Chapter III:
A Fated Meeting
Reinhard van Astrea was enjoying a rare day off. That morning, he'd visited the market for fresh produce, planning to prepare a good meal later that evening. The summer day had been unseasonably cool and pleasant, making his errands even more enjoyable.
Stopping by the guard station on a whim, Reinhard overheard a discussion about a shipment of spearheads destined for the local armory. The last delivery had been stolen en route, and this one was to be transported under heavy guard. The assignment of four men to escort the shipment seemed excessive to Reinhard, so he volunteered to assist. It was his day off, but something about the task felt… right, as if it was where he was meant to be.
With the payment for the crates in hand, Reinhard made his way across town. The artisan district bustled with activity as the day wound down. He paused briefly outside a small forge, admiring the craftsmanship of the shop's exterior before stepping inside.
Behind the counter stood a grey-haired man, his face streaked with sweat and soot. He looked up in surprise, quickly straightening when he realized who had entered.
"S-Sir Reinhard!" the smith stammered, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "I am honored to have the Sword Saint grace my humble shop! Conrad is my name, sir."
Reinhard extended a hand, smiling warmly. "I'm flattered, Conrad. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm here to collect the spearheads for the Watch."
The man's excitement dimmed slightly, likely hoping for a personal commission, but he quickly recovered. "Y-yes, of course. Though, I must say, I'm surprised they sent someone of your stature for such a task."
"It's my day off," Reinhard replied with a chuckle. "I thought it would be a good way to end the day."
Conrad's demeanor brightened. "Well, I'm honored regardless! The crates are over there," he said, gesturing to a stack of three neatly packed boxes in the corner. "I just finished the last one an hour ago. I would've had them ready sooner, but... well, there they are."
Reinhard walked over, removing the lid from the top crate and inspecting one of the spearheads. He turned it in his hands, nodding appreciatively. "Fine craftsmanship. What caused the delay?"
"Thank you," Conrad said, puffing out his chest with pride. The Sword Saint's approval was no small thing. "As for the delay, well, my apprentice was dealing with some drama at home. Apparently, his little sister was in trouble."
"What sort of trouble?" Reinhard asked, closing the crate with a thoughtful expression.
Conrad shrugged. "Not entirely sure. The boy's from the slums—a good kid, hardworking—but from what I've heard, the girl's a bit of a troublemaker. Whatever it is, I'm sure he'll handle it."
Reinhard considered this for a moment, a faint unease settling in his gut. His instincts, honed over years of experience, rarely led him astray. He glanced at the crates, then back to the smith. "Would you mind holding onto these a little longer? There's something I'd like to check on."
This is bad… this is VERY bad! Subaru thought, his heart pounding in his chest.
The woman's smile stretched unnaturally wide, her sharp eyes flicking between Felt and himself before landing on Emilia. The malice radiating from her was almost palpable. Subaru's grip on his dagger tightened as he tracked her every move, his body coiled like a spring, ready to act at the slightest provocation.
"I was coming to meet this one, I think," the woman said, her voice lilting with unsettling amusement as she gestured lazily toward Felt. Her gaze shifted to Emilia, and her smile somehow widened even further. "But what's this? Our little half-elf friend is here too. What a delightful surprise."
Subaru glanced at Felt, noting the confusion and tension in her expression. She clearly didn't understand the danger she was in. "You must be the buyer then," Felt said, her tone defensive as she shot Subaru an accusatory glare. "Things are a bit… complicated."
Run, Felt. Run! Subaru wanted to scream, but his throat felt dry, his mind racing as he calculated their slim chances of survival.
"Well then," the woman continued, a sadistic glint in her eyes. "Let's begin our transaction, shall we?"
"Hold—" Emilia started, raising her hand as icy energy began to form.
But Subaru was already moving. He surged forward, his knife intercepting the deadly blow meant for Emilia's neck. The strike was so fast that, had he not been anticipating it, he doubted anyone would have seen it coming. The force of the clash jarred his arm, but he held firm, locking eyes with the Butcher.
The woman's smile didn't falter. Instead, she seemed delighted. "Oh my, quick on your feet, aren't you?" she purred, leaping back just as an ice spike erupted from the ground where she had stood. She landed gracefully a few feet away, twirling her weapon with unnerving ease.
