Season 2, Chapter 8.
A dotted Motive.
The day awakens anew, and Asta, Haze, and Finral portal to the royal capital with its bustling streets.
"Man, this place never gets old. Everything is so awesome," Asta exclaims, starry-eyed at everything as he excitedly walks, and his yelling has Millie jump off and transform, walking next to the group now. "Isn't this cool?" Asta exclaims, casting a glance at the two teens walking behind him.
"It sure is," Finral awkwardly states.
"Right," Haze utters with a sigh and looks off to the side, disinterested.
"Oh, hey, Sebastian, Lydia, what is up?" Asta yells, and Haze looks ahead, seeing the rest standing by the castle entrance.
"Oh, you came. Hello, Asta," Sebastian replies, adjusting his glasses. "We are all here, I see," Lydia utters.
"Almost all," an excited voice says from behind them. Asta turns his head, seeing the messy-haired lady with glasses and a lab coat. "Sally."
"I am so glad to see you so soon, Asta. How exciting," she says and hugs him, giving Asta creepy chills going down his spine.
"Yeah, fun to see you too, Sally," he awkwardly states as his skin begins to crawl. Sally smiles and looks at Millie. "Oh, don't worry. I haven't forgotten about you either, deary," she says and pokes Millie's shoulder, who just blinks in confusion.
"Well, let us head in then, shall we?" Finral asks. "Right, good call," Sebastian utters, and the group heads on inside.
They walk through the halls, and they enter the Wizard King's office. "Ah, the group is all here. Great," Julius says, and Haze looks at the tall man with blond hair, purple eyes, and a red robe with a white furry coat going along the cloak's edges and hanging over his shoulders. He wears a chain with three different symbols hanging in a chain that goes from his left to his right shoulder on the robe.
("I keep forgetting that Grey goes to Julius every other day to transform him in order to keep up appearances,") Finral thinks and looks at the group. "Of course, whatever you need, we are at your service," Asta eagerly states.
"Great, I don't really need much. I just need to go over what happened in that cave system on the mission the other day is all," Julius explains. "Huh, how so?" Finral asks.
"Well, we did get the reports; however, we wish to be able to open the chest you guys found, and we think hearing the stories in person might shed some light on some details that may have been missed," Marx explains.
"Oh, right, I heard Nero's magic was drained when she tried to open it. How is she doing?" Asta asks. "According to Owen, she is recovering nicely and should be up by the evening," Marx explains.
"That is great to hear," Asta utters.
Then they explain everything one by one.
"Well, that is all, I guess," Julius says and looks to Millie.
"Oh, we haven't heard your side. Oh, and I hear you are a Familiar too, the kind that hasn't been seen in the last 200 years," he eagerly states and walks over to Millie, grabbing her hand and putting it in front of her as he hunches over to meet her eye level.
"Things that are foreign are so interesting, and tell me more about your magic. I mean Life-shield magic; the name itself sounds so exciting. And this thing about your true form," Julius eagerly says, starry-eyed with his face leaning so close to hers.
"Sire, I-I do not know where to begin, I," she stutters.
"Ahem," Marx clears his throat. "I believe you are going off-topic, sire," Marx tells him.
"Right, sorry about that," Julius says and stands up straight, scratching the back of his neck.
"Now, the first question should be enough. Do you have any insights that you would like to add?" Marx asks.
"Nothing besides the mana felt cold and weird, like it shouldn't exist, the same for the chest," She simply states. "Shouldn't exist?" Marx asks.
"Anyways, seeing as how much we're put in place to keep people away from it, I highly doubt that the key will be found in the same place."
"The key?" Marx asks.
"Yes, I believe a special chest like that most likely has its own key designed for it," She explains.
"Well, now that you mention it, you are probably correct in that. Do you know where we might start to look?" Julius asks.
"I do not, Sire," she utters.
"Well, we will dig through our archives and see what we can find. If anything comes up, we will be sure to contact you. Since your group retrieved it, it is only right that you get to see this through," Julius tells them.
"Right," Asta nods.
"Now, everyone, you have gotten today's assignments from your leaders, so for the rest of the day and until further notice, you will follow your assignments as magic knights. I trust that you will do great work until then. So, magic knights, you are dismissed."
"Sir," they all say in unison and give a clover salute. ("Why am I saluting so easily? I suppose this is just the effect that King Julius has on people. No wonder he is the Wizard King,") Haze thinks to himself.
