The North Star wanes, yet those who care have no ability to restore his past radiance.

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Hmm, my longest one yet. 12k words isn't a bad accomplishment.
Anyway, this is the interlude I've talked about in the past two chapters. There will be two more chapters of this "Creation of the Six-Faced World" arc.
I have semi-final exams in a few days and finals in a few weeks. So I'll post the next chapter 3 weeks from now. I hope you all understand.
But aside from that, enjoy this trash I put together in my stress and procrastination of schoolwork.

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Sylphie

A week has passed since Rudy disappeared, and my heart has been heavy every single moment. He told me he was so sick that he couldn't be my Servant anymore. But the Command Spells on my hand haven't gone away; Rudy said they'd stay as long as he was still alive. Knowing he's not gone is the only comfort I have.

Rudy's parents don't even know he's ill, but he promised a letter would come soon. Seven days already… so the letter has to come today, right?

I can't share Rudy's secret sickness with anyone; they won't believe me, and then they'd know Rudy has been visiting me secretly. It's been really tough, and my routine feels all wrong. Worry fills up my heart, and I can't focus on anything.

Today, the blue skies I love so much are hidden behind storm clouds. Now and then, I see lightning inside them and hear thunder that sounds like someone crying. I know I can make the clouds go away, but it would use up a lot of my Mana, and Rudy told me it might mess up the weather.

This afternoon, I'm sitting under our tall tree, the one where I always meet Rudy. I finished sword training a bit ago. But I don't feel like doing any magic right now. I'm just so tired, even though I didn't train extra hard or use up all my Mana. I might fall asleep at any moment.

Rudy once said the soul and mind can get sick, too. Was I experiencing something similar?

The wind blew, making me shiver.

"Rudy… Please be okay."

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"H-Huh? Where...Where am I?"

Panic fluttered in my heart as I scanned the unfamiliar surroundings; this wasn't the meeting tree of Rudy and me. It seemed surreal, more like a dream. Could it be that I had fallen asleep?

Still beneath a tree, but this was no ordinary tree—it seemed to be plucked straight from the legends Rudy narrated. A fantastical concoction of dark purples and blues, sprinkled with glitter, and leaves that chimed like bells in the wind. I was surrounded by a sea of golden grass, only occasionally interrupted by a stray bush.

Enchanted, I sat there, absorbing the mystical dance of the multicolored branches bathed in golden light. A gust of wind revealed a hidden treehouse nestled atop the sturdy branches, much larger than my parents' home, partially obscured by vibrant foliage.

Curiosity led me around the colossal trunk, intertwining like many trees melded into one, whispering stories of ancient times.

"It looks so old…" I whispered, fingers grazing the winding roots when suddenly, a shimmer in the air revealed a hidden door, intricately patterned in gold, inviting me into the embrace of the vast tree.

The gate opened on its own. Wide yet not unsettling. A feeling of tranquility emanated above, inviting me into the embrace of the vast tree. I was hesitant. Rudy always told me to stay away from suspicious places, but this place wasn't a dark alley or windowless room. It reminded me of Rudy's house: cozy and warm even on the coldest winter mornings.

Gingerly, I put my hands on the delicate railing and ascended. Random branches were everywhere on the walls, making it seem like someone hadn't trimmed this place for a long time. There were windows placed evenly apart, showing the outside world. Odd, I don't remember seeing any windows when I circled the tree.

Cresting the staircase, I reached another open door. Tentatively peeking my head inside, I looked around before entering. Books were lined neatly on shelves, some with strips of paper placed between the pages. Paintings and tapestries hung on the walls, depicting scenes that were eerily familiar to me. Tablets of clear crystal were squeezed between books, filled with symbols that resembled the Runes Rudy taught me.

At the front of the room, someone hummed a cheerful tune as they worked, a figure resembling Rudy.

"U-um… Excuse me," I called out hesitantly.

The figure paused, putting his pen down. He turned towards me without leaving his chair. My eyes met a visage I was all too familiar with, golden hair, green eyes — but wasn't his right eye supposed to be blue? The lighting, perhaps?

"R-Rudy?"

"Hmm… Are you referring to me?" His voice, it was identical.

"Y-yes, I am."

He scrunched his eyes, looking momentarily pained, before reopening them. "I apologize. I don't know who 'Rudy' is. My name is Alpha Ursae Minoris, though feel free to call me Anima if it's too long. If I look similar to this 'Rudy,' I apologize for the misunderstandings."

"Oh." Disappointment washed over me. "I'm Sylphiette. Sorry for the mix-up."

"No need to apologize, Sylphie," Anima assured. The way he called me "Sylphie" was so familiar. I almost didn't believe he wasn't Rudy, but I detected no lie when he said it. "Mistaking Stars like us is common. But you're here for a reason."

My curiosity peaked. "Why am I here?"

His eyes flashed, a rainbow of radiance enchanting the room. When the light dimmed, the not-Rudy nodded. It was like when Rudy confirmed an idea he had.

"So it's true..." He murmured, almost in disbelief. "You're here to make a wish. I'm a Star of Wishes, and I can grant you one wish within my power," he explained.

"A wish?" The concept seemed almost fantastical.

"Yes, a wish. Ever heard of 'wishing upon a shooting star?'"

"I think Rudy mentioned it once." In many of his stories, they revolved around those chosen or blessed by the stars.

"Well, here we are." He pressed his finger to his forehead. "What shall be your wish?"

Excitement bubbled in my heart as wild ideas that would have never crossed my mind ran without restraint. Forcefully, I pushed them down. I must keep a clear head, as Rudy always said I should.

"Before that, can I ask why me? Aren't there others who need it more?"

Anima studied me for a moment, his eyes flashing emerald, a glint of understanding in his gaze. "Yes, there are others, and I help them in subtler ways. Us Stars can influence fate. I use that power to make wishes come true. But you, Sylphie, share a unique bond with me. A frail girl like you shouldn't be able to traverse to this Multiverse, yet here you are. You have greatly amused me. So, tell me your wish, and I'll grant it personally."

"Anything?"

"As long as it's within my power." The Star nodded.

It was clear what my desire was, right? I've been worried sick for over a week, and Rudy's helped me so many times in the past. I could at least use this wish to save him, couldn't I?

"My friend Rudy, he's sick and in another city. Can you heal him?"

"Healing? Yes, I can certainly help." A small orb of light appeared above his outstretched hand. "I think this will be more than enough to heal the illnesses of the Material Realm."

A Rune materialized within Anima's globe, born from a burst of shimmering gold, soft yet captivating. It hovered there, ethereal and transient, its form blurry and ever-shifting, reminiscent of the enigmatic symbols Rudy used to craft. It emanated a gentle, soothing radiance, the glow pulsating rhythmically like a heartbeat of ancient, celestial magic. The light seemed to sing in silent harmonies, promising solace and healing, a celestial remedy to soothe all pains and quell all worries, a testament to the mysteries of the boundless universe.

"This is B̸̡̅̎̓̑̑̈́̑̿͐̐͂̈́̋̕͘ȩ̷̧̢̘̫̘̯̩̗͍̪̈̅̈̀͘͝͠ŗ̸̫̲̻͙̬̹̫͎̺͖́͛̆͑̾̈́͝͝ͅͅk̶̞͙͖̜̟͋͐̿͂͂̎̍͌́͜ä̷͎͈͇̹͔̪̣̮̳̜̠͔͕́ṋ̶̨̪̮̮̩̤̹̻̄̆̈̚̕a̵̱̲̗̱̲̥͐̄̏̐̇̔͆. Celestial Rune of healing. It has other aspects, but it's the one associated with healing. Maybe you'll discover all its secrets one day, but for now, it should prove useful for soothing your friend's illness." Anima held the Rune over my head. "This will take but a moment."

With a whisper of ancient magic, the Rune gracefully disintegrated into a cascade of golden dust, its particles shimmering as they danced and twirled throughout the room. The air itself seemed to hum with enchantment, the dust mingling and intertwining with the essence of the space around me. It felt as though a warm, celestial blanket had been tenderly wrapped around my soul, its gentle embrace healing the wounds of worry that had etched themselves deeply within. A fiery sensation ignited within my eyes, a blaze that was paradoxically devoid of pain, filled instead with a soothing warmth that spoke of untold mysteries.