"Stay away from my daughter," Puck growled, materializing at Emilia's side. His normally cheerful expression was gone, replaced by a cold fury. A wave of icy energy radiated from him, the air around them dropping several degrees in an instant.
The Butcher's eyes sparkled with excitement. "How interesting," she said, her voice dripping with anticipation. "This might actually be fun."
"Puck, it's getting pretty late. Are you sure you have enough energy to handle this?" Emilia asked, her amethyst eyes flicking nervously to the gray cat perched beside her.
"For her? I've got just enough left in the tank, don't worry, Lia," Puck replied confidently, crossing his tiny arms. His casual tone did little to mask the sharp edge of his determination.
"How wonderful!" the butcher cooed, her voice dripping with delight. "I wasn't excited about this little dance, but now I might actually have some fun!"
"Well, since you'll remember this moment for the rest of your very short life," Puck said coolly, "I'll introduce myself properly. I'm Puck. Do try to think of me fondly after you're dead."
Without missing a beat, Puck raised his tiny hands, summoning a wall of ice missiles far larger than anything Subaru had seen Emilia conjure before. They hovered menacingly around the battlefield, gleaming in the sunset like a thousand frozen blades. With a flick of his paw, the missiles shot toward the woman, encasing her in a mound of thick, unyielding ice.
Subaru felt a flicker of hope, only for it to be extinguished a moment later as the icy prison shattered into shards. The woman emerged unscathed, her cloak disintegrating into ash as she brushed herself off with a delighted grin.
"One must always be prepared!" she said cheerfully before launching herself toward Emilia with inhuman speed.
Subaru moved instinctively, ready to defend, but Emilia was faster. She formed a shield of ice just in time, blocking the attack with a deafening crack. At the same moment, Puck unleashed another volley of ice missiles, forcing the woman to pull back with a predatory laugh.
Subaru took the opportunity to dart over to Felt, who was still frozen in place. "See why I was worried now?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
"Okay… so maybe you had a point," Felt admitted begrudgingly, her eyes wide as she took in the chaos.
"I don't like how this is going," Subaru muttered, his eyes tracking the assassin as she deftly dodged Puck's relentless ice missiles, leaving the street scarred with jagged frost.
"What? That little spirit is going to wipe the floor with her," Felt retorted, folding her arms. "She can't even get close to those two. We should slip out while they're distracted."
"I'm not so sure," Subaru said, unease growing in his gut. "Rom told me once that spirits can't maintain their physical forms forever, and Emilia was already worried about Puck running out of juice before this fight's over."
"Is that really our problem?" Felt huffed impatiently.
Subaru shot her a glare. "We dragged her into this mess. We can't just let her get killed."
Felt frowned, biting back a retort. Subaru knew her well enough to see she wouldn't leave, especially not when he was putting himself in harm's way.
"Goodnight!" Puck's cheerful voice rang out, and Subaru saw that Emilia had trapped the assassin's foot in ice. He recognized the move instantly.
This is my chance. Subaru surged forward, channeling mana into his legs. Puck sent a towering wall of ice at the butcher, but the assassin sacrificed the skin on her leg to break free, narrowly avoiding the icy barrage. Subaru was on her before she could land.
The move caught her off guard—whether it was the pain or the sheer audacity of his attack, she was slow to raise her guard. With a quick slash, Subaru's blade found its mark, cutting a deep gash along her side.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glint of steel as another blade in her free hand arced toward his gut. He couldn't dodge in time.
Sparks erupted as Felt's dagger intercepted the assassin's strike at the last possible moment. A heartbeat later, an ice missile from Emilia forced the butcher to leap back, creating space between them.
"You cut me," the assassin murmured, her tone almost playful as her fingers brushed the blood seeping from her side. Her sharp eyes locked onto Subaru. "You're a perceptive one, aren't you? To catch me off guard like that... impressive."
Subaru tightened his grip on his sword, his breathing heavy but steady. "You're not untouchable," he shot back, trying to sound braver than he felt.
"I underestimated her," Puck admitted, his form shrinking as the last light of dusk faded. His voice carried a tinge of regret. "I'm sorry, Lia."
"You did great, Puck. I can handle it from here," Emilia said with a reassuring smile as the spirit vanished into the green gem around her neck.
