Princess's POV
The days after the festival passed… but nothing truly felt the same, Not after that night.
Not after her.
Now, as I sat on the edge of the training field bench, catching my breath, I watched Raven standing in front of us—wooden sword resting lightly in her hand, posture relaxed yet precise, like she was always ready for a fight even when she looked at ease.
"I can see improvement," she said, her voice calm but firm. "Your reaction speed is faster, your responses sharper… even your strikes carry more weight now."
A smile spread across my face despite the exhaustion. "I can feel it too… but I still have a long way to go before I reach the level I want."
"You will," she replied without hesitation. " very Soon."
Kara crossed her arms with a smirk. "Does that mean you're going to push us even harder?"
Raven nodded simply. "Yes. So be prepared."
Kara let out a dramatic sigh. "Your training is brutal… it hurts like hell—but I can't deny the results. I've improved a lot since we started."
"I'm ready for it too," I added, lifting my chin slightly.
Evanna raised her hand eagerly. "What about me? Will you be strict with my training too?"
Raven glanced at her and, for once, her expression softened into something almost gentle.
"Not yet. You're still learning the basics."
We were still talking when a soldier approached quickly and bowed before me. "My apologies for interrupting, Your Highness."
I straightened slightly. "You may rise. What is it?"
"The King has summoned you. It is an urgent meeting. The council is already gathered and waiting."
My expression shifted immediately. "Thank you. I'll head there now."
He bowed once more and left.
I turned back to Raven, a small hint of disappointment slipping into my smile. "I wanted to stay a little longer… talk to you more. I'm sorry, but I have to go."
"There's nothing to apologize for," she said calmly. "It's your duty. I was about to leave as well."
For a moment, I hesitated, Then I stepped closer carefully and slowly, Instead of grabbing her hand, I brushed my fingers lightly against hers just a touch, subtle but enough.
I felt it—the slight jolt, the way she tensed almost imperceptibly, my lips curved slightly. "Can I come to the orphanage later today?" I asked softly. "I want to see Faye… I miss her."
I leaned closer, lowering my voice just enough for only her to hear. "If you don't mind… of course."
Raven stepped back Creating distance She smiled—but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "You're always welcome, Princess. You can come whenever you like."
My smirk deepened ,I leaned in just a little more, whispering, "What's wrong, Raven? Why do you keep stepping away every time I get close?"
A pause. Then softly—"Don't tell me you're afraid I might steal another kiss."
Her smile didn't falter—but I saw it. That flicker. "You can't be trusted anymore, Princess," she said lightly. "It's better I stay cautious around you."
I laughed under my breath. "Don't worry… I won't do anything." A small pause.
A small pause. "…For now."
She took another step back. "Your father and the council are waiting. You shouldn't keep them any longer."
I tilted my head slightly. "They can wait a little. I want to talk to you more."
"You said you'd come to the orphanage later," she replied, already reaching for her sword and fastening it at her waist. "We can talk then."
She looked at me—steady, composed.
" I don't want you to be late because of me, now please go."
I sighed softly. "…Alright I'll go if that's what you want."
She smiled faintly. "I'll see you later." And just like that—She turned and left.
"Hey, Lyria."
Kara's voice snapped me out of it. I turned to her, She had that look, That knowing smirk. "What were you whispering about?"
I smiled innocently. "Nothing… just teasing her a little."
Kara laughed. "I didn't know you were the type to enjoy teasing the person you like."
I let out a quiet chuckle. "Every time I get close to her… she makes the funny expressions."
Kara raised a brow, studying me. "Look at you… you're actually happy. Even though she rejected you."
My smile softened slightly. "…I know she did." For a brief moment, something quieter settled in my chest. "But… I still believe she might open her heart one day. If we spend enough time together…"
Kara reached out and patted my shoulder gently. "You don't know what the future holds. Maybe she's not interested in love now… but people change." She smiled warmly. "And I'll always support you. I'm on your side."
I returned the smile, softer this time.
"Thank you for always standing by my side … you're more than a friend to me. You're like a sister."
She grinned. "Same here." Then she stretched lazily. "I'm going to take a bath and and I'll head to you in the meeting room."
I sighed. "Alright… I just hope the meeting doesn't take too long."
She waved as she headed off toward the upper floor.
And I turned Toward the council hall, My steps slowed slightly as I approached the doors, My mind… wasn't on the meeting, It was still with Raven…I smiled faintly to myself.
"Run as much as you want…" Then I pushed the doors open."I'll catch up to you every time."
The doors of the council chamber closed behind me with a deep, echoing sound that seemed to seal the air itself. The atmosphere inside was… heavy, Not loud or chaotic But tense—like something unseen was pressing down on every person in the room.
The long obsidian table stretched across the center, lined with the kingdom's most powerful figures—generals, advisors, nobles, and scholars. At the far end sat my father, the King, his presence alone enough to command silence.
All eyes turned to me as I stepped forward.
I straightened my posture instinctively.
"Your majesty."
"Lyria," he said, his tone calm, but there was something behind it. Something serious. "Take your seat."
I nodded and moved to my chair, Only then did I notice—No one was relaxed, The air felt… wrong.
Before my father could speak, one of the council members—a tall, sharp-faced man with streaks of grey in his hair—rose from his seat.
"Your Majesty," he began, voice firm, "before we proceed, there is another matter that demands immediate attention."
My father's gaze shifted toward him, unreadable. "Speak."
The man placed both hands on the table. "Our border patrols have reported something highly unusual." A pause…. "Large numbers of monsters have been found dead along the outer boundaries of Aurelia… from every direction."
