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This chapter contains spoilers for the Hannalore sidestory at the end of the series. Skip to the bottom for a spoiler free summary!

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Peter Between 5th and 6th year Royal Academy

I wasn't pleased. Why, you might ask. Ah, it's just my troublesome wife causing problems for the child that the Gods; yes, literal Gods, sent us to protect. It was enough to make me want to pull out my hair. Poor Ferdinand looked like his version of a startled shumil after her little stunt. I know, I know, she didn't mean any harm by it. She misses being able to jump out of planes and base jumping. I know; now, she had protections in place that made her getting hurt nigh on impossible. Even if she had fallen from five times that height she would not have been hurt. Just as I also know she is very used to doing the dirty work by herself and trying to shield us 'normal folks' from the bloody realties. Like how she was currently hiding the likelihood that one of us is going to end up comatose from her sister. None of that matters. All of us nearly lost years off our lives for that stunt. And Ferdinand has enough trust issues as is. I sighed to myself; it just didn't occur her that everyone cares about her; to trust us.

I think she takes for granted that she can still die. We aren't the main heroes from one of my video games. There is no respawn. We are manga protagonist with built in plot armor. Just because we were given this chance doesn't mean we are immortal.

We make mistakes.

We can break.

We will die!

Just because these Gods summoned us here to help doesn't mean we can't die. If that were the case, they would just protect Lord Ferdinand without going through all the extra work of dragging us from death. But no, she refuses to see that there is a possibility in which we can fail. They'll just revive us. I have the sneaking suspicion that that is very unlikely because what would be the purpose of us if they could just revive someone? And even if they could, I wouldn't trust that many beings to be on the same page. Heck, the God of Life seems like he's playing with a short deck of cards. He nearly outright killed Minerva in that meeting; not that I blame him. In his shoes, I'd have probably done the same. Minerva never could soften her words. I sighed and don't even get me started on my wife's patrons. I shuddered. What did it say about my wife that they are the prev and the nut of the Godly realm?

I sighed again. Thinking about things that I couldn't do anything about wasn't going to help me. I really should be focusing on my work.

"Lord Ferdinand!" Heisshitze's voice boomed from the makeshift microphone in my ear. I rubbed the ring, adjusting the volume down just a little. Looking through my monocle, I watched Lord Ferdinand and his entourage land in front of my wife and the guards she brought. I was only afforded a small window to look through, but it was enough to get a feel for situations. Like how the young Ehrenfest lord hid his surprise at seeing Minerva. He was probably wondering why she was taking the time to help with this. There were even some traces of suspicion as his gaze slid through the tree branches. Looking for me, perhaps? I guess my damage control; read an immense amount of bribes, had been more effective than I had previously thought.

"Peter isn't here." He had to work very hard to make sure that sentence wasn't a question. There might even have been hints of disappointment, but that could have just been wishful thinking on my part.

"He's trying to finish a project for graduation. I believe he wants to get your thoughts on it." My wife might not be able to tell you what almost any of the noble euphemisms mean, but she sure as hell knew how to read people's desires and intentions. I chuckled to myself thinking of a young Minerva with a different face. That had been so much effort for something so simple as a kiss. Then I amended my previous thought, long as those intentions weren't good and directed at her she could read them. I chuckled at the memory of our younger selves.

Worth it.

I turned back to the mentioned project. A small feystone like object was on a tiny stand just below my eye level in my new and hopefully temporary workshop. The circle I was currently inscribing on the stone was fairly complex and incredibly small. It was becoming quite tedious. The stone itself looked like an opaque opal, barely the size of an American dime. I had to be careful with my movements because the surface was only a little harder than freshly dried wax. Overtime and with the help of a special tool, this stone would harden to something more like diamond. So, I couldn't afford to make even the slightest mistake. Doing so would scrap all my work until this point. To make matters worse, I needed not one, not two, but a bare minimum of four of these things. As a result, I barely had time to sleep, between this and my normal duties. Scrubbing my hands across my eyes, I checked the other six that were currently drying and hardening, waiting for their next layer. It was always wise to have a backup plan or two.

I sighed. Back to it, I told myself, grabbing the smallest embosser to finish this circle. I had fashioned my jewelry tools after the ones that had been in my parents' shop; earth parents. These babies had made a pretty penny with other noble craftsmen, who had paid through the nose for similar tools. It was too bad I had no clue how to make ones for commoners to use. That would have open a lot of doors and smoothed over my engagement to Minerva if I had been able to manage it. The Aub could have had a field day with charging Klassenberg. It was a while before my train of thought was derailed by Heisshitze shouting again.

