For this chapter, I consulted the following literature:

Prof. Clendenen's fashionable quadrille book and guide to etiquette 1895
Rules of Etiquette & Home Culture 1886
Courtly love – as described in Chaucer, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight and other works of the same time period

So, when it comes to the descriptions of etiquette, they are a mixture of the 19th century ballroom customs and the practices from 14th century England.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 27: Etiquette

"No, no, no, no," Will said too many 'no's in under ten seconds for Nova, yet again. He sighed, stepping away from her. "You don't touch. Well, you mock-touch, but you don't take my hand, alright?" The ER was wonderfully empty and the weather was amazingly nice. So, all the tall windows of the ground floor were opened wide and the doors were propped up with the usual brick they placed there, letting in the warm breeze and sunlight from outside. The air was even beginning to smell like spring, despite the late February. And, after all the training regarding healing methods was done for the day, Will was taking the chance to teach Nova the basics of something called a quadrille, a popular dance among the nobility at the time. She'd only asked what the etiquette for the banquet that she should be aware of was, and what to pay attention to as to not cause a scene, and there she was, in the midst of yet another scolding lesson. Though, she supposed that she deserved it, because she really was only learning what a faux pas would be in order to carefully tiptoe the line. "The only time you're to touch one of your partners in the dance if when you're doing this walking part," Will instructed and then showed her the steps again. Nova huffed.

"Why is this so complex?" She groaned. Her head was full of steps and motions, which had never really been her forte. Parties in her home village had been far and few in between. They had been rather simple, too, a combination of a bonfire for making food and wild dancing with anyone and everyone, without much attention of who was married and who wasn't.

"Well, nobles have been perfecting this particular method of torture for centuries now," Will laughed. "It's bound to be annoying." He motioned for her to give it another go and Nova focused on her steps again. She walked forward diagonally in her imagined circle of ladies and gentlemen and did the part with Will which she'd managed to remember. "But, you're being escorted by Magna and Luck, right?" Nova didn't reply, too focused on her steps. "If neither of them are nobles, I don't see how they would know the quadrille."

"Luck should know it," Nova said, immediately making a mistake and almost bumping into Will. He didn't comment on it. They did the turn and then continued through the new set of steps she was trying to remember.

"Well, then he could lead you," Will told her nonchalantly, barely even paying attention to where he was walking. "The etiquette says that one shouldn't dance the quadrille if they don't, at least, know some of the figures." Nova's hand touched Will's as they connected and went diagonally together, before waiting for a few beats for their imaginary partners in the dance to complete their steps. "If the lady makes a mistake, it's not so bad, but if the gentleman does, there's a proper scandal." Nova went forward too early, which caused her to miss the beat and Will to frown. "Too early," he told her. They stopped and Nova groaned, her hands going up into her hair to mess it up.

"I'm never going to get this," she muttered, annoyed mostly at herself and her lack of education. Will shrugged, walking over to the spot where he'd placed a tea tray, another torture device. He sipped some water and then motioned for her to come over.

"You don't need to dance," he said. "It's fine if you don't want to, really." Nova took her seat on the freshly-set cot opposite of him. She reached over for the glass of water, her throat dry from the exercise and annoyance. "Elbows lower," Will immediately corrected. Nova glared up at him, but did as he said.

"You mentioned a dressing room?" She prompted him to continue his long teachings, which had started the previous night. Will nodded, motioning with his head for her to look at how he poured and set the kettle, before extending a teacup to her.

"Saucer stays down, all fingers on the cup, don't spill and don't look away-"

"From the teacup," Nova nodded, slowly getting her cup up.

"Whatever you do, as long as you don't spill any, you're golden," Will chuckled, picking up his cup with much more ease and fluidity to his movement than Nova. "There's a dressing room for ladies, it's really more of a makeup and prep room, where you don't need to worry about etiquette a lot. It's best to ask Mary regarding what happens in there, as I've never gone in," he put his cup back down, without making a sound. "Men aren't allowed in there, so I don't know the etiquette of the dressing room precisely. However, you're allowed to bring your servants there and they should help you with any parts of your clothing, hair prep and so on. If you happen to have a mishap with your wardrobe, go back there and fix it. Remember not to rush anywhere. And never to be unescorted, that's frowned upon. So, your escort must take you to the dressing room and politely wait for you outside. Again, if your escort isn't outside when you're done, you need to send someone for them. A lady should never be unaccompanied."