The radiant display slowly subsided, the room returning to a tranquil state of serenity, and with a gesture of finality, Anima withdrew his hand. I felt a warmth enveloping me as the Rune dissolved, leaving clarity in its wake.

"I have granted you the Celestial Rune of Healing and the Celestial Eyes required to carve it. It's not a good idea to grant mortals Celestial Eyes, so the ones I gave you are but shadows of true Celestial Eyes. Still, you should have no trouble invoking the Celestial Runes."

"I don't feel any different," I muttered. The world looked clearer and more vibrant, but that was about it.

"Try carving the Rune I just showed you. It should make sense then." Anima suggested.

I complied, a hesitant tremor in my hands, unsure of the unseen force guiding them. The unfamiliarity of the Rune lingered in my mind, a cryptic puzzle waiting to be solved, yet as I swiped the air before me, a sense of innate knowledge seeped through my fingers.

A symbol glowing with the same flash of golden radiance I had witnessed before emerged from the uncertainty, its very essence emanating a soothing aura of healing and birth. My heart skipped a beat, the initial hesitation morphing into a burgeoning pride.

"I… I did it!"

Unlike the last time, this Rune wasn't hazy; it revealed itself with clarity, allowing me to see its intricate beauty. A whisper of achievement fluttered in my chest. I thought only Rudy could do this, yet I also accomplished it. I was one step closer to being able to support him! The realization brought a warmth to my cheeks.

"Yes, you did," Anima watched me as I bathed in pride and self-confidence. He smiled warmly, radiant as the sun.

"Thank you," I bowed gratefully, suddenly reminded of my manners.

"My pleasure. I'm just glad I could assist."

Reality suddenly hit me like a bolt of lightning. "But how do I return? I don't know how I arrived."

Anima chuckled, conjuring a mirror that turned into a gateway, revealing my sleeping form under a tree. "Step through, and you'll be back as if you were never here."

Just before stepping through, I glanced back. Anima was still sitting in his chair, a gentle and content smile on his face.

"Thank you so much." I bowed as Miss Lilia taught me. "Can I ever repay you somehow?"

"No, you don't have to," Anima assured, waving a hand and laughing half-heartedly. "I granted your wish on my own accord. I wish you the very best on your journey ahead, Sylphie."

"Thank you."

With a final wave, I stepped through, awakening under the tree.

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'The world. It looks so...beautiful.'

Those were my initial thoughts as my eyes fluttered open. Even blurred by the lingering haze of sleepiness, I could perceive the world unfolding before me as far more vibrant than ever before.

It's strange, really. I knew nothing had changed, except that my eyes were turned into "Celestial Eyes" or whatever those were. The sky was the same shade of grey when I fell asleep, and the grass under me poked at my back, somewhat lessened by the cloak Rudy gave me.

And yet, a newfound understanding seemed to guide my gaze. It was like playing hide and seek-I knew where to look. Trails of invisible colors circled the air, rhythmically fading in and out of sight. Occasional patches of sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of clouds, serenading the world with melodies of praise from an age long gone. My mind was more aware, and I felt more mature. Like I had aged years in the span of a single dream.

'Is this what Rudy sees?'

He could cast those hazy Runes, so he must have the same eyes as the ones gifted to me. And his were even more powerful. I couldn't comprehend what his sight was like.

I stood up, stretching my arms. The sluggishness from before was all but gone now.

'The letter must arrive today, so I'll wait at Rudy's home.'

I walked forward, a skip in my step and a warmth in my heart were my companions. That Rune, that light it gave off, made my heart feel so light and fuzzy. The scars of worry were almost non-existent now. Perhaps the world seeming more vibrant was a side effect of that? Rudy once said people are often influenced by their emotions.

As I skipped along the dirt path, the villagers crossed my path. I said hello to the people I knew, despite the pangs of discomfort it brought. Each glance towards another person sparked a flurry of colors, forming hazy images that dissolved before they could crystallize, leaving a trail of unexplainable emptiness.

Perhaps this was what Anima meant when he said my eyes were "mere shadows."

Rudy's home wasn't that far away, taking only a few minutes for me to arrive there. Like the rest of the world, tendrils of colors wrapped around its form, though the ones around here were darker, dull and menacing like the storm clouds within the horizon. Familiarity with the place tempered my hesitance as I knocked on the front door with the light, rhythmic pattern Miss Lilia had taught me. Said person was also the one to open the door after a brief pause.

"Welcome, Miss Sylphiette. Please, come in." Lilia's voice was strained, her smile forced. Before, I wouldn't have been able to tell that something was wrong, but the hues that hung around her like wraiths were a tell-tale sign something was wrong.

"Is something wrong, Miss Lilia? You seem stressed." I knew she was worried. Did the letter finally come?

"It's-" Miss Lilia started before cutting herself off, sighing as her head bowed momentarily. "No, you deserve to know as his first and only friend. A letter came from Roa today. It seems Master Rudeus has fallen gravely ill."

'So it did arrive.'

"But why didn't they hire a healer?"

Miss Lilia grimaced, the tints around her darkening another shade. "They did. It was stated in the letter they hired the best healers they could. But none of them could cure Master Rudues's ailment. Lady Zenith is currently writing a letter to her old family in Millision for assistance.

"Oh, where are my manners. I've been blocking the door. Please forgive me. Come in."

"N-no, it's fine," I assured, entering the house as Miss Lilia closed the door. "I can tell you're stressed about Rudy's condition."

"No, I should have kept composure." Miss Lilia shook her head. "You must also be uneasy after hearing the awful news. And yet, despite the unsettling information, you remain calm."

"It's thanks to your training, Miss Lilia."

"No, most of it was because of your own hard work. I only taught you the basics," she replied, moving towards the kitchen. "Would you like anything? I'm afraid Lady Zenith is busy writing her letter, and Master Paul is already preparing to leave for Roa. Aisha and Lady Norn are still asleep, so please be quiet."

"No, I don't need anything. But some water would be nice. I just ran here from the big tree."

"Water it is, then. Please wait at the table."

Miss Lilia went into the kitchen and returned a short while later, a small cup of water in her hands. She set the beverage on the table before me, turning to leave. I stopped her, a quiet urgency in my voice.

"W-wait!" Being mindful of the children sleeping, I was quiet, and it turned out more like a whisper than a yell.

"Yes? Miss Sylphiette?"

"You said Mister Paul was leaving for Roa?"

"Yes, we all are in a few days. The Master and Lady of the house were so worried they insisted on leaving as soon as possible. The urgency is palpable, and given the current lull in monster activity, the village should remain safe despite Master Paul's leave. We are also bringing Aisha and Norn since they are old enough to travel."

Rudy told me to ask to come with them, so I have to do this.

"Um, may I join you?"

"I don't foresee any issues, but your parents' consent is imperative."

"What if I convinced them?"

"Then you are welcome to join. I understand your concerns and know you've been apart from Young Master Rudeus for a year. I, too, find Master Paul's five-year separation rather stringent."

"So it's fine if I come along?!"

"Yes, as long as your parents are in agreement. I shall convince Master Paul if he declines."

"Really?! Thank you so much!" A wave of gratitude washed over me.

"It's nothing. The happiness you've brought Master Rudeus more than makes up for it," she replied, her smile genuine despite the surrounding shadows.

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In the past, Rudy told me about his trips to Roa. It's where he got all his money from, apart from the massive chests in his house that held treasures he wouldn't let me touch. Rudy said it was a colossal city with walls more than eight meters tall. The streets were always filled with goodies from far-away lands, and there were so many people he sometimes had to fly to get anywhere.

I'd never seen it since we were separated before he could take me there, but it sounded like Rudy was really impressed.

We had departed for Roa a few hours prior. The carriage ride was bumpy but not uncomfortably so. The slight swaying would have easily put me to sleep. And it did, many times.