"Nice one, Lord Ferdinand." I glanced back at my monocle. Ferdinand was already bent over a particularly large feybeast. He was starting the harvesting process with the creature's eyes. I shuddered and turned my focus away from the gory scene. That was something I would never be comfortable with. Hacking bits from still living beasts was just wrong. It was always a relief when my lady took over that work for me. I managed alright if the beast was dead and I didn't hit the core, but the materials were never as good.

Minerva's glaive blade spun into view at the edge of the monocle. She must be rolling it across her shoulders. It was a fidget she did when she was feeling antsy. The view in my monocle slowly swept side-to-side, scanning the forest. She wasn't just antsy, but heavily on guard. I fought the urge to growl in frustration. The first lady of Ehrenfest's people seemed to be reaching for greater and greater forms of harassment. Minerva removing one boy's hand had been a temporary balm, but it had only worked on the knights. Now that I think about it, I'm kinda surprised she had held back to just cutting off the boy's hand. He had given her every excuse to execute him then and there on the ditter field. The attack he had made against her would have been life threatening, that she would react in kind was a forgone conclusion. Instead, the boy lived, his ability to become a real knight forever out of his reach, and it was very unlikely he could finish any of the other courses this late in his schooling. That didn't even cover the shame he brought on his family. At least the little shit wouldn't have time to harass Lord Ferdinand.

Hmmm. Perhaps that had been my wife's goal all along. Well, that and revenge for the scar that wrapped around my wrist. A mirror image to the one on her own. I was under no illusions about that. He had been the one to place the Giftigfesseln in Hirschur's office. It was all in my report. The fool even bragged about it. I had to set aside my embosser so as not to snap the fragile wood handle. I took a deep breath to calm my spiking rage. It did little to calm me. How could people be so callus to such kind people?

An image swam in my mind. A woman with ash blonde hair sitting at a battered wooden table. A face that looked like it could have been the female version of Lord Ferdinand. All sharp angles. There was an empty bottle of tequila at her elbow. She was fiddling with the small glass. Her red rimmed eyes were staring off at nothing. I remembered the question she asked me in an absolutely broken voice.

"How do you make people forget that you hate them?"

And I remembered my response which set her down the path to the person she was now. "I smile at them, until the smile becomes real. I smile until they let down their guard. Smiling makes them think you aren't angry, they don't like to look at their mistakes, so if you don't remind them, they forget." Even now I couldn't bring myself regret it. I'm sure she didn't either. It was how she killed so easily in this world and that one. It was how she gained the strength to protect her people here. How she avenged them back there. Now it was her strength.

"Stay close." Minevra's voice broke me out of my dark musings. She was scanning even more of the forest. Her glaive was no longer on her shoulders, but in her hands in front of her. "Something isn't right." She murmured to herself. "The birds are quiet."

"Yeah," Heisshitze agreed. "They've been quiet for a few moments now. Even the crows are-." A roar cut off the rest of his sentence. A black blur rushed into the clearing. It was a canine like beast. It aimed to bullrush past Minerva. My lady shoved Heisshitze and brought her glaive around planting the butt of the weapon into the ground and leveling the blade at the charging beast. The collision resounded through the trees along with the beast's scream. Minerva's view suddenly changed to that of the treetops rather than her attacker. So, it had taken her to the ground. Black blood dripped down and hissed on contact with Minerva's armor.

"Darkness beasts!" She called the warning. She looked up, just in time to see massive jaws coming for her throat. Minerva let go of her glaive; which was promptly knocked away, and grabbed the underside of the beast's jaws. "God damn bitch." She snarled at it forcing the snapping teeth away from her. This was a losing battle because the beast could slowly siphon mana from her even through touch. No where near as bad as a bite, but it still needed to be rectified soon. Where were her guards?! Claws scrambled for purchase on her chest. I couldn't see the damage, but I could clearly hear the armor shrieking from the impact of darkness imbued claws. How long could she hold up.

