25

In the bustling, picturesque city of Pristella, the morning sun glinted off the waterways, casting shimmering reflections that danced along the elegant stone architecture of the city. The sounds of birds chirping filled the air with a lively serenade, setting a stark contrast to the mood among the members of the Emilia camp.

Garfiel, ever the embodiment of direct and brusque demeanor, found himself unusually agitated. The constant political discourse that had enveloped his group since their arrival in the city grated on him. He was a man of action, more comfortable in the throes of physical challenge than navigating the nuanced currents of political strategy.

"Dammit, all this sneaky talk's drivin' me mad!" Garfiel snapped, pacing back and forth with restless energy. His hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his facial expression twisted into a scowl. "Why can't things be straightforward, eh? Fight the bad guys, protect the good ones, and save the day. All this... thispoliticin'ain't for me."

Beside him, Otto, ever the diplomat and strategist, was visibly stressed, his usual composed demeanor fraying at the edges. The task of keeping the peace within the camp, and ensuring that all political engagements went smoothly, was proving to be a Herculean task, especially with Garfiel's growing impatience.

"Garfiel, I understand your frustration, but we need to navigate these discussions carefully. It's not just about fighting; it's about forming alliances, understanding our position within the royal selection, and planning our next moves with precision," Otto explained, adjusting his glasses nervously. His voice carried a soothing, rational tone, attempting to calm the fiery warrior before him.

Garfiel huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned to face Otto. "Yeah, I get that, Otto. But doesn't it all feel a bit... underhanded to ya? I mean, sneakin' around, whisperin' in corners, makin' deals. Ain't there a more honest way to get things done?"

Otto sighed, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the tension. "Politics is often about the subtler art of war, Garfiel. It involves strategy, patience, and sometimes, yes, a bit of indirect maneuvering. But remember, our ultimate goal is to ensure Lady Emilia's success and the well-being of our people. Sometimes, that requires us to step outside our comfort zones."

As Otto tried to impart the subtleties of political maneuvering to Garfiel, the burly young warrior's patience wore thin. Cutting Otto off mid-sentence, Garfiel threw up his hands in exasperation and announced decisively, "I know what I'm gon' do. I'm gonna find that Subaru guy and see what he's made out of!"

Rem, who had been quietly observing the conversation, instantly tensed up. Her concern was palpable as she interjected, "That is a terrible idea!" Her voice carried a mix of worry and disbelief, knowing all too well the complexities and past difficulties that surrounded Subaru.

Emilia, frowning deeply, quickly aligned with Rem's caution. "Garfiel, that's not the way to handle this. We need to think things through and act responsibly," she admonished, her voice firm yet tinged with disappointment at Garfiel's impulsiveness.

The tension in the group escalated, with everyone starting to voice their opinions simultaneously, creating a cacophony of conflicting ideas and concerns. Just as the discussion seemed about to spiral out of control, Garfiel, his frustration reaching a boiling point, stood up abruptly. Towering over the group, his presence demanded attention as he shouted, "Enough! Everyone just shut it!"

The room fell silent, all eyes on Garfiel. His chest heaved with heavy breaths as he scanned the group, his expression a mixture of defiance and determination. The sudden quiet gave everyone a moment to reflect on the intensity of the situation and consider how best to move forward without further discord.

Garfiel's abrupt command to silence the room was followed by a slow, wide grin spreading across his face, lightening the mood. Physically imposing, Garfiel stood out with his muscular build, his golden eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and resolve. His short, spiky blonde hair seemed almost to bristle with the energy of his assertive personality, and his sharp feline teeth were visible as his smile turned into a chuckle.

Laughing off the tension, he clapped his hands together, the sound echoing slightly in the room. "Ah, lighten up, will ya?" he said, trying to reassure his companions. "It'll just be a test of strength, that's all. Nothin' serious. Just wanna see what Subaru's got, face to face. You know, man to man."

His casual dismissal of the potential consequences was typical of Garfiel, who often relied on physical prowess and direct confrontation to solve problems. He viewed this proposed encounter with Subaru as a straightforward way to gauge another's character and strength, much to the chagrin of his more tactically-minded companions.

Rem's response came almost immediately, her tone more resolute than before. "I will go with him," she declared, the concern still evident in her voice but overshadowed by her determination not to let Garfiel confront the raven youth alone.

Emilia, after a moment of thoughtful consideration, nodded in agreement with Rem's decision. "That sounds reasonable. I'll go as well," she said, her voice carrying a note of calm leadership. She believed that her presence might help mediate any potential tension and ensure that the interaction remained friendly and constructive.