It's been a few days since I had that weird dream about wishes. In the days that followed, I felt aloof. Or was it relaxed? That wasn't the correct word, but I don't know others to describe this sensation. I was detached from the world, often spacing out on random occasions. I once stared at the stars for an entire night without rest and didn't realize I had done it until my eyes accidentally landed on the rising sun.

Those "Celestial Eyes" Anima gave me must have warped my mind. I could understand the "Celestial Runes" Rudy carved, but I could only carve the one gifted to me.

I experimented with it in the following days, though sadly, I didn't make much progress. I could carve it effortlessly, yet that was all I could do. Rudy told me the images in my head were essential, so maybe I had to concentrate more?

A large bump in the road caused the carriage to suddenly lurch, almost making me jump in my seat. I settled down, patting my dress to smooth out any wrinkles.

"Are you alright, Young Miss Sylphiette?" Lilia's voice broke through, concern laced in her tone.

Miss Zenith and Miss Lilia were in a carriage with me, while Mister Paul was in the other with his two daughters. I assured Miss Zenith that I could take care of myself, yet she was insistent that I stay with them. My parents couldn't come along since Dad had to protect the village while Mister Paul was away.

"Yes, I'm fine. I was started by the sudden bump." I gave a sheepish smile.

"I see. You've been rather distant, Sylphie. Are you sleeping well?" Miss Zenith asked me.

"Yes, I'm sleeping well. I feel a bit detached, that's all. My eyes have also been acting up."

"Your eyes?" Miss Lilia suddenly asked. She abruptly turned to Miss Zenith, a hint of worry and suspicion in her voice. "Lady Zenith, do you think that..."

She trailed off when Miss Zenith gave a subtle gesture with her hand. Her eyes showed understanding and familiarity. Rudy said his Celestial Eyes were Demon Eyes before they changed, and it caused quite a ruckus in the house when they first activated. So it was expected that Miss Lilia and Miss Zenith would remember such a dramatic incident.

"Now, Sylphie, dear. What do you mean by your eyes acting up?" Miss Zenith asked, her tone gentle as if not to startle me.

Should I lie? No, Rudy told me you could be born with Demon Eyes. I don't know the differences between "Demon Eyes" and "Celestial Eyes," but how Rudy worded it made them sound similar. So I could tell them the truth, right?

"Um...I see colors around people."

"Colors?" Intrigued, Miss Zenith encouraged further explanation.

"Yes, colors." I pursed my lips, thinking about it. "They're like ribbons that wrap around their figures in random ways, and they change often, too! When someone's happy, they dance around their heads and become lighter. But if someone's sad, they're like shadows that pool around their feet."

"I see." Miss Zenith nodded, something like certainty settling in her eyes.

"U-um... Is there something wrong with me?" I hesitantly asked.

"Oh, no. Nothing's wrong with you, sweetie." Miss Zenith assured, patting my head. The pigments around her weaved through her fingers like playing tag. "If it's what we think it is, then it's nothing to worry about. You're just special."

"Really?"

"Yes. Rudy went through something similar when he was young. So it's nothing to worry about." Miss Zenith sighed. Her colors pooled, dimming instantly like when clouds blocked out the sun. "But I'm really concerned about him now."

"We all are, Lady Zenith." Miss Lilia maintained a calm exterior, but her pooling hues were the same shade as Miss Zenith's. "We can only hope for the best."

"It's just so frustrating." Colors suddenly flared up, almost like in anger. They formed jagged and broken branches like shards of broken glass around Miss Zenith's feet. I almost instantly recoiled from shock. Just as abruptly, the shades sagged, almost like in defeat. "The letter to Millision will take months to arrive, and it'll take many more for the healer to actually be dispatched. What's worse, they might simply deny my request.

"I didn't leave on good terms with my mother, but I can only pray she will set aside our differences." Miss Zenith interlocked her hands and put her head on them, whispering quiet prayers. "Please, Saint Millis. Let my son live."

Miss Lilia placed a comforting hand on Miss Zenith's back. Her eyes were closed as if she was praying with Miss Zenith. "I'm sure Young Master Rudeus will be fine. I will personally make sure of it. It's the least I can do to repay the kindness he showed me."

I, too, was worried. Closing my eyes, I thought back to that dream, a scene straight from a fairy tale. The ancient tree and the dwelling on its branches, along with the Star of Wishes calling it home. He granted my wish, so I can't expect another. But still...

'Please, I beg of you. Star of Wishes, let Rudy recover.'

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It took another few hours for us to arrive in Roa. By then, it was already afternoon. The tall gates and grand walls stretched to form a ring around the entire city. Though they were majestic in their own right, I felt somewhat... disappointed. Rudy had used his silver tongue to make Roa seem like a mythical city straight from legends. But in reality, it was duller than he described.

It was still a towering city, though. One larger than I had ever seen. There was a line of carriages near the front gate, though our carriage didn't mind them and kept going.

"Um, Miss Zenith?"

"Yes, Sylphie?"

"Why are those people waiting in line?" I asked, pointing at a long and winding trail of people.

"That's the waiting area for the stagecoach. It's what most people use to travel between cities."

"Why don't we need to stop there?"

"Because the city's lord sent this carriage to pick us up. We have special privileges."

As we went deeper into the city, more and more shops flowed past my eyes. The buildings were getting more expensive-looking, too. We soon made our way to a large clearing filled with people. Most were dressed in fancy-looking clothes.

"There are so many shops..." I muttered.

"That's where we're going." Miss Zenith pointed at the large castle in the tallest part of the city. "That's where Rudy lives."

"That entire castle?" I asked in amazement. Rudy didn't tell me much about where he was staying in Roa, only that he was staying with the Miss he was teaching. I never knew he would live in somewhere so large.

"Well, he has his own room. But I think he's free to roam around the manor however he wishes."

The horses neighed, and the carriage stopped.

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The inside of the castle was just as grand as the outside. We were led into the manor by a well-dressed man called Alphonse. It was decorated with paintings and various other art pieces, and fancy curtains covered the windows.

"Please wait here. The Young Master shall see you soon."

We were led to a room with two sofas lined up together. Miss Zenith and Mister Paul sat down while Miss Lilia stood to the side. Norn was twiddling her fingers on Miss Zenith's lap, and Aisha sulkily stood by Miss Lilia. I took a seat on the end of the two sofas.

The well-dressed man soon returned with a jar and some cups. He poured a steaming cup for each of the ones who were seated. Miss Zenith took the cup offered to her with a curt "thank you." I mirrored her actions, thanking the butler when he gave me mine.

Mister Paul didn't seem to care much for the drink, though. And I wasn't fond of it, either. It tasted bitter and had a weird aftertaste. Rudy often drank this "tea," though I don't understand why he likes it. He said I'll grow to like it when I grow up, but I don't think that's gonna happen.

Lilia and Aisha didn't get offered one, though. So I felt a little sorry for them.

"Are they here yet?!"

A booming voice was accompanied by a raging torrent of colors. The colors looked free-spirited and wild, touched with the jaggedness of anger.

"They've arrived?! Good! I was getting tired of waiting!"

The doors burst open with a gust of wind, and a tall man with greying hair confidently strolled into the room. His face looked irritated when he saw Mister Paul.

"Good to see you again, Sauros. Still as lively as ever, I see?" Mister Paul greeted the man, standing up.

"Hmph!" The man huffed loudly, seemingly offended by his greeting. "And it seems you still haven't learned how to respect your elders, brat!"

"Yeah, sorry about that." Mister Paul whistled, the wisps of colors around him seeming more amused to me than sorry.

The man stomped his foot on the ground. I think I heard a crack. "Listen here. Normally, I wouldn't even consider letting you in my manor, but since your son is ill, I will make an exception! At least your son is a good-mannered young man! So stay out of my sight and go back to that village of yours as soon as you're done!"

"Yeah, got it.."

After huffing loudly once more and stomping his foot on the ground, the loud man left.

Shortly after, another figure framed the doorway—a man of slight build, bearing a faint resemblance to the intimidating man who had just exited.

"I thought you'd arrived, Paul. Father was in an even thunderous mood." His gaze shifted to the young girls. "These must be your daughters?"

