Chapter Restructured & Expanded: 02-05-23.

CHAPTER XV
Forwriten Ge-bróc
(Engraved Sorrow)

ACT II
Eorðscræf Fram Gedwola
(Sepulchre of Heretical Madness)


XIX • CM Moldedæg of Gastesmōnaþ
(The 19th Day of Ghost Month, Earl Day, 900)

"Out of thirteen usable Keys, only one remained unsealed. This Key is…"

When she comes to, a searing pain rips through Viola's entire being.

It tears into her psyche, causing tremendous confusion.

Clouded vision straining, she glares skywards at the ward's ceiling which she languidly starts recognising.

S-she… oh, this burning!

A distressed sigh slips from her lips, alerting the person beside her.

Her heart, chest… side…!

Barely half conscious, the Arcewælcyrge is already regretting waking up.

"Viola?" Natsuki's voice is delicate as she scoots her chair closer. It's clear that the Wælcyrge is finally conscious. Natsuki had started to worry she would never awaken.

O-oh… Angling her head against her pillow, Viola's lips tremble. The memories of her hallucinatory excursion slam within her mind.

Is this truly her Natsuki?

Or, is it another carnation? S-she has k-illed…

"Viola?" Natsuki repeats, her brow wrinkling with concern. She looks like she has seen a ghost. Unsure what to do, she makes a move to stand. She should fetch Hele—Instead, Viola's hand grips her trouser leg, stalling her. Surprised, she looks back down at her.

"I…" The Arcewælcyrge harshly swallows, her breath shallow. "I… am… so sorry." Her eyes close, her other hand raising from beneath the blanket. Cupping her temple, Viola sighs shakily. "...So sorry."

What on…? Natsuki cautiously hovers over her. "What's wrong?"

"What is wrong…" Viola chuckles bitterly, her clouded gaze staring through Natsuki briefly. Sight refocusing, she studies Natsuki's eyes. Outstanding apprehensive concern is etched within her viridian gaze. Oh, how she has missed her eyes...—"I...I-I witnessed my past life." She closes her eyes again, a terrible agony ripping through her torso.

Stunned for a time, she is unable to do a thing. Yet, the anxiety and desires persist, rampaging within her fragile mindset.

Natsuki could only await the Wælcyrge. Has she perhaps experienced visions during her spiritual hibernation? 'Like I did inside the Wind Catacombs?' Noticing the Anchors between Viola's breasts, they thrum with greater power. Since when had…

"What Tomoe h-ad said is true. I killed you."

The words sink in like razor blades. Emerald darts from the prismatic crystals and draws to weary crimson. N-no… Natsuki starts to make a move, but her unwounded left wrist is caught this time. Alarmed, she stares at the Arcewælcyrge fearfully.

"P-please." The plea escapes Viola. "Please do not go. A-allow me to explain what happened."

The thick atmosphere ploughs through them as the seconds bypass them.

"Please...!"

She desperately cries, her fingers slipping to entwine Natsuki's. I-if she loses Natsuki now, she'd—

Distraught, her Ánhere sits.

"A… a long time ago, there was an event which could only be stopped by HiME—us." Viola attempts to make sense of it all amid her pain. "Every…" She shakes her head, unable to pinpoint the threshold of time exactly. "Every few centuries this would happen. The Red Adminstar starts this."

She glances up to stare into Natsuki's eyes again. Her fingers—still tightly twisted around Natsuki's—have gone cold, and she stares back apprehensively. "I-I—" Ugh…

The weight of the world drills inside the Arcewælcyrge's head. Why couldn't anything make sense?! Her palm moves to her eyes, covering them in frustration.

Is this truly Viola? Natsuki watches the suffering woman. Thereupon Viola's next words, she freezes.

"The Administar caused us to go insane. You… tried talking sense before it was too late, but you had…" Viola quiets down until she doesn't speak at all.

Should she continue?

Her heart hammers, shooting a stinging pain across her torso. It mellows out until a dull ache remains—a sensation her past-self knew well. "I…" She murmured unemotionally. "I had—" Still do. "—loved you with all my heart. Before our battle, you has rejected m—"

"—I'm sorry, Shizuru. I love you—I truly do, but I don't share the feelings you have for me." Natsuki recited the quote from her nightmares. The Arcewælcyrge is immensely shocked, and they stare at one another. So her dreams are… they are true after all? Natsuki doesn't know what to feel.

"N-Natsuki…?" A quivering, pleading whisper escapes Viola's lips; her hand leaping from Natsuki's digits. Frantic fingers curl into her Ánhere's ruffled shirt, pulling Natsuki closer. "C-can you reme—"

"—I-I can't. But you're in my nightmares." Natsuki's body is tugged near to the Arcewælcyrge.

Setting a forearm against the mattress, she avoids pressing down against her. "S-stop it." She grumbles, grasping the elder's wrist.

"I k-illed you! T-hen that psychopath disillusioned me!" Viola's voice becomes more delirious. "I-I… only now do I—"

What's she talking about suddenly? Natsuki pauses from struggling. "What do you mean?" She whispers.

"Saint Vlas deranged us all. Sanada rewound time until she killed ev-eryone!" The Arcewælcyrge's tone transforms into seething hatred.

Meanwhile, that initial name tears into Natsuki.

"She corrupted my dreams. During my coma, I-I—"

"—W-who's Sanada? What happened?" Natsuki encourages, wondering where her internal strength has come from. That horse… i-it had stalked them even back then?

"A-after I k-illed you, time warped to a previous day where you were still alive. I… I tried fixing it b-ut… she found me and cut me down…!"

"She had?" The hand gripping her shirt relents and falls to the mattress. Hesitantly, the Ánhere plants her wounded hand atop Viola's. "Look, please don't put up a front with me." Her response catches the Wælcyrge's attention who wearily glances her way. "You've been a pain waking up, you know that?" She cracks a smile, albeit showing exhaustion. "Me and Tomoe had to go into the Catacombs and fetch Graceburt's old Anchor."

"The Wind Catacombs?" Viola whispers, clearly shocked. "But the undead—"

"—We dealt with them—somehow, anyway." Natsuki raises her bandaged palm into view which is instantly grasped. "One bit me, but I managed to cast magic?" Only receiving a stare, Natsuki could only shrug. "I don't know how I did it."

"Does… does it hurt?" Viola dares to ask, though already knows the answer. There are faint blemishes of blood staining the fresh bandages. Brushing a thumb along covered stitches, her gaze rises to Natsuki's worriedly. Her Keyless Ánhere has cast magic? H-how is that possible…?

"Hm, it stings." Though, her injury is nothing on the level of Viola's.

Continuing to stroke her thumb along the wound, Viola realises her mistake. This is Natsuki. She did not deserve to—

"—Ah, Arcewælcyrge, you're awake!" Helene enters the ward and quickly approaches the table.

Taking an inkwell and quill, she journeys over. "How are you feeling?" Within her arm is a board with pinned parchment. Quickly she gets to work, placing the writing material down upon the side table. "Any aches and pains? I had to conduct surgery; you're very lucky to be alive."

Wandering away until the voices fade, Natsuki bypasses the ward's metallic, towering doors. Now within the laboratory, she stands by the doorway.

What's happening?

She runs a hand through strands of hair, staring up at the distant ceiling.

