From her frozen cave in the depths of the mountain, the green-eyed Witch sews a red thread, slightly damp, on her own skin. Her silence is abyssal. Her younger sisters are so cheerful and joyful; the older one, on the other hand, has a snobbish and proactive stance... She is simply quiet, hollow, raw, empty.
Even after so many months of her successful mission, she still wears the fur coat of the flavian Veneficus that was sent to kill a Shen, her Shen, during a blizzard. What was her name again? Mion? Shion? Jion? She doesn't remember, just as she has long forgotten the names of the Paladins she killed that day. Oh, but she recalls well Shina Busia's face...
_ M-M-Mii-ii-sss.... AA-Ay-yy-la.... _ Says the wind _ O-ooon-n-e.... mo-mo-mor-ee... mm-mons-te-rr.....
_ Another sea monster fell? _ She completes, letting the breeze wrap around her sewing thread _ Send the cargo as soon as possible. I will open the tunnel to Edisia.
She starts another trespassing with her bone needle, but the wind informs:
_ Vii-i-sitor-sss..... in t-the-e f-f-for-for-t....
_ Visitors in the fort? _ She rolls up one of the sleeves, revealing a peephole sewn on her forearm _ This doesn't change our goal. Certainly, our partner will know what to do.
She polishes the glass dome. Inside, she sees dozens of images that correspond to multiple angles of inside the fort. Yomi En wasn't mistaken to think that a Witch is watching her.
As you would expect from the Paragon who leads the North Sea Border, Yomi has a large closet dedicated to her clothes, accessories and cute makeup. Even though she doesn't have many opportunities to use them, she is a regular consumer of fashion. Because of this, she could never miss the opportunity to play with her doll:
_ Wei, you have such a bad taste. It has to be this earring.
_ Bad taste?! ME?! You don't have any sense of art, Yomi En! _ He uses the horn to affix another colored clip to the blond locks.
_ Uhum, "art"... _ She pin down the silver pressure earrings _ Yeah, this is great. Ammy, you're very, very cute. I loved it. _ She sits at the dressing table and pulls out a small mirror.
_ A ha ha ha ha... _ Amadeo laughs, embarrassed _ This ain't my style to be honest... Hehe... Actually, it kinda hurts...
When he tries to bring his hand close to the hair, Yomi takes it and bends his fingers backwards without saying a word. Weimin whispers:
_ You will only be able to take it off, when she isn't looking, young man.
Amadeo laughs, bewildered. His only certainty at that moment was that having almost died against the Akkorokamui was much less traumatizing than that Paragon.
_ YoOOoomi! Could you come here quickly? _ Marjolin's voice echoes.
_ Tsk...! _ She grits her teeth _ I'll be right back...
She stomps while leaving the room. Weimin tells Amadeo to run through the back door. He obeys without hesitation. When he's finally out of the woman's terrifying gaze, he removes some of the clips and... ribbons? "Even ribbons?!!", he thinks, removing one of the earrings. His ear lobe is already red from allergy. However, while he mentally complains, a familiar voice interrupts him:
_ Amadeo.
_ Ah, Johan! I thought you were upstairs.
_ Hm... I wanted to talk to you. _ He throws his ponytail back _ Just us, for a bit.
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Three Spheres
FantasyAmadeo is 20 years old young man, with a sword attached to his waist and an insatiable desire for freedom... The burden of his title, and the weight of his cape don't let him forget such destiny that he never chose. However, what he doesn't know is...