Great, there goes our heavy hitter, Subaru thought grimly, tightening his grip on his weapon as he turned his attention back to the assassin. She stood confidently, twirling her dual blades with unnerving ease.
"Aww, my favorite dance partner is gone," the assassin sighed, her disappointment mockingly exaggerated. Her sharp gaze darted b
etween the trio. "Well, I suppose you three will have to entertain me instead. I'd hate for you to perform poorly before I get to see your insides!"
"Emilia," Subaru said firmly, glancing at her, "keep your distance. Felt and I will handle her up close."
Emilia nodded in agreement, her determination clear.
Subaru turned to Felt with a smirk. "Try to keep up."
"You wish you were as fast as me, bro," Felt shot back, her dagger at the ready.
In an instant, they charged the assassin. Sparks erupted as their weapons clashed in a flurry of strikes and parries. Emilia supported them from a distance, launching bolts of ice to keep their foe on the defensive. Whenever Subaru lagged, Felt was there to cover him, and when both faltered, Emilia's precise attacks forced the assassin back. Don't give her a moment to breathe! Subaru thought, pressing the assault with all his strength.
But no matter how hard they pushed, the assassin seemed unfazed. Despite her injuries, she moved with eerie grace, parrying and countering with an unsettling calm, as if she were toying with them. Subaru's unease grew with every passing second. Something has to give.
The break came suddenly and violently. Felt overextended herself, and without thinking, Subaru shoved her aside, intercepting the assassin's blade as it slashed into his side. Pain seared through his body, and he staggered, blood soaking his shirt. The assassin pivoted, her blade poised to take his head—until a heavy club struck her square in the chest, sending her skidding back.
"Thank the Dragon," Subaru groaned, clutching his side. He turned to see a familiar figure looming over him. "About time you showed up, old man."
"I got worried, so I came looking for you two," Rom said, his massive frame blocking the assassin's path.
"Subaru, are you okay?!" Felt cried, her eyes wide as she saw the blood staining his clothes.
"This? I'll be fine," Subaru lied, his voice strained. He knew the wound was bad, but he forced himself to stay upright.
"A giant? My, my, they just keep coming," the assassin said, her lips curling into a smirk. She rolled her shoulders, as though shaking off the impact of Rom's blow. "But alas, I think I've been playing with my food for too long. Time to start narrowing you down."
Subaru tried to rise, but his side screamed in protest. Before he could argue, Emilia knelt beside him, her expression calm but urgent. "You're hurt. Hold still," she commanded, lifting his shirt to inspect the wound. Her hands began to glow with a soft, soothing light as she knit his flesh back together.
"You focus on healing him. I'll put this girl in the dirt," Rom said confidently, gripping his massive club tightly.
"She handled the three of us at once. Don't underestimate her, old man," Subaru warned, his voice sharp with urgency.
"Don't worry, son," Rom said with a determined grin before charging at the assassin.
The butcher moved faster than she had before, her blades flashing like streaks of light. Felt darted in to support Rom, her smaller frame weaving nimbly as she tried to exploit openings in the woman's defenses. It was clear now—if she had been toying with them earlier, she was taking this fight seriously.
Subaru struggled to rise, his instincts screaming at him to help, but Emilia's firm hand on his shoulder kept him grounded. "I'm not done yet. Half a second longer," she said, her voice steady as the glow from her magic continued to mend his wounds.
Gritting his teeth, Subaru watched helplessly as Rom and Felt dodged and parried, their movements growing increasingly desperate. The butcher's relentless attacks pushed them to their limits, each swing of her blade threatening to end it all.
Finally, the warm glow subsided, and Emilia released him. "There," she said, her voice tinged with relief.
Subaru wasted no time. Launching forward, he joined the fray. With Rom's brute strength, Felt's agility, and Subaru's renewed vigor, the three pressed the assassin in unison. The clash of steel filled the air, and for a fleeting moment, hope sparked in Subaru's chest. Even Emilia joined in, her ice magic providing crucial support to keep the butcher on the defensive.
We can do this, Subaru thought, his confidence rising.
Then, in an instant, the tide turned. The assassin blurred out of sight, her movements too fast to track.