What on Earl is with Viola's transformation? Why did she… The thought never completes within Natsuki's fragmented mind. Instead, she crosses her arms and rests her head back against the wall.

It is an attempt to try and block out her own mind. This vainly proceeds for a long while until she hears a noise coming towards her.

'What's...?'

Apprehensively stealing a glance towards the stairs, much to her surprise, Tomoe enters the chamber.

They lock eyes before the elder Ánhere departs for the wards. 'At least Tomoe is being less antisocial now? Still though…' Lost in thought once more, Natsuki's mind goes wild.

How is Viola certain that the person in her previous existence had been her? The chances are impossible, right? What statistics will an event like this even have? Natsuki hasn't a clue and she couldn't believe she is taking this seriously.

'How can this phantastical nonsense be real?'

More importantly, why does she believe Viola? The look on her face had been so… This thought never finishes as Natsuki squats downwards.

The small of her back resting against chilled metal, she stares down at the floor.

Why is she so conflicted about this drastic change? Is it because she fully expects Viola to return to her normal self? Perhaps it's because of her malevolent demeanour? Or… is it more sinister than that?

Viola had said she had loved her. Does she still…? Oh, Gods', she closes her eyes. What is she thinking?

The sound of rolling emits from the ward. Jolting from her mood, she stands and looks past the metallic door. Realising Helene is pushing Viola who is within a wheelchair, she notices Tomoe isn't with them.

'Where is she?'

"Here you are." Helene murmurs, halting beside her. "The Arcewælcyrge is now in your hands. I notified the chambermaids already. You're expected in the royal bathhouse."

Wait, what?

The scientist moves Natsuki so she is behind the wheelchair.

"Also, do not remove her Anchors. They are still protecting her from side-effects. I see it fit that you should care for her. After all, the Arcewælcyrge has looked after you this entire time." She shoots Natsuki a mystifying smile who stares back warily.

'Besides… I've seen those occasional glances she's sent her.' Helene thinks, saying: "Oh, and do not submerge her wounds. Dab them gently with a cloth."

With this, Helene departs, leaving a very confused Natsuki alone.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Viola admits, looking up towards Natsuki.

Is she trying to dump her responsibilities onto her? "Ugh, that woman." Natsuki could only sigh, grasping the chair's handles.

This wheelchair is extremely basic. It looks to be a repurposed dining room chair—identical to the ones within their quarters. Difference being, there's a board attached for the feet, miniature waggon wheels and handles included.

"I've never been to the royal bathhouse, where is it?" Hell, are they even allowed in there?

"I shall direct you."

The trek through the servants' wing is silent until they meet their first obstacle. Oh, now Natsuki understands why they have been sent to the royal bathhouse.

Before them are three steps which lead into the royal wing. Due to secret entrances and access tunnels, the servants' wing has a multitude of staircases. The royal corridors have very few.

"Are you able to stand?" She angles the chair around so the back rests against the wall. There is no mechanism to stop it rolling, after all.

"Ah… maybe." Viola's hands grasp the armrests in some semblance of support. Pushing upwards, a heavy discomfort plunges into her torso. Feeling queasy, she starts faltering until arms wrap around her. Heart racing, she blinks up to her Ánhere who is incredibly close. "N-Natsuki…" She mumbles into her chest, getting eased upwards. "B-but your hand—"

"—Forget about it, okay? I'm fine." Natsuki grunts, hooking an arm around Viola's middle. She is delicate, slotting her fingers around the Arcewælcyrge's hip bone. "Put your arm around my neck. Remember to tell me if it hurts."

This is the Natsuki she remembers from her previous existence…

Viola leans heavily into the Ánhere, taking a cautious step. Her mind blanks upon the woman's touch, feeling her chest jitter in response. Ah… she'd have swooned if uninjured. It feels unbelievably unnatural to be aided in such a manner.

"Y-ou have changed." She releases a pained breath, setting a foot against the first step. This process is difficult and infuriatingly slow. Still, her Ánhere is surprisingly patient.

"You've been a piece of work. But it's not like I have any choice to stop now." Natsuki gradually heaves Viola upwards, leaning her against the wall. "Wait here."

Besides, wouldn't she die if Viola did?

Though… deep down she knows this isn't the only reason.

Giving Viola a customary glance, Natsuki jumps the three steps and approaches the wheelchair. Is this thing heavy? It looks like it will be a pain. But, there is only one way to find out.

Viola watches as her Ánhere struggles with her wheelchair. Oh, she… how Viola wishes she could hug her. "Is it heavy?" She inquires, ears twitching as a wheel noisily grinds upon a step.

"Not really, it's just—" Shoving the wheelchair up, Natsuki set it down beside Viola. "—annoying."

It looks like it. Viola hesitantly presses a palm beneath her stitched breast. It aches terribly, the skin pulling to sting. With some support, it feels better—albeit slightly.

"The bathhouse is down this hallway." She motions down the carpeted corridor which is awash with paintings.

Once they are reorganised, they continue their way down this corridor.

"Helene said the chambermaids know we're coming, so where are they?" Natsuki edges the door open with her shoulder. Her uninjured hand grasping the wheelchair's armrest, keeping it still.

"Out of sight, out of mind." Viola murmurs, looking down to the hand latching hard against her armrest.

It wouldn't be appropriate to touch the Ánhere; but Viola fears she'd never have that chance. Worries from her previous self start concaving her mind. Natsuki was—is—her most precious person. Recklessly, the Arcewælcyrge yearns to tell her more.

Should she?

Lest she gushes her heart out, Viola shouldn't confess. Alas… She is wheeled into the bathhouse.

Stone pillars encompass the huge bath which looks closer to a swimming pool.

These columns convert into arches, merging together upon the ceiling. Coffered in style, the ceiling depicts animals both local and outlandish.

'This is for one person?' Natsuki's eyes sweep the room before focusing upon Viola. "How did Helene manage to persuade the Queen to allow us in here?" She guides the wheelchair closer to the bath's edge, looking within the water. The tiles even have patterns! The public bathhouse is nothing like this.

"She's a very persuasive woman." Viola's voice mildly echoes within the large chamber. Playing with her frilled sleeve idly, she wonders whether she should strip yet.

Her gaze wanders to Natsuki who's adjusting the wheelchair so it is against a pillar. Lips parting, she suddenly realises something: She had been awakened by Anh ten years ago. During their previous lives, Natsuki had been seventeen. She herself had been eighteen.

Gaze pulling to the tiled floor, a faint mar meets the Arcewælcyrge's brow. Natsuki's probably nineteen now, but herself…? Is she... twenty-nine? Conflicting messages pour inside Viola's head.

N-no, even during her previous life, age differences have been commonplace. Several of the suitors her family pushed on her had similar age gaps. But, even so… unsure scarlet glances at Natsuki who peers up into the ceiling.

She has much more experience than Natsuki. Perhaps worse, she has no clue how old Tomoe is. A sigh of defeat escapes from her lips, catching Natsuki's attention who turns around. Is this morally wrong?

"Viola?" Natsuki's head tilts as she observes the strangely docile woman.

"I am sorry." Viola starts unthreading her ruffled shirt, causing the Ánhere to spin around swiftly. "Hm…" She hums with minor amusement, eyes nevertheless scoping along Natsuki's back. As always, she's cute.

