A.N.: And here it is... the final chapter. More notes at the end of this chapter!

The silence was… not quite tense, but there was some definite awkwardness to it. Harisson nervously glanced from behind the counter at the two groups gathered in the middle of his inn, sitting loosely around the largest table he'd managed to find.

On one side, Emilia, Subaru, Otto, Garfiel, Frederica, Ram and Beatrice were all gathered, with Emilia taking center stage.

On the other side, Felt and Reinhard.

Despite the distinct advantage in numbers on the Emilia camp side, Harisson had the definite impression a fight would only go one way. He just had to hope that it wouldn't come to that. If Reinhard was capable of doing so much damage accidentally, he was terrified of what the man would do on purpose.

"Yo, big bro." Felt said with a grin, winking at Subaru. "Been a while, hasn't it?"

"It hasn't been that long…" Subaru said with a strained smile. "But it's good to see you doing alright, Felt."

"C'mon, don't give me that." She chuckled, looking at Emilia with a more serious look. "So. I'm assuming you already know what this is about?"

"Y…yes." Emilia said with a slight stutter. "Um, you wanted to see about allying our camps regarding the Witch Cult…"

"Pretty much." Felt agreed. "I mean, honestly, it was mostly at this guy's request." She added, gesturing to Harisson, whose back grew ramrod straight at the sudden shift of attention to himself. "But Reinhard was the one to suggest it, so here we are."

"I… I see…" Emilia added cautiously. "Um…" She glanced at Subaru, who shrugged.

"What conditions are you suggesting?" Frederica masterfully intervened, preventing the clear hesitation on Emilia's part to linger.

"Well, pretty straight forward. We're still competing, so looking for something pretty narrow." Felt's eyes narrowed, reminding Harisson of a cat observing its prey for a moment. "Any information we get on the Witch Cult, we share. If we locate them in forces strong enough to warrant concern, we inform each other and we see if its worth coordinating to take them down." She sighed. "The bastards are tough, but Reinhard is tougher. In the end, it's just a matter of finding them and dropping him on them."

"Ha! Mine amazing self can easily dispatch such trivial foes!" Garfiel boasted, rising to his feet. "Do not discount us so quickly!"

"I would appreciate any assistance." Reinhard said with a gentle smile. That seemed to catch Garfiel off guard, who sat back down with an embarrassed blush.

"I think these terms are agreeable…" Emilia said cautiously. "The Witch Cult has caused us many troubles, and the kingdom could use some relief from their nightmare…"

"I mean, big bro's been on that hasn't he?" Felt said cheekily, glancing at Subaru. "The White Whale, Sloth… I mean what's next? The Great Rabbit?"

Silence followed her proclamation. She blinked.

"About that…" Otto said with a strained grin.

"You're fucking with me." Felt blurted out, eyes wide. For the first time, she seemed genuinely caught off guard.

"Language." Reinhard gently reminded her.

"Reinhard, did you not hear what I heard?!" She glared at them. "Seriously. No way."

"Way." Beatrice bluntly replied. "Betty's contractor, with her assistance, got rid of the great mabeast. You may start worshiping Betty at any local temple you wish."

"Beako…" Subaru grinned. "Whilst your cuteness is definitely worth worshiping, I'm not sure that's the best way to go forward…"

"Hmpf!"

Unfortunately for Harisson, he couldn't pretend he wasn't there any longer. The drinks he'd been preparing were ready. And so, bracing himself, he stepped forward, starting to place drinks in front of the various individuals.

"And here we go." He said with a slight tremble to his voice. "Please restrain from blowing up the inn."

"Oh come on, we're all friends!" Felt slapped his back, making him squeak in surprise. "We ain't gonna fight! Right?" She added with a leer to the others.

"Please refrain from harming civilians." Ram said cooly, her eyes narrowed.

"Oh?" Felt said, her grin growing sharper.

"Lady Felt." Reinhard said reproachfully, making the girl roll her eyes.

"Uuuuugh… Fine." She thrust a hand forward. "Anyways. Does that work for you?"

Emilia looked at the hand as one might a particularly cute yet angry dog. "Um… yes, I think that sounds fine to me." She hesitantly reached out, shaking it.

"Then it's a deal!" She grinned, looking at Harisson. "Ya hear that innkeep? We're gonna go help yer friend." She gestured to Beatrice, her expression growing smug. "As the little lady said, feel free to start worshiping me."

"Lady Felt." Ram once again intervened. "Please refrain from harassing the staff."

"Okay, is this normal?" Felt asked, pointing at Ram.