Subaru's stomach dropped as Rom let out a guttural sound, blood pouring from the back of his neck as the butcher's blade found its mark. Time seemed to slow as Subaru's eyes darted to Felt. The assassin's second blade arced toward her, aimed to finish her in a single stroke.
Without thinking, Subaru kicked Felt back, placing himself in the path of the attack. The blade bit deep into his ankle, sending a jolt of searing pain through his leg. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling as he realized the blade had stopped just short of severing his foot entirely.
If I hadn't acted... Subaru didn't let himself finish the thought. Blood seeped into the dirt as the butcher stepped back, a predatory smile spreading across her face.
"Still standing? Impressive," she said, her tone mocking. "But how long can you keep that up?"
"Run, Felt!" Subaru shouted, his voice cracking with desperation.
Felt hesitated, her eyes darting between him and Rom. For a brief moment, Subaru thought she might stay, but then she clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and turned, sprinting down the road.
"Oh no you don't!" the butcher snarled, flinging one of her blades at Felt's retreating figure.
Subaru's body moved on instinct. He flung his dagger with all his strength, the blade cutting through the air with a sharp whistle. The clash of metal rang out as the two weapons collided midair, the assassin's blade deflected. Felt disappeared into the darkness.
"Oh, how disappointing," the woman sighed, her tone laced with mockery. "I wanted all of you. Well, I suppose I can always find her later."
Subaru glanced at Rom, lying face-first in a pool of blood, his massive form eerily still. Gritting his teeth, Subaru forced himself to stay upright despite the burning pain in his leg. I'll be joining him soon, he thought bitterly. But as long as Felt escaped, nothing else mattered. He couldn't save the old man, and he couldn't save himself.
Emilia stepped to his side, her voice trembling yet resolute. "We can still beat her."
Subaru heard the doubt in her words, but he didn't have the heart to call it out. Instead, he steadied himself and stared down the butcher, whose grin stretched unnaturally wide.
"As fun as this has been," the woman cooed, twirling her remaining blade, "I think it's time to take a good look at your insides."
With a burst of speed, she launched herself forward. Subaru's body reacted before his mind did. He stepped between her and Emilia, raising his arms defensively. Whether it was because Emilia had a better chance of buying Felt time or because he simply couldn't bear to see her die, he didn't know.
The blade sliced through his gut. Pain erupted in his body, sharp and consuming. His knees buckled, and the world blurred as he collapsed. The last thing Subaru saw was Emilia's wide, tear-filled eyes locked on his, her lips forming words he couldn't hear.
The world went dark.
"Subaru!" Emilia cried as she watched the young man collapse at her feet, blood pooling beneath him.
"How sweet," the woman cooed, licking Subaru's blood off her blade with a grotesque grin. "He tried to save you. Too bad he only delayed your end by a few moments."
Fear and anger swirled in Emilia's chest as she summoned her remaining strength. Drawing on the spirits, she formed a storm of ice missiles and launched them with deadly intent. The projectiles streaked toward the assassin, but each one missed, harmlessly embedding into the dirt as the woman dodged with unsettling grace.
Emilia backpedaled, desperately trying to create distance, but the assassin closed in fast, her blade gleaming in the faint light. Emilia's breath caught, and she squeezed her eyes shut. Puck, save me!
The clang of metal rang out, deafening and unexpected. Emilia opened her eyes to see a figure standing between her and the assassin. He held Subaru's dagger in hand, his white coat gleaming, and his striking red hair unmistakable.
"Reinhard?" she breathed, barely able to believe her eyes.
"Lady Emilia," the knight said with a calm smile, glancing back at her over his shoulder. "I didn't expect to find you here. It seems I arrived just in time."
"How—"
"Subaru!" Felt's anguished cry interrupted as she rushed to the fallen young man's side, cradling him in her arms. "No, no, no!" Her eyes darted from Subaru's pale face to Rom's lifeless body, the weight of it all crashing down on her.
Snapping out of her daze, Emilia dropped to her knees beside Subaru. Her hands glowed faintly as she poured healing magic into his wound, desperate to stabilize him. His face was deathly pale, his breaths shallow, but she worked with a determination fueled by fear. "Stay with me," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Just stay with me."
"This is unexpected," the assassin, Elsa, said, her tone almost playful. "The Sword Saint in the slums? What twist of fate brings you here, I wonder."