Otto, visibly agitated by the plan, finally gave in after a deep sigh. "Alright, I'll come along," he grumbled, recognizing his role in keeping things under control, albeit reluctantly. "Just to make sure this doesn't spiral out of control."

The morning sun bathed the city of Pristella in a warm glow, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets that lined the bustling river. At a quaint cafe situated by the water, Subaru sat enjoying a quiet morning tea, the serene backdrop of flowing water complementing the peaceful start to his day. Beside him, Beatrice, his ever-present protector and confidante, tried to maintain her usual composed demeanor despite the playful antics of Mimi, who was gleefully toying with the great spirit's hair.

Mimi's laughter rippled through the air, adding a lively contrast to the tranquil surroundings. She twirled a lock of Beatrice's hair around her finger, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Betty, your hair is jus' so pretty! It's like a soft, fluffy cloud," she exclaimed, her cheerful voice drawing smiles from nearby patrons.

Subaru watched the interaction with a fond grin, sipping his tea. He appreciated these lighter moments, a stark relief from the usual tension and challenges that seemed to follow him. The cafe's outdoor setting, with its view of the river and the gentle sounds of water mingling with the city's morning hustle, provided a perfect setting for relaxation and casual conversation.

Beatrice, although initially trying to rebuff Mimi's playful advances with a typical huff, eventually softened under the girl's relentless cheer. "Mimi, must you always be so annoying? It's early I suppose," she murmured, but the corners of her mouth twitched upwards in a reluctant smile.

Anastasia stepped out of the coffee shop, shaking her head as she joined Subaru and the others by the river. "Prices on Vollachian goods have gon' way up," she muttered, crossing her arms. "With all the shortages in trade, gettin' anythin' from the Empire's gettin' expensive."

Subaru glanced over, curious. "Vollachia, huh? Always heard it's all about strength and survival over there. Seems like a tough place to live."

Anastasia nodded, settling into her seat. "It is. Power's everythin' to them. They're run by an Imperial family, and every few years, they hold a brutal competition ta' see who's strong enough ta be the next Emperor. Mercy's not somethin' they're known for."

Subaru chuckled, remembering an odd moment. "Actually, Priscilla asked me if I was Vollachian. Weird, right? I've never been there."

Anastasia looked him over, her gaze lingering on his dark hair and sharp eyes. "Well, ya do have some Vollachian traits," she said, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "The black hair, those intense eyes, and that 'always pushin' forward' attitude. But yer too empathetic to be from the Empire. They're a ruthless sort—doesn' really fit with ya."

Subaru laughed along, realizing the irony. "Yeah, they'd probably toss me out for being too soft."

Anastasia chuckled. "Imagine it—ya'd be tryin' to help everyone in a place that doesn' have time fer kindness. They wouldn't know what to do with ya."

The conversation felt light, yet it gave Subaru a better picture of Vollachia and its uncompromising culture.

Subaru muttered to himself, his thoughts swirling. "Stride's part of the imperial family, huh? Did he participate in that competition… and how did he even end up in Lugnica—"

Anastasia, catching his murmuring, tilted her head with a mix of curiosity and mild impatience. "Care to speak up, Subaru? Ya sound like yer talkin' to yerself," she said, her tone teetering between intrigue and amusement.

"Oh- its nothing-"

Meanwhile, Mimi was chasing Beatrice around the table, clutching a hairband with a mischievous grin. Beatrice, clearly distressed, darted around the cafe, her voice filled with indignation. "I told you, only Betty's Subaru may play with my hair, I suppose!"

Subaru, grinning at the chaos, was about to join in on teasing Beatrice when a loud voice called out, cutting through the light-hearted atmosphere like a knife. "Natsuki Subaru—or whatever yer name is!"

The raven-youth turned, and his gaze landed on a familiar group standing nearby. There was Emilia, with a look of mild concern; and Rem, her expression a mix of caution and determination. It was the Emilia camp, each of them looking directly at Subaru with a variety of reactions playing across their faces.

"Hey, guys!" Subaru clasped his hands together, grinning gleefully as he greeted them. "How's it going?"

Anastasia watched the scene unfold with a bemused curiosity, one eyebrow raised as she assessed the new arrivals. It wasn't every day that Subaru was called out so openly, and it seemed she was enjoying the unexpected twist.

Just then, Mimi caught sight of Garfiel, who had stepped forward with his usual fierce energy. Her eyes lit up, and with a delighted squeal, she sprang over to him, wrapping her arms around him before he could even react.

"Garf, it's been forever! Did ya miss me?" she chirped, her enthusiasm throwing him off guard as he awkwardly tried to pry her off, his face turning a shade of red.

Subaru chuckled, glancing from Emilia and Rem to Anastasia, who looked between them all with clear interest, as though enjoying the morning's unfolding drama.

