15

Charm The Charmer!

The next morning, a soft mist blanketed Banan as Subaru, Halibel, and Beatrice made their way to the city's ancient library. They walked through winding alleys and bustling markets until they arrived at a modest, stone building tucked away from the crowded main streets. The library, known for its collection of historical records and relics from Alec Hoshin's era, was dimly lit, with shelves towering high above and filled with tomes that seemed untouched for decades.

Inside, Subaru felt a sense of awe, imagining the wealth of knowledge hidden within those pages. He glanced at Beatrice, who was already inspecting the shelves with keen interest, her fingers brushing the spines of old volumes. Halibel, on the other hand, looked around with a less impressed expression, his arms crossed as he followed them down the aisles.

"Alright," Subaru said, rolling up his sleeves. "Let's get to work. We're looking for anything related to Hoshin's legacy—maps, records, symbols, whatever we can find."

Beatrice nodded, her eyes sharp with focus. "If there's anything here, Betty will uncover it, I suppose."

They split up, with Subaru poring over stacks of dusty books, flipping through pages filled with accounts of Kagaragi's founding, trade routes, and Hoshin's legendary battles. But as the hours passed, his enthusiasm dimmed. He found no hidden codes, no mysterious references—only the same tales of conquest and alliance, nothing that pointed to anything left behind by Hoshin himself.

"Find anything, kid?" Halibel's voice came from behind him.

Subaru sighed, shaking his head. "Nothing. Just the same stories everyone already knows." He shut another book with a sigh. "Guess I was expecting… I don't know, a little more adventure here."

Halibel gave a low chuckle. "History's not always flashy. Sometimes it's just dusty books."

Subaru couldn't argue with that, but he couldn't shake his disappointment either. He met up with Beatrice, who looked similarly frustrated, her small frown mirroring his own.

"It's like there's a gap," she said, her voice thoughtful. "We know Hoshin left his mark, but it feels like the real secrets are hidden somewhere else, I suppose."

"Guess it's back to square one," Subaru muttered, a bit deflated.

They left the library, Subaru trying to shake off the sense of failure. As they wandered back through Banan's crowded streets, his mind drifted to other goals—particularly, an idea he'd been toying with since arriving in Kagaragi. The land was rich with traders, travelers, and adventurers, and he couldn't help but think of the potential that lay in business.

A smirk spread across his face as a new determination took root.

"Maybe I've been looking at this the wrong way," Subaru said, turning to Halibel and Beatrice. "Hoshin left a legacy, right? And I bet it wasn't just in dusty old books. He was known for his business, for the way he transformed Kagaragi."

Halibel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What're ya getting at?"

Subaru crossed his arms, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I think it's time I make my own mark. What if I started a business here in Banan? Nothing huge, just a place where people can come together—traders, mercenaries, and travelers. A place that could grow into something bigger."

Beatrice's frown faded, replaced by a small smile. "Betty thinks it's an ambitious idea, I suppose. But you would need resources, connections."

"Exactly," Subaru replied, his mind racing with ideas. "But I think we can pull it off. If we can get the right people interested, find a good spot, maybe even use some of Hoshin's principles, we could create something that lasts."

Halibel chuckled, nodding. "It's bold, kid. But if anyone's got the guts to make it work, it's you."

With his friends' support, Subaru felt a surge of confidence. The archives may not have held the secrets he'd hoped for, but he realized now that he didn't need to live in Hoshin's shadow. He could create his own legacy—one rooted in the present, with its own stories, alliances, and challenges.

"Well then," Subaru said, grinning. "Let's get started."

A week had passed, and the inn in Banan that Subaru and his group called home had transformed into a buzzing center of ideas and planning. Every night, Subaru gathered with a curious assortment of Kagaragi's traders, merchants, and anyone who'd listen to his pitch. He shared ambitious visions for a new kind of business—a place for travelers, adventurers, and traders to meet, barter, and share resources.

Tonight was no different, with Subaru animatedly discussing plans, diagrams scribbled on parchment strewn across the table. Tivey and Mimi sat close by, cheering him on with wide-eyed excitement.

"Yes! And imagine this—an exchange hub where merchants can pool their resources and form partnerships," Subaru declared, his voice echoing in the inn's common room.

Mimi clapped enthusiastically. "Mimi loves that! Mimi thinks Subaru's got the best ideas!"

Tivey adjusted his monocle, nodding sagely. "Quite the inspired thought, Mr. Natsuki. Efficiency and convenience—it's bound to attract attention."

As Subaru explained his concept for a guild-style network, with some mercenaries from Kagaragi giving nods of approval, he didn't notice a pair of unexpected visitors arriving at the inn's entrance. Anastasia Hoshin and Julius stood by the door, a mixture of amusement and surprise on their faces. They'd come to Kagaragi to get a closer look at what Subaru had been up to, but seeing him passionately delivering a business plan to a crowd of rough-and-tumble traders and merchants was noy what they'd expected.

Anastasia's gaze was sharp, her interest piqued as she watched Subaru rallying his listeners. "Well, I'll be," she murmured, crossing her arms. "The kid actually went ahead and started his own network. He's got more guts than I thought."

Julius, standing beside her, allowed himself a smile. "It seems he's more than adapted to Kagaragi's spirit. I have to admit, I never expected to find him running a business meeting."

Subaru, finally noticing the new arrivals, blinked in surprise before breaking into a grin. "Hey! Julius! Anastasia! You're just in time to hear about my big plans!"

Anastasia chuckled, making her way over. "From what I'm hearing, ya don't need any advice. Looks like yer already half a step to buildin' an empire."

Subaru laughed, a bit embarrassed. "It's just a small start, really. But I think it could work. This place has so much untapped potential, and I thought—why not try to build something?"

Julius stepped forward, his gaze thoughtful. "You seem confident, Subaru. But you know building trust in a place like Kagaragi takes more than enthusiasm. There's risk, both in reputation and resources."

"Julius is right," Anastasia added, though her smile was approving. "People here have long memories, and they'll be watching to see if ya follow through. But if yer serious, I might know a few people who'd be interested in backin' ya up. Under one condition."

Subaru's eyes lit up. "Name it."

Anastasia leaned closer, her tone playful but with a hint of challenge. "I want a stake in this business of yours. A small one, naturally. Just enough to see if yer as good as you think."

He raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Deal. But I'm not going to hold back just because you're part of it. I'm aiming big here."

The traders around them laughed, impressed by Subaru's confidence, while Mimi and Tivey exchanged excited glances. Beatrice, watching from nearby, rolled her eyes but couldn't help the faint smile on her lips.

As the night wore on, Anastasia and Julius found themselves drawn into Subaru's plans, offering insights and ideas that elevated his original concept. They watched, intrigued, as Subaru navigated the crowd with a mix of boldness and charm. By the end of the night, it was clear to everyone that Subaru's venture was no ordinary project it was the beginning of something that could change the face of Kagaragi.

As the conversation around the table continued, Halibel, who had been watching quietly from the back, finally spoke up, his deep voice cutting through the chatter. "Before any of you get too carried away, you should know Kagaragi isn't just about merchants and traders. If you're serious about business here, you're gonna need to understand how things really work."

Subaru nodded, his enthusiasm undeterred. "That's exactly why I've been talking with everyone I can. It's more than just about starting something; I want this to mean something here, in a place like Kagaragi."

Anastasia regarded Halibel with an appraising look, her usual confidence wavering slightly. "And you're quite the figure to be guiding him on that, aren'tcha? A man of your talents and connections. I'll be honest, though—I don't often place my money on what I can't control."

Halibel smirked, crossing his arms. "Smart. But here, control is an illusion. Kagaragi thrives on balance. Even if you have backing, you'd better have someone who knows how to handle more… delicate situations." His eyes glinted, hinting at the shadowed side of Kagaragi's influence, where the shinobi held sway.

Julius, observing Halibel closely, couldn't hide his curiosity. "I've heard rumors of Kagaragi's legendary shinobi, but I didn't expect one to be advising our friend here." He raised a hand to his chin, his gaze sharp. "And, from what I've seen, I suspect those tales don't do your skills justice."

Halibel chuckled, a low sound that hinted at the edge of his strength. "Good instinct, knight. But tales are all ya need to know. If I'm with Subaru, I'll keep things under control—for now."

Subaru gave a thumbs-up to Julius, grinning. "See? I've got my bases covered. With Halibel here, we can navigate all the hidden stuff, and with you and Anastasia, we've got the business side down."

