I cannot put the image that I wanted in this chapter, but if you head to AO3 under Is it Wrong... (it's long, so don't mind me) to see the image I described.

www,archiveofourown,org/works/29895330/chapters/77814872 (replace comma with period)

Okay, Tecno Emperador. I know, but I am only counting your vote at one, same with blee7442, and since it's a tie and I am the author, I'm picking Irene because I'm going to have a little bit of fun writing the Game. Basically, she's going to get to flex, but I have a plan. She won't be able to just spout chants willy nilly.

As always:

"Speaking"

Individual thoughts/Mindscape talk with the twins

*Ability/Spell*

...

Two days passed very easily, and the twins were getting antsy. Having been fully healed, both Isaac and Irene wanted to hop back into the Dungeon, or train. The day they waited for was upon them. Dia finally permitted them to leave the house. Welf had informed them of the gift they had commissioned, and they were going to be so happy with the result. They had to clean their room to make it look better. After their sketching, they stayed up all night, both afraid to go to sleep.

Whether Dia knew that or not, it was undetermined. Dia was actually dealing with a picky customer about rent. If the raised voice was one thing, they avoided her for now, slipping a note under the door and leaving it at that.

Before the twins stepped outside, they finally noticed their armor and weapons. They looked shiny, freshly coated, brand new. When Welf saw the stars in their eyes, he smiled wide. "I take it you like it?"

Irene was the first to hug him, even though she shouldn't jostle her body as much. The stitches had to stay in for a while longer. Welf gently hugged her back, before Isaac took his other hand and clasped it in what could be considered a warrior's handshake.

As for Irene's wound, Amid had wondered why it seemed to be the most severe wound and it was because the knife was a cursed one, making wounds unaffected by potions. She tested this on herself by slicing her finger, drinking a potion, and then observing. No one questioned it.

"Dude, we haven't seen them shine since the first week we had them," Isaac commented. Then, his eyes landed on their weapons, "You even did our-"

"When you wanted me to become your personal smith, I make sure that everything is taken care of, alright? I don't cut corners, you know?" Welf said, while gently trying to get Irene off him.

"Sis, you can let go now," Isaac said, clearly amused.

Irene's eyes shot open, not even realizing she closed them, "Sorry, just I haven't-"

"No need, now come on, Bell and Lili are waiting," Welf said, strolling out of the house. The twins geared up, for the first time in what felt like forever, but it was really only three-ish days.

Upon exiting the home, all eyes were on the twins, but they kept up the conversation with Bell, Lili, and Welf. Isaac, however, dropped out of the conversation when he felt a stare on him, and he wasn't liking it. He didn't ask Irene, but he knew that she was probably feeling the same look, right?

"Anyway, Mister Davlin was impressed with the sketch and the materials you brought him were superb, Lili wants to know where did you get them?" Lili asked, her eyes looking at the twins, who didn't seem to be there right now.

"Uhm, Isaac, Irene?" Bell asked.

The twins shook their heads before apologizing. Isaac answered the question, "We got them on our way here to Orario, from the Far West. There's a nice little village out there tucked into a mountainside. Further down, they have a mine, which had to be cleared by the two of us. The monsters on the surface are weaklings compared to monsters on… let's say the fifteenth floor. They rewarded us with that pouch. We never had a use for them up to this point. I did find it strange that it seemed ready for us."

"Well, I definitely think you are going to like the outcome, the gnome was basically waiving the fee. Said we should have him pay us for even using the materials," Welf said shrugging.

The five of them all headed up through Northeastern Main, entering Somlisel Craftworks, and the twins felt it, a familiarity washed over them. "Ahh, you've returned. I have finished the-" Davlin paused, his eyes intently on the twins.

Isaac and Irene paused. "Do we…?"

"No, we don't, but I knew Sofia, and once I saw the materials, I knew it had to be either her or someone related to her. At least the design finally makes sense. A little too on the nose, but if this is for your Goddess, then I think she'll like it," Davlin smiled.

"What relation did you have with Grandma?" Isaac asked, looking curiously at this gnome.

