18

The Water Gate City Of Commerce

Half a year had passed since the trial, and the world around them had shifted in subtle ways. The scene opened on a remote training ground, from the bustling heart of Lugnica. Here, two figures moved with intensity, their motions sharp and relentless against the backdrop of swaying trees and scattered rays of sunlight.

Natsuki Subaru, our protagonist, leaped forward, his movements fluid yet fierce. He moved with an agility that hadn't been seen before—his form tightened, his strikes honed, and his footwork precise. His fists shot out in quick jabs, each movement controlled as he battled against what looked like a flurry of shifting shadows.

A shadow slipped behind him, silent and swift. Subaru's instincts flared, and he dropped low, spinning on one knee with a leg sweep that forced his opponent to adjust. In that moment, the shadows parted, revealing a familiar figure—Halibel, the tall and stoic shinobi, his usually calm eyes alight with focus and challenge.

"You've learned well, I'll give ya that," Halibel murmured, his voice calm yet tinged with pride as he took a stance.

Subaru, chest heaving and eyes blazing with concentration, gave a lopsided grin, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Guess I've had a decent teacher," he replied, a hint of a laugh in his voice.

Halibel's gaze sharpened. Without a word, he shifted, moving like a blur. Subaru readied himself, watching Halibel's movements closely. Then, without hesitation, Subaru mirrored a few shinobi techniques—stances and forms that Halibel had drilled into him over months of training.

Subaru's hands flowed smoothly into the pattern of a basic shinobi stance. He struck out with his fist, then followed it with a quick sidestep and a subtle hand movement, as if throwing an invisible blade of chakra toward Halibel. It was a simple technique, one Halibel had taught him early on—a deception tactic, meant to catch the opponent off guard.

Halibel's eyes flashed in approval, and he dodged the feigned attack, testing Subaru further. Subaru twisted, using the momentum to close in on Halibel with swift, low strikes aimed at vulnerable points. His movements showed an understanding of stealth and misdirection, mimicking a shinobi's rhythm, though his style retained an unrefined edge.

"Good, but ya gotta commit more. There's a subtlety in every attack," Halibel reminded, stepping back as Subaru's punch grazed past him. He countered swiftly, his own shadowy movements fluid, forcing Subaru to adapt.

Subaru adjusted his stance, breathing deeply, and returned to his newfound techniques. He locked eyes with Halibel, his expression determined. "Got it. I'm just warming up," he replied, his voice tinged with playful defiance.

The two continued, locked in fierce combat, each testing the other, pushing limits in the isolated calm of the training ground, with every movement hinting at how far Subaru had come under Halibel's patient, exacting guidance.

Their sparring continued, with each movement intensifying as Subaru pushed himself to match Halibel's skill. Subaru shifted his weight, grounding himself as he launched a quick series of jabs, his strikes more focused and controlled than before. Halibel deflected the attacks effortlessly, but there was a hint of satisfaction in his gaze.

"Yer startin' ta put yer weight into it," Halibel remarked, sidestepping another punch. "But yer still telegraphin' the moves."

Subaru grinned, undeterred. He feigned a low strike, then pivoted sharply, using a technique Halibel had drilled into him countless times. With a swift sweep, he aimed to unbalance his teacher, but Halibel, with the ease of years of training, anticipated the move, catching Subaru's wrist and twisting it just enough to keep him in check.

"Still too obvious," Halibel murmured, his voice calm as ever. "But yer gettin' there."

Subaru gritted his teeth, determined to keep pushing. He broke free from Halibel's hold, landing a few feet back, readying himself for another go. But before he could take a step forward, a voice broke through the intensity of their match.

"Excuse me," came a gentle, refined voice. Both men turned to see a maid standing at the edge of the training ground, dressed in the distinguished attire of the Astrea household.

She bowed politely, then straightened, her expression calm yet respectful. "Pardon the interruption, Sir Halibel, Lord Natsuki. You have a visitor."

Halibel raised an eyebrow, glancing at Subaru, whose curiosity was already piqued. Subaru relaxed his stance, wiping sweat from his brow, a questioning look in his eyes. "A visitor?"

"Yes," the maid replied, her tone professional. "They're waiting in the main hall. I was asked to escort you both as soon as possible."

Halibel nodded, his expression shifting from the calm focus of a teacher to something more guarded. "Well then," he muttered, glancing at Subaru, "reckon we'd better go find out who's lookin' for us."

Subaru, catching his breath, shot Halibel a smirk. "Guess training's on pause. Let's hope it's something worth our time."

With a nod from Halibel, they followed the maid, their curiosity mounting as they made their way back toward the heart of the Astrea domain.

As Subaru and Halibel neared the grand entrance to the Astrea domain, they were joined by a familiar presence—a petite figure with bouncy blonde curls and an unimpressed look. Beatrice, Subaru's contracted spirit, appeared at his side, folding her arms and giving him a knowing glance.

"Honestly, Subaru, taking yer time, I suppose," she huffed, but a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Subaru grinned, patting her gently on the head. "Just keepin' up with the training, Beako. Can't let myself get too rusty, right?"

As they reached the entrance hall, two more figures awaited them. Julius Juukulius, the ever-composed knight with his sharp, focused gaze, stood next to the towering, rugged form of Ricardo, the beastman mercenary. The two turned as Subaru's group approached, and Julius's face brightened with a warm smile.

"Subaru. Beatrice. Halibel. It's been some time," Julius greeted, his voice calm and friendly. "Half a year, I believe?"

Ricardo's booming laugh filled the hall as he extended a massive hand for a hearty handshake. "Well, look at ya, pal! Still in one piece, huh? Didn't think you'd go all quiet on us after that show-stoppin' trial."

Subaru laughed, gripping Ricardo's hand with a chuckle. "Yeah, I guess I took a bit of a 'subtle' approach after all that. Needed some time to…well, just focus on myself, ya know?" He gestured vaguely to Halibel and Beatrice. "Training, studying, building things—kept busy, I'd say."

Julius nodded, his eyes glinting with interest. "Understandable. You certainly had every reason to take a break from the spotlight. Still, it's a little surprising not to have heard from you. It's been ages since we've spoken, and even longer since you've spoken with Lady Anastasia."

Subaru cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable but determined to explain himself. "It wasn't out of anything personal, really. No spite or anything like that. Just—like I said—busy. Trying to keep up with all this…well, new stuff. Training, exploring, even dabbling in a bit of… invention-building."

A hint of surprise and admiration crossed Julius's face as he glanced at Halibel, who only nodded with a subtle smirk. "That's wonderful to hear, Subaru. Though you'll be interested to know Lady Anastasia's been equally occupied with preparations for the royal selection. It's a demanding process."

Subaru gave a slight nod, understanding that the royal selection had been gathering momentum. "Figured as much. I bet Anastasia's already three steps ahead of everyone."

Julius's expression softened with a bit of amusement. "That does sound like her, doesn't it?" He took a slight step closer, lowering his voice with a hint of intrigue. "Which brings me to why I came here. Lady Anastasia is preparing a gathering of the royal selection candidates in the Water City of Pristella."

Subaru raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Pristella? She's bringing everyone there?"

"Yes," Julius confirmed. "She thought it'd be a rare opportunity for the candidates to meet under controlled circumstances. And…" He cast a careful glance at Subaru, "Given your unique ties with each of the camps, she thought to extend an invitation to you as well."

Subaru's eyes lit up with excitement, though a hint of caution crossed his face. "An invitation, huh? Guess that means she's not ready to get rid of me just yet." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Any particular reason she picked Pristella?"

Julius nodded, his voice tinged with a practical tone. "Pristella's an ideal location. It's a bustling center of commerce and trade. With the royal selection gaining attention, it's a fitting place for interaction and discussion. It also happens to be near the Kagaragi border." He paused, his eyes glinting knowingly. "If you're serious about expanding your business, Subaru, there couldn't be a better place to make connections."

Subaru considered the offer, glancing at Halibel, who merely gave a slight nod of encouragement. Beatrice, standing close by, folded her arms and gave Subaru an approving look. He could sense the excitement building in her as well.

"Well," Subaru said with a grin, "sounds like it's time to make some travel plans. Pristella, huh? Should be interesting."