More shouts and snarls echoed through my earring. Gods curse this, there was more than one. I scrambled away from my desk and moved towards the weapon cubby. All of Minerva's iron weapon collection had been moved here. Then I noticed the pouch that she normally kept her spare weapons in. I swore, if this was here that meant she had only two iron weapons on her. Snatching the bag, I ducked into the entrance bending ever so slightly so as to not smack my head. The door would take me precious minutes to unlock and then close behind me. That's why those keys were so damn important. Still, I couldn't risk the dark beasts finding this place. My hands shook as I unlocked the complicated magic circles and systems.

All the while I kept an eye on the battle. The beast which I recognized now as a Ternisbefallen was steadily getting bigger and bigger. It was now closer to the size of a large pony rather than a wolf. Minerva was still holding its jaws away from herself. Which left her vulnerable to not just its claws but also its blood and saliva. Those last two were doing the most damage to her armor. It would break soon.

"Lord Ferdinand!" That was his guard knight, Eckhart.

My wife's gaze snapped from the yellow teeth trying to snap at her, to what was going on over her shoulder. An absolutely massive seven-eyed wolf was bearing down on the Ehrenfest people. Ferdinand was covered in bloody wounds. His armor long since shattered. The rest of his entourage were only a little better, but they were swaying on their feet. Even improvised weapons weren't working.

"Peter." My wife growled. "When you get here, you take him and you run as far as you can to get to safety. Knock him out if you have to. We'll buy you the time. I'll protect your name as long as I can. Rot doesn't work here. It's a trap."

"Minerva!"

She dropped one hand from the Ternisbefallen's mouth. This meant she had to use magic enhancement to hold it off one handed. The beast's growth sped up greatly from the mana it was able to siphon off from her. She grabbed the iron dagger from her belt and threw it. Not at the beast that was digging into her chest, but the one that was circling Lord Ferdinand and his group. The knife buried itself hilt deep into one of the creature's seven eyes. It had been so focused on the tasty morsels that it was playing with that it hadn't given the other pests a second glance. The roar of pain was enough to shattered my eardrums. It snarled in rage and turned to its new attacker. This gave Justus enough time to grab the knife from the wounded beast.

Minerva's whole body jerked. She turned just in time to see her blood slick hands slide down wet tacky fur. Teeth flashed and snapped closed on her shoulder with a sickening crunch. This was followed by the shattered sound of her armor breaking and disintegrating around her. My knees gave way underneath me. I fumbled at my collar for the charm. My fingers grazed the crow pendant and I clutched it as if my life depended on it. Then I funneled mana into it. A soft light came from under Minerva's glasses. Oh, thank the Gods, she hadn't taken it off.

"Peter, stop. You'll only die along with me." She managed to grit out.

I snorted. She really had forgotten that when she died, I would follow. Instead of pointing this out I growled back, "You promised, till death and beyond." No need for her to fret over something neither of us could do anything about.

"Fine." She grunted. I could hear Lady Cathrine shout at her that she was coming, but it would come too late, and I suspected Cathrine was too heavily injured to do anything anyway. Minerva's growl became a shout as she shoved at the beast baring down on her. Then she swiped for something I couldn't see. Her glaive came sweeping back into view. The blade sank into the two eyes closest to her. It screeched in pain and staggered, allowing Minerva to roll herself out of danger. Though in the process her glasses were dislodged and landed on the ground faces a small patch of forest with nothing of interest. None of the battle was visible from this angle. At least I could still hear things, and that fact that I was alive meant Minerva was still alive too. However, if the sounds were anything to go by, it was still a losing battle. I couldn't even call for help because I had no way of knowing who would actually help, and who would be more danger. The fact the they couldn't send up rot. I wanted to scream in frustration.

"(Water gun!)" Those words were strange and yet there was a sense of familiarity to the cadence. It sounded vaguely Asian? Language was never my strong suit. "Hurry! Get in here!" Several black arrows whizzed past my line of sight. The beasts cried out. But from there the battle seemed slow. There were only slight moans. Then the sound of a knife craving through flesh. After a long while the female voice said, "Ah, there you are." Minerva's glasses were lifted so I could see my wife's savior.

The woman was dressed in academy dress, though the style was not one I had seen before. She wore a dark blue cloak that matched her hair color. Golden waxy moon like eyes looked back at me. Over all she gave off the look of Mestionora one of the only goddesses we did not get pleasure of meeting.