"That is very rude Lady Felt." Reinhard admonished in a stronger tone this time, lowering her hand. "My apologies. My Lady can be a little abrasive at times."

"More like I'm the only one here that doesn't have a stick shoved so far up my a…"

"Lady Felt."

"Oh fine." Felt leaned back. "Still, a deal's a deal. If we have issues with the Witch Cult, I expect the full cavalry to descend to help us."

"You have my word. A promise is not easily given, nor is it ever broken." Emilia said strongly, looking more assured than at any point before. "That is a spirit user's resolve."

"...That's the big sis I remember." Felt said with a happy smile. "The kickass girl who helped beat up that Elsa bitch."

"Lady Fe…"

"She ain't wrong tho." Garfiel snorted. "That woman was a bi…"

"Language!" Frederica sharply said, Garfiel snapping his mouth shut.

"Whipped." Felt added with a snicker.

"Felt, you are such a brat I swear…" Subaru groaned, before growing pale. "Wait, you're a royal candidate now, damnit…"

"Oh hell no. Not you too!" She threw her hands in the air. "Call me a brat! Talk back to me! For Od's sake, just don't start treating me with those goddamn silk gloves the nobles of the capital are so fond of!"

"... Ha. Fine." Subaru added with a grin. "Then it's a deal."

"Gluttony shall be our first priority." Reinhard said, bringing the conversation back on track. "This would both remove one of the major players from the field, and help save both miss Rem and Lady Felt. A debt from her camp, in addition to the one accrued during the White Whale incident, would perhaps be enough to convince her to join in our war against the Witch Cult."

"I doubt she'll need much convincing…" Subaru muttered. "But that's a good plan. Anything to get Rem out of her state."

"Then it's a plan. To the end of the Witch Cult!" Felt cheered.

"To the end of the Witch Cult!" The others cheered in turn, to various degrees of enthusiasm. And yet, with the proclamation, there was a strange energy in the air. Harisson could see how everyone seemed to stand straight, their eyes filled with purpose. A concrete alliance, with people powerful enough to make it happen, against what had been assumed to be an unavoidable blight on the land. The fall of the white whale, Sloth, and now the Great Rabbit… it made them seem less untouchable. Their defeat, more conceivable.

Subaru… it was because of him that such a point had been reached. Harisson watched silently as he cheered along with the others. That strange power of his… that horrible, devastating nightmarish thing…

It certainly had its upsides.

If it only it didn't come at such a heavy price.

Everyone had left. Felt and Reinhard, heading back to the capital. The Emilia camp, returning to their temporary manor. Everyone except for Subaru.

"Man… that was nerve-wracking." Subaru chuckled. "I mean, it's Felt and Reinhard, so I wasn't that worried, but all this political stuff… makes my brain hurt."

"Tell me about it…" Harisson groaned. "I had two royal candidates, the bloody sword saint and a great spirit all under my roof. I felt like my heart was going to give out." He pointed an accusing finger at Subaru. "It's all because of you. You evil bastard. You stepped into my life, and now it's a goddamn mess."

"A good mess though, right?" Subaru grinned.

"Stop. Stop trying to get me to forgive you. Evil." Harisson retorted. "Ugh."

"..." Subaru walked up to him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Ram told me what you did." Silence. "For Rem."

"...Yeah?" Harisson chuckled. "Not my finest moment."

"No." Subaru whispered. "No, I think it was." Silence once more. "Thank you."

"..." Harisson smiled softly. "What are friends for?"

"Fighting the Witch Cult apparently." Subaru laughed as he spoke.

"Need more friends then."

"Yeah. Definitely." Subaru grinned. "And you know what? I think I know exactly where to look."

Harisson wasn't sure he liked the boy's grin.

"Well, I'll leave that up to you." Harisson rolled his shoulders. "So, about that offer to join the Emilia camp…"

"Yeah?" Subaru asked as Harisson paused, hesitating.

"...If that is still on the table…" Harisson muttered, blushing a storm. "I think I'd like to take you up on that."

Subaru grinned wildly. "Yeah. Yeah, it's still on the table." He patted him on the shoulder. "Come over at the mansion tomorrow. We'll get the details sorted out there."

"Alright." He gulped nervously. "I'll do just that then."

Harisson nervously wrung his hands. He felt he was doing that a lot recently. His eyes flicked to the nearby window, giving him a view to the gardens of the temporary mansion the Emilia Camp was residing at whilst preparing to move. He'd made sure to arrive early and wear his fanciest clothes; Which really didn't mean much when taking into account the state of his wardrobe.