Emilia opened her mouth to speak, her soft voice just barely escaping before Garfiel cut her off, stepping forward with a challenging gleam in his eye.

"So, the rumors are true then, huh?" Garfiel crossed his arms, his grin fierce. "They say yer some kinda big shot now, boy. Strong enough to take down the White Whale, even Sloth. Well, I wanna see for myself if yer' all that." He jabbed a thumb toward himself, his gaze unyielding. "How 'bout we settle this right now? Fight me."

Subaru blinked, momentarily bewildered by Garfiel's demand. He raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Emilia and Rem as if to confirm that Garfiel was serious. His hands fell from their clasped position, and he gave an incredulous half-smile, trying to gauge if this was some sort of joke.

"Wait, you're actually serious?" he asked, slightly laughing in disbelief, though Garfiel's unwavering stare made it clear he wasn't kidding.

Anastasia couldn't help but stifle a snicker, covering her mouth with a gloved hand. The whole exchange was unfolding more entertainingly than she'd expected.

Mimi, still clinging to Garfiel with an amused grin, chimed in enthusiastically, "Garf, ya might be strong, but Suba-dad's on a whole other level!"

Emilia tilted her head, clearly puzzled. "Suba…dad?" she repeated, looking between Mimi and Subaru with a mix of confusion and amusement. Subaru, scratching the back of his head with an embarrassed laugh, opened his mouth to explain but was interrupted.

"Yes, Subaru is in a different league entirely, I suppose," Beatrice stated bluntly, nodding with a look of absolute certainty. Her small hands were folded over her chest, her confidence in her contractor unshaken. "No one would doubt it, in fact."

Rem remained quiet and composed, but her mind raced, recalling the strength Subaru had demonstrated in their battles. She knew what he was capable of, but hearing others speak of him with such high regard stirred a mix of pride and something else—something she couldn't quite name.

Subaru let out a sigh, still bewildered by the sudden challenge, and addressed Garfiel. "Look, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but… do we really need to settle this with a fight?" He glanced at Emilia for some support, still finding it hard to believe this was happening.

Garfiel's grin only grew wider. "That's the only way I know to get the truth, Subaru. If ya can take me down, then maybe I'll believe all these stories."

Just then, a loud voice echoed through the city from the speakers mounted near City Hall, filling the air with the morning announcements. The sound interrupted the group's conversation, and everyone turned, momentarily distracted by the clear and efficient broadcast.

Subaru raised an eyebrow, surprised by the technology on display. "Well, maybe not all tech is as backwards as I thought," he muttered, still amused by the world's blend of magic and technology.

Before he could process it further, a faint buzzing sounded from his pocket. He reached down, pulling out his metia— the small magic-powered communication device he'd come to rely on for calls. Casually, he glanced at the glowing surface and answered, his tone relaxed as he turned slightly away from Garfiel, who was still half-poised, fists clenched, ready to jump into a fight.

"Hello?" Subaru spoke into the device, his casual stance making Garfiel frown in confusion.

An unknown voice spoke on the other end, and Subaru's expression shifted slightly, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Wait? You need me there now?" he asked, sounding both curious and slightly annoyed, though he was already looking around as if mapping out the fastest way to wherever he needed to go.

Garfiel, still staggered from the interruption, scowled, fists dropping as he muttered, "Ain't this a fine time fer a call…" but kept his eyes fixed on Subaru, waiting to see what this unexpected turn would bring.

Subaru's expression shifted in an instant, all traces of his usual light-heartedness gone. His sharp, midnight gaze landed on Beatrice with an intensity that made her straighten. "Beatrice," he said, his tone serious. "We need to go. Now." Beatrice nodded, catching the urgency in his voice. Subaru wasted no time, standing up and grabbing her small hand. He threw a quick look over his shoulder at Garfiel, a sly grin breaking through his focus. "I'd take ya up on that offer, buddy, but I gotta go!"

Without waiting for a response, he turned and took off, pulling Beatrice along with him. They weaved through the crowd and disappeared down the street, leaving the group behind in stunned silence.

Anastasia stayed seated, watching with a hint of amusement as she sipped her drink. Emilia looked over, brows raised, trying to piece together what had just happened.

Garfiel scowled, folding his arms as he stared down the road where Subaru had vanished. "Th' hell was that?" he muttered, still trying to make sense of the sudden exit.

As Subaru and Beatrice vanished around the corner, the Emilia camp took a moment to process what had just happened.

Rem's expression softened slightly, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. "That's… very much like him," she murmured, almost to herself.