"I just… I see Magna and Luck wandering off and me being stuck in there for the whole night," Nova sighed, her head dropping. She put her teacup back on the saucer and it clanked down. Will winced. "Right, no sound, I'll pay attention there."

"And don't talk to any men unless you've been introduced by the host," Will added, then flopped back onto the cot he was sitting on, spreading his arms out.

"Host?"

"The master of ceremonies," the healer added from his spot on the bed. "Likely, they will be introducing people at the start and telling them where to go and what to do. They will also hold a short speech which addresses the nature of the gathering. I expect Master Julius or one of the Silvas to be the master of ceremonies for this affair."

"Right," Nova sighed. "How are you so good at this?" She finally asked. "I thought you were a commoner, too?" Will chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows, looking at her.

"You'd think that, right?" He smiled at her. "My folks used to be nobility, all the way back in the day," he told her. "But, when my mother married my father, who was seen as a noble even lesser in status than her, they were kind of… ostracized from the community. So, they moved out into the Common Realm and had their family life there."

"Oh, I didn't know that," Nova said, amused by the story. At that point, she was willing to listen to almost anything other than ballroom etiquette. Even scolding regarding her inability to produce a salve properly. "That's why you know both sides, then?" Will nodded.

"I've never been 'introduced into the society' or whatever, but I've learned proper manners," he shrugged, plopping back down onto the cot. "My mother always hoped that I would go into the Knights and marry well after I made a name for myself. Her face was something amazing when I told her I'd go into healing," he laughed.

"They didn't approve?" Nova asked, eyeing the macaroons on the tray. The colorful treats called out to her. Maybe she could manage to sneak one into her mouth before Will berated her about eating manners.

"My father did, but he really never was the head of the family," Will sighed. "He even gave me some literature on healing when I expressed interest in that early on, which my mother was appalled by." Nova risked it and stuck a whole green macaroon into her mouth, doing her best to make the whole action soundless. "I saw that," Will chuckled.

"If I eat enough now, maybe I won't touch them there," Nova mumbled around the macaroon, grinning wide despite the food. Will winced, his head up to see her.

"Whatever you do, don't grin with food in your mouth," he told her, head going back onto the cot. "Your teeth are green." Nova hopped up to go to the mirror and see for herself. Really, they were green. "And drink tea after you eat a macaroon, it helps with the coloring."

"Aye, aye, sir," Nova mock saluted, coming back over to the cot. She stood behind Will, watching him attempt to impersonate a limp noodle. "Show me the next set of steps?" He groaned, but got up to help her out.

"Here, you'll need this for the party." Nova turned around to find Mary standing in her doorway, holding two ornate wooden boxes. "Nova, you clean up well! I didn't expect that," the woman smiled wide, entering and closing the door behind her quickly. Nova looked down on herself, checking if everything was in order. She'd taken a long bath, scrubbed herself raw to get rid of all the sweat and dirt that usually built up when she spent her day working, which was how she'd spent that whole day, as well. She was wearing the new green dress, coupled with a pair of black tights underneath, just in case, and black boots. All in all, it wasn't too impressive, but it was passable, in her mind. Her hair was down, for a change, and she'd brushed it out to make it straight.

"Does it look weird?" The girl asked, turning to see Mary lay down the boxes on the bed. The healer glanced up at her and shook her head.

"Not at all," she said with a soft smile. "You look very proper and grown-up." Nova blushed profusely. Then, Mary opened the smaller box on top, in deep red wood, decorated in gold. Nova came over to peer inside. There she spotted a lot of beauty products, everything from lipstick to eye shadow. Instantly, her meager confidence vanished.

"M-Mary," she began. "I don't know how to use any of that." Nova looked away, nervously picking at the hem of her dress.

"Not to worry," Mary assured her. "I know how to apply it all." The healer sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to her. "Come, let's get you ready." Nova obeyed. "Hmm," Mary hummed mostly to herself, looking into the box. "We should go with green and black, I suppose." Then, she picked out the products and Nova was lost yet again. "You just shut your eyes and stay still, I'll do your makeup for the night. But, you should definitely learn how to do this yourself."