Once the shirt is completely open, she carefully pulls the fabric over her head. Her Anchors jingle noisily, causing her to flinch as they hit her stitched breast.

Stilling, her eyes close as she gnaws her lip. Once the pain subsides, she continues undressing. "...Natsuki, either way you shall see me naked." She remarks, examining her nude bosom. The sutured flesh isn't inflamed at least, so it isn't infected.

Because of the suspended weight, her breast is painful. Helene had mentioned her cauterised wound has split open. Though stitched, a disgusting bruise-esque pigment blemishes around it. The sutured gash along her forehead however, is of course visible. "WIll you be joining m—"

"—W-why would I—" A genuine laugh escapes the Wælcyrge, causing Natsuki to hesitantly turn around. Beet-red nonetheless, her gaze pulls away. "I don't know."

"I will not force you. It is just I feel it will be less straining on your part?" Or did her Ánhere wish to join her clothed? Giving her torso a final inspection, Viola starts unthreading her trousers. Either way, she couldn't wait to feel clean.

"M-maybe." Natsuki is still refusing to look her way. How is Viola so casual about this? Is she completely unaware of how her body is—what? What is it doing to her? What? Perhaps… ah.

Gritting her teeth behind sealed lips, Natsuki forces herself to move towards Viola. "Where's the washing stuff?" They couldn't very well wash Viola with mere water, could they?

"I believe it is in that cabinet by the door." Viola gestures towards the oak container, towels neatly folded atop it. Eyes downcasting, they followed the Ánhere before Viola readjusts her attention.

This is concerning.

Her current and previous selves hold differing morals. On one hand, she doesn't care about the age difference, but… Where did this discomfort stem from? As the Arcewælcyrge, she doesn't feel that she could care, yet… Crimsons narrow in thought, then it hits her.

Her final self whom she has witnessed as Natsuki's carnation—twas her, isn't it? 'But why is that?'

Once Natsuki has returned with a small crate, her eyes unconsciously lock upon Viola again. Miraculously, the Arcewælcyrge has managed to pull off her trousers unaided. All that is left are socks and… knickers.

Swallowing hard, she places the crate down upon the stone bench before the bath's edge. "D-do you need any help...?" Natsuki could only lamely ask.

"Hm… I must remove my underthings…" Viola says distractedly. The trousers have been dealt with because there is plenty of fabric to grip. Underwear and socks, not so much. She sighs, despising being such a liability. Gods' sake, she could hardly stand because she doesn't have the strength!

"S-should… should I remove them?" Natsuki stammers, dipping down and drifting her hands to Viola's pelvis. Rather, her hand is captured by the Wælcyrge who cracks a pained smile. "No?"

"Help me up, first."

Easing Viola upwards, Natsuki's heart races. Her Arcewælcyrge is far more muscular than she has anticipated. She can feel solid muscle along Viola's form completely! Distracted by this, the atmosphere plunges; the secured Wælcyrge slowly sliding the underwear and socks off.

Natsuki holds her breath, her heart refusing to relent.

Like a pin dropping, she hears the fabric dully landing upon tile.

Stepping out of the clothing, Viola leans into her momentarily. "Sit me down on the edge."

Once guiding the Wælcyrge down, Natsuki quickly retreats. U-ugh. Sitting loosely cross-legged behind her, Natsuki smears her hands against her face. She is blushing again… this is a nightmare. But… she peeked between her fingers, noticing that Viola hasn't moved an inch.

"Are you…" Natsuki hesitates, staring at the Arcewælcyrge's naked back. This area is toned as well; not exaggerated, but in fact perfect for her tastes. There are even numerous scars along this plane of flesh.

This discovery catches Natsuki totally off guard.

"A-are you okay?" She could only stammer, altogether preoccupied by the lack of attire. Rather than ask Viola, shouldn't she be asking herself this? She is evidently stuck staring at Viola's body.

Goosebumps have scaled along the woman's back from the chill air.

Observing her, it is obvious that Viola isn't fine at all.

"Tired." The Wælcyrge says, her voice low and torn. Grasping cold stone, Viola stares down into the water.

Should she feel better now she is no longer soul mad? Or… does she not deserve that?

Her brow subtly furrows as she watches her legs disturb the lukewarm water. How could she remember her past life? Anh is dead, Sanada has discovered her and… what? Her head lolled downwards in strain, a depression weighing down upon her.

Gods', she has failed Tomoe and Natsuki has gotten wounded for her sake.

A sigh escapes her as she reaches for the crate. Taking a cloth, she dunks it within the water. Now that the submerged cloth is sodden, she raises it out. Squeezing excess liquid from it, she splays the cloth against her face. "Natsuki, what do you think about me? Do you find me monstrous?"

The question catches the Ánhere unawares.

Staring, Natsuki's lips mildly trembled before shaking out of it. "I-I—" Why is this so difficult? Yet, mystifyingly, she is drawn closer to the Arcewælcyrge. Hesitantly resting her uninjured hand atop Viola's shoulder, she stiffens upon realising what she has done. Crap.

Slowly, Viola turns her head to look at her.

Natsuki is dangerously close.

The cloth falls from her grip, splashing into the water below. Heart hammering, Viola isn't sure how to make sense of this. What is her Ánhere playing at suddenly?

As Natsuki's gaze veers away, she clutches her jaw. "Look at me when I am asking how you feel. Are you afraid? Are you still afraid? Do you find me monstrous?" She repeats anew, her personality changing smoothly.

"H-huh…" Natsuki stares dead-set into burning scarlet. "I-I don't know—" She is easily captured by the swirl of red eyes. Those complicated feelings from before are returning tenfold. Why couldn't this woman ever make sense?! "—V-Viol—"

"—How will you not?" Viola's grip reinforces against her jaw before laxing. Pushing the Ánhere away gently, another sigh escapes her.

Why is life so overcomplicated? Reaching for the fabric again, she eased it from the bath. "Before you were fearless… up until I…" She did not wish to speak of those actions.

Up until what? Natsuki unconsciously cups her own jaw, her skin still tingling from the woman's touch. "W-what do you mean?" Her gaze pulls from her, attempting to look anywhere but the Arcewælcyrge.

"You were fearless until I…" Viola's back continues facing Natsuki as she returns the cloth to her face. Gently dabbing her stitched temple, her gaze lowered to her torso. Back then—especially now—she feels terrible.

She has failed in making Natsuki hers.

"Until I killed you."

It is clear that Natsuki is yet to remember and it's especially obvious she has changed her. For the better? Not a chance. "Nothing ever stopped you from doing what you believed in, do you understand?" She murmurs tiredly, guiding the cloth to her throat.

"...You always had an answer to everything. It even surprised me at times."

The Ánhere is deadly silent behind her.

"That unknown void scares me. So answer me: Am I monstrous?!" She returns her gaze to Natsuki, eyes pinning her to the spot.

How could Natsuki know if she doesn't remember her past life? Her breath catches within her throat as their gaze locks again. "I-I—" She falters, hands hovering behind Viola who plunges close. W-what?

Heaved onto her back, time freezes for Natsuki as the Wælcyrge looms over her stark naked. "V-VIola?!" Confusion transforms into pure embarrassment.

"Tell me!" Viola pleads desperately, pressing the Ánhere's wrists to the floor—albeit without hurting her. Refraining from tightening her hold upon Natsuki's injury, she pants: "Am I-I... monstrous?!" Curse her Ánhere for refusing to answer! "...Please!"