Anastasia shook her head, looking a mix of impressed and wary. "I'm still not sure if I should be betting on a plan that relies on shinobi secrecy and a boy with ambition that could sink him." She looked Subaru squarely in the eye. "But… maybe that's what makes it interesting. Just don't expect me to go easy on you if things turn."

Subaru met her gaze, unwavering. "Wouldn't dream of it."

The gathered traders and locals murmured in approval, drawn by the mix of bold personalities and big promises. Tivey and Mimi continued their chorus of cheers, and even Beatrice looked intrigued, if only because of Subaru's confidence.

Julius leaned forward, still wary but clearly curious. "Then tell me, Subaru. This plan of yours—what exactly do you see it becoming? Because Kagaragi isn't known for its hospitality, nor does it suffer those who can't keep up."

Subaru's grin widened. "That's the best part. This isn't going to be just a business. It's going to be a place people can count on, a place that's fair, where people from all over can come together. Kagaragi has its way of doing things, but maybe it's ready for a little change."

Anastasia's gaze lingered on Subaru, a spark of interest mixing with her usual skepticism. "A fair place, huh? Sounds almost noble. You're startin' to sound like some of the legends around here," she said with a slight smirk.

Subaru laughed, waving his hands. "Hey, I'm just aiming for practical here. Kagaragi's a tough place, sure, but that doesn't mean people can't work together to make things better. Even if it's just one small step at a time."

Julius chuckled, though his expression softened as he looked at Subaru. "You know, your optimism is… admirable, Subaru. I have to admit, when I first met you, I didn't see you quite this way."

"Is that so?" Subaru gave a sly smile. "I seem to remember you looking pretty impressed when I actually got you to use your sword against me."

Julius looked momentarily uncomfortable but kept his composure. "Well, I suppose that's part of why I wanted to speak to you. I've wanted to apologize for that duel, Subaru—the one in front of the knights back in the capital. I was… a bit harsh."

Subaru blinked, surprised by the earnestness in Julius's tone. Then, he waved a hand dismissively. "Hey, no need to apologize. You won fair and square. Besides, if we hadn't fought, I wouldn't have figured out what I was really up against. You were like a reality check, honestly."

Julius's smile softened with relief, though a playful gleam entered his eye. "Well, if you're taking it in such good spirits, perhaps we could arrange another match sometime. Hopefully without an audience this time."

"Only if you're ready to be the one losing," Subaru shot back, grinning.

Anastasia shook her head, clearly amused by the competitive energy between them. "Men an' their egos," she muttered, though a small smile played on her lips.

Then Julius's expression turned serious, and the mood shifted with it. "On a more pressing note, there's something I wanted to address regarding the situation with Roswaal and the Matthers estate," he said, leaning forward. "I plan on pursuing this legally. Attempting to kill you, and the others who traveled with you, cannot go unaddressed."

Subaru's easygoing grin faded as he met Julius's eyes. "You really mean that, huh?"

Julius nodded. "It's not only about justice, Subaru. There are many in the capital—and beyond—who believe Roswaal's influence gives him impunity. If we show that even he is subject to the law, it might help discourage others who think they're untouchable."

Subaru exhaled slowly, his expression serious. "I appreciate it, Julius. He needs to be held accountable for what he's done." He glanced around at his friends, each one of them quietly listening. "And… maybe this'll send a message. You don't mess with people who actually care about each other and expect to walk away clean."

Anastasia nodded approvingly, her gaze calculating. "A strong message, to be sure. If ya play it right, Julius, people will be watching—and maybe even rooting for ya."

Julius gave a small nod, his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his sword. "That's the hope. But know this, Subaru: I'll need your testimony as well. You were at the heart of it all, and your experience is crucial."

Subaru nodded, his expression firm. "Whatever you need. I'm in."

The rest of the group exchanged glances, each one silently absorbing the gravity of Julius's plan.

Anastasia looked at Julius thoughtfully, then turned her gaze back to Subaru. "If yer really going after Roswaal, you do realize the impact it'll have on Emilia's campaign, right? That's no small ripple—it's more like a storm."

Julius nodded. "Roswaal's support is significant for Lady Emilia's royal selection efforts. Even if the charges against him are serious, his influence is hard to deny. Public opinion may sway against her, and it might even jeopardize her standing if she loses his backing entirely."

Subaru's expression turned grim as he took in their words. He crossed his arms, glancing out the inn window at the bustling street below. "Yeah, I've thought about that. But Roswaal's the one who forced my hand by pushing things this far. He's never been straightforward about his goals, and if he's willing to risk innocent lives just to manipulate people, then maybe he shouldn't be backing Emilia's campaign in the first place."

Anastasia raised an eyebrow. "That's a bold stance to take, Subaru. ya'd potentially be shaking Emilia's whole foundation, are ya prepared for what that means?"

Subaru looked back at her, a hint of sadness in his eyes but also a newfound determination. "I get it. I know Emilia's path will be a lot harder without Roswaal's support. But… I'm not planning on going back to her or the people near Arlam Village, anyway. I've got my own things to work on here. Maybe it's better if we keep our paths separate."

Julius gave him a surprised look. "You're serious about staying in Kagaragi?"

Subaru nodded, glancing around at his group. Beatrice, the triplets, Halibel, all of whom were listening intently. "Yeah, I am. I spent a long time thinking I had to be at Emilia's side to help her succeed. But maybe I can do more by stepping out of her way for a while. Let her figure out her own path without always having me there to fight her battles."

Anastasia studied him, her sharp eyes softening a bit. "Leaving her behind… that's a hard choice. Yer really believe it's the best thing for her?"

"I hope so," Subaru replied quietly. "I want her to succeed because she's strong on her own, not because she has people propping her up. If Roswaal's fall causes problems, then maybe it's just one more hurdle for her to face and overcome."

Julius nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps you're right, Subaru. This could be her chance to grow, to stand on her own without questionable allies." He placed a hand on Subaru's shoulder. "But you realize this also means you'll have to live with the consequences of whatever happens in her campaign."

Subaru shrugged, a small, determined smile appearing on his face. "I know. I'll miss her and everyone back there… but I think this is my way of growing too. And besides, I've got people here to look after, and maybe even bigger battles ahead. I can't keep looking back."

Just as the conversation took a more serious turn, Hetaro suddenly leaned forward, his usual quiet demeanor replaced with unexpected enthusiasm. "Hey, Subaru, sorry to break up the serious talk, but… aren't we forgetting something important?"

The raven youth blinked, taken off guard. "Uh… what are we forgetting?"

"Food!" The cat declared, a rare glint of excitement in his eyes. "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm starving. And I know Mimi's been ready for dinner since we got here."

At the mention of her name, Mimi's ears perked up, and she practically bounced in her seat. "Yes! Mimi's so hungry! Talking about serious stuff makes Mimi's tummy extra rumbly!"

Tivey adjusted his monocle, giving a dignified nod. "I must admit, a meal would certainly help us refuel after a long day of planning and scheming. Plus, our guest Lady Anastasia could surely use a taste of Banan's best offerings."

Anastasia chuckled, visibly amused. "Oh, Guest? And my a formal name?

The cat only nodded in reply with a teasing nod accompanied by a smile.

"Seems Mr. Natsuki has rubbed off on yall." The merchant princess chuckled, "I'd never say no to a good meal. Can't do business on an empty stomach, after all."

Subaru exchanged a glance with Julius, who looked equally amused by the sudden turn in the conversation. The nasty eyed boy grinned and gave Hetaro a playful salute. "You know what, Hetaro? You're absolutely right. This intense strategizing can wait until we've had some real food. Let's go hunt down a feast!"

With that, the entire group rose, a newfound energy sweeping through them as they filed out of the inn. Halibel joined in, a subtle smile on his usually stoic face as he followed the others down the street.

As they weaved through the bustling marketplace, the scents of roasted meats, fresh bread, and spiced vegetables filled the air. Mimi darted ahead, already pointing out stalls and vendors that looked particularly delicious, with Hetaro trailing close behind to keep her from wandering too far. Tivey kept to Subaru's side, eagerly scanning the options.

"Alright, everyone," Subaru announced with a grin. "Let's make this a proper meal. We'll take a little break from plans, politics, and all the heavy stuff. Tonight's just about good food and good company."

