𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

❝ 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿
𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿
𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱.❞

In one of the vast forests of clover kingdom stands a sanctuary. A cottage open to all, with a warm food to fill hungry stomachs, and an even warmer fire to comfort weary souls.

The Arcandor aren't quite a squad. Too merciless and un-knightly to be, for sure. Even moreso than the black bulls. All that the public is sure of is that; if not to their monarchy, they are at least loyal to Lord Julius, and would be there to serve Clover should he ask.

(The public is wrong. They are loyal to nobody but each other.)

or

The black bulls aren't the only group of outcasts in clover. The Arcandor are cryptids that watch with eyes blessed by heaven.

They will laugh as Clover sees the downfall they've already warned it of.

(Fic relocated to @MIRIBUU)