Moments later, they all head out and meet in front. "Well, I guess that was all for now. We will see each other later," Asta utters.
"Yeah, we will," the rest says and gets on their brooms and heads out. "Definitely," Sally says and hugs Asta from behind. "Oh, of course, Sally," he says nervously before she lets go and heads on her way.
"Phew, I don't know if I will ever get used to that," Asta says.
"Asta," Haze utters, and Asta looks his way.
"Yeah, what is it?" he asks.
"Could I borrow Millie for the day?" he asks.
"Uh, sure. I see no harm in it, right Millie?" he asks her.
"Of course, sir," she says and walks over to Haze's side. "Well, see ya," he utters, and Haze gets on his broom. "Right, see ya," he lazily replies, and Millie goes into her cat form and jumps atop his broom before he flies off, leaving the royal capital behind.
Millie looks at the sky as they travel a long way, and soon he arrives by where he is stationed with a couple of other magic knights.
The day moves on without a hitch, and as evening comes and he says his goodbyes to the other knights, he travels to the Markon family's Villa again, and he looks up at the air vent before he crouches down to the cat in the grass.
"Okay, I need you to head inside and unlock the main entrance door, all right?" he asks, and Millie nods, and he picks her up and holds her up high toward the air duct, and she jumps up high and squeezes inside.
("It is seriously dusty in here, eww,") she thinks to herself as she continues inside. Haze waits by the main entrance in silence, and he gazes at the moon in the distant sky as it has begun its climb to the heavens.
He yawns and stops, seeing a shadowy figure on a broom quite some distance away heading towards the Villa.
He immediately goes to hide in the bushes. ("What the, the Villa only gets used during the summer, and we are in the middle of autumn, so what is someone doing coming over here?") he ponders and looks at the house.
("If Millie unlocks the door now, then my cover will be immediately blown. Come on, please hide Millie; if these guys find out about this, they will definitely kill me this time,") his mind races as his pulse elevates.
He watches from the bushes as the cloaked individual takes off his hood. ("Okay, it is just the butler, probably sent to keep the place tidy while the family is at the capital,") Haze thinks to himself, watching the man unlock the door and turn on the lights by the main entrance.
A moment passes before the light is turned on in a couple of other rooms.
("I have to do something,") while crouched, Haze moves slowly to the house wall, and he leans against the wall, tilting his head to see the butler in the kitchen.
Haze gulps, turns his head, and looks at the entrance door that he slowly and quietly opens as he moves inside. His heart drums in his chest, hearing the butler in the other room so close to him.
He moves in the opposite direction of the kitchen and heads into a dark hallway.
"Millie?" he whispers in a hushed tone, but all he hears is his own heart racing as it pounds in his chest.
He moves on to the second floor, and as he does, he looks out the window, seeing more mages on brooms in dark cloaks.
("What? Those look like Markus's men. Damn it, what are they doing here?")
He silently moves on inside and heads down the hallway. ("If I remember correctly, the man's study should be...") he thinks to himself and tries the knob.
("Damn it, it is locked! Shit, what do I do now?") his mind ponders.
"Sir," he hears and freezes in his tracks, spinning toward her.
"Millie, there you are."
"The main entrance is already open, sir, and I followed your scent here," she softly utters.
"Yeah, yeah, great, just speak silently," he tells her and looks at the door again, trying to figure out a way to get inside.
"Do you need to get in?" she asks quietly and brings out a claw and picks the lock and opens the door.
"I didn't know you could do that," he whispers in surprise, his face amazed.
"I can do a lot of things," she utters silently as they move inside.
He walks over to the mahogany desk in the middle of the room and goes through its many drawers.
"Damn it, there should be some clues," he utters, rummaging through the drawers while Millie looks at old paintings adorning the walls. She looks at a small box on one of the bookshelves, and she moves over to it. She sees that the shelf has slight scrape marks from the chest being moved, so she tries to move it, and sure enough, there is a small safe behind it.
"Sir, are you looking for something like this?" she quietly asks, and he looks up at her and on the shelf at the safe on the wall.
"Perfect. Can you get it open?" he asks.
"I should be able to," she utters, and, using the claw on her little finger, she unlocks the safe while Haze sees something swoosh past the window. He walks to the wall next to it and leans in to look outside.
("The place is surrounded. Why this much security? Do they know that I am here?") he wonders.
"Sir, I have the content," she utters.
"Great. Now lock the safe. The longer it takes them to realize what I am up to, the better," he tells her.