They all cheered in agreement, with the triplets practically bouncing with excitement as they dove into the market's rich, savory offerings.

The grand council chamber in Lugnica was bathed in the cool light of late afternoon, the long shadows cast by the tall windows mingling with the ambient glow of sconces along the stone walls. The air inside was thick with tension as members of the Sage Council, representatives of Lugnica's highest authority, gathered around a massive circular table. Their voices echoed through the vaulted ceilings as discussions grew heated and uncompromising.

Seated with his arms crossed and an expression of quiet severity was Bordeaux Zellgef. A seasoned and imposing figure, Bordeaux's thick beard and weathered face spoke of both age and battle-worn experience. He wore the armor of a man who'd spent his life in service, his shoulders broad and his eyes sharp, taking in each word with the intensity of a predator watching his prey. Known for his rigid adherence to tradition and military discipline, Bordeaux had little patience for the shifting dynamics of court alliances.

Across from him sat Miklotov McMahon, a stark contrast in both demeanor and appearance. Miklotov was lean and intellectual, with a neatly trimmed mustache and a gentle face marked by faint lines of age and thoughtfulness. His robes were elegantly tailored, symbolizing his role as one of the most diplomatic and scholarly voices on the council. A staunch advocate for reform and progress, Miklotov's approach was almost always tempered by logic rather than force. But today, even he appeared strained, his brow furrowing as he listened to Bordeaux's unyielding stance.

As Bordeaux concluded a pointed statement, Miklotov cleared his throat, his voice calm but firm. "Bordeaux, we cannot afford to cling blindly to tradition at a time when Lugnica faces the shifting tides of potential war and political upheaval. Staunch allies are what we need—and those willing to adapt."

Bordeaux narrowed his eyes, his voice low and commanding. "And who do you think can adapt, Miklotov? Anastasia Hoshin and her greed-driven policies? Or perhaps Crusch Karsten and her ambition to reshape Lugnica in her image? I trust neither as far as I can throw them."

Miklotov leaned forward, his fingers lightly pressed together. "You're thinking only of the past, my friend. Crusch may be ambitious, but she has a vision for Lugnica that aligns with the people's well-being. She respects our traditions, yet she knows how to adjust them to fit the present. I'd support Crusch without hesitation for the sake of a prosperous future."

Bordeaux scoffed, his lips curling in disdain. "And what of Anastasia? Would you let a merchant run Lugnica, thinking only of her pockets?"

A faint smile touched Miklotov's lips, though his gaze remained unwavering. "Anastasia's talents go beyond profit, Bordeaux. She's proven herself shrewd and skilled in matters of diplomacy and negotiation. If Lugnica needs economic stability and strategic alliances, she may be precisely the ally we need. I'd support her if it would ensure our strength against outside threats. We can't overlook the influence she commands."

Bordeaux leaned back, crossing his arms with a deep frown. "So, that's your stance? Splitting your support between two opposing candidates?"

Miklotov sighed, folding his hands in front of him. "It's not about division, Bordeaux; it's about aligning with leaders who understand the stakes and who offer Lugnica different paths to the same goal. Crusch and Anastasia, despite their differences, are both capable of strengthening Lugnica. I intend to work with both of them where possible to bring balance to the realm."

Bordeaux snorted, unwilling to concede so easily. "Balance," he muttered. "Perhaps you have too much faith in these women, Miklotov. But I won't stand idly by if I see their influence threatening the kingdom."

Miklotov's gaze softened, but his voice retained a note of challenge. "And I, Bordeaux, won't let Lugnica fall into stagnation due to the fear of change. If we're to keep this kingdom strong, then we must accept that new approaches may be exactly what we need."

The two men held each other's gaze in a silent clash of wills, each rooted firmly in his belief yet bound by a shared duty to Lugnica. As their voices faded, a tense silence settled over the council chamber, heavy with the realization that Lugnica's future might very well depend on which vision would ultimately prevail.

As the silence thickened between Bordeaux and Miklotov, Bordeaux leaned back, a hint of disdain creeping onto his face as he thought of another royal candidate. "And then there's Priscilla Barielle," he muttered. "A woman who acts as if the kingdom itself should bow at her feet simply for existing."

Miklotov offered a wry smile. "True enough, Bordeaux. She's unpredictable, and her self-centered arrogance makes her difficult to control—or even reason with. Still… there's a strength in her. She's formidable, I'll grant her that."

Bordeaux grunted, unwilling to disagree. "Strength, yes. She has no fear of wielding power and has the ability to command others with ease. I respect that much, but I can't see her leading Lugnica with a mind for anything other than her own luxury."

The two men nodded in reluctant agreement, their shared aversion to Priscilla's self-serving nature tempered by a begrudging respect for her fortitude. Yet, as the conversation turned toward another candidate, their expressions softened slightly.

"Then, of course, there's Felt," Miklotov continued, a note of curiosity entering his tone. "A wild card in every sense. She came from nothing, and yet here she stands, backed by Reinhard himself. It's an unusual combination, but…" He trailed off, shaking his head as if to dismiss the thought.

"Unusual indeed," Bordeaux replied, his skepticism clear. "I don't think she's fit to lead a nation. Her heart may be in the right place, but there's little she understands of the intricate workings of this kingdom. She's an outsider, and not just socially. It's unlikely she'll gain the support she needs."

Miklotov nodded, though there was a touch of sympathy in his eyes. "Perhaps. Still, it's intriguing to see someone of such humble origins among the ranks of royalty. If nothing else, she represents a shift in Lugnica's future—a sign that even the impossible is within reach."

Their musings shifted as the name Natsuki Subaru surfaced—a name that had quietly but undeniably woven itself into the political web of the kingdom. Bordeaux's eyes narrowed, his brows knitting together at the mention. "And then there's him," he said, barely concealing his distaste. "A young man with no ties to our land, who somehow wields influence over the royal selection as if he belongs here."

Miklotov's expression grew thoughtful, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "Subaru's presence here is certainly… unconventional. But he's proven himself resourceful, and he's endeared himself to several key players. His loyalty to Emilia has brought attention to her campaign, and his alliances with Crusch and Anastasia have only broadened his reach."

"Loyalty or interference?" Bordeaux replied, his tone edged with frustration. "He's meddling in things he doesn't fully understand. Subaru acts as if Lugnica's fate is his to mold, as if his loyalty makes up for his lack of heritage. And yet…" Bordeaux hesitated, an unwilling respect creeping into his voice, "…he's made a difference. I can't deny that."

Miklotov looked at Bordeaux, his gaze steady. "It's precisely because he's an outsider that Subaru brings a unique perspective. He sees things we might overlook. He's brought a sense of unity to these candidates, making allies of people who might otherwise have remained rivals. That's no small feat."

Bordeaux scoffed. "But at what cost? Subaru's constant defiance, his tendency to challenge authority—it's dangerous. If he continues down this path, he could just as easily destabilize the entire kingdom as he could save it. Lugnica's order isn't meant to be toyed with by an outsider."

"Perhaps," Miklotov conceded. "But Subaru isn't motivated by ambition or greed. He's driven by loyalty and an unwavering sense of duty to the people he cares about. And despite his recklessness, he's managed to inspire those around him, even bringing a sense of hope. It's… unorthodox, but it's undeniable."

Bordeaux sighed, running a hand through his beard. "We may not agree on his methods, but you're right. His impact on this kingdom is already significant. And whether we approve of him or not, it's likely that his actions will continue to shape the future of Lugnica."

A heavy silence settled over them once more as they reflected on this unlikely figure whose presence had shifted the kingdom's course. While both men held their reservations, they recognized that Natsuki Subaru was a force in Lugnica—one they could not ignore, no matter how unpredictable he might be.

The council chamber fell into silence as Bordeaux and Miklotov both gazed thoughtfully at the ancient Dragon Tablet, its inscriptions casting a quiet weight over their conversation. The tablet, covered in cryptic prophecies and divine guidance, had long shaped Lugnica's history and its royal succession. Bordeaux's fingers brushed the edge of the tablet as he frowned, his gaze contemplative.

"Is it true, then?" he murmured, breaking the silence. "The Dragon Tablet's prophecy… it suggests that Subaru is destined to marry one of the royal candidates?"

Miklotov nodded, his expression conflicted. "That's the interpretation, though the text is as vague as ever. The tablet speaks of a foreigner bound to the future of the kingdom, tied by fate to one of those vying for the throne. It's a curious notion—an outsider woven into our land's destiny in such an intimate way."

