The winds and the breeze did but little to cure my boredom, little to cure my lack of rest and peace.
In a world full of mysteries, miracles, gods and goddesses, aliens, technology, criminals, magic, beasts, and so many more things, it was quite certain that one as myself was but an insignificant grain of sand.
Yet knowing the future was a burden, knowing what ditch your fate can end was a burden, and this stopped me from not thinking about it.
There was a large chance that I could get killed by some random abyssal monster, or get killed by some god, what the Fatui dealt in was blood and danger, and he could not extract himself from the trade, his high importance as a subject for new research would not keep him safe forever.
But he wasn't alone, his blood was alive, he had family, someone who cared enough, someone who loved him.
His brain wasn't freed of such thoughts even as the 67th Hilichurl was defeated by him, falling down before his legs.
With the 8th Hilichurl camp cleared, he had completed his tasks for the day, atleast the ones that had included Hilichurls.
The Fatui may value him and wish for him to stay healthy, but they weren't someone who'd keep him out of safe, they were probably doing this so they could get him on the field as soon as possible with him in proper shape.
Speaking of health, it seems that using Blue wasn't really good for my health, it was too draining, i didn't know why, I seemed to be able to use it before. But it seems as the size and power increased, so did the energy cost, and it increased dramatically.
Not really much of a problem, not like I used it much, i really hadn't gotten a grip on it, only using it when training alone.
Putting my thoughts aside, i turned towards the giant cliff. I was on Starsnatch Cliff right now, some random Hilichurl camp had popped up here for some reason, don't see why the Hilichurls would do this, not really a practical place, so high up.
I walked towards the edge of the cliff and sat down, casting my eyes over the vast unending ocean.
In a world full of mysteries, i also had no knowledge about what laid beyond the ocean and beneath it's deepest depths.
That said, I cast my eyes onto the peculiar island in the distance, I knew some things about it. Mainly how it was once home to a temple where the shade of time, Istaroth, was worshipped.
I stared and stared, letting the soft, gentle winds caress my face for the time being.
And after a while of staring, I stood up.
A half-strong wind, slipped into my ear, almost like a whisper, the sound in my ears resembled some words I couldn't really make it out.
The most strange was the almost instant arrival and departure of a strange light far off on the Island.
But then again, it really did look like reflected sunlight.
And thus, I turned around.
- Mondstadt Gate. -
After some minutes of jumping and walking, I was at the bridge connected to the gate.
Time really did fly by, felt like I was gazing up at the ocean one second and then here the next.
Right as the bridge came into sight, so did a quadrant of the Knights of Favonius.
As well as the woman who was responsible for me being in intensive care for sometime,
Eula Lawrence.
I looked at her half exposed back, as she talked to the Knights, as if instructing them about something.
But as if she sensed my gaze, she turned her head around and looked at me.
Her eyes narrowed in recognition, some anger creeping into her expression, a slight frown forming.
I maintained eye contact for a few seconds, then closed my eyes and sighed. There was no avoiding this, he couldn't stand there forever, he had to get to the city.
And then, I walked.
I walked and walked, turning towards the bridge and slowly walking past the still staring Vengeful Knight.
The other knights and civilians were staring as well, but not in anger but curiousity and interest, Eula Lawrence's odd behaviour and vengeance were a popular topic of talk in Mondstadt afterall.
I paid no heed, I had other things to tend to.
- Hotel Deboard -
I walked into the Hotel, the hall was quite empty, no presence except for the man at the counter and the guards and some agents discussing something at the corner.
I walked over to the counter and handed the man the clipboard, "Here, now, my payment."
The man smiled and picked up the clipboard and took a look at it and then looked at me, "I am sorry, but you still have tasks left."
I shrugged, "Not doing them." And extended my hand, "Now my payment, you gonna give it to me now or you gonna complain to Signora about me not doing her assigned tasks while she is in Liyue?"
The man grumbled and took out a empty and filled it with mora from the box beneath the counter and handed it to me.
With the bag in hand, I headed to my room for an afternoon nap.
An unspecified amount of time later.
Life was getting boring.
Seriously.
Being stuck here in Mondstadt was boring, and thinking of Genshin, knowing it was a fictional world with small boundaries, very boring.
He couldn't help but think about what when the Traveler leaves the planet with her sibling, the main plot comes to an end, but what about him?