Julius's smile widened slightly, clearly pleased by Subaru's interest. "I thought you might be intrigued. Pristella is… quite the city. Its waterways are renowned, and it's home to some of the most esteemed merchants and artisans in the kingdom. I imagine there's a lot of opportunity there for someone with your… unique perspective and ambition."

Subaru nodded thoughtfully, glancing at Halibel and Beatrice again. "Yeah, sounds like the kind of place where I could make some real connections. And hey, maybe there's even a market for some of the things I've been working on."

Ricardo let out a booming laugh, clapping Subaru on the back so hard he nearly stumbled. "Now that's the spirit, pal! Not every day we get to see ya settin' up shop like a proper merchant." He gave a playful nudge toward Julius. "Guess we'll be seein' you workin' with this guy more often, huh?"

Subaru chuckled, rubbing his shoulder where Ricardo had patted him. "Guess so. Though I can't guarantee I'll be as polished as Julius here." He shot a teasing grin at the knight, who only raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Well, I don't expect you to be," Julius replied with a smirk. "You've always had your own style, Subaru. And besides," he added, a bit more seriously, "Anastasia would hardly want a carbon copy of me. She values those who bring their own strengths to the table."

Subaru's gaze softened a bit at that, and he nodded. "Good point. But hey, speaking of Anastasia…" He cleared his throat, his tone becoming a bit more earnest. "It's actually kinda nice to know she'd still think to invite me, considering I've been a bit… well, out of touch."

Julius's expression softened, understanding Subaru's sentiment. "Lady Anastasia respects you, Subaru, more than you might realize. She sees potential in you, both for business and for… well, other pursuits." He hesitated for a moment, as if weighing his words. "You have a way of uniting people, even those with very different perspectives. That's a rare quality."

Subaru chuckled, though he looked a bit self-conscious. "Yeah, well, sometimes I wonder if it's more 'uniting' or 'annoying' people until they just tolerate me."

Ricardo laughed again, slapping his knee. "Ha! Maybe a bit of both, kid, but it works!"

Beatrice, who had been watching the exchange with her usual unimpressed expression, sighed, crossing her arms. "In any case, I suppose Subaru does have his uses, though he needs a bit more polish, I suppose." But there was a subtle fondness in her tone that belied her words.

Subaru grinned, patting Beatrice on the head. "Coming from you, Beako, that's as good as a compliment."

Turning back to Julius, he nodded more seriously. "Alright, I'm in. Pristella sounds like the perfect next step. I'll be able to get my business started, and… well, it's about time I catch up with the others anyway."

Julius inclined his head, clearly satisfied. "I'm glad to hear it, Subaru. Lady Anastasia will be pleased." He paused, his expression becoming thoughtful.

"Though, do be prepared—Pristella is a place where tensions can arise quickly. The royal candidates, with all their ambitions and differences, will be in close proximity. And from what I understand, some… other interested parties may be around as well."

Subaru raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Other interested parties? Sounds mysterious."

Julius's eyes narrowed slightly, though his smile remained. "Let's just say that with a gathering of this scale, it's bound to attract attention from those who want a stake in the kingdom's future. It won't all be friendly."

Subaru's gaze turned serious, and he nodded slowly. "Got it. I'll keep my guard up. But you know what? I think I'm ready for this." He turned to Halibel, who had been watching quietly, and clapped him on the back. "I've had some top-tier training, after all."

Halibel grinned, nodding. "Well, I reckon ya got some decent moves in ya now, kid. Just keep yer head clear an' yer eyes open."

With a final nod of agreement all around, the group seemed to come to a silent understanding. Pristella awaited, along with new challenges, old allies, and the unknown trials that lay beyond.

The scene shifted to a quiet room within Roswaal's estate. Here, a group had gathered, each figure a mixture of familiar faces and new dynamics forged over the past months.

Roswaal, with his ever-present smile, sat comfortably on a high-backed chair, observing the group with a calm but calculating expression. His eyes shifted to each individual as they conversed, as if assessing each one's role and significance to the current situation.

Joshua Juukulius, the younger brother of Julius, stood with a posture of professionalism and mild nervousness, as though bracing himself for the reactions of those present. Beside him was Emilia, her once-hopeful expression replaced by a tired, almost somber look. Her silver hair, now cut shorter, framed her face in a way that seemed to amplify the sadness in her eyes. She glanced away from the others, her fingers fiddling absently with the edges of her sleeves.

Standing close to Emilia was Rem, her face set in an unreadable expression of stoic loyalty. Her posture was firm, every movement precise, as if silently promising to protect Emilia from any unseen threat. Mimi was there as well, her usual, boundless energy radiating through the room as she practically attached herself to Garfiel, who stood beside her with a look of mild confusion and growing frustration.

Garfiel, arms crossed, shifted uncomfortably under Mimi's attention, glancing at her as though trying to make sense of why she was clinging to him. His sharp green eyes flicked between the others, looking vaguely annoyed and very out of his element. Mimi only grinned up at him, clearly amused by his discomfort, a faint blush touching Garfiel's cheeks.

Finally, Otto Suwen, standing a little away from the rest, offered a polite nod to Joshua as he took in the room's dynamics. Hired recently by Roswaal to serve as the camp's treasurer during the royal selection, Otto appeared cautious, quietly observing everyone while he mentally tallied their roles.

Joshua cleared his throat, capturing the group's attention. "Thank you all for gathering here. Lady Anastasia Hoshin has extended an invitation for us to join her in Pristella. She's organizing a formal gathering of the royal selection candidates."

Roswaal's smile widened subtly, his mismatched eyes gleaming with interest. "Ohhh, now isn't that delightful?" he purred, folding his hands. "Lady Anastasia has always been one for grand gestures, hasn't she? I imagine this gathering will be quite the… spectacle."

Garfiel scoffed, shifting his weight as he gave Roswaal a wary glance. "Ya sure this ain't just some kinda trap? Seems ta me like draggin' all the candidates to one place could turn ugly real fast."

Joshua offered a reassuring smile. "I understand your concerns, Garfiel, but Lady Anastasia is known for her sense of diplomacy. Pristella is a neutral ground—if there's any place where the candidates can gather without conflict, it's there."

Mimi nodded enthusiastically, still clinging to Garfiel's arm. "Yeah! It'll be like a big party! And don't worry, Garf, I'll be there to protect ya!" she chirped, earning a bewildered look from Garfiel, who tried unsuccessfully to shake her off.

Emilia, who had been silent until now, finally spoke, her voice quiet and subdued. "I… think it might be a good opportunity. Maybe we can… show the others that we're not here to cause trouble. And… I'd like to see how everyone else is doing." Her gaze lingered on Roswaal for a moment, a hint of doubt in her eyes before she quickly looked away.

Rem gave a subtle nod, her eyes focused on Emilia with unspoken support. "If Lady Emilia wishes to go, then I will accompany her. We must ensure her safety above all else."

Otto adjusted his collar, looking mildly uncomfortable. "Well, I suppose as the camp's treasurer, I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" He gave a wry smile, nodding toward Joshua. "An event like this will certainly bring in people who want to discuss… investments."

Joshua chuckled softly. "Yes, Pristella is well-known for its business-minded population. In fact, Lady Anastasia thought you might appreciate the chance to establish some connections, Mr. Suwen."

Roswaal chuckled, his gaze lingering on Emilia, noting her somber demeanor. "Well then, my dear Emilia, it appears we're off to Pristella. Let's make it a memorable journey, hmm?"

Emilia glanced at him but quickly looked away, her expression conflicted. She simply nodded, her mind clearly elsewhere as she mulled over the invitation.

Garfiel, meanwhile, finally pried Mimi's grip from his arm, muttering under his breath. "Fine, if everyone's goin', guess I'll tag along, too. Just don't expect me to play nice if things get sketchy."

With the decision made, the group began to prepare, each carrying their own hopes, doubts, and intentions as they readied themselves for the journey to Pristella.

As Mimi and Joshua exited the room, their voices drifted down the hallway, carrying back to the group gathered inside.

"Oh, Joshua, ya know that Julius is with Subadad right now!" Mimi exclaimed with her usual bubbly excitement. "I can't wait ta see him again!"

Her words reached the ears of those remaining in the room, stirring a variety of reactions.

Emilia's eyes widened slightly, her somber expression momentarily brightened by surprise. For the first time in a while, there was a flicker of something more in her gaze—a quiet, uncertain hope at the thought of seeing Subaru again. She shifted slightly, her fingers stilling as she absorbed what Mimi had said.

