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"You dumb men of Viridia! Why make hateful enemies out of us Women that if as loved allies instead, we would foolishly kneel beside you in timeless devotion!"
The Alchemist entered the Apothecary with the Diplomat limping beside him. Feeling Laguna's probable last breaths down his shoulders.
"We need a clear tabletop to lay him on, he was asphyxiated!" He cried out when he saw Miriam and Hildred resting by the hearth.
But they were unmoving, his mum was blanketed and blank while Hildred kept rubbing on her back.
"Oh Sweet Apple-plum, you're finally here for your mum." Hildred told in relief, Miriam's head still leaning on the warmth of her shoulder. Sion's heart sunk from the after-storm disaster that frowned on his mum's face, but his heart sprung back when he saw a towering Ocmenian walk to the hearth to serve the ladies tea.
"Wait, Laguna?" Sion looked quizically as the weight on his shoulder started to lighten, the body beside him began to dissolve into golden grains of sand that escaped through the cracks of the floor.
"Then that means... "
"Sion, I'm not dying and there's no need for a clear tabletop to lay me on." Laguna crossed his arms. "But I don't mind if you still insist." He flashed him a playful smirk. The recent Laguna was a clone all along, the mysteries of the arcane are starting to astonish and irritate the young alchemist.
"I seriously thought you were dying!" Sion scratched his head. "Was it all just an illusion? damn, I was so worried..."
"Well, my apologies. I just didn't think that your friend there would not hesitate smothering the air out of me if given the chance." The diplomat laughed heartily. "I may be unharmed but he did a great job removing a cycle-worth properation of protective seals." Laguna pointed at his back, now emptied of the intricate tattoes of Runic Engineering. "But everything is fine, don't worry."
"Don't speak like it was nothing... " the boy took a deep breath. "I'm just glad no one was hurt because of him."
"Do you really place such small belief in your teacher's strength? the outcome won't be the same if I was physically out there fighting and not pulling arcane strings."
"Don't shrug this off..."
"What do you mean?"
"Ian is a force to be reckoned with. You haven't heard a single rumor about his accomplishments in the sea and I wish you won't. I am always right beside him each day and yet I still don't see those savage rumors about him to be true."
"No worries, I won't provoke him any longer if that's what you wish."
"Unma lih, hant Loklok kon-Sanko mi fleh ohk maobe!" Queen Hildred shouted from the fireplace.