The world is real here, but the world would just seem so boring.
Nonetheless, he was looking for free food.
And the Gunhildr residence held some great free food for him.
Sure, showing up announced might annoy Jean.
But eh, she lives alone anyway in that giant house, and I doubt she'd have had dinner since she must've been working later than others.
Mondstadt was a small city, and as such, most rich people had big houses outside the city, take Diluc for example, with the Dawn Winery.
And did Jean have a BIG house.
A giant beautiful mansion with a huge circular garden and a beautiful fountain in the middle, also the amazing view.
He wouldn't mind spending his life here if he could, waking up every day in this lavish house and looking over the horizon.
So, he went up to the door and knocked.
..
.
....
...
Yeah, no one was home.
Well, he could always sit on one of the many benches around the garden.
Seriously, rich people might actually be too rich if they have this much shit in their house.
Wait, he is reach too though..
Does this mean he also has a mansion like this in Snezhnaya?
His sister sure looked rich and beautiful as hell.
Definitely quite some time later.
Someone tell Jean she is a substitute, she doesn't need to work this hard.
But seriously, just when does she get home?
And there it was, the calm and regal presence, the elegant footsteps, he could sense it from some length away.
And it seemed she had sensed him too.
The footsteps quickened a bit and in a few seconds, she was right there near the entrance to the garden.
"Boris?!" She said, obviously being quite shocked at the sudden appearance of her favourite Fatuus at her house, "What are you doing here?" She approached him.
"Ahh, Jean. Nice to see you." He greeted her and stood up, "I was feeling bored and lonely, and also hungry, so I decided to take you up on that offer of yours for dinner."
Jean's shocked expression turned into a surprised one, but a pleasantly surprised one at that.
Jean would invite many people to her house for dinner. Master Diluc would turn her down alot politely because of his busy schedule, only coming once or twice when she managed to convince him. Kaeya was a similar case, Lisa and Eula would regularly visit her, but they were also pretty busy most of the times, Barbara would try to visit as much as she could, but she couldn't visit much as things between them would always get awkward.
Why? Because it was... Quite lonely. Ever since her mother left for the expedition alongside Grandmaster Varka, she was the only person in the giant house, except for the servants, who she would excuse so they could spend time with their own family most of the time.
"Oh." She said, relaxing a bit, "That's very kind of you. I am sorry- you've must been busy-"
"Oh no no, i was all free, I am not some high-ranking officer who has alot of responsibilities, and with my sister's position and power, the others can't just pawn off work on me because I am a junior, so there wasn't anything I was doing." He said, waving her off and smiling.
"Oh, well, let's get inside then." Jean said and tapped his shoulder before walking towards the door.
"Oh," she turned around, as if she forgot to do something, "you didn't try to force your way in, did you?" She asked.
He tilted his head in confusion and said, "No, why? Did you think I would?"
Jean shook her head, "No No, it's just that- nevermind.. it's quite complicated, basically, the house has been laced with magic because of a certain guest I have, for their protection, if anyone tries to force their way in, the intruder would be met with grim consequences." She said and took out a bunch of keys from her pocket.
"Oh..." Boris said and started thinking, 'who could this guest be?'
The door clicked open and Jean walked in and held the door for me.
The warm light flooded outside and a soft fragrance filled the night wind.
I walked in as Jean closed the door behind me and I started looking around the house.
And damn was it Beautiful, and most of all, BIG.
"Your house is quite beautiful Jean.... I thought the exterior look was nice, but the interior is beautiful too." I said, looking around the vast house, placing my hand on the walls to feel the wood.
"Thank you. It was made by my mother, Frederica, not sure if you've heard of her, she is also known as the Alder Knight, she is currently away with Grandmaster Varka on his expedition." Jean said and pointed at a shelf used to hold shoes and sandals and slippers, "Here, you can put your shoes there." And took off her own heels and placed them in the shelf.
I followed suit behind her and took off my own shoes as well. Jean took off her coat and placed it on a hanger and walked towards what seemed like a kitchen before turning around and pointed towards a sofa, "You can sit there if you want, the Television switch is on the wall, i don't really use it much so it stays off for most of the time. There are also many books on the shelf nearby if you wanna read any. I'll cook in the meantime."
I nodded and went and sat down on the sofa, thoroughly feeling the softness of the surface before looking around the house once more.
