A chapter sponsored by my baby chick Riddle, looking at baby chick Trey and the tart... He looks adorable~!!!
[Also I had a follower, also reads this story, that stated a theory about (Name)'s unknown grandfather...
So the conversation started like:
My follower: "I feel like I already know who's Y/N's grandfather because of 'Saving Leona' update' " (This is not exactly how he/she said it, but like that)
Me: Hm~? Who then~?
This is their answer:
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(- "I feel like it is Malleus because we don't know his age and he said they have the same magic and in his profile it doesn't state what his true power is")
Me: NOPE! (This is not my answer in the convo)
Reason? Malleus will be your love interest for the next future chapters. I stan for this mystery fae.
So if you guys had any theories for this story, you can private message me or put on the comments below~!]
~ 3rd Person's Perspective ~
"There will be no end if we continue fighting them like this!" Crowley declared. "EVERYONE! RETREAT FROM MY OFFICE!"
"How are you done now~?" Sebek mocked once more.
"Oi, it's not the time for you to be pleased!" Ace bellowed. "The other ghosts are coming now!"
"Grim, jump!" (Name) ordered, turning back to her uniform even it's a bit wet.
"Ffgna!"
Running away, (Name)'s uniform being wet from earlier big scene, is a very big problem. The socks is itchy, very itchy. Every time it triggers, she would stop for a moment and scratch it. Until she got stumbled and...
"Ack!" She have a very bad landing.
"(Name)! Get up!" Grim yelled. His yelling got the attention of Deuce. "Oi, Deuce! Help me!"
"Just go without me!" (Name) remarked. "I'll hold them off!"
Deuce knelt beside Grim, "There's no way we'll leave you!" Deuce firmly affirmed, summoning a blanket and wrapped her with it. "Can you stand?"
"I-I guess..." (Name) unsurely replied, taking Deuce's offered hand and tried lifting herself. "Eek!" But failed miserably.
"Your ankle is sprained, I think..." Deuce pointed out.
"BE QUICK!" Grim panicked. "They're coming!"
Deuce has no choice, but to carry (Name). Earning protests such as 'Put me down!', 'Just go without me!', 'I'm heavy!', etc. Yet, receiving feedbacks from Deuce like 'No way!', 'Over my dead body!', 'You're not heavy!', such as that...