"Lord Peter, your wife is safe." My relief was short lived. How did she know about the connection to me and Minerva. Also, about the function of the glasses. Even Lord Ferdinand didn't suspect that. But I had no way to ask this goddess. She clicked her tongue. "Ah, there was so much you told me. Uh… You need to stay where you are, keeping working on your project, it will work." She struggled to remember my supposed warnings. "Um, you said that the 'right sacrifice' will be needed soon. And you know what it is." I felt ice work through my veins. How did she know about that? "Also." There was more? "You said you wouldn't believe me." Definitely not. "So, I should tell you that you told me about Theo. Who he is to you and your wife." All the air in my lungs rushed out. I had told no one about Theo. Only ever spoke that name to Minerva. And I knew she wouldn't speak about him to anyone either. I couldn't quite catch my breath. Fear and guilt washed over me, squeezing the life out of me.

Lady Minerva between 5th and 6th year at Royal Academy

My shoulder ached fiercely dragging me from sleep. Vague memories of being under a feybeast rose to remind me why I was hurt. It didn't feel like much time had passed since then. Maybe an hour at most. We were definitely safe, but how? I blinked awake in space that was unfamiliar. I was in a white room. Mana walls, but they looked different. I carefully looked around. I was in a room with four small beds. All but one was occupied. Cathrine was to my left and Heidemarie was across for me.

"Peter, report." I whispered. But no response came. I repeated my self only a little louder, but there was still no answer. Then the dragon charm that Lord Ferdinand had crafted glowed softly. Peter's mana flowing with it. It soothed the rising agitation as well as sent goosebumps down my arms. And let me know he was okay and could still hear me, but the tool was damaged. I touched my earrings and found them all present, though a little worse for wear.

I carefully got off the bed, being a quiet as I could. A quick check of the other two girls revealed they had been injured; their clothes showed damage, but their flesh was intact. So, a healing of some kind had been laid on us. That the Little Flower's people were here suggested he was also here. I needed to make sure he was okay.

There was only one door, which meant one exit. It was already open so I slipped through. This put me into a hall. Across from me was two other doors. Both were open. I checked the closer one and found all the boys in beds. Like us their clothes showed signs of battle, but no injuries. Just in case, I did a quick check of them started with Lasfam and ending with Heisshitze. I was less concerned for my tank of a cousin. If he survived my and Bosphoramus' training, he'd survive worse than a Ternisbefallen. Though I still breathed a sigh of relief when I realized he breathed easy. I swiped my dagger from the table between Eckhart and Justus. Then went to check the next room.

The next room was set up like a bedroom sitting area. About what one would expect for an archduke candidate. A young woman sat in a chase lounge type chair with her back to me. She was humming a song that was vaguely familiar. I studied her back and wondered why I felt I knew her. I had never seen anyone with that color hair, and her cloak was not one of any the colors of duchy cloaks. The rainbow feystone hair stick gave me pause. It felt important, but couldn't say why. There also was a feeling of a string connecting us, not unlike what I experienced with Aub Ehrenfest. I shoved those thoughts aside and reminded myself I needed to find the Little Flower. Once I was sure he was safe I could begin the hunt. I turned to go and my instincts chimed helpfully. He was here. My gaze swept the room. He was no where that I could see. Wait. I gave the girl and the chair a hard look. Could he? The part of me that been an older sister chuckled. The part of me that was noble was instantly suspicious and worried. The Little Flower had enough harassment by the girls of Ehrenfest. My fist clenched on the dagger as I crept over.

Once I was within striking distance I peeked over the couch. Lord Ferdinand was indeed here. He was peacefully sleeping. Like the rest of us his clothes showed signs of battle. Actually, he was in about as bad of shape as I was. But what really struck me was that his head was laying in this girl's lap, while she stroked his hair. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do, but there were too many things that didn't add up about that attack. Ternisbefallen weren't native to the academy. One much less three was unthinkable here, unless they had help. Then there was our inability to call for aid. Lastly, the beasts were targeting the Little Flower. The beast I fought only engaged me because I put myself directly in its way and wounded it.

I slid the dagger just below this girl's neck. I noted her hair stick faintly glowing. No actual attacks or intent. Fair, I didn't want to harm her, I just wanted answers.

"Now, who might you be?" I asked with a cheerful smile. "Don't take this the wrong way, I am grateful for the save, but I have a few questions. You understand, right?"

The girl froze like a shumil. I didn't miss that her arm moved to protect Lord Ferdinand She took a shaky breath then continued stroke his hair. An action she did to comfort herself more than threaten me. As if she was getting strength from the young man in her lap.