"So... Who is this guest? Are they not here?" I asked, trying to get the identity of who else Jean was hosting here.
"It's a little girl, her name's Klee. She is probably asleep in the bedroom upstairs, otherwise she'd have bombarded you with questions and requests by now." Jean said as she started preparing to cook the dinner, taking out some vegetables.
'Klee? What's she doing here? Wait- I can't just ask her that, I am supposed to be new to Mondstadt.'
"Klee? Is she your daughter, I'd have never thought." I said, faking surprise.
"Oh no no, she is the daughter of a.... Friend... Of mine, she is living with me for some time because her mother and father are away due to work reasons and her house was burned down.... Due to inexplicit reasons..." Jean said, stretching out the inexplicit reasons part.
That sounds about right... The magic was probably set up around the house for Klee's safety by her mother or maybe some other witch from the Hexenzirkel.
"Hmm. The name Klee does ring a bell.. Anyways, is she not gonna eat dinner?" I asked, looking at Jean working in the kitchen.
"Yeah, i almost forgot about that, thank you for reminding me. Alice would've flipped me over if she found out her daughter went out without dinner for one night." Jean said and put down the knife she was using to cut the veggies.
"Alice? The famous adventurer? Klee is her daughter?" I asked, feigning surprise, had to keep the act up.
"Yes. Both the daughter and mother are quite alike. Well, I'll go wake up Klee now." And Jean walked up the stairs to the second floor.
I let out a slow breath and closed my eyes for a second.
A little ellf girl upstairs.
Jean alone in this massive house.
And me — a Fatui experiment sitting on her sofa waiting for dinner.
Life truly was absurd.
"Butttttttttttt Master Jeannnnnnnn, it's so early!" A sleepy but loud and childish voice came from upstairs.
"It's night-time, Klee!" Jean replied, "And we have a guest!"
"A guest?" Klee said and then the sound of shuffling of bedsheets and clothes came.
A few seconds later, tiny footsteps could be heard heading down the stairs.
I turned my head towards the stairs, and ther was she was.
A white haired cute little red elf girl.
She was dressed in her usual clothes minus the hat and bagpack.
The little girl's eyes started sparkling as she looked at me and yelled, "Master Jean! There's a prince sitting on your sofa!"
Jean froze mid-step on the stairs.
"Klee…" she began in that warning tone that rarely worked on the little elf.
But Klee had already rushed down the remaining steps, small boots tapping quickly against the wood.
She stopped right in front of me.
Then she stared.
And stared.
And stared some more.
Her red eyes sparkled like she had just discovered treasure.
"There's a prince sitting on your sofa!" she announced loudly.
Jean let out a small chuckle this time instead of scolding her.
"Well," she said lightly, crossing her arms, "he is indeed."
I blinked.
That was unexpected.
Klee marched closer, hands on her hips, inspecting me from head to toe.
"You are the prettiest prince Klee has ever seen!" she declared.
Jean hummed thoughtfully. "I suppose Mondstadt could do worse."
I stared at her.
She was smiling.
Actually smiling.
"Klee will marry you!" the little elf said proudly.
Silence filled the living room.
Jean coughed softly into her hand but her shoulders were shaking slightly.
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees and lowering my voice like I was about to reveal a state secret.
"Sorry," I said gravely, "I'm already married."
Klee gasped dramatically.
"To who?!"
I straightened, keeping a completely serious face.
"To the Tsaritsa of Snezhnaya."
Jean's brows lifted slightly.
Klee's mouth formed a perfect 'O'.
"The Cryo Archon?!" she whispered.
"Top secret marriage," I nodded solemnly. "Very political."
Jean let out a soft laugh she tried and failed to hide.
Klee thought about it very deeply.
Then she nodded.
"Okay! Then you can be Big Bro Boris!"
"That was fast," I muttered.
"Because you look like a prince but you can't marry Klee, so now you're Big Bro Boris!" she explained with perfect logic.
I accepted my fate with dignity.
Jean shook her head lightly. "Klee, you cannot propose to every guest that visits."
"But Master Jean!" Klee spun toward her. "If you marry Boris, then he can stay here forever!"
Jean stopped moving.
"…Klee."
"Yes?"
"That is enough."
A faint pink rose across Jean's cheeks, subtle but there.