H-how could she answer something like that?!

Natsuki's eyes unexpectedly wander between them. Noticing her own mistake, it is already far too late. An explosive blush plasters her face, causing shame and anger to coexist. Beneath Viola, she gets a full view of her for the first time: Both physically and metaphorically.

"Y-you're asking me this now?!" After everything Viola has done, she dares ask such a stupid question? "You fucking terrify me!" She spits, tearing her gaze from stitched flesh.

"You… do." The Arcewælcyrge's strength depletes instantaneously, causing her body to slouch above Natsuki. Deep down she has always known, but to have her Ánhere finally admit it…?

S-she… she doesn't know how to feel. Ashamed? Delusional? ...Enraged? Viola has prayed that Natsuki would understand, remember, or at least accept her. But, neither of those have played through. Grinding her molars, Viola's lips momentarily quiver.

"Like some sick psychopath you ignored Tomoe's warnings completely! How long has she been hallucinating? How much has she suffered with that Anchor? You kept so much information from me when I needed it the most!"

All for the sake because she 'wasn't ready'? Don't make her laugh!

"When I needed your help you treated me like...!" Natsuki could only cut herself off, glowering at the woman above her.

"That… that is not my fault…!" Viola's voice strains under pressure. S-she's not a psychopath! N-no, no, no. Not this again! Distraughtly, she could only stare down at the woman beneath her.

"Not your fault, huh? You never believed in my hallucinations either." Viola looks totally torn by this accusation.

…Yet?

Natsuki could no longer be angry with her.

"Your soul madness did that, didn't it?" She studies Viola who stares back speechlessly. "I still see some of that personality left inside you, but you've obviously changed." Natsuki still doesn't understand what Viola has been talking about. Is this other Viola fighting for dominance? Or are these personalities muddling together?

"Look." She sighs. "I'm tired of us being like this. But… Can you get off me?" Her eyes nervously wander along the woman's body again.

"O-oh…" Viola could only mumble, languidly easing away from her. Shuffling against her knees with mild pain, she offers her hand down to Natsuki.

What's going on?

She has been confident that Natsuki would despise her forever. So why is her Ánhere behaving as if she forgives her? Viola doesn't dare allow hope to fill her heart. Then, remembering she is naked, she hesitantly covered her breasts with a forearm. "N-Natsuki, I am s—"

"—D-don't mention it." Natsuki could only mumble, not taking the Wælcyrge's hand, lest she might hurt her.

"Wælcyrge, to restore thouself in full, Grimmiere must undergo the Golden Millenium."

Why is Viola looking at her like this? Natsuki warily stares as the Wælcyrge's body sinks, crimson staring set upon her damp clothing. She isn't being observed but rather, Natsuki is being stared through.

"V-Viola." She starts, heaving up and hesitantly capturing the woman's forearms. Receiving a confused look, Viola is dragged back to reality.

"I—" She trembles within the Ánhere's hold. "I am cold." She forces a smile, attempting to bypass concerned eyes. Should Viola reveal the Guardian to Natsuki…? Landing her palms against Natsuki's shoulders, her head lolled between them. Her head is spinning; what should she do?

What could be done? She shouldn—memories bygone warn against this. Gnawing her inner lip, Viola forces her vision level with Natsuki's. "Listen to me." She commands, hands tightening against the tentative Ánhere's shoulders. "When I defeated Sanada, someone else introduced themselves to me." The further she explains, the more Natsuki's expression changes. "S-she… she saved me from Sanada—Miyú is her nam—"

"—Miyú? As in the Guardian from that old book?"

Oh, of course. She has forgotten about that. Viola pauses until a shiver interrupts her thoughts. "It—the Wælcyrge Cranic documented her?"

From what the Guardian stated, anyway.

Shuffling backwards, Viola delicately inches towards the bath's edge. Slipping her legs back inside the water, she has half the mind to just dunk her body in. Alas, she couldn't submerge her stitches. Sighing, she reaches for the crate which contains a jug.

It seems Natsuki has a similar idea, their fingertips brushing. "O-oh." She mumbles, withdrawing as Natsuki takes the jug. "Sorry—"

"—Stop apologising, okay?" Natsuki mutters, planting the jug beside Viola. "Look, do you want me to wash your hair? It'd be awkward otherwise." Hearing rustling behind her, Viola nearly flinches when her Ánhere sits beside her.

She has removed her boots and is rolling her trousers up. "You'll have to angle yourself a bit weirdly, though." Natsuki adjusts herself, one leg dipping into water whilst the other folds against the edge.

"If you do not mind?"

Natsuki still couldn't figure Viola out. How could somebody change so drastically? But, what's this about the Guardian? "This Miyú…" She says, dipping the jug into the water. "So who even is she? What does she protect?"

"Grimmsyll… it has many names"

"Grim… sill?" Natsuki blankly stares at her before veering her gaze away again. Bashfully, she blindly reaches for a towel she has brought with the crate. "T-take this." She mumbles lamely. "You're cold, right?"

"Ah… thank you. You are correct in the pronunciation, I think. It is a grand ash tree that has a crystal heart within its roots." Pressing the towel gently to her chest, Viola gathers her hair within her hand. "It… Miyú says that someone—a Wælcyrge—stole from this heart, taking fragments from it. Those fragments are these."

As Natsuki takes her hair, Viola pulls the Anchors out from beneath her towel. These crystalline vessels jingle quietly, thrumming with subtle power. Though she feels awful, Viola is sure she'd be bedridden without these.

Probably even dead.

A great ash tree…? The same tree from her vision inside the Catacombs? Natsuki gnaws her lip apprehensively. "I think I've seen it."

"...What?" Viola looks at her quizzically. Her Ánhere has already cast magic and has witnessed her first vision…? What is the meaning of this? "You saw Grimmsyll?"

Natsuki shrugs unsurely. "It was for a brief second. When I touched that Anchor—" Natsuki points to the Heart of Vigour. "—I got blasted by that vision."

After painstakingly washing Viola's hair, Natsuki sighs a breath of relief.

It has taken longer than anticipated thanks to the injuries, but there was no helping that. Placing the empty jug beside Viola. Dipping her other leg into the bath, Viola's now totally between her legs. "'You feeling better?"

"Much better." Viola smiles in obvious exhaustion before leaning back into her. "Thank you."

They remain idle for a while until the silence gets uncomfortable.

"So…" Natsuki starts, a little unsure about her incoming question as she nervously hovers her hands away. "What happened when you were in the coma?"

Ah, of course… Viola has forgotten. "It was like a dream." Wasn't it, though? She hadn't been there physically… right? "When I came to I was in a desert—much like the Black Valley where I found you." She unconsciously seizes Natsuki's hands, luring them downwards into her lap.

This instantaneously makes Natsuki's breath catch and stiffens up. Nevertheless, Viola takes no mind, running a thumb along the blemished bandages.

"There was an aurora that somehow reacted to my Anchor." And armour, at that.

"R-really?" Natsuki forces, still unable to relax within the Arcewælcyrge's tender hold. "Can Anchors really do that?" Does it mean anything?

"I have no clue." Viola hums thoughtfully, drifting her legs through the water lazily. "Then…" She frowns. "...Anh appeared."

What? As in Archwælcyrge Lu? "She appeared? How?"