Otto, however, was left completely baffled, scratching his head in confusion. "Is… is that guy always like this?" he asked, his first impression of Subaru clearly shaken by the whirlwind departure.

Garfiel's eyes narrowed as he watched Subaru disappear down the street. "Ain't sure if he's brave or just plain nuts," he muttered, clearly still itching for the fight that had been suddenly derailed.

Meanwhile, Emilia's gaze shifted to Anastasia, putting together the scene she'd walked into. "You two were having breakfast together," she noted, her eyes slightly narrowed in curiosity. "Are… are you close?"

Anastasia gave a light chuckle, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. "Somewhat," she replied, drawing out the word with a slight grin. "We're clossseee business partners, after all."

Emilia tilted her head, watching Anastasia with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Business partners?" she echoed, still trying to understand what kind of connection Subaru had with the influential merchant leader.

Anastasia nodded, taking her time with her words, as if savoring the mild discomfort it stirred. "Yep. Business partners, ya could say," she replied, smiling slightly at Emilia's intrigue. "Subaru's got quite the interest in enterprise, after all. And Kagaragi is always open to those willin' to make their mark. We've worked on a few ventures together—trade ideas, support for certain' projects in Kagaragi… boy's full of surprises."

Emilia's expression softened, as if she'd gained a little more insight into Subaru's recent endeavours. "I had no idea he'd gotten so involved," she admitted, a bit of pride in her voice. "It sounds like you trust him a lot."

"Trust's not a word I throw 'round lightly, ya know?" Anastasia replied, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "But I do appreciate a partner who's willin' ta' put himself on the line fer somethin' he believes in. Business can use a little boldness, and he brings plenty of that."

Garfiel, meanwhile, was half-listening, his attention wavering as he tried to make sense of Subaru's departure and Anastasia's vague responses. Before he could dwell on it too long, Mimi sidled up to him with a grin, eyes shining. Without warning, she practically draped herself around his arm, giggling. Happily, squeezing his arm as his face turned bright red.

"Oi, Mimi—g-get off! Ya makin' a scene here!" he stammered, clearly flustered, but he didn't pull away as quickly as he might have wanted to.

Emilia and Anastasia exchanged an amused glance, their conversation briefly halted as they took in the dynamic between Mimi and the embarrassed Garfiel.

Anastasia's amused smile faded as she glanced at the sun moving higher in the sky. "Well, guess that's all fer now," she said, stretching slightly. Emilia gave a polite nod, their conversation coming to a natural close.

Otto took the opportunity to clear his throat, stepping forward. "Now that that's over for now," he began, casting a quick glance at the group, "I have some business in the downs treasury, if that's alright, Miss Emilia?"

Emilia nodded with a smile. "Of course, Otto. And if it's alright with you, Rem can go with you. I think she'd be happy to help."

Rem, who had been silently enduring the exchange, looked to Emilia gratefully. "Yes, I'd like that," she agreed, a hint of relief in her voice as she joined Otto's side.

Meanwhile, Garfiel, still red in the face from Mimi's attention, rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Right, well, I'm gonna get outta here, I think. Ain't much point standin' 'round," he said, turning to leave.

"Oh no ya don't, Garf! I'm comin' with ya!" Mimi said cheerfully, clinging to his arm once more. Garfiel sighed, glancing sideways at her, clearly reluctant but too flustered to object as she dragged him along.

With the group splitting off in different directions, Emilia took one last look around, her thoughts drifting back to Subaru. She couldn't shake the feeling that her path and his would cross sooner than expected.

As the group dispersed, Anastasia lingered, glancing at Emilia with mild curiosity. "So, what will ya do now?" she asked, her tone casual but her eyes sharp, observing the half-elf closely.

Emilia paused, considering the question. "I think... I'll keep looking for the right crystal," she said softly, her gaze thoughtful. "I still believe it's possible to find one that can properly house a great spirit."

Anastasia's eyes drifted to the black pendant around Emilia's neck, her expression shifting slightly as she let out a quiet sigh. "Still hopin' to bring a certain spirit back, are ya?" she murmured, nodding to the pendant.

Emilia looked down, hand reaching up to lightly touch the pendant, a flicker of something close to sorrow passing over her face before she nodded. "Yes. I haven't given up."

Anastasia observed her for a moment, then offered a gentle smile. "Well, let's not dwell on that out here, alright? How 'bout accompanyin' me back to the hotel suite? I'd like a proper chat."

Emilia's face brightened a bit as she nodded, glad for the invitation. "I'd be happy to, Anastasia."

With that, the two headed back toward the hotel, side by side.

BOOM. CRASH. SHAKE.

The room rattled, thick smoke filling every corner. Subaru coughed, squinting as he tried to make sense of the chaos around him. Through the haze, he spotted Heinkel Astrea, red-faced and hacking between words.