"Yes, they are. Norn and Aisha"

Aisha executed a polished curtsy, the hem of her dress lifted delicately, while Norn offered a mumbled "Nice to meet you" at Miss Zenith's encouragement.

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet my nieces." His gaze landed on Zenith. "Good to see you, too, Zenith. Has Paul been treating you alright?"

"He's been fine." Miss Zenith responded curtly, standing up and giving her greetings.

"Good, good." The man turned towards me. "So you must be Sylphiette, Rudeus's childhood friend?"

"Yes." I curtsied as Miss Lilia taught me. "It's nice to meet you. I am Sylphiette."

His laughter was light as he commented, "Well, you are certainly polite. It seems Rudeus's company has had a positive influence. Perhaps you should take a leaf out of her book, Paul. Even a country girl has better manners."

"H-hey!" Protest laced Mister Paul's voice as he attempted to defend himself against the light banter, the colors around him flickering with embarrassment.

"Ah-ha." The young man chuckled. Then his tone sobered. "Well, that's enough light conversation. Let us set aside the pleasantries. You've waited long enough. I'll lead you to Rudeus's room."

As we were about to leave, I heard the faint yelling of an argument unfolding. It seemed to be coming from the front gates and was slowly escalating to the point where threats were being exchanged. The young man looked at his butler.

"Alphonse. What is going on?"

"I apologize, Young Lord. There is a carriage requesting entrance to the manor. It belongs to the Third Prince of the Shirone Kingdom."

"The Third Prince? The kingdom's blessed child?" The young man asked, his tone filled with suspicion. "What business could he possibly have here?"

"He wishes to see Lord Rudeus. He claims he is his student."

"How preposterous. Rudeus has not left Roa for the entirety of his stay here. Please ensure the guards handle it."

"That would be unwise, Young Lord. They have a capable Mage who is also requesting entrance. I'm sure you have heard of Roxy Migurdia, Young Lord?"

"Wait!" Miss Zenith suddenly cut in, "Did you say Roxy Migurdia?"

"I did. Young Miss." The butler responded.

"Let them in." Miss Zenith's voice was firm.

"Zenith, are you-"

"We can vouch for Roxy Migurdia. She is Rudy's teacher." Miss Zenith interjected, cutting off any protests.

Phillip looked at them quizzingly before signing. "Let them in, Alphonse. But keep a guard with them."

"As you wish, Young Lord."

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Zanoba

Recently, the Shirone capital has been in uproar. I was never mindful of the city's status, choosing to be immersed in the wonders of doll-making. But the reason for the distress affected me, shaking my entire world. So, for once, I paid attention to the ling's people.

Animus Animusphere, the second Court Mage of the Shirone Kingdom and my Master, had been assassinated. By whom, nobody knew. But all in the city were made clear that Animus was a talented and powerful mage. For someone to have sneaked into the room and killed him without a sound...it was more than distressing.

My Master, the person I respected more than anyone, one I would risk my entire body and soul for, was dead. Well, not exactly. He told me "Animus" was just a doll and that he wasn't killed. Still, the sudden shock left me harrowed, and I would have spent many months mourning the loss of both my Master and his living doll. But I didn't.

Why? You ask? It's simple, really. Master left me with a task, even gifting me the treasured sword he got as a present from his father, all so I could see his non-doll body in Roa, the largest city in the Fittoa Region. When he told me to do so, his voice was raspy, and he was already half-dead. However, not even a fool could mistake the urgency and importance that his voice stressed.

So, I swallowed my sadness and mourning. Those can come later when I make sure Master is safe. Without hesitation, I called Ginger and ordered her to pack my things and arrange a carriage. She complied, though there was an odd emotion in her eyes.

It's been a few days since Master was assassinated, and even in that short time, the rumors spread like wildfires. I couldn't care less about those, however. Let the peasants think what they want. I have an order Master gave me. I would make sure to execute it to the best of my abilities.

Hmm. Speaking of packing, I wasn't the only one preparing to leave. Another was to come with me when I made this journey, as per my Master's requests. Roxy Migurdia, the first Court Mage. I have yet to inquire what her relation with Master is, but from how Master acted around her, she was someone of importance.

Presently, we were walking towards the king's throne room, carrying bags containing the necessities for travel. Packing took us only two days, but even that time was too long.

"I hope Rudy's okay..." The petite girl whispered from behind me, a layer of worry lacing her voice.

"Miss Roxy, may I inquire about your relation to Master?" The question escaped my lips before I could contain my curiosity.

"Oh—right, I never did get around to that, did I? I suppose I've been a bit... out of sorts as well." She halted, her hands coming to rest against her cheeks, as if grounding herself. "Sorry, I'm rambling, aren't I? If Animus truly is who he claims, I was once his magic tutor."

"I see, I see." I nodded, absorbing her words. A moment passed before their weight fully settled in my mind, leaving me frozen in realization.

"I know it may sound far-fetched, but he was my student. His talent was unmistakable, surpassing even mine before I realized it. To think he was right here all along..." Her voice trailed off, a mix of disbelief and nostalgia playing in her eyes. "Prince Zanoba?"

The revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning. Roxy Migurdia was my Master's teacher. He'd once spoken of considering only three as his "Master," yet he never revealed the name of the last. How could I have overlooked such vital information? I felt a wave of shame rushing to encompass my soul like dark clouds shrouding the sky; my ignorance tarnished my Master's name!

"Oh...Oh... Ohhhh...!" My body moved on its own, falling to my knees before her. I must repent at her feet! This is the only way I can redeem my blunder!

"W-what are you doing?!" Panic flitted across her face.

"Please accept my sincerest apologies. I had no idea you were my Master's Master!"

"U-um... Please, stop groveling! You're this kingdom's prince! What if someone sees this?!"

"No, I must do this! By not recognizing your brilliance, I have cast a looming shadow over Master's perfection! Please allow me the honor of calling you Grand Master, Lady Roxy!"

"N-no!" She protested, her cheeks flushing. "Rudeus learned what he taught you on his own. I just taught him the basics of magic! I have no right to claim that title!"

"Impossible! Master's tone always holds deep respect when he speaks of you! You must be a mage of the highest caliber! I implore you, grant this unworthy one the right to call you Grand Master!"

"A-aright! Just please! Stop groveling at my feet!" The plea in her voice was palpable.

"Ah! Of course! If that is your wish, Grand Master!"

...

The king's throne room was, as always, dull. It was a great pity the one who sired me did not possess a taste for the finer arts. The banners lining the walls all held the Shrirone Insignia, and so many hung next to each other it seemed repetitive. If the king thought to add a master-crafted figure or two, it would make everything much livelier.

Just imagine it: two rows of figures leading to the king, all crafted by artists of the highest caliber. If that actually happened, I might try to fight for the throne just for this room.

We entered the throne room briskly, brushing past all the guards. After the tens of times I acted out, they learned not to bother me without their proper equipment. However, thanks to my Master's training, those have become useless against me. Fire is my weakness, but now I can cast ice spells to counter them.

The number of guards had increased. It was a subtle increase in number, one surely caused by the assassination of a Court Mage. No matter. If combat were to break out, Grand Master and I could surely handle them. I'm not speaking of hubris. Master taught me well in terms of magical combat.

The various knights stationed around the room watched our movements with suspicion. The lingering effects of Master's "death" have yet to wear off. For the past couple of days, everyone's been skittish and nervous. The king himself seemed weary, both worried about what enemies he could have incurred and saddened such a talented Court Mage was lost.

"Zanoba."

"Father."

The king's gaze, though aged and drained, still held firm. As expected from a king who ruled the Shirone Kingdom for decades. I, however, wasn't about to bend, either.

"I have a request."

"What is it?" The king sighed, massaging his nose.

"I wish to visit Roa, the largest city in the Fittoa reign of Asura."

There was a pause in the king's pose: A subtle raise in his eyebrows and his eyes clouded with disbelief. As quickly as they appeared, though, they vanished.

"You can not." The king's response was quick, almost instantaneous, despite the seemingly shocked state he was in before.

"And why not?" I asked, an icy edge to my voice.