Bordeaux scoffed softly, though there was a hint of discomfort in his eyes. "I struggle to accept that a stranger, an untrained, unconnected boy, would hold a place in Lugnica's highest fate. And to marry one of the candidates, no less. It feels… unprecedented."

Miklotov considered Bordeaux's words. "Unprecedented, perhaps, but that might be why it carries weight. Subaru's presence has already affected each of the candidates in one way or another. He's motivated them, rallied them, even forced them to confront their weaknesses. And it's undeniable that his connection to Emilia has brought her campaign far more visibility."

Bordeaux sighed, clearly frustrated. "But what of the other candidates? Do we truly believe that fate has chosen him to align with one of them, no matter who they are? Subaru's ties to Emilia are well-known, yet his presence with Crusch and Anastasia has grown. Even Priscilla and Felt have encountered him in ways that seem… fateful."

Miklotov chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving the tablet. "Fate is often fickle, Bordeaux. Subaru's loyalty to Emilia doesn't guarantee anything—especially not in matters as unpredictable as love and destiny. For all we know, his connection to any one of these women could deepen, or he may ultimately surprise us all."

Bordeaux grimaced, still visibly skeptical. "So, this prophecy hints that Subaru, an outsider, will unite with one of the candidates to shape Lugnica's future. That could mean a marriage, an alliance, or simply a lasting influence. But in a kingdom that follows its traditions and bloodlines, the idea of an outsider marrying into our highest station… well, it's unsettling."

"Perhaps that's the point," Miklotov replied, his tone pensive. "The Dragon Tablet has always guided us, even when its meaning is obscure. It's possible that Lugnica itself requires change, a fresh perspective from someone who sees things differently. Subaru's influence might be precisely what this kingdom needs to evolve."

Bordeaux huffed, though his resistance softened. "I may not like it, but if the Dragon Tablet indeed points to such a union, we'd be wise not to ignore it. Subaru's marriage, should it come to pass could strengthen ties with any one of the candidates, bringing unity to Lugnica's future."

Bordeaux's fingers drummed impatiently on the table as he weighed their next steps. "For a foreigner, Subaru has gained far too much influence without us knowing his intentions," he muttered. "A proper interview, a formal inquiry… it's overdue. We need to know where his loyalties lie and what he aims to accomplish here."

Miklotov nodded, though his expression was contemplative. "Agreed, Bordeaux. But it would be wise to approach with subtlety. The boy has maneuvered through Lugnica's circles remarkably well. A direct approach may prompt him to guard his words."

Bordeaux narrowed his eyes, scoffing. "Then let him guard them. We will see through any pretense. The influence he wields over the royal selection candidates warrants a close examination—especially given the Dragon Tablet's implication. A marriage to one of the candidates would place him at the heart of our kingdom's power."

Miklotov leaned forward. "Very well. We should send a knight to the Astrea Mansion to request Subaru's presence. With any luck, Reinhard's household may have already encouraged some refinement in him."

Bordeaux chuckled dryly. "Reinhard might be virtuous, but this boy… he's no knight, no noble. A proper questioning is in order, and the sooner we understand his motives, the better."

With a quick nod to an attendant, Bordeaux issued an order to dispatch a knight to the Astrea residence immediately. They both watched as the attendant hurried out, vanishing down the stone hallways with purpose.

Yet as the minutes passed, Miklotov's mind lingered on one particular detail he hadn't shared with Bordeaux. Subaru's origins weren't just unusual—they were wholly unknown to Lugnica. The Great Cascade had kept their kingdom isolated, secure from the world beyond, for centuries. No one had crossed it from the outside and returned, until Subaru. If the council discovered this, it could either lend credence to his strange fate or incite distrust that would only complicate matters further.

"Best not to reveal everything just yet," Miklotov thought, his gaze fixed firmly on the Dragon Tablet. "Lugnica's future will reveal its course soon enough."

After some time, the council's attendant returned, his expression tense. He bowed, speaking quickly. "Sirs, the knight we sent to the Astrea Mansion has reported back. It appears that… Natsuki Subaru is not currently residing there."

Bordeaux scowled, irritation flashing in his eyes. "What? If he's not under Reinhard's watch, then where?"

The attendant hesitated. "It seems he left the mansion some weeks ago. No one there could confirm his current whereabouts, though some rumors suggest he traveled east, toward Kagaragi."

"Kagaragi?" Bordeaux's voice dripped with incredulity. "What business does he have in Kagaragi?"

Miklotov's expression remained thoughtful, though he couldn't quite hide his surprise. "Curious… the boy moves quickly. His influence extends even beyond Lugnica now."

Bordeaux's jaw tightened. "Then we send another knight. If he has reason to flee, we will uncover it."

Miklotov held up a hand, gesturing for patience. "Let us not appear too hasty, Bordeaux. His movements may be related to one of the royal candidates, which could prove useful. We need not stir up suspicion among the nobility just yet. But once he returns, we will insist on an audience. No young outsider will sway Lugnica without our scrutiny."

Bordeaux's frown deepened, his mind racing through every angle of Subaru's sudden absence. "This boy is more than just a meddlesome foreigner," he muttered to himself, his thoughts churning. "He was explicitly warned to stay within Lugnica's borders while we evaluated his intentions. And yet he's left without so much as a word, traveling to Kagaragi of all places."

Miklotov, watching Bordeaux's reaction closely, tried to keep his own expression neutral. He sensed Bordeaux's growing agitation but knew better than to stoke it further. "Bordeaux," he said calmly, "it's possible Subaru's intentions are not malicious. Kagaragi may be tied to his involvement with one of the candidates, perhaps Lady Anastasia, given her connections there."

But the bald man was no longer listening to reason. "Malicious or not, this was a direct violation of the council's orders," he declared, his voice hardening. "If we allow a foreigner—one who might hold influence over our kingdom's future—to disregard our commands, it sends a dangerous message. He may think himself above our laws. I'll not allow it."

Turning to an aide, Bordeaux issued the order. "Prepare an arrest warrant for Natsuki Subaru. Effective immediately, he is considered in violation of the council's decree. If he sets foot in Lugnica again, he is to be detained without delay."

Miklotov's eyes widened, though he remained silent. He understood Bordeaux's rationale, but the decision felt heavy-handed. "Is this truly necessary?" he asked quietly, hoping to temper Bordeaux's stance. "Subaru's actions may have been impulsive, but an arrest… it may only provoke further instability among the royal selection candidates."

"Instability?" Bordeaux scoffed. "Instability is allowing an outsider to defy our orders and roam free. We need to show the people of Lugnica that our laws apply to all, no matter their status or supposed fate."

Miklotov withheld further protest, sensing it would only harden Bordeaux's resolve. Instead, he changed course. "If we are pursuing this, then Henkel Astrea, who was given charge of supervising Subaru, will need to be held accountable as well."

Bordeaux's lips pressed into a thin line. "Indeed. Henkel's negligence in this matter is unforgivable. As deputy commander, he was tasked with watching over Subaru, and yet Subaru has vanished under his nose. His status as an Astrea may hold weight, but it does not place him above responsibility."

Miklotov nodded, though he couldn't shake a feeling of unease. Henkel Astrea was a proud knight, but his loyalty was not as steadfast as Reinhard's. The deputy commander's mixed reputation, and occasional bouts of indifference to duty, had always kept him on a precarious footing. An order like this, coming from the council, might lead to Henkel's suspension or even dismissal.

"If Henkel cannot manage such a straightforward responsibility, then his position will be reconsidered," Bordeaux continued, his tone colder than usual. "His family name does not entitle him to overlook duty. He will answer for Subaru's disappearance and the subsequent violation of council orders."

Miklotov managed a faint sigh. He understood Bordeaux's need for control, but this seemed to verge on paranoia. "Then it's settled. Subaru will be arrested upon his return, and Henkel will face questioning regarding his negligence in this matter."

Bordeaux gave a brisk nod, his mind already working through the implications. "Exactly. Subaru may think he can act without consequence, but he'll soon learn that Lugnica's laws are not so easily dismissed. And as for Henkel, he will realize that even an Astrea must be held accountable."

The council room fell silent again, both men contemplating the fallout that would inevitably follow. For Bordeaux, it was a necessary show of order and authority. For Miklotov, it was a reminder of how precarious Lugnica's stability truly was—especially with a foreigner like Subaru now woven into the kingdom's fate, a fate that seemed increasingly complicated by the machinations of both the council and the royal selection.

