Welcome Charmer's

Back in the Royal Mansion, Albion leaned casually against one of the towering marble pillars, his arms crossed as he watched the Stardust Dragoas leave in a disciplined formation. He turned back toward Eria, Wynn, and Aussa, a mischievous smile playing on his face.

"Your friends have gotten the letter," Albion said with a small chuckle.

Eria let out a long sigh of relief, a gentle smile appearing on her face. "Good. It'll be great to have the group back together again. I really missed them."

Wynn, however, looked a bit more skeptical as she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure that having the letter written by one of the Blue-Eyes White Dragons — and not by us — was a good idea?"

Albion couldn't help but laugh, a genuine, light-hearted sound. "Come on, Wynn. It's not like they used the official royal seal or anything. They just... you know... borrowed some fancy stationary and wrote in 'important-looking' handwriting."

Aussa giggled mischievously. "It did look super official. Even I would've fallen for it if I got something that shiny and formal-looking."

Wynn grumbled. "That's what worries me... they'll think something huge is happening!"

Albion shrugged with a grin. "Well... it is huge. They're about to join the royal circus. Might as well have them mentally prepared."

Eria tilted her head, thoughtful. "I just hope Dharc doesn't start causing trouble again..."

Albion's grin widened. "Oh, trouble's already on the way. It's practically galloping here in a golden carriage."

At that moment, a soft magical ripple ran through the room — a signal from the outer gates.

Aussa perked up. "That's them!"

Albion stretched lazily. "Alright, showtime. Let's go welcome our lovely victims — I mean, guests."

The group chuckled as they made their way toward the front entrance, preparing for the storm that was about to arrive...

Dharc stepped off the elegant carriage first, his boots clicking softly against the polished marble steps as he glanced around the lavish entrance of the Royal Mansion. Her expression was calm but wary, a frown tugging at her lips.

"Alright," Dharc said, straightening his black and violet cloak. "Be ready. This could be a political meeting. They probably want our help for something big."

Hiita jumped down after her, a fiery gleam in her eye as she adjusted the wet hem of her thin dress. "Yeah, I heard rumours... The Royal Prince has been missing for days, right? Maybe they want us to track him down?"

Lyna, ever the optimist, carefully floated down after them with her magic, her bright white hair catching the sunlight. She clutched her staff closer as she spoke softly. "Do you think they want us to create a continent-wide search spell? That's the only thing I can imagine..."

Dharc actually chuckled a little at that, shaking his head. "Lyna... can we even do that? I mean, realistically? That would drain every last drop of magic from us and probably half the royal court, too."

Hiita snorted. "We could try! Maybe make it dramatic — shoot sparks into the sky, wave our arms around — look cool while we faint from mana exhaustion."

They all laughed lightly, but there was still tension in their steps as they approached the massive double doors of the mansion.

What none of them knew — not yet anyway — was that the letter wasn't a political summons at all. No emergency, no continent search, no missing prince mission.

It was... a friendly invite.

Written by their chaotic but well-meaning friends, to explain what insanity had gone down in the past two days — from magical duels to royal engagements — and to ask them if they'd like to join the madness in the Royal Albion Mansion.

They had no idea they were walking straight into a casual tea party meeting... led by a smug Eria, a mischievous Wynn, a barely-holding-back-laughter Aussa, and the new "Prince" Albion.

Inside the front entrance, Albion cracked his knuckles as he turned to the others.

"Alright," he said with a dangerous smile. "Time to see their faces when they realize this was all a big misunderstanding."

Eria giggled. "I can't wait."

The massive double doors of the Royal Mansion creaked open with a heavy, dramatic groan.

Hiita, Lyna, and Dharc stood tall (well, Dharc tried to look taller), heads high, preparing themselves for whatever grim royal mission awaited them.

Instead, what greeted them was...

Aussa awkwardly holding a tray of cookies (one already half-eaten).

Wynn sitting cross-legged on a couch, waving lazily.

Eria sipping tea from a cup that said #1 Wizard.

And Albion, who was casually slouched in a throne, waving his hand like a game show host announcing prizes.