Rem's gaze softened, her stoic composure warming as she glanced toward Emilia, noting her reaction. For Rem, the idea of seeing Subaru again brought a quiet sense of relief and reassurance.

Garfiel, arms crossed, narrowed his eyes in thought. The image of Subaru at his trial surfaced in his mind—the confident, almost cocky way Subaru had held himself. "That guy's got somethin' about him, but cocky's one thing I don't take lightly," he muttered under his breath. He felt a growing itch to test Subaru, to see if the guy's strength and resolve matched the bravado he had shown. A grin, slightly challenging, pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Guess we'll see if he's got the guts ta back that attitude up."

Roswaal watched the exchange from his seat, an amused smile tugging at his painted lips, while Emilia's gaze lingered down the hall, a touch of hope and apprehension coloring her expression.

As Mimi and Joshua's voices faded down the hall, the group inside the room turned their attention back to the matter at hand, their thoughts lingering briefly on Subaru before shifting back to the invitation from Pristella.

Roswaal cleared his throat, drawing their attention with his usual theatrical flair. "My, my, it appears we have quite the opportunity before us," he intoned, his voice lilting with that familiar, exasperated charm. "It would be unthinkable for me to pass up such a… marvelous gathering, I daresaaaaay."

Emilia glanced at him, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. "Roswaal, are you sure? This is a meeting of the royal candidates, and there might be risks," she murmured, her tone cautious.

Roswaal waved her concern away with a delicate flick of his wrist. "Ohhh, Lady Emilia, I insist. It is simply… imperative that I accompany you." He leaned forward, his mismatched eyes gleaming. "Pristella is a place of many intrigues, and you'll need someone with a bit of… diplomatic experience, no?"

Rem gave Emilia a quiet nod, her expression serious. "Roswaal's presence could be valuable, Lady Emilia. And you will need Garfiel as your knight to ensure your protection."

Garfiel grinned, crossing his arms and nodding confidently. "Ya got it, Rem. I'm not lettin' anyone mess with her. Not a chance." His eyes flashed with resolve, though his mind lingered on Subaru, and the challenge he planned to set before him. "And when we see that guy, I'll make sure he's worth all the fuss," he muttered to himself.

Emilia gave a small nod, still processing the gravity of their journey. "Then… I guess we have our group. Roswaal, Garfiel, Rem, Otto… you'll all come with me." She paused, looking over at Ram and Frederica, who stood quietly in the background.

"Ram, Frederica," Emilia continued, "I'll need you both to stay here and protect the estate. If anything happens, we need someone here we can trust."

Ram nodded, her expression stoic as always. "Of course, Lady Emilia. Leave everything here to us. We'll make sure things are in order while you're away."

Frederica placed a hand over her chest and gave a respectful bow. "We will guard the estate with our utmost diligence, Lady Emilia."

With the plan set, Emilia gave each of them a small, appreciative smile. "Thank you, everyone. I know this isn't an easy decision, but… I think it's important. We'll all do our best, together."

Roswaal's smile grew, his fingers steepling thoughtfully as he took in their assembled team. "Well then, my dear Emilia, we have quite the journey ahead. Let's make it one to remember, shall we?" His tone was light, but his eyes gleamed with a subtle sense of calculation.

As the group prepared to set off for Pristella, a feeling of anticipation settled over them. Each of them was ready in their own way, from Emilia's quiet determination to Garfiel's eagerness, Otto's cautious resolve, and Roswaal's ever-watchful scheming.

Emilia quietly excused herself from the room, her soft footsteps carrying her through the quiet corridors until she reached the privacy of her quarters. Rem followed her, steady and attentive, offering silent support. As they entered, Rem carefully helped Emilia settle in, giving the half-elf a gentle, reassuring nod before quietly leaving, closing the door behind her.

Once alone, Emilia moved to the small vanity in her room, gazing into the mirror with a tired, hollow look. She studied her own reflection, taking in the faint dark circles beneath her eyes, the somber glint in her amethyst gaze, and the short, silver hair framing her face—a reminder of all that had changed.

After a long, contemplative pause, she moved to her bed, slipping onto the soft covers. Her fingers drifted to the necklace around her neck, a polished black crystal on a slender chain. She ran her fingers over it absentmindedly, feeling its cold, unyielding surface against her skin. As she lay there, the crystal seemed to pulse faintly, like a heartbeat, growing in strength until its rhythm aligned with her own.

Emilia's eyelids grew heavy as she felt the crystal's pulses slow her mind, lulling her into a deep, unshakable slumber.

When Emilia opened her eyes, she found herself surrounded by a vast, open field of soft, green grass stretching out under a bright, unblemished blue sky. A gentle breeze swept across the landscape, carrying with it the faint, distant scent of flowers. In the middle of this surreal landscape, a small, elegant table stood, and seated at it, poised and graceful, was a woman with striking white hair and piercing eyes that held a cold, calculating disdain.

The woman regarded Emilia with a look that was both beautiful and cruel, her youthful features untouched by time or kindness. She was dressed in elegant, all-black funeral attire, the fabric flowing and rich, as though it had been spun from the darkness itself. Her dress was high-collared and form-fitting, a long, sweeping train trailing off into the grass, and her gloved hands rested lightly on the table. Her pale skin seemed even more luminous against the inky blackness of her clothing, and her expression held a distant, predatory curiosity.

"Emilia," the woman said, her voice soft but biting, like velvet draped over a dagger. "How quaint to see you here again, so soon."

Emilia's voice came out in a quiet, steady murmur. "Echidna…"

The Witch of Greed's smile curved into something sharper, colder. She tilted her head, her gaze piercing as she leaned forward slightly, her black-gloved fingers tapping idly against the porcelain teacup in front of her. "Oh, so you do remember my name," she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "But tell me, Emilia—do you even realize the foolishness of your own actions?"

Echidna's eyes narrowed, her disdain becoming more pointed as she regarded Emilia's somber expression. "Look at you, moping around all the time. Such an unbecoming display for a young lady, don't you think? Always wallowing in that same miserable, lost look. And for what, exactly? What's all this gloom getting you?" She gestured dismissively, as if brushing away Emilia's struggles. "Pathetic."

Emilia flinched, but Echidna's words only grew harsher. "You stumble through life, all your convictions wrapped up in weak, sentimental notions, all for the slim hope that one day you'll see that 'Natsuki Subaru' again." She sneered, her voice biting. "Do you even realize how childish that sounds? The way you're clinging to the idea of him is ridiculous. All that foolishness just to keep a connection alive that's drifting farther out of reach."

Echidna picked up her teacup, taking a slow, deliberate sip, her eyes never leaving Emilia's face. When she set it down, her voice took on a mocking tone, almost amused. "And as if that wasn't enough, you're trotting off to Pristella, ready to be played by Anastasia Hoshin like a puppet on strings." She chuckled softly, a cruel edge to her laughter. "Do you honestly believe that woman won't manipulate you to her advantage the moment she has the chance? Are you that willing to be swindled, to be swayed by pretty words and false promises?"

Echidna leaned back, her disdainful gaze holding Emilia captive. "Tell me, are you actually serious about this, Emilia? Do you even know what you're walking into?"

Echidna's gaze darkened, her mouth curling into a cruel, mocking smile. "Oh, and let's not forget your little spirit, shall we? Your poor, sweet Puck—your 'artificial' spirit, as you like to call him. What, do you think you'll find the right crystal for him lying around in Pristella? Oh, yes," she sneered, her voice dripping with derision, "I'm sure he'll be thrilled to return after witnessing your… spectacular display of weakness in the Sanctuary."

Emilia's expression faltered, her hand clutching the crystal around her neck as she met Echidna's relentless gaze. The witch's words stung, dredging up her insecurities, her doubts, the mistakes she feared would haunt her forever.

With a sudden exhale, Echidna leaned back, composing herself, though the cruel gleam in her eyes remained. She crossed her legs, her posture returning to one of calculated calm. "But moping around, wallowing in your mistakes and regrets… you know that won't get you anywhere, Emilia." She raised an eyebrow, her tone cold but quieter. "Self-pity is the most useless of all emotions."

Emilia lowered her gaze, her mind swirling with Echidna's harsh words. She didn't want to admit it, but some part of her knew there was truth in what the witch had said. Yet the thought only made her feel more lost, her hands clenching around the crystal she wore.