"Kid, yer damn machine blew up on me!" Heinkel growled, eyes sharp with irritation as he smacked the dust from his sleeves.

Subaru paused, blinking in mock horror before clutching his chest dramatically. "No… no, really? Are ya serious? My brilliant machine?" He feigned shock, then shot Heinkel a mischievous grin. "Wait, but those mana crystals—are they still intact? Do ya have any idea how expensive they were? I mean, I can only keep depleting the Astrea treasury for so long before someone starts noticin'!"

Heinkel gave him a long look, eventually letting out a chuckle despite himself. "Yeah, I s'pose there is."

Subaru sighed, running a hand through his hair, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at the mess of metal and mana crystals. "Honestly? I just wanted to build a car," he admitted with a slight shrug. "Dragons are great, don't get me wrong, but nothing beats an actual automobile."

Heinkel raised an eyebrow, watching Subaru with mild amusement. "A car, huh? Can't say I've ever heard of anyone tryin' to invent somethin' like that with mana crystals."

Subaru chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, well, turns out my knowledge of engine machinery is pretty limited. I mean, my dad used to show me how stuff worked, but… I wasn't exactly paying the best attention back then. Now I'm wishin' I had."

Beatrice rolled her eyes, crossing her small arms. "Perhaps if you'd been less of a fool, in fact, you would have understood the basics, I suppose."

Before Subaru could respond, a sharp, commanding voice cut through the smoky air. "This noise! What is this… curr?"

Subaru turned to see none other than Priscilla, her regal presence filling the room as she entered with Al following close behind, his usual casual stance in stark contrast to her grand entrance. Subaru raised an eyebrow, giving her an unimpressed look. "Ever heard of knocking?"

Priscilla scoffed, her fiery eyes narrowing as she looked around at the wreckage with disdain. "Knocking? Hardly necessary when entering the domain of peasants and chaos," she replied, flicking a lock of her vibrant hair over her shoulder.

Al glanced around the room, taking in the mess with a faint smirk. "So… what'd we miss?" he asked, eyeing Subaru and the makeshift contraption with a look that was somewhere between amusement and genuine curiosity.

Behind Priscilla and Al, a small figure wobbled into the room—a young boy with wide, curious eyes, dressed in fine clothes that seemed out of place on someone so young. Schult, the other member of Priscilla's entourage, tried to keep up with her regal stride, his small frame nearly stumbling over debris as he entered.

Subaru turned to Al, gesturing at the smoking pile of metal and crystals scattered around. "I was, uh, trying to reinvent the automobile here," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

Al's eyes widened, a faint glimmer of surprise in his usually nonchalant gaze. "An automobile? Now that's ambitious, bro." He glanced back at the machine, an approving nod settling on his face. "Gotta hand it to ya, you're aimin' high."

Subaru shrugged, clearly less enthused now as he turned his attention to Priscilla. "So, were you invited by Anastasia too? Seems like everyone's here for this grand gathering."

Priscilla scoffed, her disdain as sharp as her gaze. "Anastasia? Hardly. I suspect that was a move of pure spite on her part, as if she thought I would lower myself to take an invitation." She waved a hand dismissively, her lips curling into a smug smile. "But as you can see, everything works out for me regardless. The world simply bends to my will."

Subaru raised an eyebrow, his expression bordering on boredom as he absorbed Priscilla's predictable response. He leaned back slightly, glancing at Heinkel, who was watching the exchange with faint amusement, as if unsure what to make of Priscilla's grandiosity or Subaru's lackluster reaction.

"Yeah, of course it does," Subaru muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else, as Priscilla's words echoed with the same entitled confidence he'd come to expect.

Subaru waved a dismissive hand. "Whatever, you guys can leave. Nothing major happening here."

But Priscilla didn't move. Instead, she walked closer, her sharp, crimson gaze locking onto his. For a moment, she simply stared, her piercing eyes scrutinizing every detail of his face, particularly his intense, dark eyes. The silence grew thick and awkward, and Subaru felt a strange tension prickling under her unblinking inspection.

"Mineself can see it," she finally murmured, her voice low, laced with an unsettling certainty.

Subaru blinked, thrown off balance by her words. "Uh, see… what?"

Priscilla's gaze didn't waver. "A roar of Vollachia, clear as day. As if the Empire itself is woven into you."

Subaru forced a chuckle, taking a step back, awkwardly stumbling over a piece of debris. "Alright, that's… weird. And no, not quite," he muttered, brushing it off, but her words lingered. He glanced down, his hand instinctively reaching to steady himself—and clutched onto a small object embedded in the rubble.

