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Confession Aftermath's (Asfi)

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Meteria: Repeat what you said... Very slowly, you two.

Her voice carried a hint of shock, as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard.

The two maids in front of her looked at each other. Cynthia was nervously twitching, while Violet stood stiff and silent, her eyes darting anywhere but forward.

It was supposed to be a simple outing. Meteria, like usual, had planned to wander the city, joyfully dragging Alfia along as she sampled every sweet she could find from every shop and vendor that caught her eye.

Alfia, ever the wary and protective hawk shadowing her excitable sister, had agreed to accompany her.

But that peaceful plan shattered before it even began. Now, both sisters stood frozen at the manor's gate, their gazes locked onto the trembling figures before them.

Cynthia: T-The young master, he... he proposed. To the captain of the Hermes Familia, Asfi Al Andromeda.

*Snap*

A sharp, unmistakable crack rang through the air. Neither Violet nor Cynthia could tell who caused it.

Their instincts screamed louder than logic.

Cynthia: Eep!

Both maids immediately dropped their heads like scolded children, bowing deeply toward Meteria and Alfia, hands clutched in front of them. They didn't dare lift their eyes. Not with the air around them turning razor-sharp, so tense it felt like even breathing too loud might earn them a death glare.

Or worse.

They already knew what was coming.

Or rather, who they were most afraid of.

Mostly Alfia's glare, which could rival a Basilisk's. Her eyes practically burned with silent fury, brows twitching as her lips curled ever so slightly.

Alfia: H-He... He eloped...

Her voice trembled in disbelief, barely more than a whisper.

Meteria: Violet.

She spoke firmly, calm now, the initial shock giving way to cold clarity.

The more serious of the two maids immediately straightened with a quiet shff of her uniform.

Violet: Yes, madam?

Meteria: What else can you tell us?

Violet: Bell-sama... knelt in front of the Hermes Familia's headquarters to propose.

She paused, stealing a nervous glance at Alfia before lowering her eyes again.

Violet: And our spies confirmed she... Accepted. They're currently celebrating inside. Laughter, cheers... A toast was made. And if our sources are to be believed... Hermes-sama was throwing confetti from the second-floor balcony.

Cynthia let out a quiet whimper, shrinking even further into herself. She was too scared to look up, eyes glued to the floor like it could somehow shield her.