"I do not know." A trace along Natsuki's thumb pauses. "One moment she is there, the second she is gone." That, and Viola is still uncertain whether that had truly been her Anh.

Had her mind inserted Anh to calm herself down? She will probably never know. However, trying to make sense of it, Viola realises she simply can't. "At some point I… hm."

"Sounds confusing."

"Oh, very." Viola nods. "Sanada tried pitting me against my past selves. I killed the first which I now remember, but…?" She sighs, observing as her legs disturb the water.

Like a butterfly effect, the ripples skim along the surface until eventually fading out. "I did not kill my second nor do I have any knowledge of her."

Why had Sanada put her inside of Natsuki's body like that…?

To manipulate her past carnation into something else?

All she knows is that carnation had—or still has?—benevolence. Is that why? To twist her current self into something dark and cruel? Though, during her soul maddess, hasn't she already been this?

"I killed Sanada when I remembered my previous self. This is when Miyú revealed herself to me."

So theoretically, if Natsuki is to kill her previous self, will she regain memories as well? It seems way too far-fetched and frankly insane. Yet, she believes Viola. "That's it, then? Is Sanada dead?"

"That is doubtful. I killed her during my past life."

Viola falls silent again, causing Natsuki to believe she isn't ready to reveal more.

But, that is fine.

This is mainly all she ever wanted. Natsuki despises when information is kept from her. "Hm, thanks." She mumbles, easing away.

In any case, Viola is clearly exhausted.

"Do you want to head back to the quarters?" Helene had mentioned nothing else, after all. Picking herself up, the Ánhere glances across the bathhouse for any sign of the chambermaids. They are still absolutely alone.

"Please."

Thing is though, Natsuki fears it'll be harder to prise Viola up. Rolling her now damp trousers back down, Natsuki then edges towards Viola. "Can you get up?"

Natsuki won't be able to wrap her arms around the Wælcyrge's torso. Neither could she really—unless. "Maybe you can get your legs out?"

Viola delicately does so, painstakingly hauling herself upwards. Taken aback, Natsuki stares for a few moments until remembering the Arcewælcyrge is indeed stark naked. Veering her gaze, she shuffles towards the wheelchair and angles it towards Viola. "S-sit down."

Oh, her Ánhere is so cute. Towel still smearing against her wounded torso, Viola brushes her hand against her brow. Slipping her fingers through tawny, wet tresses, the Wælcyrge mildly wonders about their relationship.

It has clearly improved, though judging by earlier, it is very fragile.

Will she ever get to—enough of that.

Touching along her gashed forehead, Viola winces before drifting towards the Ánhere. Hesitantly, with much needed time, she manages to sit herself down. "I-I hope you do not forget I must change." She teases through a pained breath.

"W-what? Of course not!"

Ah… just like old times. The Wælcyrge could not help smiling to herself. "I must dry my legs. Can you retrieve my underthings?" She couldn't exactly reach her clothes from here, now can she? They are beside the crate some distance away.

"O-oh, er… yeah…" The bashful Ánhere spins around, angrily sliding a palm along her face. Why did it have to be this way?!

Helene has predicted this would happen, hadn't she?! That—ugh. Shaking her head, Natsuki pincers the corner of the knickers with her thumb and middle digit. Though… she has to admit, they looks ni—no. No.

What on Earl is she thinking now?

Viola had slaughtered a bandit in front of her—before a child no less! Feeling expectant eyes burning upon her back, she has no choice however. "H-here." She mutters, slinging the linen towards the Wælcyrge who catches them.

Why is it like this? Natsuki laments, her plea remaining unanswered as Viola stiffens up.

"Though, i-it would seem I require help with this as well." Viola cups her cauterised wound, clearly in pain. She couldn't bend, for it irritates her injuries greatly. That and, ah… her hair is dripping along this wheelchair. There is very little she can do.

Natsuki truly wonders if this is a nightmare.

Her heart refusing to calm, the tension starts rising tenfold. 'Just. Do. It.' The Ánhere inwardly commands herself, marching for the crate.

Taking another towel, she returns to the Arcewælcyrge. Knees uncomfortably grounding against tile, she quickly gets to work, eyes keeping downwards.

What she does not notice however, is Viola who seems just as affected.

Viola eyes her nervously. This is rather…

Gnawing her lip, she nearly flinches when the towel slides against her calf. The Ánhere is firm yet gentle; it is exactly how she imagines her in...—No.

Holding her breath, Viola closes her eyes in an attempt to calm herself.

Calm down. She shouldn't think of that, lest her heart will shatter into a million pieces.

Though, this is virtually impossible, for she can sense Natsuki's anxiety.

It is starting to brim over the edge, weaving into apprehension.

"I—... I apologise, but…" The towel against her leg pauses. "...My underthi—"

"—I k-know, I get it." Natsuki stubbornly refrains from looking upwards, gaze dead-set upon muscular calves. If her heart hammers any harder, she might explode.

Completing drying the Wælcyrge's lower legs, her hesitation rises. "Can't you dry your thighs?" Natsuki complains, even afraid of drying her feet.

"I shall, but I will require holding to dry m—"

"—D-don't finish that…"

Tension relentless, Viola hums with amusement either way, "Hm… whyever not? You do not know what I am about to say?"

"Somehow I just know…" Natsuki mumbles, lifting the woman's foot in order to dry it. Who would've thought she'd be dressing her Wælcyrge? Natsuki certainly hadn't.

Seriously, how long will she need to do this? Glaring at a trimmed toenail, she says: "S-stop wiggling your toe like that." Miraculously, her command is obeyed, though a silent chuckle escapes the Arcewælcyrge.

"I cannot help myself." Especially given their circumstances; tensions are surprisingly high. S-she… Viola wishes she could embrace her, or at the very least create some semblance of relief.

Utterly distracted, Viola remembers she needs to dry herself also. However, she pays this half attention, delicately dabbing the soft fabric against her front.

Crimson remains content upon Natsuki who's still dealing with her feet. Her Ánhere has no idea what she is doing to her, does she? Behind sealed lips, Viola grounded her teeth together. Oh, she…

"Do you usually get yourself injured like this?" Natsuki asks, perhaps in an attempt to escape the thick atmosphere.

She knows from Tomoe it's rather rare, but still?

"The bandits target Ánhergas on sight. It is not a pretty sight when they observe their guts spilling from their bodies." Viola smiles as though remembering a pleasant memory. "I have sustained a few injuries from bandit raids."

"It's always been a probl...—" Before Natsuki could stop herself, she peers upwards. Receiving an eyeful, Natsuki bashfully tears her eyes away. "I-it's always—"

"—Natsuki, help me stand."

Question fading upon her lips, Natsuki can only obey the command. Throat dry and her legs like lead, she stares at the woman tensely.

"Or… will she prefer staring at me?" In a negating manner, Viola crosses a leg atop the other. Alas, it catches the Ánhere's attention. "...I can cover myself fully, if you would prefer?"

The apprehension is rocketing skywards again. Dropping the towel, Natsuki rolls her fingers into fists. Stepping forward, the Ánhere surprises the Wælcyrge. Commencing an embrace, Natsuki starts hoisting Viola upwards. "C-can you stand?"