Priscilla stepped closer, her movement almost predatory as if drawn in by something innate. Her presence felt invasive, even hypnotic, and Subaru's throat tightened as he realized he was gripping a leftover mana crystal, still unsteady from the recent explosion.

Beatrice, sensing the tension, piped up in a cautious voice. "Perhaps, I suppose… Lady Priscilla, you should back away a little, in fact."

Priscilla ignored her, her eyes now fixed on the crystal in Subaru's hand, her expression suddenly shifting as she registered the potential danger. Without a moment's hesitation, she raised her fan, snapping it open with a sharp flick of her wrist. She struck his hand with a precise flick, sending the crystal flying through the air and out the open window, where it disappeared in a flash.

The group stood frozen, the weight of the moment hanging between them as Priscilla calmly closed her fan, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips. "Control is paramount, Natsuki Subaru. Only those with strength should dare wield power."

Outside the window, the mana crystal exploded in a burst of brilliant light and sound, sending a shockwave that rattled the panes. The sudden detonation cast an eerie glow over the room, and Subaru felt the weight of Priscilla's gaze bearing down on him even more intensely.

"You will accompany me one day, Natsuki Subaru," Priscilla declared, her voice smooth and laced with absolute confidence. "Whether willingly or not. Fate, after all, bends to my will."

Subaru, still seated on the floor, blinked up at her, trying to process the strangeness of it all. "Uh… right," he muttered, uncertainty clear in his voice as he awkwardly brushed the dust from his hands.

Before he could gather his thoughts, a sudden rush of air filled the room as Reinhard, the Sword Saint, burst in, his blue eyes scanning the scene with immediate concern. "Is everything alright?" he asked, his tone calm yet edged with alarm.

His gaze swept across the room, first catching sight of Priscilla standing over Subaru, then his father, Heinkel, covered head to toe in a fine layer of black dust, remnants from the failed invention. The usually composed Reinhard hesitated, momentarily taken aback, trying to process the strange tableau before him.

For a split second, he looked almost… flustered, as though stumbling upon an absurd play that left him without a line.

Subaru perked up, brushing off the remaining dust and stepping around Priscilla with a casual wave. "Yeah, everything's alrighty!" he announced with a reassuring grin, hoping to ease the tension.

Reinhard studied Subaru's expression for a moment, then glanced at his father, Heinkel, who was now conspicuously turned away, dusting off his sleeves and trying to avoid eye contact.

With an awkward nod, Reinhard gave a brief apology, "I see… sorry to intrude, then." He cast one more uncertain look around the room before quickly excusing himself, slipping back into the hallway and out of sight.

Al looked over at Priscilla, giving a casual wave. "Got some stuff to take care of, so I'll be headin' out."

Priscilla, in her usual haughty manner, gave him a dismissive nod. "Very well, attend to your insignificant matters," she said, barely sparing him a glance.

Al chuckled, unfazed by her tone, and turned to the group with a casual wave. "Later, everyone. Good luck, Subaru!" With that, he strolled out of the room, leaving them in the awkward aftermath.

Priscilla turned to Subaru with a pleased smile. "And now, I am willing to observe the daily life of a… curr," she declared, her gaze fixed on him like he was a rare specimen she had the privilege to study.

Subaru let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. "So… you'll be following me around today?"

Priscilla's smile widened, taking on a gleam of satisfaction. "Indeed. Consider yourself fortunate to have earned my attention."

Subaru chuckled, realizing there was no easy way out. "Alright then, guess I could go for some sightseeing anyway." He turned to Heinkel, who was still half-covered in dust, looking particularly irritable. "You good to handle things here, Heinkel?"

Heinkel gave a grunt, waving him off. "Yeah, yeah. But I need a drink first, I'll tell ya that."

Subaru shot him a disappointed look. "After last night? Seriously, somebody's gonna have to keep an eye on you."

Turning to Beatrice, Subaru gave her a pleading look. "Hey, Beako, think you could look after him?"

Beatrice folded her arms, raising her chin. "I have no desire to babysit this man, I suppose," she sniffed, refusing outright.

Subaru sighed, then leaned down to her level, speaking in a coaxing tone. "I'll give you an hour of head pats… deal?"

Beatrice's eyes narrowed, considering the offer. After a moment, she let out a reluctant sigh, conceding with a small nod. "Very well, I suppose I'll watch over him… for a price, in fact," she said, trying to sound indifferent, though there was a hint of eagerness in her tone.

With that settled, Subaru straightened up, ready for the unpredictable day that lay ahead with Priscilla.