"I was picking up a shipment of spearheads from a smith named Conrad," Reinhard replied, his voice steady. "He mentioned his apprentice's little sister might be in trouble. Something told me to investigate. It seems my instincts were right."
"That young man has caused me nothing but trouble today," Elsa said with a frown, her eyes narrowing at Subaru.
"Then he's a hero," Reinhard said, his tone carrying a subtle edge. "To have thwarted the infamous Bowel Hunter, Elsa Granhiert, is no small feat."
"Oh, how delightful!" Elsa chuckled, her grin widening. "To be recognized by the great Knight Reinhard. I wonder what you look like on the inside." She licked her lips, her gaze hungry.
"I must apologize," Reinhard said, his tone cool, "but I won't entertain that behavior this evening."
"Go on, then! Draw that mythical blade of yours!" Elsa taunted, her movements sharp and eager.
"Unfortunately for you," Reinhard replied, twirling Subaru's dagger with precision, "Reid has not deemed you a worthy opponent. This blade will suffice."
Elsa's expression faltered, her grin sharpening into a snarl. "How arrogant."
Reinhard's calm smile remained unbroken as he took a defensive stance. "Shall we begin?"
Emilia worked feverishly to stabilize Subaru, her hands glowing softly as healing magic flowed into his grievous wound. Her eyes flicked toward Rom, lying motionless in the dirt nearby. Felt hovered between them, torn with worry as she watched Emilia's every move. Around them, the sharp clang of blades and the sound of Reinhard and Elsa's intense battle echoed through the night.
"Is he going to be alright?" Felt asked, her voice trembling.
"He should live," Emilia said, though her tone held the weight of uncertainty. Subaru's survival would depend on getting him to a skilled healer soon.
Once she was satisfied Subaru was stable, Emilia turned her attention to Rom. Kneeling beside the giant, she pressed her glowing hands to his wound, relieved to find a faint pulse. She worked quickly, pouring her mana into knitting his injuries, knowing every second counted. Reinhard's measured movements in the fight told her one thing: he was holding back. If he got serious, she was certain he'd draw on all the mana in the area, leaving her with nothing to work with.
"I'm almost done," Emilia said, her voice calm despite the urgency. Felt, reassured by the steady rise and fall of Subaru's chest, knelt beside her. Her hands shook as she glanced between the two injured figures.
Finally, Emilia's magic closed the last of Rom's wounds. "Done," she announced, her voice edged with exhaustion.
"Go for it!" Felt shouted, her confidence in Reinhard evident.
With a firm nod, Reinhard drew on the mana in the surrounding area. The very air seemed to hum with power as the energy coalesced around him, flooding into Subaru's dagger. The blade, which moments ago had been an ordinary weapon, began to glow with an intense white light.
Elsa grinned, her predatory eyes gleaming. "What will you show me, I wonder?"
"The strength of a lineage of master swordsmen," Reinhard replied calmly, raising the radiant blade. His movements were deliberate, almost serene, as he swung the dagger with calculated precision.
A massive wave of energy erupted from the blade, illuminating the street with blinding light. The ground quaked as the explosion of mana engulfed Elsa, the shockwave scattering debris in every direction.
Felt instinctively threw herself over Rom, shielding the giant with her small frame as the blast rippled past them. When the dust finally settled, Reinhard stood at the center of the devastation, Subaru's dagger in his hand. The once-pristine weapon was chipped and riddled with cracks, a testament to the overwhelming power it had unleashed.
For a moment, all was silent, save for the faint groans of the wounded and the distant crackle of flames.
"That… was incredible," Felt murmured, her wide eyes fixed on Reinhard.
The Sword Saint lowered the damaged blade, his piercing gaze fixed on where Elsa had been standing moments before.
"I expected you to give up. You did well; your craftsman should be proud," Reinhard said, inspecting the dagger. Though still intact, it was clearly beyond use, riddled with cracks from the sheer power it had unleashed.
"Is it over?" Felt asked hesitantly, her eyes darting around. The street bore the scars of their battle, with a massive crater where the Bowel Hunter had once stood.
"I… I think so," Emilia replied, her voice trembling as the tension began to ebb away.