Echidna's sigh broke the silence, and she looked at Emilia with a mixture of impatience and something akin to disappointment. "Do I really need to remind you of our contract?" she said, her voice sharp but now devoid of mockery. "I agreed to help you win this royal selection. To stand by and answer your questions, to refine your understanding and control over your mana. And, of course, to strengthen your ice magic—to finally make your power efficient, so you might actually put it to proper use."

Emilia's eyes met Echidna's, her expression uncertain but wary.

Echidna's smile returned, though this time it was a grim, unfeeling smile. "And in return, you, Emilia, will take that precious blood of the dragon, and you will bring it back to the Sanctuary. You will use it on my… dear, lifeless body, still sealed within those ruins."

Echidna's piercing gaze lingered on Emilia, the weight of their contract looming heavily between them. The witch's smile faded slightly, her expression turning contemplative, though her eyes retained their icy edge.

"Do you understand the stakes of this, Emilia?" Echidna asked, her voice soft but cutting. "Winning the royal selection isn't just about claiming a title. It's about the responsibilities you're committing to, the power you'll wield. And, of course, the obligation you have to our contract."

Emilia's hand tightened around the crystal at her neck, her expression conflicted as she held the witch's gaze. "I know what I agreed to," she replied quietly. "And I'm prepared to do what I have to. I… I don't know what will happen in Pristella, but I'm going because I want to make things right, to show I'm capable of more than just… failure."

Echidna's lips twisted into a faint, disbelieving smile. "Is that so?" She leaned forward, her pale fingers intertwined as she studied Emilia. "Then let me be clear—whatever noble ideals you hold onto, whatever dreams you may cherish, none of that will matter in the end if you can't uphold your side of our agreement. I didn't bind myself to you out of charity."

Emilia looked away, the weight of Echidna's words pressing on her shoulders. "I know that," she murmured, her voice laced with uncertainty. "But… why is the dragon's blood so important to you? I know it's part of the contract, but I… I don't understand what you gain from it."

Echidna's smile sharpened, though her eyes grew colder, a flicker of something ancient and unyielding passing through them. "The blood of the dragon is a catalyst—a powerful tool for me to regain what was lost. Imagine, Emilia, a second chance at existence, a chance to continue my research, my pursuits, unhindered." She laughed softly, though there was no warmth in it. "It's amusing, really. In your world, that dragon's blood represents hope, strength, salvation. For me, it's a means to an end, a key to my… resurrection, if you will."

Emilia's breath caught, her heart sinking as she realized the implications. "So… that's what you want? To be resurrected in this world?"

Echidna tilted her head slightly, her gaze steady and unwavering. "Yes, and no. My form, my life, isn't as relevant as my will, my ambitions, and my knowledge. But what matters to you is the promise you made, Emilia. This contract binds us both. It's a pact that I take seriously. If you fail…" Her voice trailed off, her gaze darkening. "Well, let's say the consequences will be quite… binding."

Emilia swallowed, the gravity of Echidna's words pressing on her. "I understand… but I'm not giving up. I'm going to fulfill my side of the agreement, no matter what. And if I win the royal selection… I'll take the blood of the dragon back to the Sanctuary."

Echidna watched her, a glint of faint amusement and something darker flashing in her eyes. "I would hope so. Because, Emilia, the moment you lose sight of that goal, the contract will bind you tighter than you could imagine." She leaned back, her expression softening only slightly. "But if you hold to it, I'll help you—develop your magic, refine your control, and ensure you're prepared to face whatever challenges await. You won't be alone in this… as long as you remember your obligations."

Emilia nodded slowly, her resolve hardening as she met the witch's gaze once more. "I'll remember, Echidna. I won't let you down."

For a moment, Echidna's cold smile softened, a rare glint of something resembling satisfaction in her eyes. "Good. Then perhaps you might prove interesting yet."

The grassy field and Echidna's piercing gaze began to blur, the witch's cold smile fading as everything was swallowed by a blinding white light. Emilia felt her vision go blank, the weight of their conversation echoing in her mind until it all dissolved into silence.

Then, with a sudden jolt, Emilia opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling of her room. She lay in her bed, the dim light filtering through her window, but the comfort of waking didn't follow. Instead, a sharp, pulsing ache throbbed in her temples, a reminder of the intense exchange she'd just experienced.

She pressed a hand to her forehead, wincing as the headache pounded, each beat of her pulse feeling like an echo of the black crystal around her neck. She closed her eyes, willing the pain to ease as she tried to collect her thoughts, to process the weight of what Echidna had told her.

Their contract—its implications hung heavily in her mind. The talk of resurrection, of her obligation to bring the dragon's blood to the Sanctuary… it all seemed daunting, a promise bound in shadows. Echidna's words replayed in her mind, biting and scornful, yet grounded in a brutal kind of truth.

"Self-pity is the most useless of all emotions…"

The witch's admonishments lingered, cutting through Emilia's haze of doubt and uncertainty. She knew Echidna had intended to shake her, to expose her vulnerabilities, to remind her of the responsibilities she'd taken on, regardless of how she might feel.

Taking a slow, steadying breath, Emilia sat up, brushing a hand over the crystal necklace. She let herself linger on her reflection in the mirror across from her bed, her tired, pensive gaze meeting her own.

After a long moment, she slid her legs off the bed and stood, her steps deliberate as she moved to the vanity. With practiced motions, she began putting herself together, brushing her silver hair, adjusting her clothes, smoothing out the lines of exhaustion from her face. As she looked at herself, the fleeting hint of resolve began to return, a quiet determination that settled in her gaze.

the witch's' scornful words echoed one last time, pushing her forward.

The scene shifted to a modest yet efficient building, tucked away in a quieter corner of the bustling town. Inside, Subaru sat at a small desk piled high with stacks of papers, receipts, and half-scribbled blueprints. Across from him stood Heinkel Astrea, looking both weary and mildly annoyed as he rifled through yet another set of documents. Beatrice hovered nearby, her petite form bristling with her usual impatient energy, her arms crossed and a sharp look aimed at Heinkel.

Subaru waved a document at Heinkel, his tone dripping with exaggerated frustration. "Look, you're supposed to be helping me, not just dumping more work in my lap! You keep pushing these finance sheets on me like I'm some kinda accountant!"

Heinkel rolled his eyes, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Oh, excuse me, your highness. I didn't realize managing expenses was beneath ya. Must be real rough sitting behind a desk instead of, I dunno, fighting monsters."

Beatrice, ever loyal to her contractor, scoffed and placed her hands on her hips, glaring up at Heinkel. "Perhaps if you'd stop shirking your duties, Betty and Subaru wouldn't have to handle all this alone, I suppose! You're meant to assist, not overwhelm us with paperwork, in fact!"

Subaru smirked, leaning back as he folded his arms, clearly enjoying the spirit's support. "See, even Beako agrees! You keep this up, and I might start thinking you're trying to sabotage my whole business here."

Heinkel raised his hands in surrender, though the smirk on his face suggested he wasn't exactly taking their complaints to heart. "Yeah, yeah, keep complaining. Someone's gotta do the heavy lifting here, and it sure ain't gonna be you two if all you do is squawk at me."

The scene shifted as Halibel stepped into the room, his tall, imposing frame casting a shadow over the bustling space. His usual easygoing nature was replaced by a steady, focused calm that quieted the room instantly. Subaru looked up, sensing the change, and his expression grew serious.

"Halibel?" Subaru started, his tone tinged with concern. "What's goin' on?"

Halibel crossed his arms, his gaze steady. "Kid, I've got news. I'll be headin' to Kagaragi for a bit. Somethin' important needs my attention, and I want to make sure the business here runs smoothly while I'm gone."

Subaru blinked, processing the unexpected announcement. "To Kagaragi? For how long?"

"Long enough that I need a solid plan in place here," Halibel replied. "You've got Pristella comin' up, right? I'm not about to hold you back from that. You can go, but I need to be sure this place doesn't fall apart while we're both away."

Subaru hesitated, thinking it over. "I can check in, you know, make sure things stay on track. And, besides, I'm sure Beatrice will keep an eye on things, I suppose."

Halibel's expression softened slightly as he nodded. "Good. I've worked hard to keep a good reputation in the city-states, and I'd like to keep it that way. I'll be speakin' to Kaguragi on your behalf and mine, too—making sure our standing doesn't slip."

