Thesaurus and took another sip, barely holding back another chuckle, "Whaa?"

Ok, now there was no doubt about it. Somehow, Sieghardt could not handle more than a cup of wine. He had to be the responsible adult and make him realize that this was no time to be partying and getting drunk. The fate of his secret date, the world itself, was at risk!

"Elsword Sieghardt, stop drinking at this instant!"

"Buuh why?"

Elsword watched Raven close the dictionary in his hands swiftly, making it sound like a bear trap closing onto its prey. This did not bode well. The rich maid had grown angry, and it was probably because of the wine. Should he let it go? Yeah, now that he thought about it, Owen had warned him that Raven was much more scary when he got angry. As if he were cutting the cables of a bomb, the young heir of the Sieghardts took his last sip and put the cup as delicately as a fire orb on the table.

"Gappy now?"

Raven frowned, perplexed at just how drunk Elsword was, "Gappy?"

A flash of light enveloped the room for a second, almost burning Elsword's eyes. Although he closed them on reflex, the pain of that sudden pink brightness left its painful trace in the shape of the cutest, girliest pink sparks in his retina. It sobered him up in an instant. When the light faded out, Elsword noticed that Raven was back to his normal attire, his golden eyes staring at his clothing in disbelief. The black-haired man got up, looked at his feet and turned around, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

With a chuckle, Raven pointed at him, "You are the most useful drunk I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, Sieghardt! I'll show you to your chambers."

'Huh?! I...I got drunk?'

Seeing that Raven was already leaving him behind, the red-haired teen scrambled to follow him to the elevator, wondering just when he had gotten drunk. Oh, well, at least he felt aware and awake now. And, most importantly, he would finally get some rest. Elsword glanced up and saw there was a digital clock right next to the display of the current floor number. His heart sank when he saw the hour.

"Uhm, Sir Cronwell?"

Raven turned around to glance at him, "Hm? Is something the matter?"

"At what hour do you plan to continue with this Bootcamp today?"

With a shrug, the richest man in Lurensia gave him a grim answer, "Oh, surely by 7AM at the latest. I'm a morning person."

"But...it's 3 AM already."

"That's more than enough time to get a good two hours sleep and use the rest to get ready by 7. At the latest."

Elsword blinked at how casually Raven Cronwell had replied. It was as if he was used to live his whole life like that. The more he knew him, the more he feared him. The man who could look that healthy and only sleep two hours per night was definitely a monster he should never, under no circumstances, anger.

With a pained mumble, Elsword tragically accepted his new life.

Oh, the things he'd do for money.

[Unofficial Hero Information]

Name: Owen Felford
Dress Name: Battle Tendency (Maid ver.)

History: Built as a replica of the Aztec Battle Tendency by the greatest Mexican Maids, Battle Tendency has everything to make any Mariachi Lord safer and comfortable under the crushing desert heat. Tequila Sunrises and Margaritas are just as important as recycling your bottles once the party's over!

Power: B

Speed: C

Range: D

Durability: B

Precision: A

Potential: A

Return to normal: Run away (Nigerundayo)

Quirks: The angrier he gets, the more fabulous he becomes, he can read people's minds.