"Yes, ma'am," Nova eagerly shut her eyes and waited. Soon enough, she smelled the products before she felt Mary gently apply them to her face. They smelled like coconuts and roses. Slowly, minutes seemed to turn into hours as she sat there, her hands growing numb. But, at least she didn't have to do anything herself when it came to the products.

Her mother knew how to use makeup. She'd seen the woman apply it on herself a few times, mostly for anniversaries when her father splurged and took them both out into the city for a long evening date. However, she'd also seen her mother work magic on the village brides. They would all visit their house before they got married, in order to have both their future read from the cards and for their bridal makeup to be done. All of those women left looking immensely more beautiful and happier than they came in. Her mother never seemed to put too much stuff on their faces, but only enough to enhance their beauty. Nova had loved playing with those products when she was young, but after much scolding, and when she got more comfortable in her own skin, she'd stopped. After the age of about seven, she didn't care much for lipstick or eyeliner. She didn't have much use for it, playing in the woods with the local boys.

"There we go," Mary finally said after a while. "Want to take a look?" Nova opened her eyes and saw Mary extending her a small mirror. She took it and almost dropped it when she saw her own reflection. Similarly to how her mother had done it for the brides, Mary had used the products to enhance Nova's natural prettiness. Her eyes seemed bigger, lined in black, and her mouth was plumper, sparkling somehow, even her skin looked flawless. There were green sparkles around her eyes, following the lines of her face, which made them seem more fox-like somehow. She looked mature. She looked like a woman.

"M-Mary!" Nova spoke, tearing up. "T-Thank y-you!" Nova reached over and hugged the healer, who grabbed her by the shoulders before she could plant her face into her bosom, as she usually did.

"No, no, no crying or hugging!" Mary quickly said, pulling Nova's face up. "If you do that, you'll smudge the makeup and I'll have to redo it." The healer giggled. Nova immediately looked up to the ceiling, focusing on keeping her tears in.

"I won't ruin it, I swear!" She did her best to pull her sniffles back in. Mary grinned wide, reaching over to pat Nova's head.

"And this is for getting there," she spoke, opening the other box, this one done in darker wood and lined with silver. "This is one of the last pieces I worked on before I quit my family's company," the healer said, pulling out a long emerald cloth. "It's green silk, hand-painted. It should be at least on par with the latest fashions at the court, or, if they're more extravagant, it won't lose in quality of materials." Nova looked at the cloth, seeing that it was a long, wide shawl. The silk seemed to flow in Mary's hands, switching from deeper to lighter shades of green. The design painted on it was a bird of some sort, with golden, red and yellow hues, like a phoenix bursting from one corner of the cloth and flying across it.

"A-are you sure you want to lend it to me?" Nova asked tentatively, extending her hands to touch the bird which seemed ready to fly into the waning sun outside. Mary nodded.

"I'm sure you'll take good care of it," she said. "Now then, you're ready to give those ladies a run for their money!" And with that, Mary draped the shawl around Nova's shoulders and patted her trembling hands. "Don't forget that you're the pride and joy of our Tower in there. Your birth rank has no bearing on your skills."

"Yes, ma'am," Nova promised with a wide smile. "I promise to do right by the Tower!"

"You've got a second pair?" Will asked as they were getting ready to leave the Tower together. Nova was pulling on her white lace gloves, a rather pricey item she'd gotten purely for this occasion.

"Got one beige silk pair in the purse," she said absent-mindedly, struggling to get her pinky into the spot properly. "I'm hoping not to have to switch them, because I really prefer this one."

"It's different when you can feel the stuff you're touching through the lace," Will nodded. "I'm kinda jealous." He had his own pair of white gloves on, shorter than her, but just as pristinely white. "I swear this is some kind of a test as to how messy one is," he grumbled, getting his white cravat neck scarf into place and then pulling on his overcoat. Oddly enough, despite the heavy design of flowers and deer' antlers didn't look too out of place on him, due to his red hair. The silver and pale blue, coupled with light brown embroidery seemed somehow regal and not over the top. However, Nova did catch the poor healer adjusting his high, tight collar a few times. "I look ridiculous," Will sighed, glancing at himself in their mirror by the entrance. "And I feel it."