"Ah, where are my manners, my name is Davlin Somlisel, owner of this establishment. I know you two are of Vlahos descent and when you say 'Grandma', you are her grandkids, are you not?" Davlin asked, a gentle smile on his face. "She and I were old friends. I traveled to Orario with her once upon a time. She was the one who helped me set up this very shop!"

"Yes, it's really getting old meeting everyone that remembers Grandma," Isaac complained, but it was in good nature. They were bound to run into a multitude of people who knew her. "At least we know someone who accompanied her for a short time."

"Well, it was a great honor to make this for you. Allow me to show you what two days' worth of work and refinement gave me," Davlin said as he held out a small box, the size of Lili's hand, and opened it. Inside was a pendant that made Isaac and Irene pause and smile wide. Their hands reached out and looked on in awe.

"Did you even sleep?" Irene asked.

"Not a lick, my mind just kept working and wouldn't let me take a break. This had to be perfect," Davlin admitted. "Don't you youngins worry about an old gnome like me. I at least nourished myself." Hard to argue with that.

Welf, Lili, and Bell all peeked and saw the pure craftsmanship that Davlin poured into it. There was a small loop at the top, presumably for the chain it would reside on. Outside of that loop, were intricate gold linings. On top of those lies a band of small silver orbs that wrapped around it. Four golden orbs resided in the primary cardinal direction points. Two swords, the blades gold, and the hilts silver. The swords themselves were layered with small raised sections. The hilts were swirled before coming to a vague 'M' shape. Behind all of that, was a shield, with the same silver bands stretching in the cardinal directions, meeting with the golden orbs.

"That's not all, I even did this," Davlin said as he gently flipped the medallion necklace to show the Dia Familia symbol of the cross and faded lightning bolts together. With that, there was an inscription, From your children. "I apologize for not putting your names, it was my fault for not asking you, adventurer," referring to Welf. He shook his head, not worrying about it.

"It's beautiful," Irene said.

"You think she'll like it?" Isaac asked immediately after, his voice just as soft.

"It only needs one more thing to be complete," Davlin said as he set a small pin on the counter. "I would like for you to prick your fingers."

Cue five voices, "'"""What?"""""

"It's like a magic necklace, your Goddess will be able to locate you at a more specific level. I've heard what happened, and I wish nothing but wellness to you both. A small prick of blood to the necklace isn't much. This is what took me so long, trying to get the right effect imbued within it. Thankfully, I remembered what steps I had to take."

"Well, Lady Dia would be much more at ease," Isaac reasoned, grabbing a knife off his person before delicately poking his pinkie. A drip of blood formed and he slowly lowered it to the necklace, barely touching it. The drop remained for a moment before fading into the necklace. The swords lit up faintly in response. "Woah, that's cool."

Irene grabbed her shuriken and repeated the process, except this time, the shield lit up. "Lady Dia will be most appreciative, thank you, Mister Davlin."

"Don't thank me, this is what a familia is all about, right?" the gnome had this grandfatherly aura to him. Neither twin could disagree. "Now, this allows your Goddess to have a more precise location of you, even in the Dungeon. It won't always be accurate, a floor or two off, but it is better than nothing."

"That is actually very cool, can you do more like this?" Bell asked, gazing at the medallion.

"I could, but the materials I was provided gave me the perfect opportunity to try this. It only needed a little blood to activate the effect," Davlin said, explaining the mechanic of the spell. Was it a spell? Or was it sorcery?

Welf spoke, changing the subject, "Well, now that's done. How about you two go home and give her the necklace and then we can be off?"

"R-Right, we planned on going to the eighteenth floor soon, now that we can make it there, and Goliath is definitely not going to spawn," Bell said, piping up with information.

"Then, after that, we can celebrate!" Welf boasted. Isaac rattled his brain for a moment and he was about to speak, "I can see where your head's at. To celebrate my level up! I know a great bar, we can discuss it after the Dungeon."

"Master Welf, please do not be overzealous. One thing at a time," Lili said.

The medallion was gathered up, but Irene still was concerned, "Don't we owe you anything?"