"Feeling anxious?" The gentle voice snapped him out of his thoughts as Frederica placed a steaming cup of tea in front of him. "You ought to relax, Harisson. You are amongst friends here."

"The one I'm about to meet is anything but that." Harisson muttered. "No one told me anything about what that entails or what I have to do. I…" He sighed dramatically. "I'm making a far bigger deal out of this than I ought to, aren't I."

"Nervousness is understandable." The beast maid said gently as she laid a hand on his shoulder. "Just remember. Everyone here wants to see you join us." She glared at the door leading further into the mansion. "Even him. This is nothing more than a formality."

"A formality, huh…" Harisson chuckled. "This still feels surreal, you know. I mean, it feels like just yesterday that Subaru walked into my inn for the first time. Now here I am, hosting royal candidates, the sword saint and planning a war against the witch cult." He sighed deeply. "I blame Subaru for everything."

"You have been spending far too much time with dear Ram." Frederica said with a chuckle.

"Next thing you'll know I'll be calling him Barusu." He grinned mischievously.

"Please do not. The boy would not survive." She smiled.

"I think he will." He didn't know if there was anything out there that could take Subaru down permanently.

"You really have incredible faith in him." She stated.

"The bastard has a will of steel and is twice as stubborn as a mule. He'll be fine." He rolled his eyes. "He just sometimes says dumb stuff without thinking."

Frederica's smile dimmed, hiding her teeth. "Yes, sometimes."

Harisson's eyes narrowed. "He and I need to have a serious talk." He smiled softly at her. "Your teeth are super cool. Don't listen to the dumbass on that one."

"C…cool." She stuttered, blushing. "Ya think so?"

"OH!" The door slammed open, startling them both. "HELL!" Garfiel strolled in, barely a hair below running, grabbing Harisson. "NO!" He dragged the panicking innkeep inside. "Clown's ready for ya!"

"Garfiel, it's not what you think!" Harisson yelped, struggling in vain against the beast-boy's iron grip.

"Like fuck it isn't!" Garfiel snarled. "Now get in here!" He threw Harisson into the office without real strength, Harisson scrambling to his feet as Garfiel angrily walked off, only to cower at the sight of his sister's livid expression.

Harisson never saw what happened to him as the doors closed, leaving him alone in the office.

"Haaaaaaarisson."

Well, not quite alone.

"Roswaal." He turned, facing the smiling Margrave. The man was in full getup, make-up and all, sitting behind the desk with a faintly amused smile.

"My, my… no Lord?" The tone made it clear Roswaal wasn't bothered in the slightest.

"You're lucky I'm not taking on an insult in it's place." Harisson spat out. "Let's skip the pleasantries."

"So impatient…" Roswaal tutted. "We'll have to work on that. But very well. Let us get to the meat of things." Harisson chose to ignore the 'work on that' comment. "You wish to join our camp. A commendable decision."

"More like gang pressed." Harisson grumbled to himself. "But yes."

The Margrave clapped his hands. "Well then! Congratulations, you are now a part of the group. Hooray." With that, the Mathers Lord threw two handfuls of confetti at Harisson.

"Have you been holding those the whole time…" The innkeep stared at him in disbelief. "Wait. That's it?!"

"What, did you expect a grand parade, or some great speech?" Roswaal scoffed. "Please. This is nothing so formal."

"I… suppose?" Harisson said, his voice tinged with confusion.

"There is one matter to attend to, however." Roswaal said, clasping his hands together as he leaned forward, his expression suddenly deadly serious.

"Oh?" Harisson tried, and failed, to answer confidently. The air felt… charged.

"Indeed. Despite what the others might think, I believe that in your state, you are more of a liability to Subaru than a help. And therefore, to me." The mage's eyes bored into him as he continued relentlessly. "Despite Ram's training, you remain pitifully weak in the face of the threats we will inevitably find ourselves crossing. An archbishop would tear you apart without effort, with nary a thought spared. And Subaru, bleeding heart he is, would never leave you behind. I have no doubt he would not break in the face of repeating loops… but you?" Roswaal snorted. "Between the pain, the guilt of being so useless and more… you I could see break."

Harisson remained silent. He couldn't bring himself to disagree with Roswaal's words. They were merely expressions of thoughts and fears he'd been harboring himself for a long time. His throat felt dry. His eyes stung. "Then why…" He eventually choked out.