"You look very handsome," Mary came over, dressed in her usual dark brown dress and with her white apron tied in front. "And Nova looks very beautiful." The woman came over to Will, turning him towards her. She adjusted his slicked back hair to properly hold that one stubborn curl and then fixed his scarf once more. "Don't fidget and don't fiddle with this anymore," she scolded him. Then, she stepped up to Nova, fixing her hair, as well. "Don't forget to never be unescorted, don't speak too loudly and don't talk to men you don't know before you're introduced."

"Yes, ma'am," Nova mock-saluted. Mary huffed, her hands going on her hips.

"Now, off with you both, I'll be holding down the fort," she shooed them out, closing the Tower doors behind them. Will and Nova exchanged a look, both smiling.

"I feel like a twelve-year old all over again, being forced by my mother into one of these," he chuckled, extending his gloved hand for Nova.

"I feel like a clown, so at least you're doing better," she grumbled with a grin on her own, placing her white-clad fingers into his. "As long as nobody drags me to the dance floor, I'm good."

"Same, sister, same."

The carriage which picked them up and took them to the venue was almost as grand as the venue itself. It even had a foot servant, who helped them both enter and exit it. Nova, for once, felt almost like she was a princess. As Will hopped out of the carriage, she steeled herself with a large breath in, before leaving the comfort of the soft, padded seats of the carriage. The footman extended his hand to her and she took it, careful not to flash either him or Will as she struggled out of the carriage. The healer was ready with his hand for her in front of the footman. Nova took it.

"I wish you a pleasant evening, lady and gentleman," the footman bowed low and climbed next to the driver, then the carriage was speeding away.

"Ready?" Will asked. Nova huffed.

"No," she told him. "I don't think I'll ever be. Let's just rip the bandage off," she told him, turning towards their destination. The night was pleasant, warm, and the stars and the moon were high in the dark sky, twinkling as they walked up towards the mansion through the meticulously-maintained gardens. There were small lanterns all around their path, their silvery light showing them which way to go. Nova could see a couple in front of them, both walking slowly up the path as they admired the numerous rows of flowers and greenery. The scent of roses was heavy in the air. She spotted them off the side of the path, noting their color. "Is this where we get our tea from?" She asked Will curiously. He smiled, his posture instantly relaxing at the familiar topic.

"Indeed," he nodded. "The creamy rose tea with that flowery taste is made at the Silva compound. What are the uses?"

"Menstrual pain alleviation primarily, but also reduction of the risk of heart disease, diabetes, obesity, and cognitive diseases. However, the powder can also be used as an anti-inflammatory ingredient in our salves," Nova listed off almost without thinking. Will had been pounding his knowledge into her for so long that she felt like it was all combining into a detailed data base in her head.

"Good," Will grinned. "You've been retaining some of what I'm teaching," he chuckled. "If you compliment the roses, the Silvas will likely swell with pride. A clever way to get on their good side, if they've got that," he noted in an annoyed tone.

"Flattery will get me everywhere, gotcha," Nova agreed. They settled into pleasant chitchat about the different Squads, Will telling her more about his Captain and the current Vice Captain, who was an interesting character called Rill. Apparently not only was the latter's personality a bit strange, but he was also power-wise being considered as the next possible Captain of the Squad. Will seemed apprehensive regarding the day when Rill took over, because then, according to him, he'd need to actually work at the Squad.

The mansion in front of them resembled more of a castle than a mansion. It stretched as far as the eye could see, separated in multiple buildings and towering structures. The whole building was done in white stone which glimmered under the lantern lights, while the rooftops appeared to be pale blue, but Nova couldn't see that far up to tell properly. The tall, arched windows were all lit up in the main building in front of them, telling them that it would likely be the venue of the party. She could already see shapes of people inside, moving slowly from left to right or standing still. The closer they got to the open gates of the entrance the more nervous Nova got. Her hands were deathly cold and they started to shake.

"You doing okay?" Will asked when he spotted her fingers nervously doing a dance in his hold.

"I think I might hurl," Nova admitted in a low voice while they waited in line to enter.

"Don't," he warned. "Whatever you do, don't hurl," he quickly gave her a onceover and then reached into his pocket. "Here, stuff this in your mouth." She accepted the mysterious item into her mouth directly from his hands. Instantly, the minty and fresh taste exploded on her tongue, making her eyes water.