Davlin smiled and chuckled, "No need, little Vlahos. Sofia had told me years ago that if her family ever showed up, I was to do something to repay her. She saved my shop during the Dark Times."

"Dark Times?" Isaac inquired.

"Sounds like a library expedition to me," Irene said. "Thank you, Mister Davlin!"

"Not a problem. Stay safe, you hear me, adventurers?"

The twins were very antsy as they approached their home. The trio said they would meet up at the bar, Hibachitei, located in the Southern district. While it should remind the twins of what happened, they ignored it completely. As for the Dungeon trip, that was postponed as well. Welf's familia needed him for something.

Now, entering their home was normal. Nothing much to say there, but even as things stayed normal, they were different this time. It had much more meaning this time.

What was not normal, in this case, was going to be knocking on the door to Dia's office. The twins were having a mental debate on it while the two of them held the small little present in their hands. They were so unfocused on reality that they didn't notice the door open and Dia standing there with a raised eyebrow, hidden by her hair. "Are you two alright?"

""Y-Yes, Lady Dia!"" they said.

"So, we uhm…" Isaac started.

"... we know that you said that you didn't want a gift…"

"... but we know how much you actually like getting a gift from us, even if you said otherwise…"

"...and an apology is required from both of us…"

""Sorry, and please accept this gift!"" they held out their hands, the box now precariously teetering in their hands.

Dia eyed them before she looked at the box, and she gently took it before it fell, "You know all I wanted was for you two to be-" she abruptly stopped when she pulled out the necklace. The swords and shield shimmered in the light, the chain it resided on was enough to fit around Isaac's head, so it should be easy to adjust for Dia.

Isaac and Irene had grins on their faces, their eyes shining with anticipation. They said nothing as they waited for Dia to make any sort of reaction. Right now, she seemed to be stunned. Her emerald eyes visible, with unshed tears. Blink and they would fall. "You…"

"We did. We told you, the Anniversary means a lot to us," Irene said softly. "Without you, we would probably be dead."

"D-Don't say that!" Dia exclaimed, looking Irene directly in the eye. Even her Godly intuition told her that she wasn't lying, and that's what made Dia stop from saying anything else.

"But it's true. If you hadn't pulled us out of the wreckage, we wouldn't have had the opportunity to go on adventures with you. We wouldn't have had the ups and the downs with you, so we wanted to make it special," Isaac said, an arm now around Irene's shoulders.

"We saved it for this. It's been a decade since we've joined your familia, but you've given us something that we only had each other for," Irene said as her arm was around Isaac's waist.

All three of them smiled, """A family."""

Later on, Dia found out about the tracking magic embedded within it, making her smile wide. One less worry for Dia and more breathing room for the twins.

If that isn't a win-win, Isaac wouldn't know what is.

The twins opened up the doors to Hibachitei, the bar Welf mentioned. He was finally able to celebrate his level up. Even though it was a week past it now… it's been a week? Time sure does fly in Orario. With the pass parade, Isaac's adventure in the lower levels, the return trip, the Black Goliath, the alley attack… too much stuff has happened to the twins. Their trip into the Dungeon went well—rescheduled to yesterday, the day after the twins gave Dia the necklace—making it to the eighteenth floor in record time, grabbing their supplies, and quickly heading back up. That trip was a 'get back in the saddle' kind of trip. The twins were pleased that their skills weren't rusty.

Anyway, this night was hopefully going to be relaxing.

That didn't happen though.

After they entered the bar, meeting with the trio. They greeted them warmly, getting a smaller meal than what they would normally get. "Why such a small meal?"

"I'm still healing. Just because I can walk around and about, doesn't mean I should strain myself. Remember, all of my ribs basically got rearranged. While I am able to move, I'm still grasping the concept of not having to wait three months to recover. I'd miss all the fun and besides, if I got into another fight, Amid would have my head," Isaac remarked in good nature. In their most recent Dungeon trip, he served as a middle guard, but with Bell's speed, he didn't have to lift a finger.

"Then should you have even been in the Dungeon?" Bell inquired, his mouth full.

Isaac snorted, "Listen, what Dea Saint doesn't know won't hurt her. I'm sure she'd put me back in the clinic if she found out." He whispered it to Bell because people were eying their table.