As Bordeaux's orders were relayed and preparations for Subaru's arrest were put into motion, Miklotov felt a weight settle on him. He maintained his calm, diplomatic facade, nodding in agreement where necessary and acknowledging Bordeaux's concerns. But deep down, his mind was racing. He understood Bordeaux's need to assert control, especially in a time when Lugnica's future was in flux. Yet he couldn't shake a growing sense that Bordeaux was overreaching—that Subaru's intentions might not only be innocent but crucial to Lugnica's fate.

When the council meeting adjourned, Miklotov lingered in the chamber, watching Bordeaux depart with a sense of purpose that bordered on zeal. Once he was alone, Miklotov allowed himself a rare sigh of frustration, his mind turning to Subaru's strange influence on the royal selection and the kingdom itself. He'd observed the young man's effect on the candidates and felt something significant in Subaru's presence—a spark that could ignite change, perhaps even in ways the Dragon Tablet itself hinted at.

He'd have to be careful. Supporting Subaru openly would jeopardize his own standing on the council, especially against a powerful figure like Bordeaux. But if there was any chance that Subaru's involvement in Kagaragi held importance for Lugnica, then perhaps he needed someone looking out for him in the shadows.

Miklotov left the council chamber, moving through the quiet hallways with a deliberate calm. When he reached his private office, he closed the door softly and immediately set to work. From a drawer in his desk, he retrieved a blank sheet of parchment and began penning a discreet letter.

The message was simple, addressed to a trusted friend within Lugnica who operated quietly outside the council's formal purview, a contact he could rely on to act without question and with utmost discretion.

"Keep watch over Natsuki Subaru. The council has issued an order for his arrest upon his return to Lugnica, under the claim of a violation. His actions in Kagaragi may hold greater significance to the kingdom than currently understood. Ensure he is safe and that his actions can be reported without interference. I trust your judgment."

Miklotov sealed the letter, stamping it with a modest seal that wouldn't draw attention. He would send it out by nightfall, ensuring it would reach his contact promptly. Subaru might never know of Miklotov's quiet support, but that didn't matter. What mattered was protecting a figure who, despite being an outsider, had shown an unyielding loyalty to Lugnica and those he cared about.

As he leaned back in his chair, Miklotov reflected on the strange twists of fate that had brought Subaru into their lives. Perhaps Bordeaux was right to be wary; Subaru was an unpredictable element. But Miklotov knew that Lugnica itself was in need of fresh perspectives, a new path beyond the traditions that sometimes held them back. Subaru represented that possibility, an opportunity for change. And if his influence was meant to guide Lugnica into a new era, then Miklotov would ensure that destiny was protected.

With a final glance at the sealed letter, he whispered to himself, "For the future of Lugnica… I hope you're as worthy as you seem, Subaru."

A quiet tension filled Roswaal's dimly lit office, where the noble sat alone at his grand desk, the flickering candlelight casting elongated shadows across the room. Papers lay scattered before him, but his gaze was distant, lost in thoughts known only to him. His long fingers drummed rhythmically on the polished wood, the faint sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.

The door opened quietly, and Ram stepped inside, her presence as poised and reserved as ever. Her pink hair fell in a neat bob around her face, and her expression held a formality befitting her role as both maid and confidante. She moved forward, stopping just short of Roswaal's desk, her red eyes fixed on him.

"Lord Roswaal," she began, her voice steady. "I bring news from the capital. A warrant has been issued for Natsuki Subaru's arrest."

For a split second, a glint of malicious joy flickered in Roswaal's heterochromatic eyes, a spark that quickly vanished beneath a mask of feigned indifference. He leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his hand as if the information were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

"Is that sooooo?" he drawled, his voice calm, almost lazy. "And what reason could the esteemed council have for such drastic action against our dear Subaruuuu?"

Ram's tone remained steady. "They claim he violated an order to remain within Lugnica's borders. It appears he traveled to Kagaragi without permission."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Roswaal's mouth, though he hid it well. "How very booooold of him. Our Subaru certainly has a way of… testing boundaries, wouldn't you say?"

Ram's gaze remained fixed, but there was a subtle tension in her expression, as though she sensed the underlying glee in his voice. "It seems so, my lord."

Roswaal waved a dismissive hand, feigning disinterest. "Well, the council will do what it must. Subaru may think himself above the rules, but reality has a way of humbling even the most spirited individuals." He let out a soft, mirthless chuckle, his eyes gleaming with barely restrained satisfaction.

Ram, ever perceptive, tilted her head slightly. "Are you pleased by this development, Lord Roswaal?"

He let out a low, thoughtful hum, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk. "Pleased? Oh, I wouldn't say that. After all, Subaru is such a… valuable asset in his own way. But it does entertain me to think that he might be forced to learn the consequences of his reckless behavior." He paused, his gaze turning distant, yet the faint smile never left his face. "The boy may serve a purpose, but even pawns must learn discipline, wouldn't you agreeeeee?"

Ram nodded, her expression unreadable. "As you say, my lord."

Roswaal leaned forward, folding his hands on the desk as his voice dropped to a murmur. "Still, Subaru's little journey to Kagaraggggi… intriguing, isn't it? Such a bold choice, and with the council's attention no less. One has to wonder… what does he think he can accomplish?"

Ram met his gaze, her tone level. "Whatever his goal, it may now be complicated by the council's warrant."

"Ah, yes. And isn't that a pity?" Roswaal's smile widened, the glint of malice in his eyes unmistakable. "The poor boy has set himself on a path with… interesting obstacles."

With a sigh of exaggerated indifference, he leaned back once more, feigning a look of disinterest. "Well, let us see how Subaru handles this… complication. Sometimes the best lessons are those forced upon us."

Ram nodded again, but her gaze lingered on him, as if trying to decipher the layers beneath his calm facade. She knew well enough that Roswaal's thoughts were rarely as simple as he made them seem.

Without another word, she bowed and turned to leave, her footsteps fading down the corridor. Alone once more, Roswaal allowed his expression to shift, his smile twisting into something sharper, more predatory.

"Run all you like, Subaru," he murmured to the empty room. "In the end, the game is just beginning… and you're right where I want you."

After Ram left, Roswaal leaned back, his smirk fading as he shifted his focus to another pressing matter. Rising from his desk, he moved down the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, his footsteps quiet against the polished floor. He made his way to a small sitting room where Emilia was waiting, her usual brightness replaced by a subdued, almost hollow expression. She sat by the window, gazing outside, her silver hair catching the soft light that filtered through the glass.

Roswaal paused for a moment, studying her. It was rare to see Emilia so quiet, her demeanor almost drained, as though some essential spark within her had dimmed. He approached slowly, his voice light but watchful.

"My, my, Lady Emilia, you seem… distant today," he said, his tone carefully measured.

Emilia looked up, her violet eyes clouded. She blinked, almost as if she had to remind herself of where she was, before offering a faint, unconvincing smile. "Oh, Roswaal… I was just… thinking. So much has happened recently, and I… I'm not sure where to begin."

Roswaal inclined his head, his gaze sharp yet outwardly kind. "Ah, there's no rush, dear Emilia. I'm here to help you with any concerns you might have, after all."

She nodded slowly, her gaze drifting away once more. "Thank you, Roswaal. I just… I feel like I'm losing track of everything."

Roswaal watched her carefully, noting her hesitance, the way her words seemed to spiral without landing on anything specific. "If you ever need guidance, Lady Emilia, you have only to ask," he replied smoothly, hiding his satisfaction behind a gentle smile.

Leaving Emilia to her thoughts, he stepped out of the room and made his way through the hallway, where he encountered Rem, her blue hair framing her face as she moved through her duties with her usual precision. She paused upon seeing him, offering a polite bow. Roswaal's smile turned calculating as he stopped beside her.

"Rem," he said, his tone light yet laden with hidden intent. "I assume you've heard the latest news from the capital?"

Rem's gaze shifted slightly, her face steady but her eyes betraying a flicker of concern. "Yes, Lord Roswaal. I understand that… Subaru has been issued a warrant for his arrest."

Roswaal's smile widened, his eyes glinting with a hint of malice. "Indeed. Our dear Subaru has found himself in quite the predicament, hasn't he?" He leaned in slightly, his voice low. "It must be difficult for you, Rem, knowing he haaaaas… strayed from our protectioooon."