"Your Master was assassinated, Zanoba!" The king bellowed from his spot on the throne. "We have no idea who could have done such a thing! For all we know, that could be but a warning! One of the neighboring countries might be planning a war! If that were to happen, you would be essential to turn its tides. And, if the reports on your progress from Lord Animusphere are reality, you are more invaluable than ever. Advance-ranked mages are not rare, but those who can cast without incantations are one in a million!"

"Though it honors me to know you hold me in such high regard, Father, I must and will make this trip." I clutched my travel bags. They would have turned to mush if I couldn't control my strength. "This was the very last order given to me by Master. I will honor his dying wish and do what he asked."

"Are you even thinking, Zanoba?!" The king bellowed from his throne, going so far as to stand up in annoyance. "What happens if your absence causes this country to fall? What shall you do if the royal family is slaughtered because of your ignorance?!"

"I do not care, Father," Irritation shone through my tone as cold anger began bubbling within the pit of my stomach. So what if this nation collapses? I hold no significant attachments. Master shall never be more important than some petty war between countries. The knights standing guard in the room sensed my changing mood. Ever so subtly, they shifted their grips on their blades. "I will journey to Roa, with or without your assistance. And Grand Master Roxy will be joining me, as per her own request."

"Wha-" The king spluttered, words refusing to form, but I didn't think in rage. He whispered to himself so lightly that not even the guards behind us could hear. This was unlike him. I caught a few words of his self-musings. "It's just as that god said..."

"Pardon. Did you say something, Father?"

"Nothing." The king denied it with a shake of his head. "Court Mage Roxy Migurdia. Is what Zanoba says the truth?"

"It is, Your Majesty." Grand Master took off her hat, bowing as she spoke. "I have recently received credible information that my former student has contracted an unknown disease. Since I am advanced rank in healing magic, I should be able to alleviate his pain. Just by chance, he happens to be in Roa, the same city where Prince Zanoba is heading. So he graciously offered to pay for my travel expenses."

"I see..." The king muttered, "How kind of you, Zanoba."

"Uncharacteristically so" went unsaid.

"I would like to request a month's vacation from my duties as Court Mage and visit my student."

The king seemed hesitant, but he eventually sighed in defeat. "...request granted. We can not tie you down if you wish to leave. The Shirone Kingdom can not afford to lose another talented mage."

"And me, Father?" I asked.

"It is already playing out as he prophesized. I might as well..." The king's shoulder slumped as he eventually came to a conclusion and muttered dully to himself. "Fine. Arrange a carriage. I will grant you one month's leave from this kingdom."

"Thank you, Father."

...

...

...

Roxy

I often wonder: why is it that I'm so attached to Rudy as a teacher? I never cared about the students I taught before him so much that I would willingly abandon a well-paying job. But Rudy was never an ordinary boy, was he? I've been reminded time and time again that he's a genius of the highest caliber. It's almost depressing, really.

Is that why I care so much for him? So I can flaunt my title as his teacher when he gets famous? I'd be lying if the thought never crossed my mind before, but no. No, I don't have the right to do so. As I've said countless times, I only taught him the basics. The things he has accomplished... I could never hope to compare to them.

"Animusphere," the last name of a wealthy noble who was exceptionally gifted in creating Magical Implements and Items. He popped up a few years ago, yet nobody even knew his appearance until a few years ago. His sudden rise to prominence was as sudden and quick as he was talented. I've heard many rumors the Ranoa University of Magic has been desperate to locate him and offer him a scholarship.

It was now a widely known fact Lord Animus Animusphere had become a Court Mage of the Shirone Kingdom. I have no doubt that the University sent a letter to Latakia, but Lord Animusphere was assassinated before he received it.

Right before the light faded from his eyes and his body decayed, Lord Animusphere gave us his sword and told us a secret he had kept hidden. "Animusphere" was just a fake identity he conjured up. His real name was Rudeus Greyrat, my former student.

It was like being struck by the new spell I had learned a while back, "Lightning." It was almost impossible for me to connect Lord Animusphere, the mature and talented Court Mage, to Rudy, my sweet yet oddly precocious student. Though they did have similarities. Their faces were similar, as were their voices. The way Lord Animusphere spoke would also sometimes resemble Rudy's tone of speech.

How did Rudy change his appearance so much? No, that's a stupid question. Lord Animusphere crafted and sold many items, and among those included a hairclip to change one's hair color. I don't doubt Rudy used something more advanced to alter his entire facial structure.

But that alone shows how mature and talented Rudy is, right? He took up a student when he was eight. Eight! And I've heard from his letters that he might have more! He said he taught an elf girl before getting sent to Roa to teach a young noblewoman and Beastfolk woman.

How did he juggle having so many students? And, if his letters are all facts, they were all doing well in their studies. I can only handle one student at a time, maybe two at maximum. And they must live near each other. Rudy has four students on separate sides of the continent!

Ugh... Just thinking about it is enough for me to feel dizzy. The swaying carriage is only making my head spin even more. We've been on the road for two days already, and that time was mainly spent in silence, except for the occasional comment from Prince Zanoba about a doll he brought along. It was suffocating, and the atmosphere was so awkward I wanted to bury myself in a hole. Still, there was something I wanted to know. It had been nagging at me since Rudy "died."

"Prince Zanoba. Could I ask you something, Your Highness?"

Instantly, the thin prince's attention was diverted from his figurine. He carefully placed it in a safe corner of the carriage and bowed at my feet. "Yes! Grand Master! What is it that you wish to ask of me?"

"P-please stop that!"

"If that is your wish, Grand Master!" He sat up and crossed his legs. How quickly he did it was almost frightening.

How did Rudy manage to deal with Prince Zanoba is beyond me. He said it was pretty easy when he got to know the prince, but even when I befriended him, he was still quirky and uncontrollable. It must be his skill and Prince Zanoba's deep-seated respect for him.

"A-anyway, before Rudy-I mean Lord Animusphere died, he said something about a "living doll." I was wondering if you knew anything about that, Your Highness."

"Ah, yes! But you don't have to refer to me as 'Your Highness.' I am but a humble student of your student. Refer to me however you wish."

"...Okay, if you insist..." I don't think I have the heart to do that. "But could you tell me what you know?"

"Yes! Of course!" Prince Zanoba nodded furiously. I was half expecting his glasses to fly off. Miraculously, they stayed on his nose. "I do not understand the complexity of it, but Master split his soul and implanted a shard of it into a special doll."

"He did what?!" Rudy did what?! He split his soul?! Does he even know how prohibited that is? Magic dealing with souls and life are generally discriminated against and considered forbidden. Oh, I can only hope his experiments escape the ears of the Millis Church. He would be executed without mercy if they knew about him. Prince Zanoba, however, seemed to pay no mind to my worries. He kept lecturing passionately about how much he respected Rudy.

"Yes, it was a great shock to me as well! I never knew dolls could be moving, living beings! It was so real, not even I could tell the difference!" The expression on his face showed that Prince Zanoba showed nothing but respect for Rudy. It was almost like an obsession.

"D-do you know how Rudy-I mean Lord Animusphere did such a thing?" I hesitantly asked, my voice shaky with the shock of the new amount of almost unbelievable information provided by my student's student.

"I am deeply sorry for my ignorance, Grand Master. But I do not know the secret arts my Master used. And I think that is only right! My unworthy hands should not even be permitted in its presence!" Something almost seemed to click within Prince Zanoba's mind. His figure seemed to shoot up in excitement. "But I do remember Master once said the secret lay in the Runes he could carve."

"The Runes he carved?"

"Yes!" Prince Zanoba nodded, a proud and almost smug grin spread across his face. "Master so graciously imparted the art of Runecraft onto me. But the ones he can invoke are on a whole other level. A single one could shine as bright as the sun or produce infinite water and food! If there's anything I would describe as a "miracle," they would be it."

"That sounds... incredible." I don't know if I can take his words at face value. His respect and loyalty for Rudy might be warping his perception slightly. But still, even if they were exaggerated, it sounded like a feat I couldn't manage.

"Yes, it is indeed!" The thin prince nodded furiously once more and silenced himself, content with admiring the figures he had brought along on his trip. Another period of awkward silence settled within the carriage.