They were dressed in black, with orange accents outlining them. There were five of them. A Human, a Prum, and Isaac believed it was three demi-humans, their traits not visible at his angle.

"What about you, Mistress Irene?" Lili asked, taking a long sip of her drink. It was some specialty Prum ale that neither twin caught the name of.

Irene smiled, "My concussion is going away, I sometimes get a little dizzy, but nothing serious. It only happens if I stand up too fast. So, I'm only here to celebrate. Hopefully, no one starts singing those horrible shanties." She was also fine in the Dungeon and having read up on some smaller healing spells, she used that instead of Divine Healing.

"Only one of those are good, didn't it go something like 'My mother told me…' or close to that?" Issac said, gently smiling, and even ordering a drink. Welf raised an eyebrow.

"Drinking tonight?" Welf inquired.

Isaac nodded his head, glancing at the smith, "Yeah, I told you, special occasion. You only level up to level two once."

"Well, it's nice to see you both," Bell said, making them feel welcome. "We haven't talked about much. I've been leveling pretty well. I know it sounds arrogant for me to say but it feels…"

"Like a dream?" Isaac offered as his ale was set on the table. Thanking the waitress, he sipped it. It was a sweet ale, something light at least. No need to get hammered. Welf, on the other hand, downed his drink in two seconds flat.

The white-haired boy sighed, "Yeah, actually. It's only been about two months and I'm level two, but my stats are easily ready for three."

Those people are still watching, aren't they? Irene said, surprising Isaac. Not that he thought she wouldn't notice them, but the fact she must have done so when he wasn't paying attention.

"Yeah, I mean still, there's a long road to go," Bell said, diving back into his meal while Lili admonished him for poor table manners. Welf rolled his eyes at the two bickering like siblings.

Isaac rolled his eyes as well but responded to his sister's query, Yep and they look like they are about to start something. Isaac's inquiry was correct as the Prum stood up from his table and started to mouth off.

"So, you're going onto level three, huh?" the Prum asked. Isaac already had his free hand at his knives. Irene had her hands on a dagger if push comes to shove. "Why don't you just come out with the truth? The truth that you're just a con artist." The Prum put his hands on his head imitating rabbit ears, "You probably ran from all the monsters while your party killed them so you could rank up!"

Bell could be seen with his hands on the table, knuckles white.

"And now we're supposed to believe you're going to be level three? What a joke! If I was him, I'd be too embarrassed to leave my home!" the Prum continued. The looks from their groupies gave Isaac an idea.

"Do the four of you want to come to get your child? It sounds like he needs his bottle," Isaac said, making the Prum stop and each one of them glared at Isaac, except for one. Irene covered her mouth to hide the laughter that was bubbling to the surface. Other patrons laughed at the display of teasing from Isaac. "Listen, I don't know what you're trying to do, but I'd very much like to celebrate with some friends after getting out of the clinic. If I was in a bar fight, Dea Saint wouldn't leave me alone, and if I did, I'd make sure to drag one of you with me," he said plainly and as bored as possible, but the intent radiating from Isaac made everyone flinch, except for one patron chilling at the bar. His ears perked and a small smile graced the patron's face.

The Prum was obviously flustered, so Isaac stood up and gently walked over to him, his intent not on the Prum, but got eye level with him, a small grimace as his ribs protested the movement. "So please, go back to your seat and quit slandering others. It wouldn't be so nice if I slandered your Captain over there who should have a better handle on their subordinates."

Now, the captain glared at Isaac. "Let's keep the peace, shall we?" Irene finally said, her eyes filled with concealed mirth. Issac stood and finally turned to sit back down, but apparently, the Prum didn't get the memo.

"Even so, your comrades are all from different familias! That says something! A failure of a blacksmith, a tiny shrimp of a supporter, and the two Titans! Perfect for a cheater, amirite?"

