Ah, welcome back, I apologize for the lateness of this memory, I had quite the time crafting this after all, and there were problems with the rift in time I'm afraid.

Also, a big thank you for Taee and ASimpleCherry for joining me on my journey.

I am very thankful for all the encouragements and support this has received and hope to meet your expectations.

But please, make yourself at home my dear, another journey is about to start.

Let the doors open to a memory lost in time~

Chapter 3:

Noblesse daintily sips from her teacup and set it down gracefully. A hand is placed on top of the pages of the book she was reading. The air outside was crisp and cold, the demon world didn't exactly have bright, warm days after all. Blue demonic flames floated above her head, serving as her light and casting a soft glow upon the pages.

"But she wasn't exactly reading per see, but rather, absentmindedly flipping through the old, yellowed pages as her mind wanders. Mainly about a certain, white-haired, terror lady. Even though the noblesse has warmed up to the concept of other worlds, of other hers, she still isn't quite sure on what to say and does when one of the said alternates are living in one of the rooms in the castle.

"Good morning!"

"Well speak of the devil, she came." The Noblesse jolted, nearly spilling the tea on her dress. Chiliarch grinned widely, paying no attention to the scare she just gave her as she stood beside Noblesse chair.

Noblesse cleared her throat and regained her composure. "Good morning to you too Chiliarch," she greets, closing the book and setting it on her lap to face the terror lady.

Chiliarch pouts puffing up her cheeks as she looked at the Noblesse. "C'mon," She whines, "stop being so stiff and formal with me!" she groaned out as she dramatically gestures to Noblesse with her hands.

The other brings a hand up to her mouth to hide a curl of a smile from making itself to public to the world. She had to admit, Chiliarch could be childish all the time, yet possess the strength that rivals her own makes the Noblesse only wonder.

"I'm a noble Chiliarch," she reminds her while crossing her legs lightly and raised an eyebrow as she looked at her."One, such as I, should uphold this image to others."

Chiliarch huffs and throws her arms at the air her brow furrowed lightly. "For fuck's sake...!" The swearing got a rather unladylike snort from Noblesse as Chiliarch continues. "At least stop calling me by my title!"

If Chiliarch was attempting to pry a smile onto the stoic Noblesse, then progress has been made as a smile cracked onto the Noblesse's visage.

"Then how would we differentiate ourselves from each other?"

At this Chiliarch grinned proudly as she brings up the idea that came to her mind when she woke up that morning.

"By nicknames!" she announced, hands on her hips with pride beaming off her face.

Noblesse rolls her eyes with a small smile. "If I give you a nickname will you stop bugging me about being formal and serious?" she asks while Chiliarch rocks on her heels with a grin.

"Maybe," she drawls getting a sigh from the Noblesse. This was probably the closest she'll get.

"Alright," she says, standing up and turning so she stood face to face with Chiliarch.

"How does Lili sound then?" she asks leaning forward and flicking Chiliarch in the nose in an almost teasing manner if her smile had anything to say about it.

The terror lady huffed and rubbed her nose but she didn't seem to mind Noblesse' actions. In fact, Chiliarch actually was shocked that the fact that Noblesse, in fact, actually had her moments in childishness even if it's as small as that.

"Lili..." Chiliarch mumbled a grin going from cheek to cheek ."You took that from my title, no?"

Noblesse only gives a lucrative smile causing Chiliarch to break into laughter. Stretching her arms above her head she grinned to herself.

"I like that." She admits before looking at the Noblesse. "Please, call me Lili from now on."

A few weeks later though, Noblesse finally gets her own nickname after catching a cold. The demon queen sneezed into her handkerchief.

'Blesse,' she thought with embarrassment. Damn Chiliarch for thinking it was a good idea to take out the first two letters of her title after getting tired of saying 'bless you' many times when she had a particularly bad cold.

To be continued...

I'm afraid we have to part ways now, the rift has been acting up lately and thus, hindered me from showing you this memory.

Speaking of, special thanks to an0n author for taking time to polish and add the finishing touches to this memory.

Before you leave, mind taking some time to tell me what you think about this particular memory? It will help me a lot~

Until we meet again!

A.K. Kumiho Sei 4.1.2018