Subaru met his gaze with a look of determination. "You can count on me, Halibel. I'll keep things in check here, and if I can, I'll try to make it back before you do."

With a small, appreciative nod, Halibel looked to each of them, lingering on Subaru. "If our timing aligns, I might catch up with you in Pristella," he said, his tone calm yet laced with sincerity. "But only if you're quick about it. Take too long, and I'll miss you entirely."

Subaru smiled, resolute. "Then I'll make sure we don't waste any time."

Subaru's expression shifted, a spark of determination lighting up in his eyes. "Alright then. If that's the plan, no time to waste! Let's get moving." He exchanged a quick look with Beatrice, who nodded in agreement.

Heinkel, rolling his eyes but clearly resigned to the rush, muttered, "Guess I'm never getting a break with you around, kid."

Subaru smirked, shoving a stack of papers into a drawer and grabbing his things. "Don't act like you weren't itching to get out of here anyway," he shot back, moving toward the door with purpose.

Beatrice adjusted her dress, her expression a mixture of excitement and mild annoyance. "Honestly, dragging Betty along with so little preparation… but very well, I suppose." She gave Subaru a small, approving nod, her eyes softening.

Within minutes, the trio had gathered their essentials and made their way to the dragon carriage waiting outside, the driver already prepping the reins as they approached. Halibel stood nearby, watching as they loaded up, a small, approving smile tugging at his lips.

With one last nod, Halibel stepped back as Subaru, Heinkel, and Beatrice climbed into the carriage. The driver cracked the reins, and the dragon carriage lurched forward, setting off down the road as they headed toward Pristella.

The journey to Pristella was far from comfortable. The dragon carriage rattled and jolted over rough, uneven roads, the landscape changing from forested hills to open plains, all while the wheels bounced and creaked under the strain of travel.

Subaru, seated near the window, was practically buzzing with excitement, his eyes gleaming as he took in the scenery. "Can you believe it, Beako? We're actually going to Pristella! The Water City! Think of all the places we'll see!"

Beatrice, however, looked far less enthusiastic. Her small frame leaned against Subaru's shoulder, eyes half-lidded and clearly fighting off exhaustion. "Yes, Subaru… Betty can hardly contain her enthusiasm, I suppose,"

she muttered, stifling a yawn. "Some of us were not designed for hours in a cramped carriage bouncing around like some… ridiculous children's toy."

Meanwhile, seated across from them, Heinkel looked visibly irritated. His face was drawn, his hand gripping an empty flask as he muttered under his breath. He'd run out of liquor three hours back and, much to his frustration, was sobering up quicker than he liked. "This is ridiculous," he grumbled, glaring at Subaru with annoyance. "Who in their right mind would take a journey like this without proper supplies?"

Subaru chuckled, clearly unfazed. "Aw, come on, Heinkel! It's all part of the adventure, right?"

Heinkel's glare only darkened. "Not all of us are thrilled about spending hours in a jolting carriage, kid. And without a damn drink…"

Halibel sat in the corner of the carriage, his posture calm and quiet as he listened to their banter with a faint, almost unreadable expression. His gaze occasionally drifted to the passing scenery, his thoughts seemingly elsewhere.

After hours of rattling and bouncing, the carriage finally approached the towering gates of Pristella, the famed Water City. The gates loomed grandly before them, water flowing down channels along the city walls, and the faint sound of rushing water greeted their approach.

As the carriage came to a halt, Halibel stood and turned to the group, his expression shifting to one of focus. "This is where I leave ya," he said, his deep voice breaking the carriage's silence.

Subaru blinked in surprise. "Wait, already? You're not coming in?"

Halibel shook his head, a calm but resolute expression on his face. "Got business of my own to tend to," he replied. "Best-case scenario, I'll be back within the next few weeks."

Beatrice's tired gaze lifted to Halibel, her expression a mixture of curiosity and fatigue. "Where exactly are you going, I wonder?" she asked.

Halibel gave her a small, reassuring nod but didn't elaborate. "Just somethin' back near the Kagaragi border that needs my attention. Don't worry—I'll find ya when I get back."

With that, the tall shinobi gave Subaru a brief, approving nod and exited the carriage. They watched as he slipped away from the gates, his figure blending into the crowds before vanishing down a side road, his path leading him back toward the border of Kagaragi.

As Halibel disappeared into the crowd, Subaru paused, glancing over at Beatrice with an amused look in his eye. He crossed his arms, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You know, Beako, you spent years cooped up in that tiny library, but you can't handle a few hours in this dragon carriage?"

Beatrice's tired eyes snapped open, a flash of indignation crossing her face. She sat up straighter, her cheeks puffing out in frustration. "That library, I suppose, had a purpose—a grandeur, even! This rickety, uncomfortable box on wheels is no place for a refined spirit like myself, in fact!"

Subaru chuckled, leaning back as if satisfied with her reaction, but before he could respond, Heinkel, who had been leaning against the side of the carriage, stood up and glared at the two of them, looking more exhausted than annoyed. "Can you two pipe it down for a second?" he said, his voice low and tired, the strain of the journey evident. "Some of us are just trying to survive this trip."

Before either Subaru or Beatrice could retort, a loud, metallic creak echoed through the air, drawing their attention outside. The grand gates of Pristella were beginning to open, and an enormous stone archway loomed above them, flanked by towering walls adorned with intricate designs and waterways weaving through stone channels. The gates opened slowly, groaning with the weight of history and craftsmanship.

The three of them stepped forward, joining the crowd of travelers and merchants who were also waiting to enter the Water City. Merchants, traders, and travelers all moved forward in a steady stream, each carrying goods, provisions, or guiding their carriages. The atmosphere buzzed with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, and the soft sound of water echoed from the channels that lined the path beyond the gates.

Subaru couldn't help but stare, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in the city beyond the gates. "This… this is incredible," he whispered, feeling a thrill of excitement surge within him.

Beatrice, despite her earlier exhaustion, looked around with a glimmer of awe as well, though she tried to hide it behind a haughty expression. "Hm. It's… not as grand as Betty's library, I suppose," she muttered, though her gaze betrayed her fascination.

Heinkel just shook his head, trudging along with the rest of the group. "Let's just get in and find somewhere decent to settle down," he grumbled, though he couldn't help but look at the city with a glint of interest himself.

With the gates fully open, the crowd moved forward, and the trio joined the steady stream of people entering Pristella, the famed Water City waiting to unfold its mysteries before them.

As they passed through the grand gates, Subaru's eyes lit up with childlike excitement, his gaze darting from one architectural marvel to the next. The flowing waterways, the intricate stonework, and the bustling market stalls filled him with a sense of wonder he hadn't felt in a long time. He dashed forward, practically bouncing from one sight to the next, taking in every detail.

"Look at this place, Beako! And over there—those bridges! And that fountain!" he exclaimed, his excitement almost infectious.

Beatrice trailed behind him, arms crossed with an exasperated expression, though she couldn't help a faint smile at his enthusiasm. "Honestly, calm yourself, I suppose! You're behaving like a child," she huffed, but her usual sharpness softened as she took in the sights herself.

Heinkel ambled after them, rubbing his temples. "Would ya just stop rushing off? It's bad enough I'm dealing with this headache; don't make it worse by gettin' lost in a place like this."

Subaru spun around, waving Heinkel off dismissively, grinning ear to ear. "Come on, Heinkel, just look around! This place is amazing! I mean, have you ever seen anything like—" He stopped mid-sentence, his face falling slightly as a realization dawned on him.

He glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar roads and twisting waterways, the throngs of people bustling by in every direction. A nervous chuckle escaped him as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Um… so… anyone know where we're actually supposed to go?"

Beatrice rolled her eyes, crossing her arms with an unimpressed look. "Perhaps if you weren't so intent on acting like a squirrel on a sugar rush, I suppose, you would've thought about that sooner," she chided.

Heinkel let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. "Ya mean to tell me, with all that rushing around, ya didn't think once about a plan?"

Subaru grinned sheepishly, scratching his head. "Guess I got a little carried away. It's… kinda hard not to in a place like this."

After an hour of wandering through Pristella's winding streets, the group finally reached a quiet midway stop in the heart of the city. They took in the sights and sounds, Subaru attempting to figure out where they were while maintaining an air of confidence that only he seemed to believe in.