I pretended to examine a bookshelf.
Klee, however, was unstoppable.
She turned back to me, climbing up beside me on the sofa.
"What do you do? Are you a knight? How old are you? Do you fight dragons? Are you really married to the Tsaritsa? Do you have a castle? Is it made of ice?"
I leaned back.
"I'm fifteen," I said. "Nearly sixteen."
Klee gasped. "So old!"
"And I am," I lowered my voice again, "a top secret Fatui bad guy agent."
Her eyes widened.
"But you cannot tell anyone."
She covered her mouth immediately.
"Klee won't tell! Not even Master Jean!"
Jean raised a brow from the kitchen entrance. "Should I be concerned?"
"Very," I replied calmly.
Klee nodded enthusiastically.
"Big Bro Boris is super cool."
Jean walked into the kitchen and began preparing dinner.
"I'll help," I said, standing up.
"You don't have to—"
"I insist."
She gave me a look.
A small one.
The kind that said she already knew this would go badly.
Klee climbed onto the kitchen counter and began swinging her legs.
"I supervise!" she declared proudly.
I rolled up my sleeves.
Jean handed me a knife after a second of hesitation.
The kitchen was warm. The soft light made everything feel calmer. Safer.
Klee leaned forward.
"Big Bro Boris, do bad guys cook?"
"The good ones do."
"Why?"
"So they don't starve."
Jean shook her head faintly but her lips were curved upward.
"Do you have a sister?" Klee asked.
"Yes."
"Is she pretty?"
"Yes."
"Is she scary?"
"…Very."
Jean glanced at me at that.
"Does she also marry Archons?"
"Only on weekends."
Klee giggled.
I focused on chopping.
Careful.
Slow.
Not embarrassing myself in front of the Acting Grand Master of Mondstadt.
The knife slipped slightly.
Just slightly.
And—
A thin red line appeared across my thumb.
Klee gasped like the world had ended.
"YOU'RE BLEEDING!"
"It's nothing," I muttered.
Jean moved faster than I expected.
She stepped close and took my hand gently but firmly.
"Boris," she said calmly, "you insisted on helping."
"It's just a cut."
Before I could react—
She lifted my thumb.
And placed it between her lips.
My brain stopped.
Completely.
Her expression remained composed, only the faintest hint of pink on her cheeks as she cleaned the small cut properly.
I froze.
Klee leaned forward dramatically.
"Master Jean is eating Big Bro Boris!"
Jean pulled back smoothly after a second and reached for a clean cloth.
I was still frozen.
"…You—" I started.
Jean tied the cloth around my thumb carefully, eyes meeting mine.
"What?" she asked lightly.
"You didn't have to—"
"You're a 'top-secret bad guy agent,'" she replied softly. "You should at least survive vegetables."
Klee nodded very seriously. "Big Bro Boris lost to a carrot."
"I was ambushed," I said weakly.
Jean's lips curved.
And then, just to make things worse, she leaned slightly closer and said in a low teasing tone,
"Flustered?"
"I am not flustered."
"You are."
"I am not."
"You stopped breathing for a moment."
I looked away immediately.
Klee gasped again.
"MASTER JEAN HAS TO MARRY HIM NOW BECAUSE SHE FIXED HIM!"
Jean straightened, clearing her throat.
"That is not how that works, Klee."
"But—"
"No."
Klee crossed her arms.
"Hmph."
Jean stepped back slightly but her eyes lingered on me for half a second longer than necessary.
"You," she said calmly, "are banned from knives."
I obeyed and sat beside Klee on the counter.
Because for once—
Losing didn't feel so bad at all.
I sat there in mild humiliation.
A top-secret Fatui agent.
Defeated by a carrot.
Klee continued swinging her legs on the counter, staring at the bandage around my thumb like it was a war medal.
"Big Bro Boris is very brave," she concluded.
"For surviving?" I asked.
"For not crying."
"I don't cry."
Jean, who had returned to slicing vegetables with terrifying precision, replied without looking at me,
"You nearly fainted."
"I did not."
"You stared at the wall for a full ten seconds."
"I was processing."
Klee nodded wisely. "Processing is important."
I shot Jean a look.
She did not look back, but I could see the faintest curve of her lips.
The kitchen felt warmer than before.
Or maybe that was just me.
Klee leaned toward me again.