"Grand Master. If you are satisfied with my answer, could I ask something myself?" Prince Zanoba spoke up, still delicately examining the figure held in his hands. His tone was curious, with an undertone of hidden excitement. "You were my Master's teacher. What was he like when he was younger?"

I was not expecting such a personal question, so it took me a few seconds to gather my thoughts. Still, what Rudy was like when he was a child, huh? I never thought about that much since it was in my past, but...

"Hmm... The best word to describe him back then would be... precocious."

"Ah-ha! I expected something similar!" Prince Zanoba nodded, his eyes still glued on the doll he was working on. He carved Rune after Rune on the doll's limbs and body, slowly shaping them into appendages that blurred the line between art and living beings. And, using wordless casting, he polished the figure, making it sheen with the allure of actual skin. It was fascinating and scary. Rudy's effectiveness in teaching was frightening. Just a few years back, there were rumors of a head-ripping prince who broke anything he held. Yet here sat the exact figure of royalty, intricately molding clay.

"Rudy was always so mature back then. He was my best student by far, understanding what I taught as soon as words left my mouth. At age five, he already become my equal in magic. And now, he has long since left me in the dust." I smiled subconsciously. It was a mix between self-pity, nostalgia, and fondness. "But there was something he was afraid of back then."

"Truly?!" Prince Zanoba's eye left the figure he was working on. He sat straight, staring at me as I continued despite the uncomfortableness. "What could scare Master so much?!"

"I'm not sure it was just one thing, but he seemed terrified of leaving his house." Back then, I thought he was scared of the horse we would ride on, but thinking back on it now, that isn't the case. "He was smart, sure, but he was also skittish back then. He had this look of fear when he stared beyond the fence gate, and he never left the house unless it was absolutely necessary."

"To think Master was once plagued with such fright!" Prince Zanoba exclaimed, almost weeping. It was so exaggerated I'd have thought it was sarcasm if I didn't know about his loyalty to Rudy and his personality. "But surely he has conquered this fear? I never got the impression he was afraid on the training grounds. Still, I wonder what could have caused Master to develop such a phobia."

"I don't know. Rudy was like that when I started teaching him, so it developed before I knew him..." I pressed a finger to my chin. Causes of going outside. Maybe monsters? Rudy didn't see monsters often, but I'm pretty sure Mister Paul told him stories about how he killed monsters to protect the village to seem cool in front of his son. "Anyways, that's a worry of the past. Rudy has obviously gotten over his fear. We should worry about his current illness or whatever is affecting him."

"Ah, yes." Prince Zanoba nodded solemnly, but then something steeled in his eyes. "But I'm certain Master will be fine. I will bet my finest doll on it."

"How can you be so certain?"

"Well, if Master is as brilliant as you say, even as a child, then I have no doubt he will pull through some minor illness."

"I... hope you're right, Your Highness."

"As I said, please call me whatever you wish."

...

The gates of Roa were just as grand as I remember them. The last time I was here, I was trying to secure a well-paying job. But I don't have to worry about money now, so it's more like a distant memory.

Our carriage headed for the regional lord's manor, not stopping to banter with merchants or have a light-hearted conversation with the locals. Excitement was bubbling out of control in my stomach. Finally, after four years, I'll see my student again.

Abruptly, the carriage stopped. The voice of a guard echoed through the carriage.

"Halt! Please state your name and your business with this manor!"

"We would like to request entrance." The stagecoach's driver replied politely. "This is the carriage of the Shirone Kingdom's Third Prince, Zanoba Shirone. He wishes to visit a close friend housed within the manor."

"What is the name of this acquaintance?"

I could see the driver struggling with this question. We neglected to mention Rudy's name to cover his tracks, but this would cause trouble.

"Rudeus Greyrat!" I poked my head out from the stagecoach, answering for the one holding the reigns. "I'm his magical teacher and tutor. My name is Roxy Migurdia. Could you please bring Rudy to us?"

"You are friends with Lord Rudeus?" The guard asked, surprise tinting his voice.

"Yes! Master even gave us his sword!" Prince Zanoba pulled out Rudy's sword from a bag he had packed.

"I see. That is indeed Lord Rudeus's sword. However, I apologize. As per the lord's request, we cannot allow you entrance."

"May I ask why not?" I asked.

"Lord Rudeus has fallen gravely ill." The guard responded, sounding regretful. "To prevent the spread of the disease, no one is allowed to enter or leave the manor."

"There's no need to worry," I assured them. "I know advanced rank healing magic. I may be able to alleviate Rudy's pain."

The guard shook his head sadly. "Unfortunately, we have hired many healers of the advanced rank. None had any effect on Lord Rudeus's condition. I apologize, but I must ask you to leave."

"No." A voice from behind me spoke up. Prince Zanoba stepped out from the carriage, the glare from the sun reflecting on his glasses. "I am the Third Prince of the Shirone Kingdom. I demand entry to this manor."

"P-Prince Zanoba! Please, settle down!" The few guards that came with us trailed behind the thin prince, trying to cool his anger.

"No, I will not. Master gave me this order. We gave you proof we are Master's acquaintances. Please allow us entry."

"That may be true, but the regional lord has-"

"Have you ever heard of 'the Prince who Rips Necks?" Zanoba asked, his voice cold.

"Y-Yes." The guard responded. "W-wait, aren't you-"

"I have not dislocated someone's head from their shoulders for over an entire year. So allow us entry, or your head is gone from your shoulders. It's your choice."

I shivered. That voice... it was creepy. Prince Zanoba's thin frame only made him seem more intimidating. He spoke of murder as if it were nothing. Granted, he hadn't killed anyone for a long time, but that was because Rudy was there to reign him in.

The guard was shivering in his armor. "P-please wait here. I will inform the regional lord."

He quickly ran inside, his armor clanking as he did.

A few minutes later, he returned. Two more guards were with him.

"The lord has granted you entry. Please, follow us."

...

...

...

Third Person

The walk inside the manor was tense for the two visitors. Two guards were stationed at their sides, showing the suspicion the regional lord held for unwanted guests. Still, Roxy noted, it was luck they were granted entry at all. They had arrived abruptly and without warning, with only a sword to prove their connections.

"S-So, umm...what has Rudy been doing before he fell ill?" The blue-haired mage was still nervous. But, she thought, perhaps some light conversation would relieve her of that?

"Ah, yes. Lord Rudeus had been well." The leading guard said. "He had minor troubles with teaching the Young Mistress, but those were resolved rather quickly by Lord Rudeus's cunningness."

"Oh, I see." Roxy fell silent again, not knowing how to start a conversation in the almost suffocating atmosphere.

"Well, will you be taking us to Master?" A voice spoke up. It was impatient but still held an air of royalty. As expected from a prince raised around people of noble birth. Still, Zanoba rarely acted like the high-standing royal he was, so maybe this was just Roxy's imagination.

"Please wait, Prince Zanoba." The guard's voice held a carefully hidden nervousness. They had no wish to offend a foreign prince, so the guards gave him a wide berth. Of course, the rumors of Shirone's "head-ripping prince" also decided why they weren't rubbing their helmeted cheeks against him. "We must first bring you to see the manor's lord. Please understand, this is protocol."

"I see." Zanoba's response was curt as always when speaking with those of little significance in his eyes. "Then please proceed with haste."

The two were led into a room with two sofas lined up against each other. Roxy recognized a majority of the people who sat on them. Paul and Zenith, her former employers and parents to Rudeus Greyrat. Lilia, the maid they had hired. Three faces were new, but it didn't require much brain power to guess who they were. The two younger girls both resembled Paul, and the white-haired elf girl was the same one described in Rudeus's letters.

"Roxy! How good it is to see you again!" Zenith, Rudeus's mother, lept from her seat to suffocate the mage in her chest.

"Y-Yes, it's good to see you, too, Miss Zenith."

"Oh, none of that. We're friends, right? Just Zenith is fine."

Not knowing how to respond, Roxy dumbly nodded.

"Oh, and who's this?" Zenith pointed at Zanoba, whose form was ever so subtly shaking with emotion.