Heinkel, now sporting a fresh flask of whiskey he'd managed to procure along the way, took a deep swig, the tension in his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Ah, finally. Starting to feel like myself again," he muttered, tucking the flask away as he sauntered alongside Subaru.

Beatrice, perched comfortably on Subaru's shoulders, surveyed the city with a mixture of interest and fatigue, though her eyes sparkled slightly as she took in the bustling scenery. "Honestly, Subaru, how can you claim to be leading us when you're so clearly lost, I suppose?" she urged, though she leaned forward on his head, her small hands resting atop his hair as she enjoyed the view from her elevated position.

Subaru chuckled, glancing up at her. "Hey, we're exploring, alright? Just part of the adventure." He squinted ahead, trying to decipher their next destination amidst the maze-like streets. "Besides, I think I've got a sense of direction now. Sort of."

Just then, a soft, melodious sound drifted through the air, pulling them from their conversation. Subaru's attention snapped toward the source, his face relaxing as he heard the beautiful notes. "Whoa… what is that?"

The group slowed, following the sound as it drew them toward a small plaza nearby. A crowd had gathered, entranced by the song, and as Subaru and his companions reached the edge, they saw her—a young woman standing at the center, singing with a voice that seemed to weave through the air like a delicate thread. Her voice was enchanting, ethereal, as though it could make time itself pause. She had long, flowing hair and wore a simple, elegant dress that moved gently with the breeze.

Subaru's mouth hung open, and even Beatrice seemed momentarily captivated, her usual sharpness replaced by a quiet awe as she watched the singer. Heinkel, too, lowered his flask, listening in silence as the song drifted through the square.

"Who… who is she?" Subaru whispered, not wanting to break the spell of the song.

A nearby onlooker overheard him and turned with a gentle smile. "That's Liliana, the Songstress. She's famous here in Pristella," the stranger explained softly. "People say her voice can ease any heart and make you forget your troubles, if only for a little while."

Subaru nodded, understanding exactly what they meant. The tension, the uncertainty—all of it faded as he listened, captivated by Liliana's song. The melody was soothing, full of bittersweet notes that stirred something deep within, and for a brief moment, the three travelers found themselves lost in the beauty of her voice.

Liliana's voice continued to weave through the air, casting a spell over the crowd as she sang. Her melody floated, delicate and haunting, filling the plaza with a sense of calm and wonder that left everyone entranced. Subaru found himself leaning in, barely breathing, as if afraid to break the magic of the moment.

But then, without thinking, he shifted his weight and let out an unintentional, "Wow, that's incredible!"

His voice, though quiet, broke through the stillness, causing a ripple of annoyance through the crowd. Heads turned, and several irritated glares were thrown his way, a few hushed voices muttering, "Can't he keep quiet?" and "Who is this guy?"

Subaru winced, realizing his mistake too late. "Ah, sorry! My bad!" he whispered, holding up his hands in apology, but the disapproving stares only deepened. Even Heinkel muttered something about the kid having no sense of timing, and Beatrice huffed on his shoulders, glaring at the crowd right back.

Liliana noticed the disturbance, her eyes catching sight of Subaru in the crowd. Her gaze lingered on him briefly, her expression unreadable, but as the crowd's irritation grew, she returned her attention to the song. Without missing a beat, she lifted her voice once more, drawing the crowd back under her spell. The whispers died down as her voice soared, even more powerful than before, capturing everyone's hearts and making them forget the interruption.

When she finished, her song seemed to hang in the air, leaving the crowd in a state of quiet reverence. Then, as if waking from a dream, the crowd burst into applause, cheers of appreciation and admiration echoing through the square. Liliana gave a gracious bow, accepting their praise, and with a bright smile, she waved at the gathering as they began to disperse.

As the crowd thinned, Subaru found himself face-to-face with the songstress herself, Liliana. She stood before him, her hands clasped gracefully in front of her, an eyebrow raised as she looked at him and his odd little group—Subaru with a sheepish grin, Beatrice perched defiantly on his shoulders, and Heinkel with his ever-present air of mild irritation.

A pause settled between them, a curious, silent acknowledgment of each other.

Liliana stood before them, her delicate features softened by a wide-eyed curiosity. She was a petite young woman, with a whimsical charm to her appearance. Her long, flowing hair shimmered in shades of lavender under the sunlight, and her bright, expressive eyes seemed to catch every detail around her. Dressed in a simple, flowing gown that matched the elegance of her voice, she carried an almost ethereal presence, as if she belonged more to the world of song and stories than the bustling reality of Pristella.

She tilted her head slightly, studying Subaru with a puzzled look. Then, she suddenly perked up, her expression lighting up with a mixture of surprise and recognition.

"Wait, wait, wait! Do I know ya?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she examined him more closely.

Subaru blinked, caught off guard. He glanced at Heinkel and Beatrice, who looked equally curious, then back at Liliana. Before he could respond, her face brightened, her mouth dropping open in shock.

"Wait… yer Natsuki Subaru?!"

Subaru's eyes widened. "Uh… yeah, that's me," he replied, scratching his head in confusion. "But… how do you know that?"

Liliana's eyes sparkled with excitement as she reached into her bag, rummaging around before pulling out a crumpled, rough sketch poster. She held it up with a flourish, revealing a faded, hastily drawn image that, if Subaru squinted and tilted his head, vaguely resembled him. The features were exaggerated—the eyes sketched dark and sharp, with his hair black as night, a messy hint of intensity around his face. The lines were rough, barely hinting at his true likeness, but it seemed to have made quite an impression on the songstress.

Liliana grinned, pointing at the picture with pride. "See? It's the nasty eyes and black hair, isn't it?" She looked between Subaru and the poster, nodding enthusiastically, as if convinced of the resemblance.

Heinkel, leaning over with a chuckle, raised an eyebrow at the sketch and slapped Subaru on the back. "Looks just like ya, kid. No doubt about it," he said, barely containing his laughter.

Subaru opened his mouth to protest, but before he could respond, Liliana had already clasped her hands together, her eyes lighting up as she took a deep breath, readying herself for a song. With a gleeful expression, she began to sing, her voice lilting and pure, as she recounted his deeds in dramatic lyrics.

"Oh, Natsuki Subaru, the lad of fame,

Who fought with courage, not for glory or name!

The White Whale he struck down in one mighty blow,

Bringing peace to the lands from the terrible foe!"

Subaru's eyes widened in shock as she continued, her voice rising in dramatic inflection as she spun his story into a ballad.

"He battled the sins, Sloth's terrible might,

Facing the darkness with spirit so bright!

A man of resolve, of valor and truth,

A hero's heart in a black-haired youth!"

Beatrice stared, half-curious, half-annoyed, while Subaru's face turned a mixture of embarrassment and bewilderment. He tried to speak, but the song was relentless, pouring forth like a river of praise.

"And to the capital's court, he walked without fear,

With words that rang true for all to hear!

A trial he braved, his courage set free,

For justice, for honor, for all he would be!"

By now, a few people passing by had paused to listen, drawn in by Liliana's stirring voice. Subaru looked around, his face red with embarrassment as her voice soared in a grand crescendo, the final note lingering with a hint of reverence.

With a satisfied smile, Liliana took a slight bow, looking expectantly at Subaru as if awaiting praise. He could only stare at her, utterly bewildered, as he processed the impromptu ballad dedicated to his life.

"Uh… wow, that was… um… something," Subaru managed, rubbing the back of his neck, still trying to understand how this girl knew so much about him.

Subaru, still flushed from the unexpected song, rubbed his neck sheepishly but couldn't help a small, proud grin from spreading across his face. "I guess it makes sense that word would travel far, especially in a place like this," he admitted, a hint of satisfaction creeping into his tone. "But hearing it all put to music like that… well, that's a new one."

Liliana giggled, clearly pleased with herself. "So I got it all right, then? I mean, it's not every day I meet a living legend! I couldn't resist," she teased, her eyes twinkling with a playful glint. "But really, what brings the great Natsuki Subaru to Pristella?"

Subaru took a breath, trying to bring his focus back to the present. "Actually, I'm here on an invitation to the city, something about—"

Before he could finish, a booming voice cut through the crowd like thunder. "There ya are, bro!"

