Danmachi Short stories

Confession Aftermath's (Naza)

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Cynthia: Madam! Madams! We have a report!

She burst into the room, nearly tripping over her own feet in her urgency. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her words tumbling out in a frantic rush. She struggled to form a coherent sentence, her wide eyes darting between the twins.

Unlike Cynthia, Violet entered the room with practiced grace, her movements fluid and composed. She stepped forward and bowed respectfully, her voice calm despite the tension in the air.

Violet: Madams.

Meteria, who had been idly stirring her tea, lowered her cup, her gaze sharpening as she took in Cynthia's flustered state.

Meteria: Did something happen?

Alfia, who had been quietly reading beside her, closed the book in her lap, her piercing  eyes settling on the two maids. There was a hint of concern beneath her usual composed demeanor, though her voice remained steady.

Alfia: What's wrong?

The atmosphere in the dining room, once peaceful, grew tense as both sisters now focused their full attention on the maids who had so suddenly interrupted.

Cynthia: *Teary eyes* I-It's the young master H-He...

She was unable to finish her words, her breath hitching as tears overwhelmed her. Her body trembled, sobs wracking her frame as she clutched at her maid dress.

Meteria's heart clenched. The only thing that could bring Cynthia to this state-

Meteria: What's wrong with Bell?! Is he alright?!

She shot up from her seat, panic evident in her voice, her violet eyes wide with fear.

Alfia, though composed, was no less affected. Her  eyes darkened as she rose at the same time, her voice sharp.

Alfia: Speak clearly! Tell us what's wrong!

Violet, though calm, could not mask the urgency in her voice.

Violet: Madams, the young master was injured in the dungeon. He is currently in the care of the Miach Familia.

A tense silence.

Alfia: Then make haste! We're going!

Meteria: Mhm!

Without another word, the twins turned, coats swirling behind them as they strode out. Bell needed them.

They left the Hera Manor without hesitation.

With quick, urgent steps, they rushed to the Blue Pharmacy, their breaths shallow with anxiety. Outside, Miach stood waiting, his expression calm yet concerned.

Miach: Miss Alfia, Miss Meteria, I've been expecting you.

Meteria: Where's my baby?!

She nearly lunged at Miach, her voice sharp with desperation, hands clenched as if ready to grab him and shake the answer out of him.