"Big Bro Boris."
"Yes?"
"If you are married to the Tsaritsa, does that mean you live in a giant ice castle?"
"Of course."
"Is there snow inside?"
"Constantly."
Jean paused slightly at that.
"And do you have servants?" Klee continued.
"Thousands."
"Do they slip on the ice?"
"Frequently."
Klee burst into laughter.
Jean finally turned slightly, giving me a look.
"You are filling her head with nonsense."
"I am educating the youth."
"On delusion."
"On imagination."
She shook her head, but she was smiling again.
It was… different.
Jean was always composed. Always restrained.
Here, in her home, with sleeves slightly rolled, hair a little looser, no armor, no duties pressing down—
She looked softer.
More real.
Klee suddenly hopped off the counter.
"I will help too!"
"No," Jean and I said at the exact same time.
Klee pouted.
"I can stir!"
Jean walked over and gently lifted her back onto the counter.
"You can supervise," she said firmly.
Klee crossed her arms.
"I am the best supervisor."
"That I believe," I muttered.
Jean resumed cooking.
I watched her hands move efficiently — controlled, steady, practiced.
"You cook often?" I asked.
"When I have time," she replied. "It helps clear the mind."
"That means not often," I said.
She glanced at me briefly.
"…Not often."
Silence settled for a moment.
Comfortable.
Strange.
Klee broke it.
"Big Bro Boris."
"Yes?"
"Do bad guys get scared?"
I paused.
Jean's knife slowed just slightly.
"Sometimes," I answered honestly.
"Of monsters?"
"Of many things."
Klee tilted her head.
"Are you scared now?"
I looked around.
Warm lights.
Soft kitchen sounds.
Jean standing a few steps away.
Klee watching me with bright, innocent eyes.
"…No," I said quietly.
Jean's gaze shifted toward me again.
Only for a second.
Dinner was finished not long after.
Jean placed the dishes on the table neatly.
Klee slid off the counter and rushed to her seat.
I moved to help carry the plates.
"You're still injured," Jean said.
"It's a scratch."
She looked at my bandaged thumb.
"…Still."
I ignored her and carried them anyway.
We sat down.
Klee immediately started talking between bites.
"Big Bro Boris, will you visit again tomorrow?"
"If I am not executed by the Tsaritsa for treason."
Jean sighed.
"Please stop telling her you are married to an Archon."
Klee gasped dramatically.
"MASTER JEAN, ARE YOU JEALOUS?"
Jean choked slightly on her drink.
"I— no— that is not— Klee!"
I stared at my plate very intensely.
Klee leaned toward Jean with narrowed eyes.
"You're red."
"I am not."
"You are."
Jean cleared her throat and regained composure at lightning speed.
"Finish your vegetables."
Klee obeyed immediately.
I smirked slightly.
Jean noticed.
"Careful," she said calmly. "You are still banned from knives."
"I am deeply wounded."
"Yes," she replied softly. "I noticed."
There was something quieter in her tone when she said that.
Dinner passed with Klee narrating her entire day in chaotic detail.
Eventually, her voice slowed.
Then softened.
Then her head began to droop.
Jean stood and gently lifted her.
"Bedtime."
"But I'm not sleeeeeepy," Klee mumbled, already half asleep.
Jean carried her upstairs.
I remained at the table, listening to the faint sound of a door closing upstairs.
A few minutes later, Jean returned.
The house felt bigger now.
Quieter.
Just the two of us.
She began gathering the plates.
"I'll help," I said again.
She didn't argue this time.
We worked in silence for a minute.
Then she spoke.
"You shouldn't joke about the Fatui so lightly."
"I wasn't joking."
She paused.
"I know."
Water ran softly in the sink.
"You're young," she continued. "You shouldn't have to live in that world."
"I don't really have a choice."
She dried her hands slowly and turned to face me.
"You always speak like that," she said quietly.
"Like what?"
"Like someone much older."
I shrugged.
"Maybe I am."
She studied me for a long moment.
Then stepped closer.
Not too close.
Just enough that I could feel her presence clearly.
"You don't have to carry everything alone," she said softly.
I looked at her.
At the seriousness in her blue eyes.
At the faint tiredness beneath them.
"You're one to talk," I replied.
A small, knowing smile appeared.
"…Perhaps."