Subaru turned, startled, as Ricardo came bounding over, his massive frame making him impossible to miss in the crowd. The large beastman grinned, his canine teeth gleaming as he clapped a hand on Subaru's shoulder, nearly sending him stumbling forward.

"Ya got here earlier than expected, bro!" Ricardo said with a hearty laugh. "The lil' lady wasn't expectin' ya yet—she hasn't even had proper time to prepare!" He grinned wide, clearly referencing Anastasia.

Subaru raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming. "Oh? Sounds like I caught her off guard then." He glanced over at Liliana, shrugging with a grin. "Guess the 'great Natsuki Subaru' has a habit of showing up sooner than expected."

Liliana laughed, enjoying the exchange. She stepped back, hands clasped in front of her as she observed the scene, her curiosity piqued. "Sounds like you've got some important connections, Subaru. Well, I won't keep you, but maybe I'll see ya around?"

Ricardo scratched the back of his head, his large pawed hand looking almost comically oversized as he looked down at Subaru with a friendly grin. "Tell ya what, bro," he said, his voice warm and rumbling, "I don't feel right draggin' ya off to the boss lady so early. She wasn't expectin' ya for another two days—she'll be up to her ears in plans by the time she's ready to see ya."

Subaru blinked, looking mildly surprised but then broke into a grin, nodding in agreement. "Guess that means I've got some free time. Maybe I'll take a bit to explore the city, soak in the sights," he said, glancing around the plaza. "Pristella's got a lot to offer, from what I hear."

Ricardo laughed, patting Subaru's back, which nearly made him stumble forward. "That's the spirit! No need ta rush off just yet. Get a feel fer the place, grab a bite, take a stroll—this city's got charm all over, and ya won't be disappointed."

Beatrice, still perched on Subaru's shoulders, let out a small, exasperated sigh. "As if he needs any encouragement to run around aimlessly, I suppose. Though… exploring doesn't sound so bad, in fact."

Heinkel, who had been observing quietly, took a slow sip from his flask, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Subaru. "Yeah, kid, might as well make the most of it. It'll be good fer ya to unwind a bit."

Subaru chuckled, stretching his arms. "Alright then, a couple of days to roam free. I'll take you up on that, Ricardo." He looked back at Liliana, who had been watching their exchange with a delighted smile. "Guess you'll have a chance to see me around after all."

Liliana gave him a playful salute, her eyes gleaming. "Looking forward to it, oh legendary Natsuki Subaru. Don't go getting lost now!"

With a wave, Ricardo headed off, leaving Subaru, Beatrice, and Heinkel with the freedom to explore the city of Pristella at their own pace, eager to take in everything this vibrant place had to offer.

Eventually, Subaru found himself wandering into one of Pristella's grand libraries, an expansive and beautifully decorated space filled with shelves upon shelves of books. Beatrice remained perched on his shoulder, intrigued despite herself, while Heinkel trailed behind them, his expression growing more disappointed with each passing second.

"So," Subaru muttered, eyeing the rows of books, "this Alec Hoshin of the Wilderness… just who was he, really? They say he built an empire, started it all out of nothing, but there's gotta be more to the story, right, Beako?"

Beatrice huffed, crossing her arms but glancing around with interest. "If he really managed such a feat, it wouldn't hurt to know what exactly he did, I suppose," she murmured, her eyes drifting over the shelves as if they might contain secrets she was itching to uncover.

Behind them, Heinkel groaned dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. "Of all the places we could go in Pristella… a library? C'mon, kid, I've got half a mind to ditch ya and find myself a bar."

Subaru waved a dismissive hand, laughing. "Go for it, Heinkel! I'll still be here digging for answers about Hoshin when you get back," he said, grinning.

Heinkel let out a long sigh, shaking his head. "Suit yourself, kid." With a parting nod to Subaru and Beatrice, he sauntered off, muttering something about whiskey under his breath.

Subaru spent hours poring over books and scrolls, Beatrice perched beside him as they sifted through historical records and stories of the legendary merchant king. Yet, just as in Kagaragi, the details remained elusive. Alec Hoshin's life was wrapped in mystery, his rise to power a blend of myth and reality that only left Subaru with more questions than answers.

With a sigh, Subaru closed the last book, running a hand through his hair. "It's the same everywhere. Hoshin's this ghost in history… maybe he wanted it that way," he mused.

Beatrice nodded, equally frustrated. "If there's truth to be found about him, it's buried, I suppose."

Deciding he'd gone as far as he could, Subaru led Beatrice out of the library. As they made their way into the bustling plaza outside, a small group of merchants caught his eye, chatting and laughing amongst themselves as they traded goods and information.

One of the merchants, a middle-aged man with a keen eye for opportunity, noticed Subaru's gaze and gave a welcoming nod. "Well now, aren't ya a curious one. New in town, aren't ya?"

Subaru grinned, extending a hand. "That obvious, huh? Natsuki Subaru, and yeah, I've got some small business interests—still trying to get my feet under me, really."

The merchants shared a laugh, their eyes glinting with interest. "Ah, a fellow entrepreneur! Pristella's a good place for folks with ambition, I'll tell ya that," another merchant chimed in, a woman with sharp features and a friendly smile.

Subaru's eyes lit up as he launched into conversation, exchanging ideas, learning about the goods they imported and exported, and sharing a bit about his own business ventures and inventions. He listened intently as they talked about the challenges and rewards of trade in a city like Pristella, rich with opportunity yet full of competition.

Hours slipped by in lively discussion, the group warming to Subaru's earnest curiosity and enthusiasm.

As the conversation deepened, Subaru couldn't resist mentioning his business ventures in Kagaragi. He spoke animatedly about his efforts to develop new technologies and inventions, describing his ambitions to bring something entirely new to the world. His passion clearly intrigued the merchants, but as soon as he casually dropped his name—Natsuki Subaru—they exchanged skeptical glances, as if trying to reconcile the tales they'd heard with the young man standing before them.

One merchant raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "Natsuki Subaru, huh? The same one they say went toe-to-toe with Sloth and took down the White Whale? Bit hard to believe."

Subaru chuckled, giving a small, self-assured grin. "Can't blame ya for being skeptical. It's hard to explain… but maybe I can show ya something instead."

He stepped back, focusing his mana as he raised his hand. With a whispered incantation, Subaru cast "Minya," and a beautiful purple crystal shot forth, spinning upward into the air. It shimmered with a deep, ethereal glow before bursting into a cascade of tiny crystal fragments, each one catching the light and scattering it across the plaza in a shimmering display. The fragments floated down, glistening like a delicate purple snowfall, casting soft reflections that danced around the awestruck group of merchants.

The merchants let out sounds of admiration, clearly impressed and delighted by the display. "Well, I'll be damned," one of them muttered, his skeptical expression replaced by one of appreciation. "Looks like the stories were true after all!"

Just then, a sharp voice cut through the murmurs of approval. "Oi, you there! What do you think you're doing?"

Subaru turned to see a guard marching over, his face set in a stern frown. He glanced at the lingering fragments of purple crystal still falling through the air, his expression becoming increasingly annoyed. "Do you think it's appropriate to cast aggressive magic in a civilian area?"

Subaru raised his hands defensively, flashing an innocent grin. "Hey, that wasn't aggressive! It was just a little show to, y'know, make a point."

The guard didn't look amused, narrowing his eyes. "You might think it's harmless, but we don't take chances with magic here, especially from strangers. Be more mindful, or there'll be consequences."

Subaru nodded, his grin softening but remaining friendly. "Got it, officer. I'll keep the magic tricks to a minimum."

The guard grumbled something under his breath before finally walking off, throwing Subaru one last warning glance. Once he was gone, the merchants erupted into laughter, clapping Subaru on the back.

"Seems like ya know how to draw attention, Mr. Natsuki Subaru," one of them chuckled. "But consider us impressed!"

Subaru just laughed, shrugging. "Guess that's part of the job, right?"

"Impressssive indeeeed."

The familiar, lilting voice sliced through the air, its mocking tone unmistakable. Subaru felt a chill run down his spine, and every instinct in him screamed irritation, frustration, and something darker—an undeniable hate. He could practically feel Beatrice tense beside him, her small form now firmly by his side, her presence a source of comfort as he slowly turned to face the voice he knew all too well.

