I must say, it was rather odd to see Harvy visiting me in my quarters. Then again, we've not seen each other in quite a while, thus, I can only assume he had been feeling lonely. After all, Harvy only had me when we were teaching in the academy together. With his only family, his mother greatly ill, and his unsuccessful search for his mate, he had no one's shoulder to cry on but mine. I remembered I used to sit with him as he sobbed, praying to the goddess to heal his mother, and desperately asking for a clue about his mate. I remembered I couldn't do anything but watch him grovel and weep, and it pained me that I couldn't help him.
Yet, even with every problem he was carrying on his back, he still managed to assist me in my past search for Gaia. He never once complained, nor did he quit, no, he stayed beside me like the loyal friend that he was. When I cried for my mates, he would crack jokes to cheer me up, and he never left me until I was able to finally smile... Fuck, what if he needed to see me for something else and this was the reason why he personally came to me? I've been so distant with him lately, I hadn't even realized it myself. I really must make some time for him soon. Surely my mates wouldn't get angry at me if I did.
Sighing, I looked back at the door of the guestroom and opened it, only to see my sister sitting on the bed with a deep frown on her face. Puzzled at this, I entered the room and closed the door behind me before asking, "What's wrong?"
With her brows furrowed and her voice monotonous, she replied, "I found nothing of value. There were no letters, there were no clues, there were no hints, nothing."
"Are you serious? When I was last here, there were papers everywhere!" It was true, and I remembered it as clear as the day I first saw my mates. "It wouldn't just disappear on its own, Weiss, and you know I won't make up something this big!"
She sighed before gesturing around the room, "Look, Willow, there's nothing." I frowned and looked around, every furniture all around me. Just as I was about to move to search further, Weiss continued speaking, "I do believe that you're smart enough not to fabricate such a story though."
"That's because I would never do-"
"However, I do have my suspicions about someone else."
My brows furrowed in confusion, "Who?" The only person that came into mind was the wicked witch, herself. Perhaps she came into the castle, undetected, and destroyed all of the letters in the guestroom... No, wait, this was not possible. The wicked witch would be unable to enter the castle even with her dark magic, for we had Gaia here with us. Even if my demigoddess was in slumber, deep or not, she'd still quickly awaken once she senses the wicked witch's presence.. therefore there's no chance that the bitch could have stepped a foot into the castle's territory.
Then who was my sister referring to?
I... I didn't want to lie to myself, of course I had an idea on who my sister was referring to. However, I chose not to say anything unless Weiss actually says his name. Although I wanted to trick myself into thinking that my sister would never think ill of any companion of mine, I didn't think it was possible when Weiss appeared to be genuinely pissed off.
She squinted her eyes at me, her neon greens staring straight into my soul, as if trying to take a glimpse into my mind, before sighing and looking away. "We'll further discuss this later, but for now, I propose we seek Mother and Father's room."
Oh? Well this was a surprise... I didn't really think Weiss would want anything to do with our parents' room. Although my sister and I often went to visit Nonna's room, the two of us, unfortunately, have not come to our parents' room as often. I mean.. how could we? It was the same room where both of our parents had their last breaths! The same room they last saw before they eventually succumbed to their demise! Of course that room would cause plenty mental distress on Weiss and I.. it was as if we were face to face with our number one enemy. Was it.. was it truly time for us to face them already?
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FantasyDeath, Pain, Despair. Where is Love? It's in Misfortune -- Willow Hudson, the princess of witches used to spend all of her time playing with the hearts of fragile women. After she was done toying with them, she'd throw them away like garbage, never...