"Right! This is-"

"Oh, oh... Ohhh!" Like a cross between a puppet with its strings cut and a flailing fish out of the water, Zanoba dropped to his knees, bowing so low his head left a literal indent in the wooden floor. "I am Zanoba Shirone, third prince of the Shirone Kingdom! Am I right to assume you are the mother of Rudeus Greyrat?!"

"Y-Yes, I am. Why do you ask?" A little taken aback, Zenith answered nonetheless, causing Zanoba to bury his head deeper into the wood-made floor. The boards creeked and produced sounds that they never should. Zenith, a little weirded out, stepped back.

"A pleasure to meet you! I am greatly indebted to your son! It is an honor to meet the parents of the one I respect most!"

At this point, everyone in the room was a little freaked out, to where Paul even stood up in case he needed to protect his wife. Though Zanoba held no vindictivity in his aura. He continued bowing with his head stuck to the floor.

"Uh..." Zenith leaned to whisper into Roxy's ear. "What am I supposed to do here?"

"Just tell him to stand up and stop acting like this." Roxy had an entire year to get used to the prince, so she somewhat knew how to deal with his intricacies.

"Please stand up, Prince Zanoba."

"As you wish!" As abruptly as he bowed, Zanoba stood up, not a scratch on his face except the dust on the floor.

"Ahem." The regional lord, Philip, coughed into his fist. "I welcome you to Roa, Prince Zanoba. It is an honor to have you in my humble city. Now, may I ask why you are here?"

"Of course." Zanoba nodded, his expression as serious as it could be. "My Master told me to come here for reasons unknown."

"Oh? As absurd as it may sound, is your Master Rudeus Greyrat?"

"Yes, precisely! I have spent one year under the apprenticeship of my Master. I came as quickly as possible when I heard he was ill."

"Is this true, Roxy?" Zenith turned to the blue-haired mage.

"Yes. Prince Zanoba is telling the truth."

"I see." Philip nodded as if confirming his suspicions. Still, he was suspicious, hence why he has yet to dismiss the guards. "Well, as preposterous as it sounds, if Lord Rudeus's own teacher vouches, I have no reason to falsify your claims. Come, come. I apologize if you were expecting refreshments, but that will have to wait. I shall take you all to Rudeus's room now."

...

As the large group went about the large manor, the winding halls were almost dizzying. If they were clear-headed, it would have been nowhere near as confusing. However, their minds were all clouded with worry and nervousness.

After scaling another set of stairs, they arrived before a humble door. It was nowhere as luxurious as Philip's room but fancier than the Beastfolk servants, with a simple iron lock and handle.

"Alphonse. The key."

"Right away, sir." From his pocket, the butler produced a key. It slid into the keyhole, clicking as the pins locked in place. Finally, the door opened, and everyone breathed a breath they didn't know they were holding.

People spilled into the dimly lit room, watching the surroundings. This wasn't Rudeus's original bedroom he was given, but rather a quarantine chamber. The windows were all covered with curtains, and no candles were lit. Yet the people inside the room could see perfectly fine. The walls and floor were all made of cold, grey stone. The bed, too, was crafted from marble instead of silken sheets.

There were no decorations within the room, not even a table or chair. Still, two people sat on stone stools personally brought in. Ghislaine sat in the far corner, watching as everyone looked around. Eris, on the other hand, stood up, almost in outrage.

"Father! What is all this?!"

"Eris, dear. These are Rudeus's family and friends. I told you they were coming to visit, didn't I?"

"I get it! But why are there so many of them?!" Eris asked, scanning all the people in the room.

"Well, Rudeus has many connections," Philip answered.

"Hmph. Alright, I get it." Without needing to be reminded, Eris performed a curtsy. "My name is Eris Boreas Greyrat. It's a pleasure to meet all of you."

"Uh, Philp? I thought you said your daughter was 'uncontrollable?'" Paul leaned to whisper into Philp's ear. "She looks like a good enough lady to me."

"Oh, she was. But Rudeus somehow taught her manners were important. I owe a great debt to him for that." Philip muttered back. "Eris, thank you for the introduction. But I'm afraid everyone will have to wait a while to introduce themselves. I hope you understand."

"Yeah, sure. Introductions are dumb anyway." With a huff, the red-haired girl turned to the person lying on the bed.

"Though, unfortunately, her original personality is difficult to change," Philip murmured. "Now, don't let me keep you waiting. Rudeus is on that bed over there."

In an instant, everyone crowded around the stone bed. It looked far from comfortable, which caused a bit of muttering.

"Philip, why is my son sleeping on a slab of rock?" Paul asked with a dangerous tone in his voice.

Without answering, Philip produced a handkerchief from his shirt pocket. "Here," he handed it to Paul. "Place this on Rudeus's forehead."

Confused but still willing, Paul did as he asked. He retracted his hand as soon as the handkerchief touched Rudeus's head. Why? It burst into flames, turning into black ashes. "Wh-what?!"

"We wanted to make Rudeus as comfortable as we could. However, his illness prevented us from doing so. As you can see, he burns anything he touches."

"My Lord, I think we should be asking, is the person before us even Lord Rudeus?" Lilia spoke up, her hands covering her mouth as they slightly shook.

Indeed, the person on the table looked nothing like the Rudeus they remembered. Light brown hair had been replaced with white. His face was several shades paler, though it still held the same structure. All his clothes were gone and burned away, except his signature white cloak still wrapped around his body.

"Yes, I am sure of it." Philip sighed, staring at the young boy lying on the hard rock bed. "Rudeus has been asleep for seven days, and his hair gradually turned white over that period. The healers I hired all said it was because of Mana Exhaustion. His clothes burned away around the fourth day he went into a coma."

"Mana Exhaustion?" Zenith asked. "How does that make sense? He's sleeping. He can't use magic!"

"He is." Roxy suddenly realized, her mind returning to when the handkerchief burst into flames. "He's using his Mana to burn anything that comes into contact with him."

"Yes. I'm shocked you figured that out so quickly. It took the healers a day to come to that conclusion. Perhaps I wasted money hiring those fools." Philip muttered regretfully. "We don't know what his illness entails, but after many days of searching, we uncovered a disease similar to Rudeus's symptoms. Nobody has contracted it for thousands of years, so it's hardly mentioned. But it's called 'Petrification Syndrome.'"

"Petrification Syndrome? What's that?" Paul asked.

"It's an illness that turned the infected into magic crystals. However, it only infects pregnant women, so Rudeus can't have this condition." Philp grimaced. "The disease Rudeus has contracted seems to be forcefully expelling his Mana."

"Okay, and that means?" Paul asked. He was starting to get impatient, as shown by his tone.

"It's dangerous," Roxy answered before Philip could. And since she was more knowledgeable in the magic arts, Philip allowed her to continue. "Living things need Mana to survive. If we don't have enough of it, we will die."

"Yes, that's precisely what the healers said." Philip nodded solemnly. "It is lucky Rudeus has such a large Mana Pool. He would have already died if he didn't."

"But you don't know what he has contracted?" Zenith asked.

"Unfortunately, we do not." Philip shook his head. "The servants are all scanning the library, and we have even sent requests to the Asuran Royal Library. However, we have yet to receive concrete results."

"Then, perhaps I can shed some light on this?"

An unfamiliar voice echoed through the room, unknown to all except two. The air shifted as golden particles swirled and concentrated in the corner of the room. Ghislaine sensed the disturbance and lept from her stone seat, her blade gripped tightly in her hand. "Master Philip. Please get back."

An elderly gentleman manifested in a flurry of sparkles, causing the lone elf in the room to widen her eyes at the familiarity of the scene. It was like when Rudy first appeared before her as her Servant. "Well, this is quite the group."

"State your business," Ghislaine ordered, her blade already drawn and ready to strike.

The grey-bearded man chuckled. "Please, put your sword away, Miss. I mean no harm here. If you don't believe me, you may ask the two with their mouths agape."

Roxy and Zanoba did have their mouths open in shock. It's been a few months since they last saw this face, and even when they did, it was for brief moments. He never stuck around for too long, even though he was Rudeus's contracted Servant.