"W-Will, what the heck?" Nova asked, focusing on not crying and ruining her make-up. Will chuckled, getting one of those minty bonbons into his mouth, too.

"This is an old trick of the trade," he told her, his own eyes glassy. "You will be focused more on the burn on your tongue than on the silliness of the occasion." Nova blinked a few times very quickly.

"While I appreciate the psychological trick, this is going to burn a hole in my mouth," she told him. Will turned his laugh into a cough, getting a few looks from the couple in front of them.

"Where are your escorts meeting us?" He asked, looking around for the problem children from the Black Bulls. Nova swallowed the large amount of spit which was forming in her mouth because of the candy.

"Luck said they'll find the dressing room if we don't meet up before the party outside," she told him. "What about your date?" Will gave her a smirk.

"Vanessa will be with them," he told her. Nova's eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"You're taking Vanessa?" She smirked, hitting his side with her elbow teasingly. "Didn't know it was like that, why you," she giggled. Will blushed profusely, looking away to hide his reddening cheeks.

"It's not," he said grumpily. "We've known each other for a long time, you know? It just felt right to invite her, since you were also taking some of the Bulls." Then, he bent down to whisper to Nova. "I can't wait to see her out drinking those posh noble ladies without batting an eyelash." Nova stifled her giggle at the image of Vanessa chugging down wine straight from the bottle while numerous faceless noble ladies watched in horror.

"Seconded," she agreed. "Can you imagine their faces?" Will did his best to hide his wide grin. Then, they finally reached the top of the stairs, were one of the Silvas was standing tall, in their Squad's colors, checking guests in.

"William Igneus and Nova Goldin, from the Healing Tower," Will immediately introduced them to the man. He almost scoffed at them, but looked at the papers in his hands regardless, checking their names off.

"On behalf of the Silva family, I, Solid Silva welcome you to our annual Silver Ball and pray that you will experience it in the full and enjoy yourselves," he offered them a significantly shallower bow than the ones Nova had seen him give the rest of the patrons. "I am joyous to announce that your listed escorts and companion have already arrived and are waiting for you inside. As follows, Mr. Luck Voltia, Mr. Magna Swing and Miss Vanessa Enoteca," the man spoke.

"That is correct," Will replied to him. "Thank you very much for your greetings, we look forward to speaking with you more over the course of the ball," he dropped into a low bow, while Nova politely, yet a bit awkwardly curtsied. Then, Solid Silva motioned with his arm for them to enter the mansion and they did.

Instantly, the air seemed to change when they stepped into the foyer. It was much warmer inside, in spite of the open windows, and the inside of the mansion was done in much more gold than the shimmering outside, which spoke in silver and white tones. The rich seemed to ooze out of every single surface of the place. Nova fidgeted for a moment, looking around. She spotted gigantic portraits of the whole family on one wall, taking a short moment to look at them.

"That's a bit egotistical, no?" She whispered to Will. He gave her a small glare, making her pull away immediately. No whispering was a rule she'd forgotten for a moment.

"Just a tad," he agreed, leading her further in. "This way," he said. "I came here once for a house call healing session," he explained. "I remember the layout." And with that, Nova was in front of large wooden doors rimmed in gold, where one servant waited on each side.

"Names, please," the one on the left asked politely.

"William Igneus and Nova Goldin, from the Healing Tower," Will told him. The two men nodded and then together pushed the door open. For a brief second, Nova was blinded, the only thing she could hear a harsh tap tap from the servant on the right when he hit his cane for attention.

"Mr. William Igneus and Miss Nova Goldin, healers from the Healing Tower!" The voice of the servant on the left made her jump a bit at the sheer volume. And then, Will was leading her into the ballroom.

That's all for now folks!

Reviews:

VG00:
Thanks so much for the review!
We will see Luck's thoughts in the following chapter :)
I hope you enjoyed the update!

