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Sepira, Pillars and Vindice

"Good evening, signores." A woman greeted them, confidence clear in her strides as she walked up to them. Sauntered, actually. Knuckles bowed at the lady, in respect instead of in submission. Alaude merely nodded at her, which was something because Alaude does not nod to a lot of people. (They could all count with just one hand the number of people Alaude willingly nod to.) "Good evening, Donna Sepira."

Her eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Signore Knuckle, Signore Alaude, it has been quite a while, hasn't it?" She then turned to Caelum and smiled pleasantly. Caelum bit his inner cheeks, noticing something different about her. Her flames? No, it wasn't just that. He just couldn't put a finger to it. It was familiar. "And you must be Signore Caelum." She held out her hand. "Nice to finally meet you, I'm Sepira, Donna of Giglio Nero and an avid supporter of Giotto's organization."

Caelum nodded slowly and took her hand, placing a quick peck on the back of her palm. "I'm Caelum." He introduced again just for the sake of it. "It is a pleasure to meet you." Sepira laughed as they retracted their hand, Caelum getting stiffer each second. "Oh, don't be so formal, please!" Her eyes twinkled again. "I'm sure we will get along well. Any trusted man of Don Giotto's is a friend."

... Okay did Giotto mentioned about him before?

"A-as you wish." He murmured, eyebrows furrowing. Sepira stared at him a little longer, all but giving him the vibes that she knew something that he doesn't. It was slightly unnerving. "Please follow me." She said, quieter, much more serious as she turned, not giving him a chance to ask. "Alone, please." Her eyes shifted to Alaude and Knuckle, the former looking annoyed while the latter was concerned.

Caelum pursed his lips and turned to them. At a nod from Knuckle, he hurried after the woman, weaving pass the crowd with practical ease.

Knuckle sighed and ruffled his hair. "That was scary to the ultimate." He laughed slightly to himself. "I wonder what does she wants with Caelum." He mumbled. He wasn't worried that the ginger would be killed by the woman, who was very much capable of doing so. No. He was more worried of what she would tell him.

Sepira, it was known to their close circle that she was a Seer. A Shaman.

He turned to Alaude, sweating at how narrowed his eyes were at the direction they left. "Hey, he'll be fine." Alaude huffed and walked away. Knuckle sighed and shook his head. "God please lend me your patience..." He muttered and looked around to find the other guardians.

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"Signore Caelum." Sepira paused and chuckled. "My apologies. It's really good to finally meet you, Historian."

Caelum's eyes widen at the title and narrowed them, lips pulling thin as he tensed. He had mentioned about his title to no one. Not even Alaude knew of it. After that incident, after that day, he had not heard of it. Until Sepira, that is. Just, how?

"... What do you mean?"

She leaned against the balcony, swirling the glass of wine she had somehow took from one of the butlers. "You know what I mean, Mister Historian." She sounded teasing yet she wasn't. Not when her piercing eyes never left Caelum's. Unnerving.

"How did you know of that name?"

She hummed, contemplating for a moment. "A dream."

"I'm sorry?"

She walked closer to him, leaning in. "A dream," She repeated quietly, as though whispering a secret. "I saw you, years back, in a dream. I saw you there, gaining the power from the Gods above, gaining the title." Caelum breathed in shakily, reminded of the past as she backed away slightly, still close but not too close. Nowhere comfortable but better.