There he was, standing just a few paces away: Roswaal Mathers. His piercing, mismatched eyes sparkled with that unsettling combination of amusement and contempt. The last time they had been face-to-face, they had nearly killed each other, each holding nothing back in their clash of wills. And now, here the clown stood, smiling as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't manipulated Subaru, schemed, and twisted events to his advantage.

"Roswaal…" Subaru muttered, his jaw clenched tightly. He had no words that could encapsulate the sheer frustration welling up inside him. But Roswaal, ever the performer, remained unfazed, his smile only growing as he observed the reaction he'd provoked.

With an exaggerated, theatrical lean, Roswaal bent down, tilting his head as though addressing a humble servant. "Suuuubaru," he drawled, stretching out each syllable with a sing-song tone that grated on Subaru's nerves. "It's been a whileeeee, hasn't it? Hooooow are you?"

Subaru forced a smile, though his eyes were cold. "I'd be better if I wasn't seeing you," he replied, his voice laced with barely veiled anger. "Last time I checked, we weren't exactly on speaking terms."

Roswaal's smile remained fixed, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes, a hint of the twisted personality lurking beneath the surface. "Ohhhh, come now, don't be so cold. We had our little… disagreements, yes," he admitted with a flippant wave of his hand, as if brushing away the near-fatal conflict between them, "but those are in the paaaast, are they not? I was merely curious to see how my dear apprentice and once-loyal butler was faring."

Subaru clenched his fists, feeling Beatrice's presence at his side as a grounding force. He could sense her own frustration radiating off her, though she remained silent, her gaze steely as she fixed Roswaal with a glare. "Curious, huh?" Subaru said, his voice low. "I didn't think you'd care enough to follow me all the way here."

Roswaal chuckled, a soft, condescending sound. "Ohhhh, but I do care, my dear Subaru. I care about the choices you make, the people you align yourself with, and the way you continue to… defy expectations." He leaned back, straightening up as he adjusted his elaborate coat. "I simply wanted to see for myself the… changes that have come over you."

Subaru's eyes narrowed, his tone sharp. "Well, congratulations. You've seen me. Now, unless you've got something useful to say, I'd suggest you get lost."

Roswaal chuckled again, clearly enjoying himself. "Sooo defensive, Subaru. But I'll take my leave… for now." He cast a lingering look over the merchants, the crowd around them, and finally back to Beatrice, offering her a slight, mocking bow. "Until next time, my dear apprentice. And dear Betty, of course."

With a final, infuriatingly graceful sweep of his hand, Roswaal turned and strolled off, his steps slow and deliberate, as if he owned the very ground he walked on. The tension in the air remained thick, even as his figure faded into the crowd.

Subaru let out a shaky breath, his fists still clenched as he fought to calm himself. Beatrice, sensing his frustration, placed a small hand on his arm. "He's gone, Subaru," she murmured, her voice soft but reassuring.

"Yeah…" Subaru replied, his voice laced with exhaustion. "But not for long."

After politely excusing himself from the group of merchants, Subaru made a mental note of each one's name and appearance, determined to keep track of them. There was Joren, a tall, burly man with a booming laugh and a penchant for rare gems; Mirielle, a sharp-eyed, petite woman with intricate tattoos on her arms who specialized in exotic textiles; and Rael, a middle-aged man with a wiry frame and salt-and-pepper hair, known for his knowledge of herbs and alchemical ingredients. Each of them had left an impression on Subaru, and he knew these connections could be invaluable in the future.

He departed with Beatrice at his side, his thoughts weighed down as they made their way through the winding streets. In his head, he quietly reasoned out his decision not to confront Roswaal right then and there. As satisfying as it would have been to unleash his frustration, he couldn't afford a public scene. Not only did he have to maintain a decent image in Pristella, where word traveled fast, but any outright conflict could easily escalate into something that would risk his reputation and even legal repercussions.

Besides, he reminded himself, he and Julius had been laying careful plans to bring Roswaal to justice—legally, and through the proper channels. They'd been gathering information, building their case as meticulously as possible, trying to avoid any missteps. But the process had been agonizingly slow. Between Roswaal's own considerable influence and the intricate legalities surrounding the Royal Selection, every step felt like pushing a boulder uphill.

The biggest obstacle, though, was the Sage Council. The highest court in Lugnica, their word held the greatest sway, and their openly biased stance against him made everything far more complicated. He could sense that any legal claim he attempted would be riddled with delays, sidestepped at every turn by the forces loyal to Roswaal. The only choice he had, at least for now, was to wait.

Lost in thought, Subaru almost didn't notice the tension tightening his own expression, his fists clenched, and a dark look shadowing his eyes. But Beatrice, perceptive as ever, placed a gentle hand on his arm, her gaze soft as she looked up at him.

"Subaru… you shouldn't carry such a weight alone, I suppose," she said quietly, her words gentle but firm. "Betty knows you well enough to see when things trouble you. The ros's presence… it affects you more deeply than you care to admit."

Subaru let out a sigh, forcing a small smile as he looked at her. "You're right, Beako. I just… Roswaal is like a thorn in my side that I can't seem to pull out. Every time I think we're getting somewhere, he's just… there."

Beatrice gave him a reassuring nod, her expression resolute. "Betty is here, I suppose, always by your side. You may have to wait, but that doesn't mean you're alone, in fact."

Her words eased some of the tension gnawing at him, and Subaru took a steadying breath, letting the anger and frustration recede. He glanced down at her, giving her a grateful smile. "Thanks, Beako. I needed that."

With her by his side, Subaru felt his resolve strengthen. He could wait. He would be patient. And when the time came, he would ensure that Roswaal's schemes unraveled completely. For now, he would take each step as it came, keeping his focus steady and his purpose clear.

As Subaru continued down the street with Beatrice at his side, his mind turned over the troubling realization that Roswaal's presence in Pristella likely had something to do with Anastasia's plan for the Royal Selection. If the clown-noble was here, that meant Subaru was almost certain to run into Emilia soon as well… and, perhaps, Rem.

The thought of the oni stirred a pang of guilt in his chest. Since becoming Stride's successor, his days had been consumed with responsibilities, training, and schemes against Roswaal. He should've checked on her sooner. He should've found a way to save her from Roswaal's clutches as soon as he could. The weight of his delay pressed down on him, each step feeling heavier as his guilt swelled. He felt a powerful urge to meet her, to at least see her face and tell her he hadn't forgotten, that he would make things right.

But, as if sensing his thoughts, Stride's words echoed in his mind, that archaic, commanding voice speaking as clearly as if Stride were right beside him. "Not yet, Natsuki Subaru."

Subaru clenched his fists, exhaling slowly. Stride's presence remained a constant reminder of the larger game at play. The timing wasn't right—Stride had seen to that with cryptic guidance and a patience that often frustrated him. But Stride's advice, though shrouded in mystery, had never steered him wrong.

Subaru let out a resigned sigh, his hand absently running through his hair as he tried to shake off the lingering guilt. He had made a promise to Emilia, too—a promise to have tea with her, to catch up, and maybe… to somehow make things feel normal again. He hoped she wouldn't be too mad; after all, it had been a long time since he'd spoken to her properly, and he dreaded the idea that she might be hurt or angry with him.

With a faint, melancholic smile, he whispered, more to himself than anyone, "I'll make it up to both of you… just a little more patience."

Beside him, Beatrice glanced up, studying his expression, though she said nothing, her hand still resting on his arm as if to remind him that she was there, his steady anchor through all of this.

Authors Note:Another long chapter included here, I know a few different people wanted an intercession between the major arcs but I hadn't felt that necessary. You would pretty much be getting the different reactions and questions for the trial, within this version of Arc five, in doing that i'd also be able to advance the plot without any unnecessary banter. As of now I have drafts for the next five or so chapters. I have to correct spelling mistakes, reread, and make sure plot lines and characters are consistent without being repetitive.

I also hope you got the gist of the whole Roswall situation. Its not like Julius and SUbaru are going to live that down and ignore the battle they had. Its morso that the boys want to pursue legal action but things are messy with Roswall being directly involved in the royal selection as Emilia's sponsor. Not to mention should Julius go after the clown it may seem like a politcal attack on the Emilia camp by Hoshins faction. Subaru may also have to avoid the whole situation as of now, as though he clared the trial. Most people in the country are still highly suspicious.

Regardless. Let me know how I did. A bit of a filler chapter today, but these arcs usually have slower arcs. Either way hope you enjoyed.