Primo was frustrated, as she wandered through the damaged streets of Orario, her fragmented past came to haunt her. The heat of the flames, the smell of burning flesh, the screams of terror. All of that returned like a flickering storm at the edges of her mind. The trauma of losing a mother haunted her once, and seeing her adoptive mother lose her arms like that shielding her brought back the time those slavers killed her birth mother right in front of her.

She needed to get stronger, stronger so she won't lose anyone she loved ever again. Not like her birth mother whom she still cherishes, nor will she lose another mother in Hakuno. She will improve herself, so the hearth has those it cherishes by its side till age takes them or she'll die trying.

"Are you alright young miss? You seem troubled." She heard a voice speaking to her. It was that person, the one that the kids Hakuno visit in her spare time refer to as the kindhearted older brother who loves giving apples, a member of the Demeter Familia whose name escaped her.

"I'm…I'm just useless right now. Mom is in a coma from protecting me and I…!" Primo began, on the verge of tears as she looked at her own hands, recalling how both of her biological and adoptive mother's blood covered her arms as they shielded her from a fatal injury on both occasions. The first time was sorrow, the second was guilt and anger. These emotions were eating away at her as the young man patted her shoulder comfortably.

"You are still a child, despite your growths and experiences so these emotions aren't uncommon when a situation like that happen." He told her as he noticed her staff. "You're a mage?" he asked.

Primo nodded, pulling out the staff and gripped it. "A Neophyte Mage. I'm still learning the basics of magecraft from Mom before she fell into a coma because of the Horseman." She answered him honestly as the man twitched at the term 'magecraft' before an idea hit him.

"Can you show me your spell?" he asked, getting a wary and distrustful look from the elf child instantly as she kept her distance. "No! Nothing like that! Because before I went for more greener pastures, I used to be a Mage myself with my own magecraft." He began explaining himself. "Since I have no family, I thought I'd find a way to pass on my knowledge to a successor via student."

Primo was skeptical, a wariness of the man in front of her as she decided to give him the benefit of doubt. "…What kind of magecraft?" she asked.

"Astromancy, the power to use planets and stars." He answered.

Primo paused from her thoughts, recalling the chant for her spell Lumine Pleiades called upon stars for her chant and wondered if this man's magecraft would help her in some way. But rules are rules, "Let me talk with my goddess first. That way she and Lady Demeter could set proper terms and conditions if they agree." She told him.

"By all means. Oh, and here." The man told her, handing her a small bag of apples, "To make up for taking your time." He smiled before walking away.

Primo blinked at the retreating man's figure and tried to comprehend that man's nature before taking an apple out and eating it. It may not be peaches, but these were some pretty good golden colored apples.

Feeling a bit better about today, she made her way back to the church to talk with Hestia.

*Church*

Primo didn't expect this, Bell looked angry at a letter while Ais was frowning. Hestia was wary and distrustful of the letter, Haruhime looked genuinely upset and Lili decided to fill her in on what was happening. The Apollo Familia was insulting them at a bar, claiming that Hakuno and Ais were the ones carrying the familia and that the rest of them were riding on their coattails. To Primo, that didn't sound to offensive.

Then the next lines of insults made her blood boil.

Hakuno and Hestia currying favors with their bodies to give Hakuno her reputation. How losing her arms was a fitting choice for her false reputation, and that she was unfitted to be a mother at all. Now she saw why they were all angry. Hakuno, her adopted mother had been with the familia since its founding. She lived up to her reputation that should be feared and was more than fit to be a mother with how she cared for Primo.

The elf child clenched her fist as pure unforgiving rage at the insults, of how they were merely following Hakuno's trail to pick up glory and then insulting her with these slanderous remarks. That did it, she's going to learn from that retired mage about his magecraft and wipe the floor with those dastards from the Apollo Familia if it's the last thing she did.

*Apollo Familia Home-Bedroom*

Ever since she was young, she saw things no one else did. Glimpses of the future in fragmented pieces and clues. What she saw caused great worry because her familia was throwing insults at Hakuno and the Hestia Familia now that the Holy Witch was in a coma and crippled.

The vision showed a rabbit being chased by the sun, only to be protected and aided by the moon. Stars descending, punishing everything in their wake. Then a black winter storm approaching with a great and terrifying beast at the queen's side, jaws ablaze and absolute judgement in the lady's eyes.

Thus, Cassandra Ilion woke from her dream cold with sweat and pure unadulterated fear premating from her body. She and Daphne were in grave danger if she didn't do something to explain herself when Hakuno wakes up. She rushed to her desk, searching for parchment and a feather pen and began to write a letter.

She was a minor acquaintance to Hakuno, only meeting four times but the girl had always believed in her visions. It was rather shocking that during three of those four times, Hakuno had discovered her prophesies were true and was thankful for the warnings. She even went out of her way to say that she was worthy as a prophetess like the one who was her namesake. Cassandra had no idea who Hakuno had referred to but was grateful that someone believed her.

Sure, they weren't exactly friends, but surely Hakuno would be forgiving if she explained everything, sparing most of the Apollo Familia from her wrath and not meet the fate Ishtar's familia went through. She knows for a fact that Hakuno won't be in a coma for long if the repelling of the Red Horseman expressed her durability and capability of firing spells without arms.

If she can at least convince Hakuno to not go all-out if she participates, then for sure she and Daphne would at least be spared from the onslaught.

Sure, Apollo took care of them (after relentlessly pursuing them to join his familia) but even she found his desires and 'love' to be a bit much…especially if there's a cute boy to his liking.

She finished writing her letter, and carefully placed it in an envelope and used a wax seal to hold the contents in. Cassandra had time while her god was preparing the party and issue his War Game challenge to the Hestia Familia. It would serve as an end for her to give the letter to Hakuno so she can understand the situation and beg for her mercy.

She wanted to at least avert the black storm and terrifying beast in her vision. She knows for a fact that it is a death sentence to face it.

*?*

"Hey Ritsuka-chan~!" a beautiful young girl called out, getting the last Master of Chaldea's attention. "So, I was doing observations to the data similar to the British Lostbelt and detected something of similar nature appearing out of nowhere." Da Vinci began explaining as Ritsuka nodded her head that she was paying attention to it. "…and there's a threat in there similar to the Calamities."

"We can never get a break can't we…?" Ritsuka sighed with utter exhaustion before looking at the loli genius. "So, what else aren't you telling me?" she asked while Da Vinci looked away sheepishly.

"Well since you've exhausted yourself and currently recovering from those fights in the previous Lostbelt, several Servants have willingly entered this Lostworld to scout it out and aid in investigating the threat to make it easier for us when we finally join them." Da Vinci answered her while Ritsuka cupped her chin in thought.

"Well, that explains why some of them aren't in the hallways or their rooms." Ritsuka muttered before looking a Da Vinci. "So, who went there?"

"Well, there's…" Da Vinci began listing the names of the Servants that have gone to the new Lostworld. Ritsuka's eyes widened at that and wondered what could compel those Servants to go. Especially those Servants. Things went from salvageable to a snowball's chance in hell with getting along with the locals.