Rem's expression didn't waver, but her hands tightened ever so slightly at her sides. "I trust that Subaru will find a way through this. He always does."

"Oh, of cooooourse," Roswaal replied with feigned sympathy, his smile unrelenting. "But as you know, Lugnica has strict laws, and violating them comes with… consequences.

Consequences that may prove quite severe for a foreigner such as him."

As he spoke, Garfiel Tinsel walked by, his arms crossed and his expression a permanent scowl. He shot Roswaal a look of undisguised disdain, muttering under his breath, "Damn clown," as he passed, barely giving the noble the courtesy of eye contact.

Roswaal's smile didn't falter, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes as Garfiel strode away.

Rem noticed the exchange, her gaze darting between Roswaal and Garfiel before returning to Roswaal's face. Despite her usual calm, there was a visible strain in her posture, a mixture of concern for Subaru and caution around Roswaal.

Roswaal leaned back, the smirk returning to his face. "Fear not, deeeeear Rem. Should Subaru manage to… return to us, I'm certain he will haaave plenty to share about his adventures beyond Lugnica's borders."

Rem's voice remained steady, though her eyes betrayed her unease. "I have faith in Subaru, Lord Roswaal. No matter what challenges he faces, he will find his way."

Roswaal chuckled softly, his tone condescending. "Oh, I don't doubt his… resourcefulness. But remmmmmember, Rem," he continued, his voice dripping with a veiled warning, "loyalty is a precious thing, and misplaced loyalty can lead to heartbreak."

With that, he left her standing in the hallway, the faint sound of his footsteps fading into the distance. Rem watched him go, her expression resolute, her thoughts already turning to what she could do to help Subaru in whatever way possible.

In the dim light of his private chamber, Roswaal approached a tall, ornate mirror, its frame intricately carved with images of swirling patterns and mythic beasts. His painted face reflected back at him, the colors and lines a carefully crafted mask that had become inseparable from his identity. He stared into his own gaze, a flicker of something hidden behind the bright hues of his clownish facade.

He blinked, and as his eyes opened once more, the reflection had changed.

Standing in the mirror was a figure both familiar and foreign—Hector, the Warlock of Melancholy. His dark hair hung around his face in unruly waves, and his eyes were shadowed with exhaustion and an eternal sadness, as though burdened by a weight that could never be lifted. His body seemed to sag with fatigue, a stark contrast to Roswaal's rigid posture, yet his presence held an undeniable, oppressive gravity.

Hector's lips curled into a faint, mocking smile, his voice a murmur that barely rose above a whisper. "Ah… Rooooos-waaal… still the ever-ambitious jester, I seeeee. Four hundred years, and still… playing your little games, chasing… your precious Echidna's dream. Tell me, are you tired yet? Or is it… invigorating, the way you chase shadows while thinking yourself a master?"

Roswaal's expression remained neutral, though his fists clenched at his sides. "My dedication to Lady Echidna's vision is unyielding, Hector," he replied, his voice tight. "Unlike you, I am capable of purpossssse. Perhaps that's what kept me in control all these years… while you've been littttttle more than a shadow in my soul."

Hector chuckled, a sound as hollow as it was weary, his eyes blinking slowly as he looked at Roswaal through the mirror. "Purpose, hmmmmmm? Is that what you call it? So certain, so sure… but no different than the boy. Natsuki Subaru, yes? Always running… always desperate to hold onto something that doesn't truly belong to him. You and he… you're more alike than you realize."

Roswaal's eyes narrowed, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face. "Do not compare me to that fool. Subaru is a reckless child, guided by blind emotion. I am… different. I am disciplined, dedicated. I have chosen one path, one person, that is allllllll."

"Oh, disciplined, yes… very disciplined," Hector replied, his tone both mocking and exhausted, as if the effort of sarcasm was more than he could bear. "But then againnnnn… you're both chained to something that slips further from your grasp… the more you reach for it. A… relentless cycle, wouldn't you say? Both of you playing at hero… both of you clinging to lost causes."

Roswaal stiffened, forcing his irritation down. "Subaru's attachment to this new life is nothing more than a misguided obsession. He has neither the knowledge nor the strength to achieve anything meaningful."

Hector's sad smile grew, his eyes filled with a strange, melancholic amusement. "And yet… he's survived… hasn't he? Survived what should've crushed him… even attracted the intereeeeeeest of certain… individuals? Those with power, true power… power you can only envvvvvvy. Tell me, Roswaal, do you see… yourself in him? The lengths you would go to… the suffering you would endure… all for a cause you convinced yourself was noble?"

Roswaal's jaw clenched, the mask slipping momentarily to reveal a flicker of frustration. "I am nothing like him!" he spat, but his voice wavered slightly.

Hector let out a tired sigh, his eyes distant as if looking at something only he could see. "Oh, you can deny it, of course… but deep down, you know. Subaru's bond… with certain powers… is far from ordinary. After all, only someone… touched by a witch could persist the way he does. Someone marked by the remnants of an authorityyyyyy."

Roswaal's gaze sharpened, his heart beating faster. "A… witch authority holder? Are you saying… Subaru has become the sage?"

Hector's eyes met Roswaal's, dull and weary but piercing in their insight. "Didn't you feel it? That familiar presence… that little whisper… likeeeeeee an old friend? Maybe not a contract… no, but the… subtle strings are there. A bond with something greater… something darker. And the moooooore you chase your own path… the closer he gets to mirroring you." The mocking smile returned, though it was faint, laced with resignation. "Fascinating, isn't it? You… always saw yourself as unique… irreplaceableeeeee. Yet here you are, haunted by a boy who stumbles through life with reckless abandooooon… and somehow manages to slip free from every snare you laaaaaay."

Roswaal's face twisted with anger, but he forced himself to remain calm. "Subaru's fate is his own, Hector. I will not allow a mere boy, nor a ghost of my past, to interfere with my purpose."

Hector let out another sigh, barely even seeming to notice Roswaal's words. "Ah, the delusion of control… how dearly you clinnnnnng to it… even after all these yeeeeears. It's no wonder, really. Lady Echidna knew what she was doing, linking our bodies… binding me to you like a parasite… one that you caaaaan't escape… no matter how you try."

He paused, his voice softening to a quiet murmur, almost as if he were speaking to himself. "Four hundred years… of watching you chase her dream… when the world has moved on… and you're still here, holding onto it like a precious trinket. But no matter how tightly you cling… the world will keep changing… and people like Subaru will keep… slippinnnnng through your graaaasp."

Roswaal's mask cracked further, a hint of genuine rage breaking through his indifferent facade. He leaned toward the mirror, his voice a low hiss. "Enough of your games, Hector. Your fate is bound to mine, and you will share in my victory… or my defeat."

Hector's smile faded, his expression turning distant, almost resigned. "Victory… defeat… such holloooow words. If I cared, perhaps I'd wish you luck. But all that's left for me is to waaaatch you… chase phantoms… forever-"

"Enough!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the empty room. In a fit of rage, Roswaal drove his fist into the mirror. The glass cracked and splintered under the force, sending shards scattering across the floor. Blood trickled down his knuckles, sharp crimson lines against his pale skin. He held his hand in front of him, the pain grounding him, but the sight of the blood only fueled his anger further. His reflection in the shattered mirror looked distorted, fractured, just like the control he fought so desperately to maintain.

For a moment, there was only silence, the aftermath of his outburst filling the room like a heavy fog. Roswaal stared at his bleeding fist, breathing heavily, feeling the sting of both pain and humiliation. The weight of the warlocks words lingered, gnawing at his mind, but he forced himself to regain composure.

The door to the room suddenly swung open, and Garfiel stormed in, his usual scowl deepening as he took in the scene before him. He looked between the broken mirror, the blood dripping from Roswaal's hand, and the scattered shards on the floor. His golden eyes narrowed, filled with both irritation and curiosity.

"What the fuck's wrong with ya?" Garfiel demanded, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. "Yer yellin' like some kinda lunatic, smashin' up mirrors an' bleedin' all over the place. Ya finally crack, huh?"

Roswaal clenched his jaw, forcing himself to meet Garfiel's gaze, masking the turmoil that still simmered within him. "It's… nothing," he replied, his voice steadier than before, though the anger lingered in his eyes. "A… brief lapse, that's all."