"Welcome, travelers!" Albion declared with exaggerated grandeur. "You have been summoned... for snacks, gossip, and the royal chaos of your favorite idiots."

There was silence.

Utter silence.

Dharc blinked once. Twice.

Hiita's jaw dropped.

Lyna's face turned beet red from secondhand embarrassment.

"...What," Dharc said flatly, his voice void of all emotion.

Albion grinned wider. "Yeah, no political mission. No world-spanning spell. Just... a casual reunion!"

Hiita pointed accusingly at Albion. "YOU — YOU USED THE ROYAL SEAL!"

Albion shrugged dramatically. "Technically a royal seal. I borrowed it. Blue-Eyes White Dragon approved."

Lyna squeaked. "That's like a crime in five kingdoms!"

Wynn sipped her tea like an innocent angel. "Eh. Only if they find out."

Aussa added helpfully, cookie crumbs flying, "And even if they do, we'll just blame Albion. He's royalty. It's practically his job to get blamed."

Dharc, still processing, slowly dragged a hand down his face. "I thought we were going to be sent on some epic save-the-prince quest."

"You are saving a prince," Albion said, smirking. "Saving me... from boredom."

Hiita collapsed dramatically onto a couch. "I can't believe we prepared all those fancy speeches about loyalty and bravery for a tea party."

Lyna slumped down next to her, holding her staff limply. "I practiced a light magic salute..."

Dharc sighed heavily as he finally sat down too, muttering, "I swear, if Exodia is real, he's laughing at us right now."

Albion clapped his hands once. "Now that you're here — tea, cookies, chaotic updates about how I got engaged yesterday — let's party!"

Hiita, face down in a pillow, groaned loudly. "You WHAT?"

Eria laughed so hard she nearly spilled her tea.

After the events of the last few chaotic days was explained to the 3 Charmer.

Dharc blinked as he spoke, a he looked at Eria, Wynn and Aussa. "So let me get this straight, while Me and Lyna were in the Light Kingdom and Hiita was in her home of the Fire Kingdom, you two".

He pointed at Eria and Wynn. "You two, someone found Prince Albion, after he got lost in a training exercise, when he was flying, and after he fell into the water, he used a Light Push Glyph to safe him self, sense he was in the Wildlands, after he managed to be saves, you and Wynn found him, you knew he was Royalty, just not which Royalty, so you took him in, after a while you two found he was Son of King Albion as basically the next in line to the Throne".

Wynn spoke Looking at him. "Pretty much".

"After that, when you guys were sleeping, you were attacked by Traptrix Assassin, looking to kill the prince, toy guys manages to escape, and after that Decided to go the Wind Kingdom for safety and so that Prince can meet Lord Avian". Dharc counties.

Eria looked at him as she spoke. "Don't forget, I meet Gigobyte then".

Lyna then spoke looking at Aussa. "And while that was happening, for some reason you were in the desert, during that time, you passed out by heatstroke, and luckily you were found by the Search Part looking for Albion".

Aussa drank her tea as she spoke. "Yup, that how I got involved".

Miita then continues. "And after that, you said to check the Wind Kingdom and your group made first, Followed by Albion, Wynn and Eria, then you all were attacked by Traptrix again, and then saved".

Albion looked at her as he spoke. "Then there was a royal meeting, and royal engagement and everything, so that is everything".

Dharc just slumped on his chair as he spoke. "Ok, that is cool and everything, but what does this have to do with us?".

Albion looked at him as he spoke. "Eria and Wynn are the reason I made it back safely and Aussa joined the search part when she barely knew me, My father King Albion Offered then to become members of the Dragoon Guard Magic section, they said no, but they were given an offer to stay here, which they agreed on, and I thought aren't there like 3 more Charmer why not invite them".

Dharc just stared at Albion, mouth slightly open, brain lagging like a broken magic orb.

"...You invited us because... you thought why not?"

Albion nodded, completely unbothered. "Exactly! You're powerful, you're chaotic, you're my friends' friends. Plus, you have great aesthetic. Look at you — Hiita's practically on fire, Lyna's a walking lighthouse, and Dharc—"

He gestured vaguely at Dharc's dark, half-goth look.