"You do realize that you are one of those 'tiny shrimp', right? You just insulted your entire race, yeah?" Isaac retorted calmly, mouth full of food. His intent still hasn't let up, and now Irene's joined the mass, her facial expression didn't change. She was still smiling, but there was a glint in her eye. Bell and Lili shivered in their seat, almost turning as white as Bell's hair. The twins were acting so calm in the face of this. Welf, however, seemed indifferent to this, but he cupped his face with one hand, leaning on the table, hiding the smile.

But, at the word 'cheater', Bell lowered his head, rage beginning to form in his eyes.

Isaac sent a word to his sister, He's going to blow up, isn't he?

Irene had the fortitude to prevent a sigh from escaping, If he mentions Lady Hestia, then he will.

Don't hold your breath, Isaac said, finishing off his drink. His hand retreated to his left leg dagger, slowly and silently drawing it.

"After all, his familia is the weakest and the lowest of the low. Led by a Goddess with no dignity, authority, and those oversized boobs of hers."

That proved to be the final straw, "Take that back!" The twins audibly sighed this time.

"Upset because I'm right? Typical. Tell me the truth, you're embarrassed to be the child of that goddess, aren't you?"

Bell looked ready to leap over the table, but Welf had enough. He turned and threw his ale at the Prum. With a smug look on his face, he said, "Whoops, my hand slipped."

That enraged the table that the Prum was originally at. "Bastard!"

Lili put her hand on her head, "And this is why Lili has problems with adventurers."

"They think it's a dick measuring contest," Irene quipped. Isaac conceded to that point but still made no move to leave his chair again. Neither one made a move to stop Bell because they wouldn't let this stand either, but acting on behalf of another familia could lead to problems. The alliance hadn't gone through yet.

Isaac watched Welf put one over his head and throw him into the wall, Bell kicking a leg out from under them, then Welf again, kicking him across the room, "Who else wants some?"

"I do," the last member of that table stood, and then rushed across the room to Welf. Isaac and Irene knew it, this guy was level three, the same as them. Welf was ambushed and then thrown against the wall and was knocked down. The sheer force was enough to blow the wind out of him.

"Master Welf!" Lili shouted.

"Welf!" Bell said before this person appeared in his peripheral then was punched across the face. Then twice, then three times before grabbed in a chokehold. Blood sprayed after the second punch.

"Is that all you got, Little Rookie? All I gave you were a few love taps."

A few stunned patrons exclaimed, "That guy's with the Apollo Familia!" "That's Phoebus Apollo, Hyakinthos!" "Isn't he level three?"

The twins looked each other in the eye, moving silently.

"Harming my companions is a steep price to pay. It looks like it's up to you to pick up the tab. It looks like those Titans abandoned you, a shame, really," Hyakinthos said before squeezing harder on Bell's throat and a menacing smile appeared.

A knife appeared across the assailant's throat and a sword pointed at his chest, right where his heart was, "Put him down." Isaac's voice was dark, almost demonic. His hazel orbs burned with a fury that only a few could contain. Irene was behind him, no one saw them move.

Surprise flickered across the person's face before dropping him. "What was that about us abandoning him, hmm? Now, leave while you still have your life," Irene's voice was like a sinister, yet feathery, whisper in Hyakinthos's ear. Just from this impression, he knew he was outclassed, their status easily above his. One wrong move and a knife would skewer him.

Dropping Bell, who Isaac caught him in one arm, he removed the sword, sheathing it before forcing a potion down his throat. The internal injuries healed, but the blood remained.

A deep chuckle brought the attention to the bar, where an ashen werewolf sat. Bete Loga of Loki Familia sat, hands in his pockets, "You wimps need to shut the hell up. So why don't you follow what the elf said and leave while you still can, you're making my drink taste bad."

A sigh from Hyakinthos, "The mood's ruined, let's go."

Isaac spoke, "If you try to spin this where we're at fault, there are fifteen witnesses here, so choose wisely." Hyakinthos didn't respond as the little band of Apollo Familia followed their Captain out the door.

Bete stood from his chair and stared intently at the twins, then glanced at Bell, before he headed to the door.

Gasps rose from the patrons as Isaac grabbed his arm, and not even Bete's growl could get him to let go, "I want to thank you."

"For what?" Bete's tone was irritable.