Kadienewberg:
Thanks so much for the long review! I read it a few times while I was writing, I really love the long ones xD
Asta is so precious! I really can't wait to write all about him hahahaha I'll definitely be thinking soon about where to put Nova, and if she should be in a Squad at all… It's been on my mind for a while, but I have yet to make a final decision xD Secret Bull… I kinda like it… But, wherever she ends up, I'm sure Magna and Luck will be talking about her even before she meets the two newcomers :D I'm also excited to see how everything will change with the addition of Nova, though I will be focusing more on her timeline than Asta's, mainly to avoid a lot of rehash :P
I think I'm afraid of writing Noelle because she's such a caricature of a character sometimes… I agree with your analysis, though. She definitely copes with her trauma in odd ways xD But, I'll see how I'll write her scenes with Nova yet :)
I'm glad that you've been enjoying the female bonding moments! I realized at one point that I was focusing a lot on the male cast, and I think that Nova herself tends to be more comfortable around men, such as Will, Magna, Luck, Yami, Leo, etc. It's partially because I imagined her as someone who grew up around boys, so she oftentimes doesn't know how to act around girls xD But, it's definitely been an interesting ride, getting her to gossip with Vanessa, have a little bonding time with Mary, and so on. It has definitely gotten me started on the idea of her entering the Blue Roses, because Mary might lobby for her with Charlotte, but I'm definitely still in the thinking stages of that hahaha Her nature makes her a very versatile Knight hopeful, so we'll see yet! Maybe the Silver Eagles would be an interesting, hilarious squad to put her in ahhahahaha!
I wanted to tackle the issues of social status in the following few chapters for sure! Also, I wanted to add a bit of spice to that, put some of my own spin on it, then see if I can fit it together with characters like Mereoleona and Charlotte, who definitely stand out from those rules. I'm glad that you're enjoying the various hot topics I've entered into the dialogue!
I will be honest… I haven't finished the recent stuff either! I got up to the time skip and then waited for the chapters to accumulate a bit, so I can have a more satisfying read. I've been spoiled on the topic of Julius a bit, but I'm not sure where I'll go with his storyline. I definitely want to keep to the canon as much as possible, but I will see how to spin his story with Nova's in the future :) I hope to have the whole manga read during the next few weeks :D He has definitely been very sus since the beginning to me, though xD
I think that they should definitely sue over the state of their facilities, as well! They need more space… and at least one elevator… and other… stuff… well, no spoilers!
Alright, at this point the ages are: Nova's 15, almost 16, same with Luck and Magna. Will is 22-23 (he's a bit older than Vanessa), Mary is 25 (Yami's age), Elizabeth is 19, Owen is about 40 (since the manga never specifies his age, I guess him at about 43). This is about 2 years off the main timeline now :)
Finral is a beautiful character. I have soooo much to say about him, really. Like, he's such a realistic character in Black Clover, and I adore him and I hope that he gets everything best in the manga… He surely will in this fic! I would definitely give him some love if you were asking for that :P I couldn't help but make Nova agreeable in his presence, I feel like she would definitely psychoanalyze him and then humor him somewhat xD Luck's reaction was cute, though! He is a possessive little feral boi xD
I hope this prelude to the ball gives you an idea of the ensuing chaos xD I'm really looking forward to writing Luck and Magna in a formal settling, along with Nova who's now been caught up on etiquette xD Will be chaotic for sure! I can't wait to write horrified Nozel HAHAHA
When it comes to smutty, I'm not particularly against it nor for it. I love reading tasteful smut in places where it makes sense – like here. I feel like it would be natural for two teens to explore their relationship on such a level. I'm not bothered about flames, really. At this point (I'm almost 29), I'm kind of indifferent to criticism if it doesn't make sense… The good thing is that, so far, I really haven't gotten any flames or criticism on my pairing? So, since almost everyone is on board, I don't see why not to spice it up a bit hahaha The great thing about literature of any kind is – if you don't like it, don't read it, and I will die by this. I, for example, don't like postmodern writing. Hence, I stay away from it if it's not mandatory reading. I don't see the point in flaming about it to anybody xD Same goes for fics!
Vanessa's teasing of poor Magna's inexperience will be even more hilarious, I'm sure xD Especially with Nova and Luck commenting… I can't wait to write that! And, also, the mixer episode haahhahaha!
I hope you will enjoy the new update! Best!

KEZZ 1:
Thank you very much for the review!
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AmericanNidiot:
Thanks so much for the review!
As always, Nova has a bit of a mischievous side to her, which she enjoys combining with Luck's complete and utter insanity just for the lol factor xD
Hope you will enjoy the update!

Kalithesavior:
Thanks so much for the lovely review!
It is my absolute pleasure to keep providing you with new content :D
Hope you will enjoy the chapter!