"Right, sir," she utters and does as asked. Moments later, they are in the hallway, and she locks the door behind them while Haze gets to the wall and leans to look out the window.
"Yeah, if he is here, he is probably upstairs," a male voice says, and his heart beats. He sees the shadows the light from downstairs is casting on the walls over the steps, and he looks at Millie and grabs her hand and moves with a quickened pace down the hallway. He heads into someone's bedroom, and he looks out the window again.
"We are still surrounded," he mutters under his breath.
"Sir?" she asks quietly, and he looks at her.
"Keep the documents for now, and here is what I want you to do," he explains to her.
A moment of explanation later, she nods. "Understood, sir," she utters, and he takes a deep breath, leaning against the wall.
"I really hope you are as good as they say you are," he utters, hearing the men bursting into door after door down the hallway, looking for him.
"Come out, come out," they order with laughter in their voices. "Now, don't be seen," he reminds her again, and she nods as he grabs the door handle and takes a deep breath before rushing into the hallway.
"You idiots wanted me!" he yells, and the men turn to the teen.
"Wow, you must be eager to die, but don't worry, the boss wants to make sure of that himself. We will just rough you up a bit," the man with a dark cloac and black hair, says as he brings out his grimoire, and Haze does the same.
"I'll make sure you are the one getting roughed up here!" Haze yells, and the man grins. "Stone magic rock shower!" he yells and shoots an array of stones Haze's way, and he readies his magic. "Mist magic mist balls!" he yells, and he manages to divert the stones, so they hit the walls.
"Mist magic pursuing hyenas!" he yells before the man can get his spell working.
"What the... stone magic stone wall!" he yells, and just before the hyenas get their teeth in, they are blocked. Another man comes running next to the wall.
"Flame magic, fire lasso!" he yells, and a lasso goes to get Haze, and he ducks back. "Mist balls!" he yells, and the balls are flung at the flame and stone mage, who easily block with fire and stone.
"You need to do far more than that, pal," the stone mage says, and Haze sees more men come up the stairs.
"So, this is where the fun is," a man with white hair utters as he releases white lightning from his body.
("Shoot, I am weak towards lightning, regardless,") Haze flicks through the pages of his grimoire. "Mist magic, disoriented mist!" he yells, and the hallway is filled with mist.
"You idiot, that mist barrier will make it much easier for me to hit you, kid," the lightning mage says, sending lightning into the barrier.
("I know it is reckless, but I learned on my mission that recklessness can get you farther,") his mind tells him, and as they are busy with the mist, he gets up next to the stone mage and kicks. But it gets blocked.
"Damn it," he lets out as the stone mage laughs.
As a fire lasso binds him quickly, and he is placed on the floor.
"Kyle will be pleased to finally be rid of you," the stone mage laughs.
Haze grits his teeth as all he has left is that his plan must work. Later on, he is hung over a broom on his belly, still bound as the men fly with him through the sky.
("Man, all of these guys for little me. Well, I suppose more eyes would make sure that I couldn't slip away. Kyle must really be annoyed with me.") Haze smirks a little before remembering that he will definitely meet his end this time if things don't go as planned. He looks to the Villa as it disappears in the distance.
Time passes of them moving through the sky, and they land in a small abandoned house, and he is flung to the floor in the middle, still bound by the fire spell. He flails a little and rights himself, and he sits on the dusty wooden floor, and the fire mage grins and shoots small fireballs at every torch in the room.
The rest of the men walk inside, and others spread out to the living room. Haze stiffens as he hears clapping from behind before he turns his gaze to a blond guy with a medium stature, in a light purple noble man's suit.
"Wow, you actually had the stones to disturb me and my men again," Kyle says with a mocking tone. "I mean, when we received the note yesterday, claiming someone saw you flying towards my villa, I was in denial. I thought you'd never be foolish enough to attempt this again, especially after the last threat I made against you. And now that your own father has forsaken you, you literally have no one left to help you stay out of trouble," he chuckles.
"What the hell has you say that?" Haze utters in a dark tone.
"Your old man is a talker when he is drunk, and the amount he has had to clean up after you, I will be doing the man a favor," Kyle says, lighting his cigar.
"Tsk, whatever. I am glad to be rid of that bastard," Haze defends.
"But that isn't what you truly feel, now is it?" the man asks, and Haze's face slightly wavers, but just as quickly, he hides his pain behind a smirk.