Emilia and Anastasia walked through the lively streets of Pristella, laughter and friendly conversation flowing easily between them. The atmosphere between them was surprisingly lighthearted, with both exchanging jokes and even poking a bit of fun at the quirks of royal life. As they neared the grand hotel where everyone was staying, Emilia spotted something that made her stop in her tracks.

Just a little ways off, they saw Subaru and, to Emilia's surprise, Priscilla Barielle. Emilia's eyes widened, especially since she knew Anastasia hadn't invited the Sun Princess to Pristella. Next to her, Anastasia narrowed her eyes, just as taken aback.

"Wasn't expecting her of all people here," Anastasia muttered, watching the two with interest. "And what kinda games is that boy playin', cozyin' up with Priscilla like that?"

Emilia glanced at her, worry creeping into her expression. "Do you think… that's what his urgent business was about?" Her gaze drifted back to the scene, just in time to see Priscilla wrap her arms around Subaru, who looked visibly stunned and just a bit uncomfortable. The sight made her frown, not in anger but in sheer confusion. Subaru had always been one to rush into odd situations, but this?

Anastasia crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips, though her eyes remained sharp. "Well, he's certainly made a habit of keepin' people on their toes," she murmured, though there was a hint of something between hurt and mild disbelief in her voice.

Before they could observe further, a familiar voice drifted over to them. "Ohhh, Miss Anastasia, Lady Emiliaaa!" Roswaal's unmistakable, lilting tone cut through the noise of the street as he approached them with a formal, almost theatrical bow.

The noble jester's mismatched eyes sparkled with amusement as he straightened, his usual eccentric grin in place. "Allow me to extend my sincerest gratitude for your kind invitation to Pristella, Miss Anastasia, and for the most warm hospitality."

Anastasia raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but nodded politely. "Anytime, Roswaal. Yer presence does have a way of… lightenin' up a place," she replied dryly.

Roswaal turned his attention to Emilia, his expression softening just slightly. "Lady Emilia, would you be so kind as to accompany me on a stroll through this beautiful city? I think a proper tour would do us both a world of good, don't you agree?"

Emilia hesitated, glancing back at Anastasia, who gave her a small nod. After a moment, Emilia looked back at Roswaal and offered a polite smile. "Alright, I'll come with you," she said, the curiosity about Subaru's encounter with Priscilla still lingering in her mind as she allowed Roswaal to lead her away.

As Roswaal led Emilia down one of Pristella's elegant, bustling avenues, she couldn't help but cast a few glances back toward the hotel, her thoughts lingering on Subaru and Priscilla's odd pairing. It wasn't that she felt any jealousy—she trusted Subaru implicitly—but the situation was unusual enough to spark a hundred questions in her mind.

Roswaal noticed her distraction and let out a light chuckle. "Is something on your mind, my dear Emilia? You seem… elsewhere, as they say."

Emilia blinked, refocusing on him. "Oh, it's nothing, Roswaal. I just… saw Subaru and Priscilla together. It's a little surprising, I guess."

Roswaal's smile deepened, a flicker of intrigue passing over his face. "Ah, yes, our dear Subaru is quite the… adaptable young man, wouldn't you say? He has a unique ability to blend into situations one might never expect him to."

Emilia nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond. "It's not like him to keep things like this a secret," she murmured, half to herself.

"Perhaps," Roswaal mused, his tone carrying a hint of amusement. "But even a boy as earnest as Subaru can have… hidden motives." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a soft, almost conspiratorial whisper. "After all, in this world, even the most honest faces can wear masks."

Emilia frowned, uncomfortable with his implication. "Subaru isn't like that, Roswaal. He's… well, he's always been open about his intentions with me."

Roswaal straightened, a faintly knowing smile on his face. "Of course, of course, my dear. But remember, even heroes have their own struggles, their own… complexities."

Emilia's face softened slightly, his words sparking a mixture of concern and understanding. Subaru was nothing if not complex, and while she trusted him deeply, she couldn't deny that his recent actions—like his unexpected partnership with Anastasia, and now this scene with Priscilla—hinted at something beyond what she fully grasped.

After a moment of silence, she shook her head, forcing a smile. "Enough about Subaru," she said, trying to lighten her tone. "Roswaal, you know this city well, don't you? Why don't you show me some of your favorite spots?"

Roswaal's eyes glinted with satisfaction. "A splendid idea, my dear! Pristella holds countless secrets, each more fascinating than the last. Let us begin with a place most… illuminating," he said, offering her his arm with a flourish.

Emilia took it reluctantly, allowing herself to be led, while still wondering just what Subaru was up to—and what it might mean for all of them in the days to come.