Garfiel snorted, unimpressed. "Sure, 'brief lapse.' Whatever ya say, clown. Ya look like ya got a bit more than a 'lapse' goin' on if yer punchin' mirrors now."

Roswaal forced a smile, though it was thin and devoid of humor. "Garfiel, your concern is… touching. But I assure you, it's nothing that requires your attention."

Garfiel rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "If ya say so. But maybe don't go freakin' out and destroyin' the place, yeah? We don't need ya makin' things even messier around here." He turned to leave, casting one last irritated look over his shoulder. "Get a hold of yerself, clown."

With that, Garfiel left, slamming the door behind him.

Roswaal stood there, blood still dripping from his fist, his breathing heavy. He took a deep, slow breath, forcing himself to calm down. He couldn't afford to lose control—not now, not with everything he'd worked for hanging in the balance. He grabbed a handkerchief from his desk and wrapped it around his injured hand, gritting his teeth against the sting.

Looking back at the fractured mirror, he saw his own face staring back at him through the cracked glass, fragmented and distorted, a reminder of the cracks beneath his carefully constructed facade.

He would not let himself break. Not yet. Not ever.

In the grand, lavish lobby of a high-end hotel in Kagaragi, Subaru and Anastasia sat side by side on a pristine white sofa, the fine upholstery soft beneath 'em. The hotel's entrance hall was spacious, adorned with tall marble pillars and delicate chandeliers castin' a warm glow over the room. It was a settin' that exuded luxury, with polished floors and subtle touches of gold along the walls. The quiet hum of nearby patrons and the faint scent of fresh flowers added to the air of refinement.

Anastasia leaned slightly toward Subaru, her eyes sharp as she scanned over the papers in her hands. "Now, when ya speak with the investor," she began, her voice calm and businesslike, "remember that he'll want clear answers. This isn't just about ideas; he'll want to know yer policies, how ya plan to handle growth, and what yer fallback strategies are. Investors hate loose ends, so avoid vague answers."

Subaru nodded, listenin' intently, though a hint of nervousness showed on his face. "Got it. Clear, specific answers. Make it sound like I know exactly what I'm doin'," he replied with a hint of a grin, though there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes.

Anastasia shot him an amused look. "Ya'd better, 'cause Kagaragi's investors aren't easy to impress. Show confidence. Speak with conviction." She smirked as she added, "And don't fumble the numbers. Remember, yer goal is to convince him that this isn't just some fleetin' idea. Yer offerin' somethin' solid, with vision and structure."

As they talked, Mimi sat behind Anastasia on the couch, her small fingers weavin' strands of Anastasia's hair into a simple braid, her expression one of complete concentration. "Mimi's almost done!" she chirped happily. "Mama's hair is really soft!"

Anastasia smiled, lettin' Mimi continue her work as she kept her focus on Subaru. Tivey sat calmly beside him, hands folded neatly in his lap, his ever-present monocle glintin' as he looked over the papers Subaru was holdin'.

"Ya'll do fine, Mr. Natsuki," Tivey said with an encouragin' nod. "Just remember Anastasia's advice, and ya'll have 'em convinced in no time."

Subaru smiled at Tivey's calm reassurance, givin' him a grateful nod. "Thanks, Tivey. I'll try not to let everyone down."

Hetaro, however, seemed far less comfortable, his expression one of mild irritation as he fidgeted in his seat beside Tivey. He tugged at his collar and glanced around the room with a small frown. "Ugh, the air in here is so dry. I feel like I'm sittin' in a desert," he grumbled, shiftin' around to find a comfortable position.

Anastasia, clearly amused by Hetaro's complaints, chuckled. "Well, perhaps we can find ya a humidifier next time, Hetaro," she teased lightly, her eyes still focused on Subaru. "But let's focus here. I want ya to try goin' over the main points with me, Subaru. When the investor asks about yer long-term goals, what's yer answer?"

Subaru took a deep breath, glancin' briefly at Tivey before turning back to Anastasia. "Long-term goals… right. My aim is to create a central hub for traders, adventurers, and mercenaries, a place where people from all around can exchange resources, knowledge, and services. I want to build a network that's resilient, adaptable, and built on trust." His voice grew steadier as he continued. "And as it grows, I plan to diversify, add more services, support the people who rely on it, and make sure that it's sustainable. It's not just about quick gains. It's about creating something lasting."

Anastasia gave a small nod of approval, a pleased smile touching her lips. "Not bad, Subaru. Now, try to hold that tone, that confidence, when yer speakin' with him. Investors want to believe in ya just as much as they believe in yer plan." Subaru relaxed slightly, smiling back.

"Thanks, Anastasia. I think I'm startin' to get it." Mimi, finishing the braid with a little flourish, patted Anastasia's shoulder happily. "Mimi thinks Subaru's gonna do great! He's got the best ideas!"

Tivey adjusted his monocle with a soft chuckle. "Indeed. I think you're well-prepared now, Mr. Natsuki."

Subaru took a steadying breath, feeling a surge of confidence from the group's support. With Anastasia's guidance, Tivey's quiet encouragement, and the cheerfulness of the triplets, he felt ready to take on the challenge.

Subaru leaned back on the plush sofa, a gleam of excitement sparking in his eyes as he explained his ideas further. "So, think about it—if we could introduce devices and systems that make everyday tasks easier, it wouldn't just benefit the traders and adventurers. It could improve life for everyone. Like… imagine a sort of portable lamp that doesn't rely on fire, something that could work in all conditions."

Anastasia raised an intrigued eyebrow, her lips curving into a smile. "A lamp that doesn't use fire? You're aiming high, Subaru. That sort of innovation would change things all across Kagaragi, not just for merchants." She paused, watching him closely. "And I take it this isn't the only… invention you have up your sleeve?"

Subaru chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I've got a few ideas." He glanced around as if to check if anyone else could hear, then leaned in a bit closer, dropping his voice. "Imagine a system for fast communication, even across long distances. Or a device that could help record information, like a ledger, but one that you don't have to write out by hand every time."

Anastasia's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh? And where did a humble young man like you come up with such… remarkable ideas?" She leaned closer to him, her tone turning playful, almost teasing. "You're quite the enigma, Subaru. These inventions of yours… they seem almost like magic."

Subaru gave a slightly sheepish grin, carefully avoiding her gaze. "Let's just say… I've done a lot of thinking, and I'm a big fan of, uh, making life easier." He chuckled nervously. "But yeah, this is all new. Never been done before here, right?"

Anastasia tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Absolutely. Completely unheard of. And yet… somehow, I believe you might just pull it off." Her gaze softened, and there was a glint of admiration mixed with curiosity as she continued, "You're more than just a businessman, Subaru. I think you've got a vision, one that could reshape Kagaragi. Maybe even more than you realize."

Subaru's face reddened a bit at her words, and he laughed awkwardly. "Well, I'm just trying my best, really. But, uh, thanks, Anastasia. Means a lot coming from you."

Anastasia leaned in just a little closer, her voice dropping to a more personal tone. "Well, you have a way of making people believe in you, Subaru. Maybe it's those bright ideas of yours… or maybe it's just you." Her eyes lingered on him, and for a moment, there was a slight blush on her own cheeks.

At that exact moment, Mimi, who had been watching the two of them with a curious grin, suddenly giggled and clapped her hands. "Mimi thinks Subaru and Mama should get married!"

Subaru nearly choked, while Anastasia's face shifted to one of mock surprise. She shot a playful glare at Mimi but clearly enjoyed the lighthearted suggestion. "Oh, really, Mimi? Just like that, hmm?" she teased, casting a glance at Subaru. "What do you think, Subaru? Should we skip the negotiations and go straight to the wedding vows?"

Subaru, still blushing, stammered as he tried to find the right words. "Uh—well—I mean—business partnership first, right? Let's not get ahead of ourselves…"

Mimi laughed, bouncing slightly on the sofa. "Mimi thinks it would be great! Anastasia and Subaru working together forever!"

Anastasia chuckled, clearly enjoying Subaru's flustered reaction. She leaned back, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Well, we'll see, won't we? If you keep impressing me with these ideas, who knows what the future holds?"

Subaru sighed, finally finding his composure, and gave her a wry smile. "One step at a time, huh? Let's get through the investor meeting first before we start planning any weddings."

The group burst into laughter, and even Tivey, ever composed, couldn't help but smile at the lighthearted exchange. The playful teasing had eased the tension, and as they prepared for the meeting, Subaru felt a renewed sense of confidence—not just in his ideas, but in the people supporting him.