Hauled onto her feet, Viola leans heavily into her Ánhere once more. Ah… she's so warm, it feels heavenly. Being leaned against the pillar, the stone's chill forces a shiver along her spine. Crimson and viridian remaining locked, Viola stares at Natsuki questioningly.

It seems that Natsuki is stuck—herself also. This is bad.

"A-ah." Natsuki mumbles, their noses so close they almost brush. Yet another blush plasters across her face brightly.

Are relationships between Wælcyrgan and their Ánhergas supposed to be like this?

Had Anh been Viola's… Natsuki's face scrunches up. 'Lover?'

Is this why Tomoe seems to like Viola so much? O-or is she reading the situation wro—An index and middle digit rests upon Natsuki's chin. As her head is angled away from the Arcewælcyrge, she swallows hard. O-oh…

"I am cold, Natsuki. Let us finish? I am certain you do not wish to divulge in… this?"


Seated on Viola's balcony, Natsuki can't help but be reminded of the Phase Shift.

It feels like aeons have passed, even though it had been days prior. Nor does she feel fatigued. In fact, Natsuki feels normal—apart from her wound's sting, of course.

"That thing you used to fight the dragon. It's called Kiyohime, right?" She looks to Viola who sits beside her.

Thankfully the Arcewælcyrge is fully dressed and her hair is drying. Natsuki is relieved, if something had happened, she… The Ánhere whacks her brain. 'Stop it.'

"Correct. I assume that you read about her in the Wælcyrge Cranic?" Viola locks their stare. "Curses, wisdom and… deceit?" She is aware that this latter detail makes her Ánhere uncertain. It has been obvious even through her soul madness. But now, she can rectify that.

"Yeah, but isn't a lot of it untranslated?" That fact weirds Natsuki out. Why is the Palace's Arcewælcyrge missing vital knowledge about her Key? That serpent—or whatever Shiro has called it—had annihilated that dragon.

Surely something as powerful as Kiyohime will have accessible information?

Viola seems distracted though, she notices.

"Hm… Ever since Arcewælcyrge Shamrock fell to soul madness, we Wælcyrgan are unable to read it." Viola pauses, realising that she's never known of this history before. What has ha…? "Our connection to the Guardian has been rekindled, allowing me to…" She mouths the sentence's conclusion, wondering if this titbit is true or false. Suddenly, she asks: "Natsuki, where is the Wælcyrge Cranic?"

Taken aback by the knowledge overload, Natsuki briefly stares at her. "Huh? Oh, I think Shiro still has it? He is translating it."

"I would like to see him immediately." Viola makes a move to stand before a hand halts her.

"Slow down. You literally woke from a coma like two hours ago." Natsuki stalls the Wælcyrge's movement, her hand grasping her forearm. Viola doesn't listen.

"I must see it, if only to settle my mind."

Quickly understanding it is a losing battle, Natsuki relents her hold. "Fine, fine." She mutters, heaving to her feet. "But can you at least wait here? I will get it myself."

As much as Viola dislikes it, she quickly gives up. A five minute job will probably get tripled by her liability. Instead of broadcasting her weakness, Viola supposes she will simply stay put. "I will be waiting."

Why is she so stub—wait, that was easy.

Double-taking the Wælcyrge, Natsuki genuinely wonders if Viola's broken.

Is this new personality temporary? She seriously hopes not which genuinely amazes her.

"I'll be back soonish." Heading for the balcony doors, she unconsciously checks Viola. Instead of demanding her return, Viola merely stares up into the early afternoon sky. Yeah, she… hm. Unable to pull her stare away, Viola curiously locks eyes with her.

"Natsuki?"

"I, huh—I'm going." Sheepishly Natsuki leaves before she can embarrass herself further.

Unknown to her, Viola has already seen through her.

Hearing a soft laugh as she closes the doors, Natsuki presses her brow against its oak.

Agh, that damned Wælcyrge doesn't do a thing and she reacts like this?! Pushing from the barrier, she slides her hands against her face angrily.

What on Earl is with them today?!

She has no idea how to respond to this!

After some time, Natsuki returns with more than she expected.

Back inside the quarters with Viola, she gestures over towards a pile of parchment. Beside it, is the Wælcyrge Cranic and parchment weights. "This is the stuff he translated." She tries explaining, feeling rather weary.

Shiro had been so excited that he had almost talked her head off. Still, Natsuki has to admit it is refreshing experiencing someone adore their work. But, she is getting ahead of herself. "I think he mentioned he focused on translating the Anchor chapter."

"Perfect. Miyú said that the Anchors are part of the tree's Heart. A Wælcyrge stole them long ago."

Natsuki just notices what this probably means. "How the hell does that woman even exist? How old is she? You said Saint Vlas is her Key? Is she a Wælcyrge too?" Did she steal from the Heart?

Viola could only study Natsuki for a time. In her previous life, feats such as this were impossible, she thinks, but here…?

"Our world works in mystifying ways." She can only reveal.

Though, it is interesting that her Ánhere thinks this way. Natsuki has no prior knowledge of her previous lives, after all.

That much is obvious. Natsuki sighs, taking a seat beside Viola. For comfort's sake, the Arcewælcyrge sits in a normal chair. That wheelchair is an absolute pain anyway.

Without Natsuki physically holding it, it rolls away like it has a mind of its own.

"The translated areas should have ribbons in the book, or something." She drags the tome over, heaving it open upon the first coloured ribbon. Didn't he say the translation notes indicate which pages he's translated…? Focused on gathering the parchment, she doesn't notice the way Viola looks at her.

Keeping her back straight with her forearms upon the oak table, Viola released a breath of relief. Fortunately, her stitches remain undisturbed within this position.

Intently watching Natsuki, it seems that deskwork suits her incredibly well. Though, swordsmanship especially does as well. How odd that Natsuki is transitioning this way. Before—during her past-life, anyway—Natsuki had disliked academia. Here, she doesn't seem to mind it at all. "Do you like literature?"

"It's alright, I guess?" Natsuki shrugs. "I want to know more about who I am. So I don't mind this."

"As do I."

Viola leans closer in order to look into the Wælcyrge Cranic. Before Natsuki can stop herself, a question slips from her lips. "What was I like in your past life?"

Having been reading a translated paragraph, Viola halts entirely.

What?

Scarlet locks with viridian, creating another tense atmosphere between both women. Viola would have assumed that Natsuki would desire nothing from that life. All she knows are nightmares. "I…" She starts, the words seemingly impossible to utter. Swerving her gaze to the table, Viola is at a loss.

"Wælcyrge do not fear the unknown."

As Miyú's voice looms within her mind, a peace crumbles that original fear.

Leaving Natsuki within the darkness has wrought consequences. However, now…?

"We met in a garden. You are nearing fifteen, whilst I myself, sixteen." She attempts to explain vaguely. They would be here for hours if she was to explain that world. "Due to my connections and…" Her brow furrows faintly. "...Feelings, you were able to gather vital information about an organisation."

They had met that early on?

"District One were—"—are?—"—a parliamentary agency who concealed the HiME Carnival. I do not know how they managed this for so long… But, I killed them all." She smiles without emotion.

"A-all of them?" — 'How many had there been?' Natsuki doesn't dare ask, for she notices Viola's personality has changed.

"There have been servants and officials alike who I cut down. I am confident that I destroyed them permanently." Cutting that topic short, Viola quietens as she edges the Wælcyrge Cranic better between them.