"Why do I want you in our camp?" Roswaal asked, receiving a trembling nod in return. "Because I see potential. I believe I can forge you into someone who can actually do something, fight our foes with the proper guidance. A weapon to accompany Subaru where no other can, aware of struggles none of us can know."

Harisson had to admit, the man certainly had a presence. It did little to defuse his confusion however. "You're going to have to be more specific here."

"I believe you might have once expressed an interest in magic?" Roswaal asked with a knowing look.

Harisson's eyes widened. No. That wasn't possible.

"How…" He whispered in shock.

"Let us say I had some use of my gospel before it was destroyed." Roswaal grinned, extending a hand. "So, are you still interested? Would you like to become my apprentice?"

Harisson stared at the hand as one might a snake poised to strike. "The last time I took you on that offer, you killed me." He said it in a faint whisper; A hushed confession in the dim room.

"Whilst my training will certainly make you wish you were dead, I assure you, you are worth far more alive to me than dead." He chuckled. "Besides. It would make so many people upset." He sighed. "If there is one thing dear Ram would never forgive me for, it would be killing her best friend."

"Right." Harisson chuckled, a strained and forced thing. "She confessed to you, didn't she? I'm sure you could figure out some way." He was hiding his hesitation and fear in dark humor. Perhaps not the best way of coping with the clown's offer.

"You would be surprised. I have never seen her so attached to someone before." He commented. Harisson doubted he'd say if he still held his memories of Rem. "And I have no intention of reciprocating. She is like a daughter to me." He sighed. "And I have eyes for only one woman."

Harisson winced for Ram. Daughter-zoned. That was rough. "I see. Well…" He gulped. "You aren't wrong. I'm too weak as it is." He reached out. "I don't trust you. I don't like you." He grasped the hand. "I must be suicidal to take you up on your offer."

Roswaal grinned as he clenched Harisson's hand. "Oh Harisson. You are friends with Subaru knowing what he is. Of course you are." His grin widened with sadistic glee. "My dear apprentice."

"So it is official then" Ram asked as she leaned on the balcony. "You are apprenticing with Lord Roswaal?"

"Against my better judgment, yes." He said with a sigh, looking out to the garden below.

"Lord Roswaal is the greatest mage in the kingdom. You could not ask for a better teacher."

"I'm not worried about his competence." Harisson harshly replied. "I'm worried about his motives. I refuse to believe it's as straightforward as he presented it." He groaned in frustration.

"He would not risk his reputation by giving you, his first apprentice, a shoddy teaching." She defended.

"He risked far more than that on his previous gamble." He replied darkly. "You will forgive me for not holding my breath."

"I suppose I cannot fault you here." She softly conceded. "Still, I believe this will be good for you."

"If you say so…" Harisson stretched, feeling his body loosen up. He was so ridiculously tense… "Still, there remains the matter of the inn."

"Oh, I have already taken the liberty of dealing with that issue." She smiled pleasantly at him. "The inn will remain in your ownership, and another reputable innkeep will take over at Lord Roswaal's expense."

Harisson stared at her in disbelief. "...when did you…"

"You expressed your concerns regarding the inn in relation to you coming with us. I therefore removed the problem, and you have no reason to not come with us." She tilted her head to the side, her smile remaining fixed. "Right?"

Something deep inside him screamed not to argue. A primal survival instinct, washing over him in a cold wave of dread. "Right." He said with a gulp. "I'll go pack my stuff then."

"Already done." She continued with that same calm smile.

"Ah." He said nervously, licking his lips. "Um…" He was about to question her when he crossed eyes with her and that same. Damn. Smile.

He thought better of it in the end.

"I assume you'll be staying the night?" She asked.

"Well actually, I probably need to…"

"Right, you need a room. Follow me." She stepped away, clearly indicating she expected him to follow.

He did so, trying to express his point. "No seriously, I need to go clean up the…"

"Already taken care of." She bluntly replied as she led him into a corridor.

"When?!" He couldn't help but exclaim.

"A girl has her secrets."

"That's too many secrets!"

She sighed. "Look, Harisson. You are going to be spending far more time with us than before. I am merely expediting the process." She rolled her eyes. "Now quit whining and graciously accept my assistance."

"Can't exactly refuse it now, can I…" He grinned. "Well. I guess I do owe you my thanks. It…" He sighed "It was definitely a concern of mine."

"Good." She smiled. "Now bark like a dog."

He stared at her. "...No."

"A shame." She shrugged. "You will learn."

"Let's stop that train of thought right there." He quickly declared.