The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that made every small sound feel louder than it should be — the ticking of a clock, the faint movement of wind outside, the soft hum of Mondstadt at night far in the distance.
Jean was still standing close.
Not close enough to be improper.
Close enough to be aware.
She folded her arms lightly, studying me with that calm, assessing look she always wore when she was thinking three steps ahead of everyone else.
"You know," she began casually, "for someone who claims to be a dangerous, married Fatui agent… you blush rather easily."
"I do not blush."
"You do."
"I don't."
She stepped half a pace closer.
Not rushed.
Not dramatic.
Controlled.
Her hand lifted.
And before I could process it, her fingers gently tapped the tip of my nose.
"You're doing it again."
I froze.
"I am not."
She tilted her head slightly.
"You're very easy to read when you're flustered."
"I am not flustered."
She hummed softly, clearly unconvinced.
"Mm. Of course."
Her hand didn't drop immediately.
Instead, her fingers slid lightly from my nose down to the bandaged thumb she had tied earlier.
She traced the edge of the cloth gently.
"You should be more careful," she said, voice lower now. "You get hurt too easily."
"It was a carrot."
"And before that?"
I didn't answer.
She noticed.
Of course she did.
Jean stepped around me slowly, not breaking the conversational tone.
"You carry yourself like you're invincible," she continued. "But you're still young."
"I'm nearly sixteen."
She stopped in front of me again.
"Oh? Nearly?" she teased lightly. "Should I prepare a celebration for when you finally grow up?"
"I am grown."
She raised a brow.
"Are you?"
Before I could reply, she reached up and adjusted my collar again — slower this time.
Her fingers brushed my neck.
Not accidental.
Definitely deliberate.
"You still look like a boy to me," she said calmly.
My brain short-circuited for the second time that night.
She noticed that too.
A faint smirk appeared.
"Speechless?"
"You're doing this on purpose."
"Doing what?"
"Whatever this is."
She leaned slightly closer — just enough that I could feel the warmth of her presence.
"Perhaps I enjoy seeing the 'top-secret bad guy agent' lose composure."
"I am perfectly composed."
She looked at me for a long moment.
Then, very gently, she reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair away from my forehead.
Her touch lingered a fraction longer than necessary.
"You really aren't," she murmured.
Silence again.
Heavy.
But not uncomfortable.
Just charged.
After a second, she stepped back — perfectly composed once more, as if nothing had happened.
She walked toward the staircase.
"It's late," she said lightly. "You should head back before the city gates close."
I exhaled slowly.
"Yeah."
She paused at the first step.
Then turned slightly, one hand resting on the railing.
"…Or," she added, tone shifting just a little — softer, slower, faintly suggestive without crossing any line — "you could stay."
I blinked.
She continued smoothly.
"The sofa is comfortable. And you did come all this way for dinner."
"That's very generous of you."
"I am known for my generosity," she replied evenly.
A small smile tugged at her lips.
"And it would save you from any… dangerous vegetables on the way home."
I narrowed my eyes.
She was enjoying this far too much.
"If I stay," I said carefully, "are there any magical defenses that will punish me for breathing incorrectly?"
She almost laughed.
"No. You're an invited guest."
She walked to a nearby cabinet and retrieved a neatly folded blanket.
As she approached, she handed it to me — but not before letting her fingers brush deliberately against my wrist.
Brief.
Controlled.
Intentional.
"Behave," she said softly.
"I always behave."
"That," she replied, already turning toward the stairs, "is what concerns me."
She began walking up.
Halfway up, she paused and looked down at me.
The warm light framed her silhouette against the wooden railing.
"Goodnight, Boris."
Her tone was calm again.
Acting Grand Master.
Composed.
But her eyes lingered just a second too long.
Then she continued up the stairs.
A door opened.
Closed.
And just like that—
I was alone in the massive Gunnhildr mansion.
Holding a blanket.
Defeated by a carrot.
And somehow—
Far more unsettled than I had been fighting Hilichurls on a cliff. .
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Somewhere Far Far Away
"Beep! Boop! Anomaly detected within the borders! Characteristics: Descender, Contradictory."
A playful feminine voice said, "Interesting.."
It was a tall beautiful white haired elf lady, dressed in a red outfit with a big witch hat adorned with a pyro vision. She looked out into the horizon, "I just hope my little Klee is safe."