"For helping her with her panic attack on the eighteenth," Isaac whispered. "You helped when I couldn't."

Bete scoffed, but glanced back at Irene, "I just wanted her to shut the hell up, that's all, now piss off." shrugging his arm out of Isaac's hold—which he could have gotten out of at any time—left Hibachitei, and disappeared into the night.

"Now then barkeep, which familia are you going to levy the damages onto? Apollo, Hestia, or Dia? One? All three equally?" Isaac said, finally dropping his intent, along with Irene, and everyone could breathe a little bit easier.

Irene had to make a joke, "Well, I can wait on that hatchet a little bit longer."

Her elder brother snorted. Dia is so going to lecture us.

You're worried about Dia?! I'm worried about Riveria! Irene shot back.

Passing Bell to her, he scooped up Welf, We forgot about one person who would be more calm and furious than explosive.

At random, both said, ""Dea Saint.""

Of course, Dia found out because of the rumors and they, of course, couldn't lie to their Goddess. "Who threw the first punch?" This was the next day, bright and early. She didn't question them until they woke up to give them a false sense of security.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, "Welf's hand 'slipped', and then it fell apart from there. I tried to talk them down and dissuade them because I noticed Bell's anger."

"His anger?" Dia knows that Hestia's child doesn't get angry often, if at all.

"Then they made fun of Hestia," Irene chimed in.

Both of them were sitting in the living room with Dia across from them. "Thoughts?"

"Apollo's going to try something," Irene observed. "They wanted to instigate that fight."

"Well, Apollo has another thing coming. I'll let you both know now, Hestia and I are in an alliance, so if something outlandish does happen, then we are ready."

"That's great news!" Isaac cheered.

Dia then rounded on them, flicking their foreheads, "You didn't get hurt, did you?" the question was directed to the two of them.

"No injuries, just as long as Amid doesn't figure out we were there, we should be fine. However, the rumors may have reached her, so we may want to make a bomb shelter," Irene said, making Isaac pale.

Knock knock.

Both twins immediately hid behind the couch, thinking that the Saint herself was at the door, making Dia smile and shake her head before gently opening the door, "Hello?"

Voices were heard from the door, but neither twin wanted to look over the couch to see if it was her. They could very much go without a lecture on health etiquette, thank you very much.

The door closed a moment later. "I would very much like an explanation."

"First, can you please tell us who it was?" Isaac asked, his eyes peering over the couch. Dia had to withhold her laughter. Her memory took her back when they would do this as children…

"It was two members of the Apollo Familia. They were dropping off an invitation," Dia explained. "Now, care to tell me what caused this?"

Irene peered from the couch now, "If he tries anything…"

Dia opened the letter from the two messengers, "Huh, we've been invited to Apollo's ball."

"You… don't find that suspicious?" Isaac asked, now looking over Dia's shoulder at the invitation. Sure enough:

You have been personally invited to a Banquet for the Gods.

Hosted by the God, Apollo.

You are allowed to bring one Familia member to escort the Deity in charge.

Kind Regards,

The invitation was signed by Apollo himself. It contained other details about the location and date, so there was no issue. Dia threw out a theory, "He was one of the familia that were trying to poach you, and I honestly will castrate him if he tries to." The threat of violence from someone as cute as Dia made Isaac eye her warily and sneakily cup his groin, the sympathy pain making him cower.

"Oh, so he was going to try and steal us away? First Lady Freya, now Master Apollo? What other Gods want us?" Irene asked, and Dia looked away.

Isaac eyed her again, "How many?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," Dia feigned ignorance, suddenly finding the invitation to be much more fascinating.

"It was a lot, wasn't it?" Isaac asked.

"Maybe~" Dia said, pointedly not looking at either of her children, her voice going an octave higher.

"I can see why you didn't tell us," Irene added as she headed to the kitchen. "Okay, enough talk, we got some things to decide, right?"

Sometime later, a certain person was out and about. That person was Ottar. Given recent events, there was something he had to do. His Lady ordered him to, but he planned on doing this of his own free will, even if she didn't tell him or if she was upset with him.