The city square had a rare stillness, one that hung heavily in the air as Emilia and Roswaal stepped into the heart of Pristella. Though the sunlight spilled over the cobblestone paths and quaint market stalls, there was a disquiet among the people—low murmurs and wary glances passed among strangers. The usual bustle felt muted, as if the city itself held its breath.

Emilia's senses, honed by months of rigorous training, were alert, picking up the subtle shift in atmosphere. She kept her gaze steady, but a lingering feeling of unease settled over her, prickling at her instincts. Beside her, Roswaal observed her in silence, noting the calm power that radiated from her. It was undeniable; this was a different Emilia than the one who had once fumbled through battles. Under the guidance of the Witch of Greed, she had gained not only strength but control and precision—a force far beyond her previous self.

As they moved further into the square, a woman's voice echoed from the center, cutting through the murmurs. It was soft at first, then grew louder, more fervent, and filled with emotion.

"My dearest brothers and sisters, our suffering has been long and deep, but today—today, I am here to show you that pain binds us together!"

The figure came into view: a woman adorned in tattered funeral garb, her face wrapped in bandages, only her fierce eyes visible, alight with unbridled fervor. Chains, thick and menacing, coiled around her body, and with every exaggerated gesture, they clinked and rattled, adding an ominous undercurrent to her words. She stood tall, arms raised, as if calling upon her audience to join her in some grand revelation.

Emilia and Roswaal stopped short, taking in the sight before them. Roswaal's gaze sharpened; there was no mistaking it—this was a Sin Archbishop of the Witch's Cult, Wrath herself.

"Ah, so she finally appears," Roswaal murmured under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. This was no minor threat; it was the Archbishop of Wrath in the flesh, a figure known to incite chaos and hysteria with frightening ease. He stole a quick glance at Emilia, noting the steady composure in her gaze. Her strength was undeniable, but even so, he knew the nature of Wrath's power could bring any battlefield into utter disarray.

The woman, now fully visible to the crowd, spread her arms, chains swaying with each motion. "I am Sirius Romanee-Conti, Archbishop of Wrath! And I am here, as ever, to free you from the bonds that cage you!"

She spoke passionately, her voice dripping with empathy, her tone almost kind, but there was an underlying fury that seemed to resonate, sending an unnatural chill through the crowd. Her gaze swept over the citizens gathered before her, her expression one of adoration mingled with something far darker, her eyes glistening with fanatical zeal.

Emilia felt the shift in the crowd—a restless murmur spreading like ripples on water as Sirius's words took root, instilling a strange, twisted sense of unity in them. Citizens glanced at one another, their apprehensions morphing into something dangerous, as if their shared fears were melding into a single, overwhelming need for release.

"What are you doing?" Emilia called out, her voice steady yet firm. She stepped forward, her presence commanding, the black crystal pendant around her neck catching the light as she did so. "You're speaking like you understand their pain, but you're only here to exploit it. You're trying to twist it for yourself."

Sirius turned her head slowly, her eyes locking onto Emilia. A delighted smile spread across her face, distorted by the bandages. "Ah, a soul as strong as yours, with words that pierce the heart… how beautiful! You do understand, don't you? The weight of grief, the suffering we all share—it's what binds us together!" She extended her arms, her chains clinking as she moved, as though to embrace Emilia's resistance.

Emilia stood her ground, every muscle taut with resolve. She could feel Sirius's power—an aura of twisted empathy that hung heavily in the air, threatening to overtake anyone who dared to listen for too long. Roswaal, watching her closely, felt a flash of both pride and caution. She was strong, stronger than before, and her expression carried a fierce determination he hadn't seen in their earlier days.

"Emilia," he murmured, low enough for her ears alone, "this one is… no simple opponent. Even with all your strength, beware her power."

Emilia nodded slightly, her eyes never leaving Sirius. She understood the warning; her instincts told her as much. But this time, she was no stranger to handling her fear. She had seen darkness and, with Echidna's guidance, had learned to confront it head-on. Her hand flexed, ready to summon her ice magic if needed, though she kept herself poised, cautious.

Sirius let out a delighted laugh, raising her chains high, the clinking sound somehow chilling. "Then, if you understand, dear one, you'll join me, won't you? Together, we'll embrace the pain of this world and bring peace to our souls!"

Emilia's expression hardened. "You're not bringing peace," she replied coolly, her tone unwavering. "You're only bringing suffering."

The square seemed to tremble with the tension building between them, the crowd beginning to sway with uncertain energy, and Roswaal felt a rare flicker of something close to concern. Wrath's power had an insidious nature, and if Emilia wasn't careful, the crowd itself might become her enemy.

But Emilia didn't falter. She took a step forward, her gaze steady on Sirius, prepared to counter whatever the Sin Archbishop of Wrath had planned.