"Really. It sounds like you are talking from experience. Did your father abandon you or something?" Haze asks.
"Hehe, quite the opposite. I killed my father, and now onto killing you. But first, tell me why you disturbed me and my men again?"
"I know you have information on Laura."
"I do. She is dead, burned in a fire, along with her parents. The sooner you accept that fact, the better," Kyle tells him.
"As if. I know she is alive. I couldn't help but notice your business was doing so much better after the fire."
"Don't blame your family's ineptitude on something as stupid as that," he says and puts on a pair of knuckle braces made of gold with symbols as it is clearly enchanted by magic.
"Since you have pissed me off, I believe I will beat you up by trying out these by punching you into the ground," the man tells him.
("I won't get any more intel,") Haze thinks to himself. "Well, too bad for you, that ain't going to happen. Millie, NOW!" he yells, and the room falls silent as everyone looks around for a potential threat.
"You brought backup?" the man asks, looking around, and his men do the same, but nothing happens, and Kyle laughs.
"Hahahaha, it seems your backup has forsaken you as well," he laughs some more before his eyes grow dark again. "Now, back to beating you up."
("Damn it, she left me! WTF!") his mind screams, seeing Kyle ready his fist.
And Haze sees the guy behind Kyle fall over, and the rest are on alert. But as they look around, they see men have already fallen with a needle jagged into the back of their necks.
He sees Millie move on to Kyle. "Millie, wait," he says, and Kyle stops and throws a punch toward her, and she ducks away.
"How did you?" the man asks, looking around her. "Think you are clever, huh?" he asks.
"What do you wish me to do, sir?" she asks as the man brings out his grimoire.
"Just immobilize him," Haze tells her as the flame-spell keeping him bound comes undone.
"Understood."
"As if she could, scorching stone magic burning meteor shower," the man says, but Millie puts up a shield around herself, and just as the spell finishes, the man stops in surprise, and Millie moves in and gets behind him and blocks his ki circulation, in his legs and arms, and the man falls over.
"So fast, it is impossible," Kyle utters as he lays on the floor. in the mean time Haze stands up.
"Now, who are pathetic? Now, back to telling me about Laura," he orders and crouches down next to Kyle's face.
"Accept that the girl is dead already," Kyle replies.
"Not true."
"It is sad seeing you so dead set on a girl who is no more. Don't worry; I bet her last agonizing screams were hell for her," the man says, and Haze grits his teeth and stands up. "You bastard!" he yells and kicks the man's gut. While Millie watches the two carefully.
Kyle takes it and lets out a heavy breath. "Is that all you've got?" he grins.
"Why, you?" Haze moves his foot to kick again with anger burning in his eyes.
"What do you plan on doing?" Millie asks softly.
"The kid ain't got the stones," Kyle laughs.
"Why, you!" Haze yells, and kicks but is stopped by a small shield placed in front of Kyle's nose. Kyle cold sweats seeing how close the shoe got.
Haze looks up to her ''Why did you?''
"That force would have killed him," Millie utters.
"So what?" Haze asks, his eyes cold. "This man deserves it, from the amount of crap he is responsible for; besides, he is a killer," Haze tells her.
"Is that a reason to become a killer as well?" Millie asks her voice still calm and soft.
Haze stops in his tracks and moves away. "Damn it, knock him out then," he orders.
"Understood, sir," she utters and hits the right pressure point in the guy's neck.
Millie sees Haze move out of the building defeated.
She follows him outside. "I thought your thing was not to interfere?" he asks and stops, looking at the forest in front of them.
"If someone is in danger of losing their lives, I will."
"So disobedient. I thought your kind would never disobey or intervene," he tells her, and her eyes grow a bit distant. He looks at her quiet being and sighs.
"Anyways, why didn't you act the moment I told you to?" he asks her.
"It would be an incorrect move."
"Incorrect move how?"
"For the highest possible chance of success, I need to move when the element of surprise has returned to the moment."
"You are supposed to move regardless," he tells her.
"I am confused, sir. Do you not wish for the highest chance of success?" she asks him.
"With your abilities, it shouldn't matter, no, should it?"
"It does, sir. It will increase the chances for perfect success by 56.8%, sir," she utters.
("What is with her? She speaks so differently from how she spoke when she healed me in the cave; she was so attentive, and her words were so kind. But now it is like she is speaking from a cold and life less place, like she is some…. doll... a doll that follows protocols")
"Ignore that okey, and move when I tell you to."