"—You could start a revolution just by brooding in a corner."

Hiita leaned back smugly. "He's not wrong."

Lyna poked Dharc's side. "You do have that 'mysterious tragic hero' vibe."

Dharc gave them all a withering look. "I am NOT mysterious. I'm just normal."

Everyone in the room stared at him in complete silence.

Even the cookies seemed skeptical.

Eria smiled sweetly. "You literally walk around with one arm hidden in your cloak and summon shadow dragons when you're grumpy."

Aussa chimed in casually. "And you once tried to convince a haunted mirror to join your party."

Wynn added, sipping her tea, "And don't forget the time you challenged a dark lord to a chess game. And won."

Dharc buried his face into his hands. "I thought we agreed to NEVER speak of that again."

Albion laughed as he stood up, clapping Dharc on the back so hard he nearly faceplanted into the table.

"Come on, Dharc. It'll be fun. Training grounds, magic duels, maybe even a real job title like 'Dark Mage of the Royal Guard'!"

Hiita's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Ooooh, imagine! Sir Dharc, Defender of the Realm!"

Lyna, not missing a beat, chimed in. "Sir Broody, Knight of Infinite Grumpiness."

Dharc groaned loudly. "I hate all of you."

"Love you too, buddy," Albion said cheerfully.

Hiita leaned in, grinning. "So, when do we move in?"

Albion smirked, pointing over his shoulder. "Actually... your rooms are already ready. I may have, uh... kind of... assumed you'd all say yes."

Dharc narrowed his eyes. "Wait. What do you mean 'already ready'?"

Wynn raised her hand like a teacher's pet. "He had your rooms decorated based on your personalities."

Lyna blinked. "Wait what?"

Albion pulled out a sheet of paper and began reading dramatically:

"Room One: Hiita — fireproof walls, heat crystals, automatic fire extinguishers installed for emergencies."

Hiita grinned proudly. "Nice."

"Room Two: Lyna — sunlight windows, floating bookshelves, enchanted birdfeeders outside."

Lyna squealed happily. "Birds!"

"Room Three: Dharc — dark gothic style, shadow magic amplifiers, black curtains, ominous paintings."

Everyone turned to Dharc, who was turning red in pure embarrassment.

"...You made my room a villain lair," Dharc said, deadpan.

Albion winked. "Of course. It's what you deserve."

Dharc slumped even lower in his chair.

"This is going to be my life now, isn't it?"

Eria patted his head like he was a sad puppy. "Welcome to the chaos club."

Albion threw his arms open dramatically. "Welcome to the Dragon Nation's biggest disaster party!"

As Dharc dramatically dragged his hands down his face, muttering dark prophecies about being stuck with "these lunatics," Albion just smiled pleasantly, not letting even a flicker of his inner thoughts show.

Inside Albion's mind, however, a very different monologue was happening:

"Now, I do say all that cheerful nonsense, but let's be honest here... I had my own slightly selfish reason for having them here," Albion mused to himself, arms crossed behind his back as he nodded along to the conversation.

"If I remember correctly from my past life… the Charmer Deck was no joke. Sure, people underestimated it, called it 'cute' or 'just a fun deck'... but in the hands of someone smart? It could take control of almost any elemental monster on the battlefield."

He hid a smirk behind his teacup as Hiita started excitedly talking about setting up fireworks for a "housewarming."

"And if that's true in this world too... well, if a war between the Seven Nations ever breaks out, I'd rather have the ones who can charm half an enemy army onto my side... than against me."

He took a slow sip of tea as Dharc started arguing with a teapot that was apparently glaring at him.

"No need to tell them, of course. It's better if they think it's all friendship and rainbows. Motivated friends fight harder than hired swords, after all."

In the real world, Lyna was now enthusiastically explaining to Eria how she wanted to build a garden powered by sunlight magic.

Albion put on his best "kind and royal" smile.

"After all, we're all just one big, happy, chaotic family now, aren't we?"

Hiita raised her cup. "TO CHAOS!"

Everyone else followed, cheering.

Dharc, reluctantly lifting his own cup, grumbled:

"To my inevitable mental breakdown."

To be continued

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