Turning to the chapter discussing Anchors, she is mildly impressed by Shiro's work. This section is extensive, and even details issues he has undergone during the job. "This Anchor here." She points to the picture upon the yellowed page.

"The Heart of Corruption shattered into a dozen smaller pieces. These are now used for Anchoring lesser objects. This Anchor was taken by Yukino recently." Directing Natsuki's attention to more, she further explains: "Over the centuries these Anchors have been connected to Keys. Mine…" She drifts a hand towards her chest, grasping the smaller Anchor. "...is the Heart of Manipulation, Kiyohime's. The other is Suihōhime's, the Heart of Vigour."

"The Heart of Manipulation?" Natsuki echoes. Surely that doesn't twist Viola into the Arcewælcyrge… right?

"I know what you are thinking. No, the Anchor has not corrupted me." Pincering the transparent crystal, Viola hovers it before Natsuki's chest. As the Anchor glows, she orders: "Stand." The Ánhere does so, unable to disobey. "Take three steps backwards."

"V-Viola?!" S-she has no control over her body? Distraughtly, Natsuki stares at the Anchor's glow. As quickly as the commanding energy forms, it swiftly subsides. Stock-still, a brittle fear wells within Natsuki. What had that been...? D-don't tell her that Viola has kept this power a secret this whole time?

Releasing a tired breath, Viola allows the crystal to fall limp. Clasping her hands to her head, she mumbles: "It saps my energy so I dislike using it." As well, it is a dirty practice to use on others and sends her psyche souring.

"It allows me to do things such as this…" Reaching for a parchment weight, it rests within her palm. Allowing Natsuki to see it, Viola channels energy into this item. Her Ánhere displays clear disbelief as it hovers several inches within the air.

"...Hm." She smiles, catching the object and setting it back in place. "Come, sit with me. Will you like to learn more about your potential Key?"

Huh… Natsuki could only stand there, feeling at a total loss.

Looking at the translation notes from where she stands, Natsuki notices something. None of these Anchors mention Keys or history. Hesitantly returning to the Arcewælcyrge's side, she points to a random crystal. "What's this one?"

"That is Koumokuten's Heart of Quaking. It is a temperamental Anchor which is very unpred—..." Viola pauses, seeming to have caught on as well. "...Oh." Jumping into action, she stares hard at the list. Soon, she understands this is fruitless and sinks back into her chair.

The Guardian is definitely somehow responsible for this. Did getting connected to Grimmsyll do this?

Graceburt had been deemed a legendary, sagelike Arcewælcyrge. Is this because she was linked with the tree's apparent unending knowledge?

"Durandal is—"

"—not dead." Viola cuts Natsuki off, crimson and viridian locking. The voice from before invades Viola's conscience, causing her to stare through Natsuki.

"Remove yourself from my thoughts." She seethes, not realising she's glaring at a confused Natsuki. But, upon Miyú's warning, she freezes.

"All Keys are at risk of domination. The Dark Whisperer has already enslaved three. Thouself and the Ánhere must retrieve all thirteen Anchors lest doom befalls Earl. Hereupon, the whilom Ánhere will behold Durandal through plight and sanguinary."

"Viola?" Natsuki has pushed closer to inspect her. "Is something wrong? Before you said Durandal's d—"

"—I-I know." Viola mumbles, jolting from her trance-esque state. "She speaks to me, but I… So have the voices." She attempts to explain. "Natsuki, I do not…" She swallows hard. "I am afraid. What if this is a ploy? Sanada has died twice before my eyes, I—!"

"Calm down." Natsuki touches along her arms. "What did she say?"

"San...Sanada must not retrieve the Anchors else we are doomed. We must find Durandal and complete his trial... A great wolf who roams Windbloom's forests." But hang on… she has never… "I must also undergo a trial."

How?

When?

Why?!

Becoming frantic, she grabs Natsuki's arm in return. "L-Listen to me carefully. These trials—This is the first time I am learning about them. Anh never underwent a trial for Kiyohime, nor do I think—"

"Viola. Calm. Down."

Weary crimsons peer up at her.

"I'm the one who should be acting like this, right?" Natsuki forces a smile. "Besides, it's not like anything can be done about it now. You can hardly stand and my hand's busted."

That's… that is true. Closing her eyes, Viola's brow rests against her standing Ánhere's stomach. Unknowingly, she has embarrassed Natsuki who's hands pull away from her. Instead, they simply hover behind Viola's back unsurely.

"I have never experienced this before. Natsuki, why was I content during soul madness? Now I feel awful."

What's she supposed to say in response to that? Natsuki fidgets, wondering whether she should be hugging the woman. B-but this is Viola! Her heart leaps and bounds at this reality, yet…?

She sighs, knowing exactly what this feels like. Wrapping her arms around Viola, the Wælcyrge doesn't immediately respond. Why?

"Durandal has been alack without his Wælcyrge. The wargs hast grown thirsty for human flesh. Pestilence is not their malady, for the Ánhere is responsible. Ye shall divulge the great warg during the flood."

"You are…" Viola mumbles against her middle. "Natsuki. The wolves are not plagued. They have grown bloodthirsty because you are here. Durandal is searching for y—"

Both women jump, a pained groan releasing from Viola at the jolting. The door into their quarters has been slammed open.

Warily—still hugging and all—they stare at Tomoe who stands beneath the doorframe.

"What...happened?" Tomoe asks, her voice delicate, unable to remove her eyes from the two embracing.

S-she feels betrayed. Shizuru has never reacted to her advances like this?!

She has been by her side for years, y—"Get out." She demands of Natsuki, stalking over. Before the two have the chance to react, she grabs the Ánhere's arm. "I must speak with Shizuru!"

"W-what the hell?" Dragged up and away from Viola, Natsuki is heaved aside. Stumbling backwards, she catches the back of a nearby chair. "Can't you see what state she's in?!" She throws an arm accusingly towards Viola who holds her side delicately.

Has she hurt her?

Ignoring her completely, Tomoe heads for Viola.

"Natsuki! Tomoe! Stop this at once!" Viola rebukes. Don't tell her they can't have a civil discussion? What even is this about? "Tomoe, what is wr—" Rather than receive an answer, she finds Tomoe's arms wrapping around her.

This time, it is her turn to feel confused.

What?

How should she respond to this…?

Glaring, Natsuki spins on her heel and departs from the quarters.

"Natsuki!" She hears Viola, but ignores her.

Seriously, what is Tomoe's deal?! Is she oblivious to this kind of thing or has she chosen to disregard it?

'Why is that idiot even angry?' Natsuki storms away, herself feeling just as angry.

Viola feels just as confused.

"Tomo—"

"—I spoke with Yukino. It's true, isn't it? My presence affects you negatively, I ab—"

"Tomoe." Viola interrupts gently, cupping her jaw. Prising her eyes level with her own. "What are you talking about?"

"I...I—" Tomoe's lips tremble, her hands grasping the Arcewælcyrge's forearms. "Whilst you were comatose, Yukino examined me spiritually." Tomoe's eyes veer from crimson. "I-I'm not…"

"...Not what?"

"I'm not an Ánhere! I'm a psychic vampyre." She spits, clearly despising the very term itself. "I…" Knees weak, she crumples into the Wælcyrge's lap. "I hate it… I-I h-ate it so much!"