"Understood, sir. I will customize my battle strategy to your liking," she utters.
"Good. Now, could you give me the papers from the safe?" he asks her.
"Of course, sir," she utters and brings out the documents from her bell, and he skims through them.
"Damn it, these are just deeds of properties and such. Damn it!" he yells and throws them onto the ground.
Millie watches him as he takes one of the men's brooms and sighs ''I will have to find another way to find her then'' he utters.
Millie watches his behavior carefully and looks at the documents. ("Is his heart hurting?") she wonders as her eyes soften again and picks up the documents and puts them into her bell.
''Let us just go,'' he says and mounts the broom.
''Understood, sir,'' she says and gets into her cat form, jumping onto the broom behind him.
They leave the abandoned house behind and fly through the sky. Millie looks at the stars sparkling between the clouds in the night sky, and her mind wanders.
''I didn't know familiars even could disobey,'' Haze's words ring through her mind, ''that is how I got this,'' she thinks to herself, feeling a chill creeping up on her. Her mind drifts to a distant past before her soul got scorched, before she met Meir, but after her brother's funeral, about a week later, in fact.
Her contractor at the time was nothing to be impressed with; he was a noble who loved pig meat and light beer. He didn't do much besides bully those he saw as beneath him.
She remembers herself just finishing a training session with Vortex. "My, you are sure improving nicely," Vortex said. "Thank you, I am working hard," she replied. "I can tell. Let us meet again next week, Millie, alright?" he asked. "Yes, of course," Millie replied with a bright smile. Later, she flew through the sky, her then-blond hair flowing in the wind and her white wings stretched out wide as she flew, remembering her mother's words that she had heard so many times growing up.
"Millie, take a moment to observe the beautiful surroundings," her mother softly encourages. Millie gazes at the flowers, watching as a bee gracefully lands on one of them. Her mother continues, "I want you to truly appreciate every living thing around you and grasp how precious life is. Once someone's life ends, the unique experiences and perspectives they held can never be replicated, not even by identical twins. While experiences may overlap, each individual interprets them slightly differently, and this impermanence is what makes life incredibly valuable. Do you comprehend this, Millie?"
''Every life is precious'' Millie uttered.
"Every life is precious." Her mother affirmed. "Yes, Millie, promise me that you will protect life at all costs," she requested. Millie nodded, "I will, I swear to defend life." Millie uttered and Her mother smiled warmly and reiterated, "Excellent. There is nothing more precious than life."
With a smile, Millie flew through the sky with her mother's words in her mind. But then, a magic circle surrounded her, and she was summoned.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw fire flung towards her and quickly put up a shield. "Good, so you are useful after all. Now go get these guys," her contractor ordered. "I-I have no offensive spells, sir," she told him.
"Then figure something else out, you little pest," he said and fired a water blast at her. She was sent towards the three opponents who stopped and looked at her as she was on her knees. "What do you think she can do?" one asked as he moved his hand to summon a different spell. Immediately, she spun around, kicking their legs one by one, knocking them back. She jumped up and landed a good punch on the men, knocking them out quickly.
"Good girl, I knew having you around would be worthwhile," he said as she got up. ("I got lucky, but that will not work on the same opponent twice,") she thought to herself.
"Now, end them," he ordered, and she froze in her tracks. "What did you say?" she asked in shock. "You heard me, end their lives." "No, sir," she told him.
"What was that? I gave you an order. These pests have stood against me for the last time, so end them." "No," she told him.
"Why, you little..." he said with a cold scowl, and the contract came out. "How about you stop this little disobedience of yours?" he told her. Out of her then-blue bell came a blue chain that pulled her to the ground, and she remembered how much it burned.
"Now obey me and kill them!" he ordered. "No," she forced out. The rest of the chains around her body became visible. "You little pest, you are to obey me," he ordered again.
(''Remember, all life is precious.'') "I REFUSE!" she yelled, and he could feel the push-back of the contract. "I refuse, I refuse, I REFUSE!" she said again, bringing all the energy she could muster. She could feel her soul hurting as their wills were put against each other through the contract like a tug of war.
He gritted his teeth, but for a moment, he wavered, not sure what to make of the situation. "I refuse, you hear me? I will not EVER KILL just because you order me to," she yelled, and the chain holding her broke as she broke free from the contract. The book shone bright blue, and his name was erased from it. Energy was flung around, knocking him over, and as he sat up, he looked at her shocked. "How the..." He got up and quickly ran away.