Reinhard approached, his calm presence grounding the chaotic scene. "They look like they're in rough shape," he said, gesturing to Subaru and Rom, "but I believe they'll survive."
Turning to Emilia, Reinhard's gaze softened. "Lady Emilia, may I ask why you're here in the slums of all places?"
Emilia hesitated, glancing toward Felt before responding. "Well… this young lady stole something of value from me," she admitted. "Her brother—Subaru—led me here to retrieve it. I don't want her to get in trouble; I just want my item returned."
Reinhard's sharp blue eyes shifted between Subaru and Felt, assessing them. Felt tensed under his scrutiny, but the Sword Saint's expression softened. "In my official capacity, I cannot overlook theft," he said, his tone formal. Felt flinched, her fists clenching. "However," he continued with a faint smile, "it is my day off, so I suppose I can overlook my official duties for now."
Emilia let out a surprised laugh. "You're a bad knight."
"That's a little hurtful," Reinhard replied with a chuckle, his good-natured demeanor diffusing the tension in the air.
"I suppose… I should give it back then," Felt said, wiping the tears from her eyes. Her voice was heavy with guilt. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I didn't want anyone to get hurt." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the insignia, holding it out toward Emilia. "Just keep it hidden so someone else doesn't try to nab it."
Reinhard's demeanor changed the instant his eyes fell on the insignia, the faint glow emanating from its gem catching his attention. His hand shot out, gripping Felt's wrist like iron. "How can this be?" he murmured, his tone sharp and disbelieving.
"You're hurting me! Let go!" Felt cried, tugging at her arm, but Reinhard's grip was unyielding.
"What is your name?" he demanded, his voice firm.
"What? Ouch! It's Felt!" she snapped, punching his arm in an attempt to break free. "Now let me go!"
"Your family name, and your age?" Reinhard pressed, his piercing blue eyes locked onto hers.
"I don't have a fancy family name, and I'm nearly fifteen!" Felt barked, still struggling. "What's it to you? Let me go!"
"Reinhard, what's going on?" Emilia asked, her voice tinged with concern at the knight's sudden shift in behavior.
Reinhard didn't release Felt, his expression grave. "Lady Emilia, I apologize, but I must take this girl with me."
"If this is about the insignia," Emilia began hesitantly, "as long as it's returned—"
"Stealing such an item is indeed a crime," Reinhard interrupted, his voice calm but resolute. "However, my reasons are far more complex. There is a greater matter at hand, and ignoring it would be unforgivable."
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Felt shouted, her defiance unwavering. "Not when my family's hurt!"
"I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you to refuse," Reinhard said firmly. A moment later, he raised his free hand, and Felt slumped unconscious in his arms. He carefully took the insignia and placed it into Emilia's palm.
"That wasn't very knightly," Emilia noted, frowning.
"She is unharmed. I merely put her to sleep," Reinhard replied. "Lady Emilia, I will contact you soon. For now, I must confirm my suspicions."
"What about these two?" Emilia asked, gesturing toward Subaru and Rom.
Reinhard looked at Subaru for a long moment, his gaze unreadable. "The smith Conrad indicated they are siblings. What do you know?"
"Subaru told me they're not blood-related. More like family by circumstance," Emilia clarified uncertainly.
"I see. I can see that they are treated at the Guard Station by healers," Reinhard said. "But until I am certain of my suspicions, I can promise nothing more."
"This man saved my life," Emilia insisted, her voice firm. "I know he will be well taken care of under Lord Roswaal's care. I can also take the giant with me—the three of them seem close."
Reinhard considered her words for a moment before nodding. "Very well. If my suspicions are confirmed, I will return for them both. Until then, ensure their safety." He bowed deeply. "I will send for a carriage for transport."
In a flash, the Sword Saint was gone, leaving Emilia to process the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded.
A/N: I was able to finish this chapter a little faster than I was expecting! Chapter IV should be out in in early 2025. For those expecting a chapter of "The Fallen" I ended up not liking parts of the chapter and am doing a re-write so it will be delayed to next week. Onto comments!
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Ringswing08594: Enjoyable, I don't really have any criticism for you to improve on but I really like the path this story is headed on
Why, thank you! I hope it keeps living up to your expectations!
Guest: This have lots of potencial. I'm curious to what's going to happen after this arc
I have plans! No spoilers!
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