Viola's head spins at the fact. Tomoe's… what? "How is that possible?" Hesitantly, she runs her hands along the woman's head.

How did she not realise this before if it is truly the case? Has her soul madness had worse consequences than she initially recognised? "Tomoe, I…" Sadness wells within the Arcewælcyrge's heart. "Tomoe, I am so sorry." She murmurs, brushing her fingers through teal strands.

After a time, Tomoe departs, leaving Viola alone.

The Arcewælcyrge could only sit there, feeling incredibly lost.

She is missing an Ánhere—or, was Tomoe ever hers in the first place?

Genuinely, she has no idea how to respond.

Feeling conflicted can't even begin to describe how she feels. Is Viola truly a Wælcyrge? Being unable to recognise her own Ánhere is—what? It's… Who or what is she?

"Soul madness purblinds the mind unto senseless logic. Thyself eke must make haste to complete Kiyohime's trial afore madness banes thou."


Marching down the servants' wing, a torrent of scenarios pour into Natsuki's mind.

She can't help but question whether her outburst has been unfair. Though, Tomoe's certainly hasn't been any better.

Stopping at a familiar window, Natsuki doesn't notice it is no longer jammed.

Opening it, she leans against the sill and breathes the cool afternoon air.

Ever since awakening, Natsuki's life has been tipped upside down. When will she catch a break...— "—Mikoto!" Someone behind her calls out, turning around, Natsuki yells out in surprise.

A fat cat has just belly-flopped onto her face. Tripping backwards, a dread pieces her. S-she's going to fa—… The hissing feline mutes, as does the maid's shocked scream. Seemingly suspended in time, Natsuki stares into black fur. W-what's… happening…?

"It's… i-it's so cold. Please help us!"

Who... or what is that...? As quickly as the ethereal voice pleads, it vanishes.

A frosty force sends Natsuki crashing to the floor rather than out the window.

With the cat sent flying, Natsuki's hands slam against the floor. Winded, she gags for air as she stares at the floorboards. Astonishingly, veins of crystalline ice grow between the cracks and swirls. The hallway, which quickly amasses curious servants, is freezing.

Some of her witnesses huddle together, complaining of the cold. Others meanwhile, either excitedly or fearfully acknowledge the Ánhere's power.

"That's the Arcewælcyrge's Ánhere!" — "But Ánhergas aren't supposed to be magically attuned yet?" — "What are you talking about?" — "Ughn… it's so cold!" — "S-she's a monster…"

The obese cat lumbers on over in a daze. Shoving her body against Natsuki's face, meowing obnoxiously.

Natsuki pushed the feline away, prising herself up into seiza. The Ánhere hasn't the energy to even wonder what has happened. Hauling herself onto her feet, she picks up the strangely docile cat.

Heading towards the lady in waiting—Aoi Senoh—she passes her over. "Wasn't that window jammed before?"

"Ah, no… I do not think so." Aoi warily glances over Natsuki's shoulder.

A sheet of thick ice encases the window.

Miraculously, the crown glass remains pristine within its leaded frame. Returning her azure gaze to Natsuki, she wraps her arms around Mikoto. Once the cat—who immediately recommences her wrestling—is secure, she redirects Natsuki's attention. "Are you alright? I've never heard of Ánhergas casting magic before."

She doesn't receive a reply and can only watch on as Natsuki continues down the corridor.

Pushing through her audience, Natsuki glowers as some of the servants get in her way. Her demeanour instantly spooks the crowd, causing many to hurry back to their duties.

Once exiting the building by the well, Natsuki seals the door shut. Leaning against the hefty barrier, she idly bumps her skull against it.

What the hell is wrong with her?!

Why is she suddenly spewing ice everywhere? Who did that voice belong to? H-had she… manipulated time? Alas, whacking her mind like this isn't healthy.

It is clear she has no choice but to return to Viola's side. Natsuki can only pray that Tomoe has gone by the time she returns.

Banging her head one final time, Natsuki sluggishly turns on her heel. Heaving the door back open, much to her chagrin, she is greeted by Juliette Nao Zhang. "I'm not in the mood." She immediately shoots, brushing past the redhead who cocks a brow at her.

"Before I even say anything? Harsh." Juliette chuckles, tailing the Ánhere either way. She has already seen the ice. In fact, she has gotten a good chuckle from the servants slipping and sliding everywhere.

As they enter the frosty corridor, Juliette curiously observes Natsuki. She treds along the crystalline surface as though it doesn't exist. "...I was sent to find you." Skidding past the Ánhere, Juliette flicks a hand in farewell. "Viola wants you back at her quarters. 'Said it is important." With that, the eyepatched woman departs, heading further into the servants' wing. "Ciao."

That is convenient, Natsuki supposes. Halting, she looks over her shoulder cautiously as a servant topples over.

Huh, right… the ice.

She honestly has no clue what to do about this. Striding over, she offers a hand down to the woman, only to receive a fearful look. As the servant wobbles back to her feet, she retreats. Natsuki can only frown after her, shaking her head.

Fine then, she'll do nothing about it.

Catching sight of some more servants, they are inside a room off to her side. They warily watch her every move, as if expecting her to murder them on sight.

Is this what it's like to be Viola? Many of the Palace inhabitants have likely never seen something like this, so…

Leaving them to their own business, Natsuki heads for the quarters.

Fortunately her short trek goes undisturbed this time. Abruptly she notices she hadn't felt the ice's chill.

Pausing at the quarter's door, she lifts her bandaged hand. Her visible fingers are so pale that the tips are red. Hm, that's… new?

Turning her hand, she inspects the front. Trails of ice gleam across her joints, running along her fingers. Wafting her limb, the ice slides off, evaporating into vapour. Releasing an exhausted sigh, she grasps the door handle.

Gods' sake. She feels she has been awake for eternity. She hasn't the energy to concern herself with these icy powers.

"Viola?" She calls out, opening the door hesitantly.

Thankfully, she finds that Viola is indeed alone. Closing the door, Natsuki proceeds closer. Is… she looks as though she is about to cry?

"Natsuki, I…" The Wælcyrge presses a palm to her gashed brow, leaning into it. "Tomoe will be leaving tomorrow. She was never my Ánhere, she is… something else." Her voice quietens, her other hand fiddling with her Anchors. The transparent crystals jingle softly, seeming to glow fainter than before. "A psychic vampyre."

Wait, Tomoe has told her? Natsuki merely stares, completely stunned. "W-what do you me—"

"—A psychic vampyre! She is absorbing all my spiritual energy! S-she… she...!" Viola covers her eyes within her palm. "T-those hallucinations and nightmares she experienced… they are all from me!"

"Besiege thy torment unto the flōd rising, Wælcyrge. The tides await."


Natsuki's 1st Theme: Sirenia — Beneath the Midnight Sun (Natsuki) & Viola's 1st Theme: Sirena — Queen of Lies (Shizuru).


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Darwater: I haven't abandoned Cyne Wælcyrge, no. It's just that this story is extremely complicated. Every chapter I need to make sure x and y are matching up with z. Sometimes there's even foreshadowing from previous chapters and linked stories which need mentioning. Currently I'm other things to not contradict Lēoht Gaest. It's an absolute nightmare. But, yeah... we'll get back to the Catacombs eventually. Windbloom's been a mess ever since Shamrock lost her marbles.