The weather was actually cloudy today, a perfect setting. The wind gently caressed everything it touched, making Ottar shift his ears and though he would deny the feeling, he enjoyed it. It reminded him of days long gone. Considering where he was standing gave him another reason.

He stood at the entrance of Adventurer's Graveyard with a single bag strapped to his back. The Boaz closed his eyes and let his senses drift wayward and outward as he searched for the grave. The King entered the gates and began his search. On his way, he passed by a statue of the last person that was ever considered a hero. The man who faced the One-Eyed Black Dragon all alone. The stories do not begin to tell the extent of the man's feats. Passing that, he found old members of Evilus, one of them being Zald. The man who ate Behemoth and ended up retiring as an adventurer because of the poison. The man who Ottar had to defeat to become level 7, almost fourteen years ago.

The next was a young woman named Alfia, only in her early twenties when she died. A life-long life-threatening disease slowly chipped away at her life. She was also an executive to Hera Familia, the youngest one ever to do so. She, along with Zald, had become obstacles in the name of making Orario stronger so someone could defeat the dragon. It sounds like a fairy tale, but Ottar and many others know what happened in those dark times. If one were to look closely, they could still see the scars. It makes Ottar a tad thankful that the Cranel boy and the twins did not arrive four years ago. Otherwise, they would have been able to see the devastation that they caused. No one talks about it, but Ottar could see the small looks in people's eyes as he passed on the way here. They remember, not denying it happened, but choose not to bring it up.

The items in his bag were not for the Hero or Gluttony. They were for two other people. One of them laid before him. Ottar reached around his back and pulled out a collection of white and black roses before laying them on a gravestone that said:

Alfia

Executive of Hera Familia

With a smile, she went.

Let Slumber be ever-restful.

XXXX-XXXX

Clearing his throat, "You should be proud of him. He has impressed my Lady greatly. He-" Ottar closed his eyes and sighed, admitting this to himself but her of all people deserve to hear what has become of her family. "That boy has the drive and determination to become what you longed for." It was left unsaid, but it was as if the grave itself understood the meaning of Ottar's words.

Ottar turned and continued walking to the next area until he heard voices. "Why did we come out here again so soon?"

"Irene, You know why. I planned on coming out here sooner, but with the invitation to Apollo's ball, I wanted to see her."

Those were the twins his Lady was after. Ottar quickly hid his presence but looked past them. He believed they could feel the gazes of people on them, a sixth sense. He never confirmed it.

"Do you think she would want to see us now if she was here?" that was Irene if Ottar caught her name correctly.

A sigh, "I don't know. I know my previous feelings of resentment were somewhat unfounded, but if she was to walk over her and say she wasn't dead, I'd be skeptical and probably angry. What about you?"

Ottar peered around the corner to see Irene put her head on Isaac's shoulder. "I don't know. I…"

"I feel that," Isaac said as his sister trailed off. "We should probably go, Lady Dia is probably worried that we had left the house so soon after the bar fight. Still can't believe that the Apollo Familia would try to instigate something like that. Insulting a person is one thing, but never insult their patron deity."

What Ottar noticed was the magic energy in the air seemed to surround them, like it slowed down to encompass them in a protective embrace. An interesting thing for his Lady to know.

Irene nodded before turning and walking back towards the entrance to this little cove. Ottar hid silently, and for a man his size, it was impressive.

Isaac paused at the edge of the corner, seeing Irene out of sight, "You defile this grave, there will be hell to pay." Then, he continued on walking to catch up to his sister.

Ottar emerged a minute later, surprised that he knew that he was here. With a small smirk, he turned towards his objective. He felt the magic encompass him, but it almost seemed to restrict his movement, like it didn't want him there. He came with no hostile intentions, and once he was able to get a bouquet of roses out, this time red roses, the magic barrier—is what Ottar will call it—let him through as he put it down on the grave that the twins were standing at just moments before. "Those two have the potential to achieve greatness. It's a shame that you are not here to witness it. Rest well, Great Mage. You've earned it."

With that, Ottar left the graveyard.

The twins doubled back to see the roses left behind, and their opinion of Ottar started to change.

In which direction though, was uncertain.