𝑶𝒍𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 || 𝑛𝑒𝑢𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

XIII

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"Je danse avec le vent, la pluie"

<<So if I understand correctly, you would like a front row ticket for the show that will be held tonight at the Opera Epiclese?>> The magician said, looking disconcerted at the traveler and the young woman next to him.

A week had passed since the final decision: Y/n would meet Neuvilette.
Precisely that same night.

<<I'm sorry but it's not possible, the front row tickets are all sold out since this morning.>> The young magician said, shaking his head in denial.

Y/n's eyes widened. Without even realizing it, she took the hand of the famous magician of Fontaine and squeezed it with all her strength with both of her gloved hands.

<<Please Monsieur Lyney. This is very important for me.>>

In response, the magician blushed because of that sudden action on the part of the girl.

Y/n let go of her hand as soon as Lyney said a word.

<<..Okay, I'll do what I can to make it happen.>>

<<Thank you, thank you so much.>> Y/n said, smiling brightly.

The magician scratched the back of his head as he began to look away so as not to show the blush that had crept into his cheeks.

<<I'll let you know as soon as I find something.>> The magician said.

<<Thank you Lyney.>> The traveler said.

<<...Excuse me, I'm going to the toilet for a minute.>>
Y/n walked away with the excuse of temporarily going to the bathroom of the Hotel bouffes d'été because of the dress Furina had given her.

She had tightened it a little too much, and it was hard to breathe.

Luckily, for the traveler, the absence of his friend was helpful in asking the magician for one last favor.

<<Listen Lyney..could you find one of the seats near Monsieur Neuvilette tonight?>> The traveler asked.

<<Oh..of course. Why such a detailed request?>> The magician asked full of curiosity.

<<It's a long story.>> Paimon said.

<<Don't tell me your friend has a crush on the Iudex.>>

<<Something like that.>> Paimon replied.

<<Oh..>> The magician said surprised by the answer.

<<Here I am, what did I miss?>> Y/n said returning from the bathroom with obvious relief.

<<Nothing in particular, just what my sister Lynette and I will show tonight.>>

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<<Number 45, seat number 45....Oh there it is.>>

The Epiclese Opera was full of unexpected guests waiting for the show to start.
Some were wandering around looking for their seats, others were chatting happily.

After ten minutes of searching, Y/n finally found her seat in the front row.

Lyney was so kind that in addition to the ticket he had also given her a Rainbow rose telling her that it would match her green dress and her Anemo vision perfectly.

Finally, after long days of waiting spent at Furina's house, she was there.
In the place where the traveler had told her she would meet her old love.

She was anxious, but it was normal in a situation like that.
After all, they had loved each other, both of them.
And after years they would see each other again.

Hoping that one of them hadn't forgotten about the other.

Y/n sat down and saw the large stage in front of her.
Looking up, she saw a seat higher up.
The traveler had told her that there were daily trials held there for those who were somehow accused of some illegal crime.

Without realizing it, many more people arrived, and with them, many sat behind and next to her, patiently waiting for the two brothers' show to begin.

She looked around hoping to see something familiar, someone familiar.

But nothing, no one seemed familiar.

But someone in particular managed to catch her attention.

Someone who had sat in the seat next to her.

It was a man.

A man with white hair and blue and black clothes. He had a walking stick with him.

Y/n looked him up and down and would have bet her whole soul that she had seen that face somewhere before.

Without realizing it, she began to stare at the strange guy on her right, trying to decipher his face, so serious and mysterious that she didn't realize that after a moment he was looking at her with a questioning look.

<<Can I help you in any way, Miss?>> The stranger asked.

<<What? No. No thank you.>> Y/n said, taken aback.

She began to look at her hands that began to shake.

His eyes.

She saw his eyes.

The eyes that had looked at her so intensely five hundred years ago.

She had found him.

She had finally found him.

<<Actually... I have a question.>> Y/n said, trying to keep her voice normal as she returned to look at the face of the person next to her.

She was shaking from head to toe, she didn't know what she was doing.

<<I'm listening.>> The man replied, looking at her again.

They were the same identical eyes.

Y/n had no doubts.

<<Could I.. could I know your name?>> Y/n said, immediately regretting that silly and senseless question.

<<You can call me Monsieur Neuvilette.>>

<<Neuvilette..>> She repeated, looking at her shaking hands again.

<<I found you.>>

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