"Lord Zelrech. It is a pleasure to see you again. Did you sense that Master was ill, as well?" Zanoba asked.

"Yes, indeed. As a Servant, I can tell the condition of my Master." Zelrech nodded, a complex look plastered on his face.

"This person is trustable. Please, lower your sword." Roxy insisted.

"Hmm, if you both say that." Philip considered his opinions. Finally, he decided to go along with Roxy's words. "Ghislaine. Please lower your sword. But be wary just in case."

"As you wish." The tanned Beastfolk sheathed her sword, though she kept a hand on its handle.

"Ah, so cold." Zelrech laminated. "But I have yet to introduce myself. Greetings, I am Zelrech of the Kaleidoscope, the familiar spirit of Rudeus Greyrat."

"Familiar Spirit?" Philip asked.

"Yes. I assume all of you are familiar with the eleven spirits of Perugius in power and manifestation? I am similar in nature to them. My Master summoned me using ancient spells, and I am bound to him by celestial oath."

It was a bold claim, but Zanoba and, more importantly, Roxy knew this person was telling the truth. The family had spent two years with the blue-haired mage, and they knew she was trustworthy, if nothing else. Still, the shock that their son had a familiar matching the ones of legend was a bold from the blue.

"What has our little boy been doing these past years..." Zenith muttered.

"I'm starting to regret sending him somewhere we can't keep an eye on him," Paul muttered.

"Wait." A small voice spoke up. Sylphie looked Zelrech dead in the eye. "You said you know about Rudy's condition."

"I do." The Kaleidoscope confirmed with a subtle nod.

"Then, could you tell us?" The white-haired elf asked.

"Of course, though, you might not be able to handle the shock." Zelrech hummed. With a snap of his fingers, portals opened in spacetime, and several stone chairs dropped onto the ground. Several looked amazed at the simple display of magic, but most were unfazed. "Hmm...tough crowd. Please, sit."

When everyone was seated, Zelrech crossed his hands together. "The explanation for why the young lord is ill is quite simple. Yet it is also complex at the same time."

"Just get to the point already." Eris grumbled, "Why is Rudeus like this?"

"Hah... Youngsters these days are so impatient. Alright, brace yourselves." Zelrech paused just for dramatic effect. "Rudeus Greyrat is turning into a god."

There was silence for a good few minutes. It took a moment for the outlandishness of the claim to set in. Everyone sat in their chairs, silently contemplating the significance of the words that came from the Kaleidoscope's mouth. When it finally set in, however...

"HE'S WHAT?!"

Zelrech covered his ears. With a half-hearted wince, he hid a grin threatening to spill. "Can't you people be more considerate of this old man's ears?"

"Never mind your ears." Paul brushed the comment off. "What's this about my son turning into a god?"

"Hah..." Zelrech sighed. "Before I answer that, what do you all know about the seven original divinities of this world?"

"What does that have to do with anything?!" Paul asked, frustrated. How calm Zelrech was really hitting a nerve with him.

"In the beginning, there were seven gods." Despite the shouting and pandemonium, Sylphie began reciting the story Rudeus once told her. It was an abridged version, of course. They had no time to listen to the complete epic of this world's version of "Enuma Elish." The white-haired girl's words temporarily ceased the chaos in the room. "They ruled their worlds in harmony. But then, an evil dragon god was born. The other six gods were killed because of his rampage. He destroyed the seven worlds, leaving only the human world intact."

A few in the room seemed impressed that a young girl could know such an abstract legend. It was taught in the Royal Asuran Palace, but that was about it.

"That is more or less correct. Though there were many parts cut from the legend." Zelrech nodded. "The God of Void was the last of the seven divinities to perish. Before he returned to oblivion, he cast a forbidden spell. The ancient magic gathered the lingering wills of the seven gods and sent them into the far future. Once there, they would bide their time, waiting for the perfect vessel to inhabit. This was done to birth a successor of the seven divinities, a new god that would rule in their stead."

Zelrech glanced at the boy lying on the bed of stone, his face tranquil despite the state of his body. "And, as I'm sure you've already figured out, the person they chose as their vessel was Rudeus Greyrat. That is who your son is. A being with the body of a human, yet the soul of a god. A person with nine parents. Two mortal, seven divine."

Tense silence settled over the room. A raging torrent of memories everyone wanted to ask but couldn't because of the suffocating pressure that permeated around the room.

"S-so, um...how is this tied to Rudy's condition?" Sylphie delicately asked.

"It's simple," Zelrech responded. "His divine soul is slowly overriding his mortal body, using his vast stores of Mana to change it into the body fit for the divine. Simply put, Rudeus Greyrat is slowly becoming a god."

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It's been a few hours since the conversation, and many are still in disbelief. The tension in the room was so tight one could slice it with a knife. But who would blame them? They just received the most shocking news of their life. It's not every day someone turns into a god.

But something also clicked within their minds. Suddenly, all the weirdness of Rudeus Greyrat made sense. From ancient legends they read or were told, they knew gods couldn't be compared to humans.

"I don't believe it!" Paul, still in denial, shouted out randomly. "I still think that spirit has a screw loose. Rudy has a fever, I'm sure of it!"

"What fever can cause paper to combust like that?" Zenith asked, her voice shaky with unprocessed information. "It sounds so outlandish it wouldn't be out of place in a fairy tale. But we have no other leads. We can only hope that spirit is telling the truth."

"But what can we do?!" As a father, Paul was not a great one. This was his first experience with raising a son. Still, he tried his best, but his worry and anxiety started to shine through. "That spirit told us to wait and do nothing. That this would pass on its own. But what if our inaction causes Rudy to die?! Can you forgive yourself if that happens?!"

"I can not," Zenith confessed matter-of-factly. "But we did all we could. We don't know any powerful healers. I have sent my request to Millision, yet it will be a while before they reply."

"I agree, Master Paul," Lilia spoke up. She seemed better off than Rudeus's parents. Still, the emotionless facade she had while working was starting to slip. "We cannot do anything of significance to heal Master Rudeus. We can only wait and hope."

"Well, I don't buy that crap. I'm sorry, but I'm heading out. Maybe I can find something in the markets that'll..."

Paul left with a bag of coins, and the two adult women slumped in their chairs. To a white-haired girl hiding behind the couches, their auras flared with sadness and hopelessness. It hurt to see them like this.

Coming to a decision, Sylphie ran out of the room quietly, with a determination akin to fire burning in her eyes. She was gifted something, something that would help. She would use it right here and how.

The sun had begun to set, casting various shades of orange and red onto the hallways. Shadows danced in the twilight as a petite figure raced across the halls of the large manor. Finally, she stopped before the wooden door, opening it with silent earth magic.

Finally, she ran up to the sole person in the room. His hair was tinged with white flames, and his body emitted a silver glow akin to moonlight. Perhaps Rudeus was a god of the moon? Well, only time will tell. Sylphie bent down by the bed, a silent prayer on the tips of her tongue.

Her fingers danced on the warm stone, heated by Rudeus's body. A single Rune manifested in a shower of sparks. Something clicked within the cosmos, and a single word escaped the young elf's lips.

"B̸̧͔͚̹̠̙̖̣̥͓͇̜̑̆͊͜ḛ̴̢̱͇͔̳̞̖͇̳͐̈̍̑ͅr̶̛̛̂͋͜͝͝ḱ̴̢͙̼̙̤̼̖̰̪̭͎̼ă̴̛̜̟̻͎̮̙͎̻̬̞̦͗̊̽͊́̚̕͜n̶̮̦̺̳̼͈̱̱̥̏͘ą̸̧̧̨̛͚̣̜̤͓͓̭̮͍̽̇͐̅̍͌͒͗̅̑̆͘.̶ ́ ͗͋͌̽̚ ́ ̡̝̯͉̗͕̻̮̗̼̺̟̐̒͐͜͠ͅ"

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Well? Any thought?
As I've said many times before, I'm not a good writer and only do this for fun.
Writing the POVs of so many characters is especially challenging since I have no idea if I've got their personalities down.
Well, tell me in the comments. Advice is always welcome.
As always, good luck with your game of life.