The group shared a final laugh, the door to the lobby opened, and a young woman dressed in a crisp suit stepped in. Her demeanor was professional, and she held a clipboard in one hand as she approached Subaru and his companions with a polite smile.

"Mr. Natsuki?" she addressed, her voice calm and poised. "Mr. Sazuki is ready to see you now."

Subaru straightened, glancing around at his friends before nodding. He took a steadying breath, casting a final look at Anastasia, who gave him an encouraging smile and a subtle nod.

"Alright, showtime," Subaru muttered to himself as he followed the assistant down a series of ornate hallways, each one filled with tapestries and statues that seemed to exude the wealth and prestige of Banans' elite.

They arrived at a grand office, its walls lined with shelves full of rare books and valuable trinkets. Behind an enormous desk sat a man with blonde hair and a single scar running diagonally across his face, giving him an air of both authority and experience. He was dressed impeccably, yet there was a ruggedness to him, a sense that he had seen his share of challenges and earned his place in this world.

The man looked up as Subaru entered, his eyes sharp and appraising. He gestured for Subaru to sit across from him, his expression unreadable.

"Mr. Natsuki," he greeted, his voice deep and steady. "I'm Shou Sazuki. I understand you have a proposal for me, one that you believe will be… innovative, to say the least."

Subaru nodded, taking his seat and meeting Mr. Sazuki's gaze. "Yes, sir. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me. I believe that what I'm proposing isn't just a new business—it's a chance to bring something completely unique to Kagaragi. Something that could set a foundation for future technology."

Mr. Sazuki raised an eyebrow, his scar adding to the intensity of his stare. "I'm listening. Tell me about this 'unique' venture of yours."

Subaru took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, then launched into his pitch. "Imagine devices that make life easier and safer, objects that can change the way we work, travel, and even communicate. For example, I'm developing ideas for a portable light source that doesn't rely on fire, something that can be used reliably in all conditions. It could benefit merchants, travelers, and even local authorities who need dependable lighting."

Sazuki nodded, his expression neutral but attentive. "A lamp without fire. Interesting concept. But creating something entirely new requires more than just ideas—it needs resources, a network, credibility. How do you plan to deliver on these promises?"

Subaru leaned forward, his voice steady and confident. "That's where my support comes in. I'm backed by Lady Anastasia Hoshin herself. She sees potential in these innovations and believes that Kagaragi is the perfect place to introduce them. With her guidance, I've been able to structure this business plan with a solid foundation. She's fully invested in the future of this project."

Sazuki's gaze flickered with interest at the mention of Anastasia's name, though he remained composed. "Lady Hoshin, you say? Her endorsement certainly lends weight to your proposal. She's known for her keen eye for profitable ventures." He leaned back, studying Subaru with renewed scrutiny. "But I assume you understand that I'll need more than names and ideas. How do you intend to turn these concepts into tangible products?"

Subaru felt a surge of confidence, bolstered by the knowledge that he was prepared. "I've already started on some prototypes, with plans to collaborate with local craftsmen and engineers. The goal is to produce these devices efficiently and safely, with quality control as a top priority. I'm not looking for a quick profit, Mr. Sazuki—I want to build something lasting, something that Kagaragi can rely on."

Sazuki's scarred face softened slightly as he considered Subaru's words. "Your confidence is… unexpected. And I'll admit, an alliance with Lady Hoshin is no small thing." He tapped his fingers on the desk, his gaze piercing. "But tell me this, Mr. Natsuki: why are you so driven to bring these changes here? What does Kagaragi mean to you?"

Subaru paused, his expression earnest. "I've come to see Kagaragi as a place of opportunity, a land where people are resilient and resourceful. I believe these innovations could help everyone, from the wealthiest traders to the everyday citizens. I want to make a difference here, to build something that truly matters."'

Mr. Sazuki fell silent. He held Subaru's gaze, his expression unreadable, letting the words hang in the air. The silence grew thick, the pause stretching into an almost uncomfortable tension.

Then, in a flat, dead-serious tone, Mr. Sazuki finally spoke. "That… is the stupidest thing anyone has ever said to me." He leaned back, still maintaining his stony expression. "And I've seen a lot of stupid."

Subaru's eyes widened, caught completely off guard. He opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, when Mr. Sazuki's face broke into a wide grin. A second later, he burst out laughing, the deep, genuine sound filling the room. "Relax, kid! I'm joking!" He chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. "I just wanted to see if you could keep your cool."

Subaru let out a breath, relief and annoyance mingling as he shook his head. "You had me going there! Thought I was about to get tossed out on my rear."

Mr. Sazuki shook his head, still smiling. "You've got a lot of great ideas, Subaru. I'll give you that much. But talk and promises aren't enough. You need something tangible—something I can see and touch. That's what investors want: physical proof."

He leaned forward, his voice steady and serious again. "Here's what I suggest. Take a year. Use that time to get these inventions out of your head and into reality. Make some prototypes, test them, get feedback, and refine them. Then, when you have something real, something that can truly impress, bring it back to me."

Subaru nodded slowly, absorbing the advice. "A year. That's fair."

Mr. Sazuki extended a hand, his gaze still sharp but now warm with a hint of respect. "Show me what you're capable of, Mr. Natsuki. I'm looking forward to it."

Subaru shook his hand, feeling a renewed sense of determination.

The scene shifted to a quieter, more secluded part of Kagaragi's bustling marketplace, where the late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the cobbled streets. Julius was standing near a small fountain, his posture relaxed but his gaze keen, as if he were taking in every detail of the vibrant city around him. It was rare for him to be in a place like this, away from the politics and pageantry of Lugnica. But here, he found a refreshing simplicity, a raw energy in the people moving about their daily lives.

From the shadows emerged Halibel, his towering figure unmistakable as he approached, moving with a quiet, unhurried confidence. His usual stoic expression held a faint hint of curiosity as he looked at Julius, who seemed almost out of place amidst the chaos of the market.

"Didn't expect to find ya here," Halibel remarked, his voice a deep rumble as he took in the scene. "Usually, knights like you stick to the high streets and courts, not down here in the thick of things."

Julius turned, offering Halibel a polite nod. "And yet here I am," he replied with a slight smile. "It's refreshing, actually. Seeing people… working hard, interacting without pretense. There's a certain beauty in that, wouldn't you say?"

Halibel raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Hmm. I'd say it's messy more than beautiful. But maybe that's just how you knights see things—always looking for the grand in the simple."

Julius chuckled, unfazed by Halibel's skepticism. "Perhaps. Or maybe it's just that I find value in understanding all walks of life. It's hard to protect a kingdom if you only see it from one angle."

Halibel let out a low chuckle, the sound rough but not unkind. "You talk like ya mean it. Guess that's the difference between us, you knights fight for ideals, for a sense of duty. Me? I fight fer survival. Always have."

Julius regarded him thoughtfully, his gaze steady. "And yet, here you are, helping someone like Subaru. That's more than mere survival, isn't it?"

Halibel shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Kid's got guts. Doesn't know when to back down. Reminds me of some other foolhardy types I've known. I'm just here to make sure he doesn't get himself killed."

Julius smiled, though his eyes remained serious. "He has a way of inspiring that in people. He's reckless, but his intentions are sincere. You might say he has a… unique strength in that."

Halibel's gaze shifted, his expression softening just slightly, though his tone was still gruff. "He's got fire, sure. But that fire could burn him just as easily as it could light his path. People like him don't always make it."

Julius nodded slowly, understanding the unspoken warning in Halibel's words. "That's true. But maybe that's why he needs people like you around him. Someone to help him see the dangers he overlooks."

Halibel shrugged again, a faint smirk on his face. "Don't get too sentimental on me, knight. I'm just here for a job."

Julius met his smirk with a calm smile, his eyes reflecting a hint of respect. "Perhaps. But I think you're more invested than you're letting on."

The two stood in silence for a moment, each man understanding more about the other through what was left unsaid. Despite their differences, a quiet respect lingered between them—a shared recognition of the paths they each walked, however different those paths might be.

Finally, Halibel spoke, his tone a bit softer. "Keep an eye on him too, yeah? Kid's stubborn, but he's got people who care about him. People like you, who see more than just what's in front of ya."

Julius nodded, a quiet determination in his gaze. "I will. He's earned that much."