"Lady Minerva, a pleasure to meet you."

"I know who I am, Little Lady. That doesn't tell me anything about you and why you are here."

"I mean you no harm. I was sent to help."

"Hmmm," I hummed to myself. "Now were you sent by the same people who unleashed the Ternisbefallen. Feel guilty about taking a joke too far perhaps." I saw her tense in outrage.

"I was sent by the same people who sent you here. And I would never hurt Ferdinand!" She was especially outraged by that. "I am only alive because of his care." His care? I sensed no lies, even without seeing her face, I suspected she was telling the truth. But that made even less sense. It wasn't that the Little Flower wasn't caring; quite the opposite in fact, but he had been forced to hide that kindness. But then I considered the first part of her sentence. Carefully, I moved around to face her, keeping the knife exactly where it was. Moon like eyes bore into me. She looked like Mestionora.

"Who sent you?"

"As I said, the same people who sent you and your husband."

"I'm not married." Yet.

She rolled her eyes. "Not yet. But you were and you will be again. To the same man no less." No fucking way. She leveled those gold eyes at me. "You didn't think you were the only people pulled from earth, did you?"

I could only stare at her. It had occurred to me that it was likely others had been brought here. Heck with the gates, it was even possible Yurgenschmidt had been connected to earth in our early history. I got the feeling time was parallel in our worlds. Most likely the Gods had selected the best people to fill the roles from throughout earth's time.

"Can you prove it?" The tugging at my mana organ was more than enough. But somehow, I needed her to confirm it. She grimaced and offered me her hand. I wasn't sure what she was after. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye trying not to look at her hand.

"You can see the future with blood, but I hate doing. I always had Lutz help me." Who was Lutz. I filed that question away for later.

"Umm, no."

She pouted. "But you wanted proof." As if this was my fault. I pointed to the charm in her hair. I now suspected she had a lot more.

"I have no desire to lose my hand to your protections." The protections on that were right up the Little Flower's alley of vindictive. That thought gave me pause. I looked at the sleeping boy and considered the girls words. Care. Care. Could she be…

"Oh, yeah." She grimaced and touched her hair stick with slightly shaky hands. A fear, a deep rooted one. The stones? She reached for the knife and cringing the entire time like a pouting child she pricked her finger. Then she dropped the knife as if it was too uncomfortable to hold. This girl had seen battle and come away from it different. I sighed to myself. I took off my glasses and looked at the drop. Almost immediately a bright light blinded me.

A voice reverberated through my skull with all the force of a jackhammer. "The Gods do not take snooping lightly. Surely Sehweit told you this." I got the feeling of being forcefully shoved. I floundered for my glasses, dropping them back in place. The light and pain instantly went away. I just barely managed to catch my balance and keep myself from falling back on my butt. Well, she was certainly God Touched. By Mestionora no less.

"Are you alright?" I rubbed my eyes under my glasses before looking at the face so full of concern. This was new. Only Peter and Maggie ever look at me like this.

I waved her off. "Fine, fine. You have quite the backer."

She smiled. "Yeah, her library is something else."

"You like books?"

She bobbed her head in a very unnoble fashion. And proceeded to go into detail about it. The whole conversation felt familiar. Where had I heard this? I continued to watch this young woman babble on. Her voice steadily growing in volume, showing how excited she was to talk about something that she enjoyed. It wasn't until the Little Flower shifted slightly; probably the noise, that she stopped. Her gaze moved to him with such affection. It wasn't lust, more like wonder and regret. She went back to stroking his hair, a gesture of comfort for him. All of this was for him. Then it struck me.

"Myne." Her head snapped up to me. "You are Myne, aren't you?"

She smiled nostalgically, "I haven't heard that name in a long time." She sighed. "It's Rozemyne now." I could feel my knees go weak. A heady rush of relief so stark I felt actually dizzy. She found him. But she sounded so different from what I had heard from my visions.

"Rozemyne." I acknowledged pulling myself together. "You are a little different from what I guessed." She sounded younger.

"That's because I'm from the future. I don't think I've even be born yet."

Time travel? It was hard to swallow. Why; I don't know, there was a literal goddess of time. Surely time travel was possible. I went back to observing this girl. The one who I had been searching for. The one who could save the Little Flower. "Who are you to him, in the future?" I nodded to the peacefully sleeping boy.