She stayed on her knees, catching her breath as her entire body began to burn. She heard her bell ring as it began to pulsate in its blue glow. "I am being summoned?" she uttered, took to her wings, and a couple of hours later, landed by the den. She headed inside and went through the hallways, up the stairs, and entered the round library. Then, she went into the door to the left of the room into her mother's study.
"There you are, Millie. Now I want you to tell me what happened," her mother asked her. So she obliged by telling her.
"I see, regardless, you know the price for disobedience, and you did it anyways." "But mother, I..." "No, you can probably already feel it? Your body is burning," she told her, and she was right; she was really hot, as if she had a fever all of a sudden.
"I have to cut you off. From now on, you no longer have a family. From now on, you are on your own," she said and pointed to the wall on the left with the board of all of her siblings' names on it, including her own. But her name grew dark before getting removed, and she could feel her soul losing contact with her mother and the rest of her siblings.
"Now leave, Millie."
"But, mother, I-I still need you," she said, forcing her tears back. "I said leave! You are on your own, so leave!" she ordered.
"But, mother..."
"Leave!" That was the first time her mother had ever raised her voice in the 15 years of her life.
"R-right," she uttered as a tear trickled down. She turned around and headed out of the room and the den.
She took to her wings, and the burning sensation only got worse as she flew through the woods. Soon, she landed between the trees as the burning became too much, using a tree for support to hold herself up. As she attempted to move, she fell to the mossy ground, heaving for breath through the pain as it grew greater and greater.
The pain lasted for three days before it subsided, and she sat up, leaning her back on the tree. "Is it over?" she asked herself. She tried to get to her feet, but her legs wouldn't listen, and she leaned her back against the tree as she remembered her mother's words.
"This was your choice, Millie, and from now on, you are on your own. Now leave!" she said so sternly.
"But, mother, you told me to treasure life, and that is what I did, so why?"
("Dissobedience in a contract is forbidden,") her words rang through her. "But how can that be, mother? I... mother, you are a liar." She hugged her knees while burying her face, waiting for her body to recover.
The days passed, and Millie recovered enough to stand and move about.
("So this is how having a scorched soul feels like? Everything feels colder,") she thought to herself.
She wandered the woods in her cat form and eventually found something to eat. As she recovered over the next couple of days, she went to her and Vortex's usual training spot, where she saw him and Malissa chat.
"Seriously," he uttered. "Hello," she uttered, and they both looked at her. "What are you doing here?" Malissa asked, and Millie could tell she and Vortex were looking at her soul.
"So it is true, you did get scorched. So what are you doing here?" Vortex asked. "You know our weekly training." "That thing is over, so how about you leave," he told her, and the same dark eyes she had seen on their faces before were directed directly at her now.
"But, that can't be." "Just leave, Millie. It is easier for us all," Malissa said.
Millie took a step back in disbelief, and her eyes fell before she brought out her wings and took to the sky, hiding the pain on her face.
("I really am on my own,") she thought to herself, flying aimlessly.
Her mind flows back to the present. So much has happened since then—contractors who weren't much to speak of, meeting Meir and the villagers, encountering Mal and Casimir, and then, in the Land of the Sun, meeting Thomson and. She remembers the times when Thomson told her the same thing her mother did. "You are on your own."
She takes a deep breath and looks to the sky again. ("Right, I am on my own because I chose to follow my heart, and if doing so saves people, then that is what I want to do,") she thinks to herself. Determination fills her eyes as she looks ahead when Haze lands by the hideout. She jumps off before Haze dismounts the broom and he heads inside.
("Should I even go in tonight?") she ponders and transforms. ("I promised Sky I would give it a proper try. I can't let my shyness and nerves, take over,") her mind tells herself as she enters. she sees everyone has gathered in the living room and Nero has returned as well, eating a bowl of food.
She silently sits down with the Black Bulls, and it doesn't take long for Charmy to bring the two a plate of food.
"Here you two must be starving after such a long day," Charmy tells them both, and like usual, her cooking looks and smells exquisite. ''Thank you, miss Charmy'' Millie utters softly.
She silently eats while the black bulls banter among themselves.
Note:
So what do you guys think of the story so far?
it is kind of hard for me to write Haze as I want people to dislike him, but not so much that he is irredeemable if possible.
and we got another snip bit into Millie's past, if things seem unclear or her past is hard to follow please let me know.
