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"I got it! While I analyze this, you should also use scan on it for extra measure, Krewe."

Excited, Fable turned toward Headmaster Krewe, his hands holding a small ball of tissue with a dark glow to it. Mr. Krewe sat up from the chair immediately besides Icarus, holding his hand out to the glowing mass of flesh.

"Scan."

Beo dug his other hand into the ball of tissue as well, his cat-like eyes focusing completely on it as transparent chains orbited it. As his arm traversed deeper into the ball, his eyes widened and he screamed, the noises echoing throughout the hospital room.

"FUCK!"

He pulled his hand out of it violently; Krewe struggled not to lose concentration. Worried, he yelled toward Beo, his eyes still concentrating on the ball.

"What happened?!"

Bone shot from Beo's arm before plummeting into his other, cutting it clean off from the elbow. His muscles quickly tensed as it plopped onto the ground, staining it in red.

Headmaster reiterated.

"What did you see, Beo?!"

Beo was panting and gasping for air, but he was soon able to stop himself from hyperventilating. His breathing growing slower, he spoke, his eyes red and veins popping from the pain.

"D-Don't touch the inside of that thing with your hands! You'll lose an arm!"

Everyone in the room waited as he struggled to continue, holding his arm tightly and groaning, cursing himself under his breath.

"I found... I found DNA from Sultan Rigkt of the Curse..."

Headmaster and Fable collectively flinched, the name triggering something within them. Their voices same more like a reflex than a response, and their eyes held a hint of fear.

"What?!"

Krewe stopped his scanning and pushed his other arm toward the tissue sample, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"SEAL!!!"

Immediately, the ball was encased in a small transparent box, floating in the air. Headmaster and Fable both looked at Miya, then back toward Beo.

"You were right to cut your arm off... You saved your own life."

Beo's arm began slowly regenerating its bone and muscle while Fable stood back, trying to think of reasons for using Rigkt's DNA. The thought stumped him, and he thought aloud, desperate for other opinions.

"Injecting his DNA into Miya? W-What could he gain from that?"

Beo responded, sweat still dripping down his face as he leaned against the wall, thinking as well.

"Besides killing her, not much."

With a sudden smack of his hands, Headmaster gained the attention of the room, stopping their thoughts completely.

"It's no use trying to think of it. We'll just have to further our investigation as we gain more information, because as we stand now, we're in no position to throw around hypotheses. We've gotten rid of the threat to Miya, and she's already recovering thanks to you three. I... realize that I wasn't able to do much in this situation, and I apologize."

Fable put his hand on Mr. Krewe's shoulder.

"There's no need to apologize, sir; We all pushed through this. If you hadn't helped, we might've been too late."

Headmaster nodded toward Fable, a smile growing on his face.

"Thank you."

Krewe's arms reached into a wormhole and pulled out something.

"These are her clothes. I'll be sticking around for the night to make sure that no more problems arise overnight."

Icarus stood up from his chair and grabbed Beo by the arm, fusing with him. Now Bo, they spoke in a monotone manner, grabbing the clothes from his hands.

"There's no need for that, sir. We'll stick here in your place."

"But--"

"We're responsible for her. You assigned us with that job, yourself."

Headmaster chuckled, defeated.

"All right. You win. I'll be out of your hair, then."

Mr. Krewe grabbed Fable by the arm, pulling him toward the wormhole. Fable stumbled, but smiled in their direction, saluting to them.

"Ciao."

They disappeared from the room.

...

"So, your name is Ulysses Print? Surprisingly, I've heard of you. I find your ability quite fascinating. What exactly is it?"

Ulysses sat across from the Headmaster, trying to keep a straight face.

"There's no need to be scared, friend. It'd be a waste to kill you here."

Ulysses still struggled to respond to Krewe's words which didn't go unnoticed. Krewe leaned in a bit closer to him, forcing a smile.

"Let's have a little chat, Mr. Print."

...

As Bo sat in a chair beside Miya who lie in her hospital bed, they heard a light knock on the hospital door.

'That's a familiar smell. Open the door.'

Bo rose from his seat and opened the door, revealing a little boy with a strange aura about him. Recognizing him, they allowed him entry, and we slowly walked past.

"What are you doing here, Owen?"

Owen's voice was light and almost hypnotizing. His eyes were blocked by a sleep mask, and his hair was covered by a blue sleep cap with yellow stars, one he often used inside Icarus's mansion.

"I came... to see Miya... Mr. Krewe... told me to do... something."

Owen walked over to Miya, his padded vest falling to his wrists. Bo sat back down in his chair, watching as Owen looked upward toward Miya as she slept soundly.

"What'd he want you to do? You don't leave the house often."

He placed his hand over Miya's head, and a blue glow reflected from the skin above his sleep mask.

"Someone important... is transferring into Eastward."

...

Cloaked by the dark, two men conversed, half of his body glowing dimly through the darkness. They spoke as if brothers, the glowing man's voice a bit somber.

"You did well... Are you sure you wanna go?"

Completely shrouded in darkness, the other man responded, content and determined that his decision was the right one, but although he knew this, he regretted he had to leave the glowing man behind, having made fond memories with him.

"Yes, I've got a family... I hear Isfet is in a bad situation... The Queen is dead-- killed by her own seed."

"Do you think you'll be able to rectify it? Isfet's the sole monarchy of the Southern District, after all. It won't be easy to clean up."

"But, I'm determined. You told me to always protect my own happiness-- to pursue my goals and not yours, and I've always respected that of you. Those words fuel my determination to do... something."

The glowing man smiled, the dark man only able to see half of it before speaking, the weight of his words pulsing through the other man's core.

"After all, the world honor ones loyalty and elegance."

They both laughed, embracing before allowing silence to fill the room once more. His head still conflicted, the man in darkness spoke, second guessing himself.

"Are you sure you'll be ok without a fourth seat... Lord Rigkt?"

Rigkt crossed his legs, his arms behind his head as he stretched, yawning.

"Don't worry about it! I've got a rookie that I think would be great for an eighth seat!"

The man smiled as he got up from his seat, saluting to him. Rigkt spoke softly in response as the man walked away, standing proud as he exited the room.

"Remember, you're always welcome back, Scott."