She smiled softly and looked down. "He's my family. He saved me. Guided me. I'm his wife or I will be." Those words stirred concern in me. If this was earth; considering their ages, the phrase guided would smack of grooming. Not the kind that involved brushes. My expression must have been dark because she instantly went to defend him. "It's not like that! Winter has not come! Nothing like that."

I chuckled at her horror filled expression. Her cheeks flushed a bright red. I suspected she had had a similar conversation where she learned the complexities of this world's 'sexual-innuendos'. Despite my laughter, relief still wormed its my way through me. I wasn't sure what I'd do if the Little Flower had become the kind of man to take advantage of a child.

"Alright, no worries, I understand." I couldn't help but watch these two out of the corner of my eye. The part of me that had been an older sister smiled wickedly. Peter and I were going tease him mercilessly.

"Lady Minerva?"

"Hmm?" She was watching me with suspicion.

"You aren't going to tease him, are you?"

Well, this is quite the conundrum. I certainly plan to, but telling her that might seriously restrict said teasing. Everyone needs a good bit of leg-pulling. Especially when they were as serious as the Little Flower. By that same token I really didn't really want to lie to this Little Rabbit. It just didn't sit well with me. Well, discretion is the better part of valor. I crossed my arms over my chest and bowing my head. "That will be difficult, as I plan to go find the fools who released (*hellhounds*) on us, have a discussion about their life choices, and possible attitude adjustments as needed." A polite way to say I was going to pay back every injury they paid us and then heap on the pain.

"And I thought my (bloody carnival) was blood thirsty." She cringed "Umm, you probably won't be able to."

"Why?" I hid the annoyance and frustration I felt behind a smile.

"When I leave, anyone who has been in my presence or close by will forget anything that leads them to remember me."

Fuck! No! "The Gods?" I asked already certain of the answer.

She nodded.

I bit my lip. This was not good. I needed to ensure something like this didn't happen again. But if I forgot, how would I be able to ensure those little shits were punished or dead. I was currently leaning towards the latter. Wait. "You said anyone who saw you?"

She smiled conspiratorially. "People in my presence or who could see the effects of my visit."

"And if someone happened to be in a hidden room the entire time you were here?"

"Then I can't imagine they'd have seen anything the magic could erase."

So, Peter would remember. "Do not begin your inquiries until Lady Rozemyne leaves." But that still left our damaged clothing. How to ensure the basics were remembered? The materials! "I don't suppose you have the materials from the beasts?"

Her smile froze. "I'm sorry I was never very good at gathering."

Right, she was unnerved by feystones. I imagine carving up the beasts would have been too much. "Are the carcasses still there?" I was curious how she had killed them.

She nodded.

"By your leave?"

She nodded again. I left the room and found my way to the door. From here I could see we were still in the clearing we were attacked in. I looked back at the massive high beast. A startled chuckle burst out when I saw Catbus. Or Pandabus I guess. So, she had watched that movie too. With a sigh of amusement, I turned to the carnage of bodies of the Ternisbefallen lay unmoving in the clearing. Their heads separated from their bodies. Impressive. But now came the gory work. I started removing the eyes first. Then the fangs, then the claws, lastly the pelts. Once everything was divided and bagged up, I pierced the bodies with my dagger. Though the one that fought the Little Flower was so big I needed to summon my schtappe sword. All of the best and biggest materials went into the bag for the Little Flower. The little bits that I could get away giving to Justus without him making the realization that there were three beasts went into a separate bag. Another bag was set aside with Hirschur's name on it. Peter could give those to her. The rest was set aside in another bag. I would hang onto those until it was safe to give them to the Little Flower. I made quick notes on a board about the attack. Detailing an attack by a single feybeast as well as coordinates and a sketch of clues. The a waschen was cast to clean the area. Sadly, there was nothing I could do about the patches of dead earth.

I would find out later that I would not need to do anything about the boy who had unleashed the Ternisbefallen's. Turns out the beasts were so big because he had been careless in handling them. Which brought me no small amount of petty joy.

Spoiler free Summary

Peter witnesses the Ternisbefallen's attack on Ferdinand and company while working on a super secret project for future Ferdinand. (Minerva's glasses and his monocle are connected) He also witnesses a goddess intervene to save the young lord. Minerva gets some questions answered, and then promptly forgets everything along with everyone else.