"Very well. We have arrived at your room anyways." She turned to him. "Do not get too comfortable. We are leaving tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" He shook his head as he opened the door. "You are not giving me any room to breathe, huh?"

"You must be prepared for anything. Consider it part of your training." She observed him as he settled into the room.

He looked back at her. "Spare set of clothes?"

"Already in the closet."

He chuckled. "Man, I am not used to seeing you in your maid environment… despite always wearing the same outfit." He frowned. "Wait. Do you have multiple of those, or do you just have the one."

"Multiple. I am hurt you would imply I would wear the same garment twice." She said with a deadpan expression.

He snorted. "Yeah, you look devastated." He glanced outside. "Should I come out for dinner, or…"

"I will come fetch you when the time comes." She declared, turning around. "In the meantime, feel free to occupy yourself."

"Alrighty then." He waved at her as she left. "See you in a bit."

With that, he headed to the bed, collapsing into it with a soft sigh. "I'll just… lay there for a bit…"

"...sson."

He was running. Running away, away, away.

Away from the shadow hands.

But they kept getting closer.

"...risson!"

He knew what would happen when they caught him. The same thing that happened every night as his mind now knew the touch of death.

"Harisson!"

But not this time, as he snapped awake, sweating and panting. His vision blurry, he began panicking at the feeling of hand on his arms. No, not again, he'd escaped, NOT AGA…

"HARISSON!"

The shout startled him. There was never sound when the hands came for him, save for that of his body breaking under their ministrations.

"R…" He gulped, brushing away the panicked tears from his eyes. "Ram?"

"No. It's Otto." The merchant peered at him with clear concern. "You were having a pretty intense nightmare."

"I…" Harisson leaned forward, slowly taking in his surroundings. "Oh. Right. I'm… I'm here." He looked at Otto with a strained smile. "Sorry if I scared you."

"...Does this happen often?" Otto softly asked.

"More often than I'd like." Harisson admitted. "But I'd rather not dwell on it. A better question is, what are you doing in my room?" Harisson's eyes grew wide as he feigned shock. "Unless… Otto, you never told me you felt this way!"

"Wha… no!" Otto panickly moved backwards, scrambling off the bed he'd been sitting on. "I was just sent to check in on you! Dinner's ready!"

"Aw." Harisson giggled. "Sorry, it was just too tempting." He rose from the bed. "Alright, lead the way."

"Very funny…" Otto grumbled, the two of them walking out of the room as Otto guided him to the dining room. "So… Ram, huh?"

Harisson stared blankly at him. "Not a word to her."

"Fine, fine." Otto grinned. "Still."

"Still what?"

"Gah!" Otto nearly jumped as they turned around, finding the red-haired maid behind them. "How are you so quiet?!"

"It is the pair of you that are lumbering oafs." Ram bluntly retorted. "You were being slow. I came to check on you."

"Paranoid much?" Otto muttered.

"Need I remind you the entire reason we are here is due to an attack within the previous mansion?" She glared both of them into meek submission. "Caution is not only warranted but necessary with the foes we have dealt with so far."

"She has a point, sad as it is." Harisson sighed. "Now come on, we don't want to keep the others waiting."

The dinner room was already quite occupied by the time they arrived. The only ones missing were Subaru, Emilia and Beatrice.

Roswaal was engaged in conversation with a serious looking Frederica, whilst Petra and Garfiel were seemingly having an argument over table manners.

"And I am telling you that if you put your feet on that table one more time…" Petra glanced at them before a bright smile erupted on her face, her tiff with Garfiel all but forgotten in their arrival. "Oh! Harisson, miss Ram, mister Otto!" She exclaimed. "You made it!"

"Hey there Petra." Harisson happily answered, walking up to her and ruffling her hair. "Glad to see you doing well."

"Hm! I've been learning a lot from big sis Frederica!"

Ram coughed.

"Oh! And what not to do by watching Ram!" Petra innocently continued.

Ram glared half-heartedly. "Hmpf. Once again, my talents go unappreciated."

"What talents?" The words only one idiot would be bold enough to say announced the arrival of the final group of the camp. "Yo! Harisson! Glad to see you made it!" Subaru declared as he strolled in the room side by side with Emilia, followed by Beatrice.

Harisson waved at them. "Hey. Place wasn't that hard to find. Not that many mansions around."

"Truuuuuuust me, the one we are headed to is faaaaar more impressive." Roswaal said with an amused smile, joining the conversation as they all settled around the table for dinner.

"How many mansions can a single even own…" Harisson wondered.

"Moooooore than enough." Roswaal answered with a grin.

"Welcome to my camp Harisson." Emilia greeted him with a gentle smile. "I'm glad to see you join us."

"Oh, um, it's an honour Lady Emilia." He said in response, straightening his posture. He always felt the need to be respectful to the half-elf, if only because he knew from personal experience how many would be unwilling to do so.

"Jeez! If you're going to be part of my entourage, you can't call me Lady! I already made you drop the title once, I will not have another argument over it!" She crossed her arms imperiously, giving him a look he was sure she judged commanding but he couldn't help but find more cute than anything else.

"Of course Emilia. My mistake." He agreed with an easy-going smile.

"So we're leaving tomorrow huh?" Subaru asked. "Damn, last minute packing it is."

"Do you even own anything, Barusu?" Ram asked.

"Hey! I own… stuff." Subaru retorted.

"How convincing."

"Ram, it's been five minutes." Harisson said in exasperation. "Stop bullying Subaru."

"He should stop being so pathetic then." She replied with disdain.

"See Harisson! She's so mean to me!" Subaru wailed. "You must defend my honor!"

"Subaru, I don't trust myself to win against her in either a verbal or physical joust. That's as good as I got." Harisson said with a sigh, a smug Ram giving him an approving nod.

"Betrayal! Otto, protect me!" Subaru exclaimed.

"..." Otto glanced at Ram. Ram glanced back. "Sorry Subaru."

"Et tu, Otto?!" Subaru turned to Betraice. "Beako, you're my only hope!"

"Hmpf. As usual, you must rely on Betty." Harisson noted she didn't sound nearly as bothered about that as her words implied.

He could tell the spirit was about to be far more vicious in her verbal lashing than appropriate. "Alright, let's all calm down." He said, interrupting the brewing argument. "This is getting too heated for dinner."

"Hmpf." The great spirit huffed, but did not insist.

"Aw. My entertainment." Said Roswaal with a pout.

"It is nice to have one other reasonable person at the table." Frederica said with a sharp smile showing her teeth.

Garfiel mimed gagging, looking faintly disgusted, eliciting the maid to glare at him.

"Harisson is friends with Subaru." Otto noted. "I'm not sure calling him reasonable is the best way to describe him."

"Hey!" Subaru exclaimed.

"I mean… don't get me wrong, you're an amazing person Subaru. Like really. You're a great friend." Harisson said placatingly. "But insane stuff follows you around, like, all the time."

"Yup."

"Uh-huh."

"Agreed."

"Pretty much."

Subaru looked up in despair at the unanimous reaction. "That's not my fault!"

"No, but it is funny."

The conversation went far smoother from there, spirits having been calmed as everyone began chatting together. It was a pleasant evening overall, one that saw a stuffed Harisson dragging himself to bed well late into the night. He didn't look forward to sleep. He never did. But, with a combination of exhaustion and a deep desire to not cause a fuss, he still laid down. His rest was as troubled as expected.

Harisson leaned back into the soft material of the inside of the carriage. All of his possessions, what little he owned, had been neatly packed and stored in one of the many carriages that had been arranged to carry the Emilia Camp to their new home.

"You look thoughtful." Subaru commented, sitting across from him.

"It's a big move." Harisson responded. "I've just gotten used to Arlam, and now it's on the road again."

"Ha! Trust me, I know what it's like, leaving your home unexpectedly." There was a deep melancholy in his expression.

"Oh?" The carriage began moving. They were on their way. "Sounds like a story."

Subaru hesitated. "You're going to think I'm crazy."

"Subaru." Harisson stared at him with a deadpan expression. "After everything I've learned about you, I'm willing to believe anything." He smiled reassuringly. "At least give me a chance to believe you."

"...Alright then." Subaru leaned back, a nostalgic smile on his face. "Well, it all started in this place called Japan…"

A.N.: And here we have it. I have decided to end the chapter here, as if it was to continue it would be an entire new part and I wish to return to my own writings. I may well return to this fiction in the future, perhaps as a part two covering arc 5 when the anime comes out for it, but for now this will be the end of the story of Harisson. Thank you all for reading my story; It brings me more joy than you can imagine! And thank you to everyone who left a review, favorite and follow on this fanfiction; I got more reception than I was expecting honestly, and I hope you enjoyed this story!

If you have any questions, feel free to put them as a review, good or bad, and I will either answer you directly, or I will make a separate chapter to this one as a "Q/A" of sorts, I am unsure yet. Anyways, thank you for sticking with me until now, and I hope you have a great day!