A murmur spread through the room.
I frowned slightly.
Dead?
"Not just a few," he continued. "Dozens. Possibly hundreds. Creatures of varying ranks—some of them not easily killed."
Another council member leaned forward. "Was there evidence of a battle?"
"That's the problem," the man replied, his voice tightening. "There are no signs of large-scale conflict. No formations. No coordinated attack."
He hesitated. "…Most appear to have been killed swiftly."
Silence fell heavier.
"By what?" someone asked quietly.
No one answered.
The man looked back at the King. "This could indicate the presence of an unknown force operating near our borders. I strongly advise we launch an immediate investigation."
For a moment, my father said nothing, His fingers tapped once against the armrest of his throne, Then—"We will address that matter later."
His voice cut cleanly through the room. Controlled and final. "There is a more urgent issue at hand."
The council member hesitated… then slowly nodded and sat back down, The murmurs faded, All attention shifted back to the King.
My father reached toward the table and lifted a sealed letter. The wax insignia was unmistakable. A crest I recognized.
"Three days ago," he began, "we received this message from the Duke of Velmora."
A ripple of tension passed through the room.
Velmora, One of the most stable and strategically important cities under Aurelia's rule, For them to send a request like this…Something was very wrong.
My father broke the seal and unfolded the letter, His eyes scanned it once—twice—before he began to read aloud.
"To His Majesty, King of Aurelia,
I write to you not only as your loyal vassal or an old friend … but as a man whose city stands on the edge of fear, Velmora is no longer safe.
For weeks now, we have faced the emergence of creatures unlike any we have encountered before. These are not ordinary monsters born of the wild. They are… unnatural, Stronger. More aggressive. As if driven by something beyond instinct.
Our knights have engaged them multiple times, yet their numbers do not diminish—only grow.
Worse still…People have begun to disappear. Civilians. Guards. Even trained soldiers, No bodies are found.
No traces left behind, It is as though they are simply… taken or disappeared into the air.
The city lives in constant fear. Panic spreads with each passing night, We suspect that this is no coincidence. There are signs—subtle, but undeniable—that someone within Velmora may be responsible. That these creatures are being summoned… controlled.
I fear that one among the nobility may be attempting to seize power through means forbidden and unknown.
I do not make this accusation lightly, But I can no longer ignore what I see. I request immediate assistance from the Crown. Before this situation spirals beyond control.
— Duke Alistair of Velmora"
Silence Complete and suffocating. I felt it in my chest.
Monsters… being summoned?. Disappearances?, An internal threat?. This wasn't just a crisis. This was… something far darker.
One of the older advisors spoke first, his voice low. "If a noble truly is behind this… then this is not merely a monster problem. It is treason."
"Or worse," another added. "Forbidden magic."
A general leaned forward. "We should dispatch a full military unit immediately. Contain the city, eliminate the threat—"
"No." My father's voice cut through him firm and unyielding. "A full military deployment would create panic. And if there is indeed a traitor within Velmora's nobility, it may force them to act prematurely."
The room fell silent again. He continued, "This requires precision. Discretion." His gaze shifted toward me. "Which is why…"
I felt my heartbeat slow.
"Lyria."
I straightened instinctively.
"You will go to Velmora."
A pause rippled through the chamber. Some eyes widened and others narrowed.
"You will represent the Crown," he continued, "investigate the situation, and determine the truth behind these events."
My fingers tightened slightly against the armrest. This wasn't just a visit, this was a test a real one. Kara's gaze shifted toward me sharply—but she said nothing.
I met my father's eyes Steady. "I understand."
He nodded once. "You will not go alone. You may choose a small group you trust." A faint pause… Then, quieter— "But choose wisely."
Without knowing why—One name echoed in my mind. Raven. I stood slowly. "When do I depart?"
My father didn't hesitate.
"At dawn."
The weight of it settled fully then. No delay, No time to prepare slowly, This was urgent, real and dangerous. And yet— A small, dangerous smile touched my lips.
Velmora…
My gaze lowered slightly. Looks like we're going on a trip, Raven. Whether she liked it or not…
The meeting did not end quickly, If anything, it only grew heavier with every passing minute.
Voices rose, fell, clashed—strategies proposed, dismissed, reshaped. Generals argued for force, advisors urged caution, scholars speculated about forbidden magic and lost rituals long buried in history.
And through it all…I listened and watched and I learned.
Velmora was not just facing a simple outbreak of monsters. Patterns began to emerge as reports were discussed. The creatures appeared mostly at night.
They did not behave like wild beasts—they moved with purpose, sometimes retreating before being fully engaged, as if… controlled. Even more unsettling—The disappearances often occurred shortly after these encounters.
"Coincidence is no longer a valid explanation," one of the advisors stated firmly.
Another nodded. "If someone is summoning these creatures, then they may also be using them to abduct targets."
"Or eliminate them," a general added grimly.
Kara stood near the wall, arms crossed, silent—but I could tell she was absorbing everything just as I was.
"Then we must identify the suspect among the nobility," another council member insisted. "Interrogate them. One by one if necessary."
"That would cause unrest," someone countered. "If handled poorly, it could destabilize the entire region."
"Doing nothing will do worse."
The tension built again. Then my father spoke. And silence followed. "You will not act blindly." His voice was steady—commanding. "We are not dealing with an enemy that shows itself openly."
He leaned forward slightly.
"Until we understand what we are facing… every move must be deliberate." His gaze shifted across the table.
Then finally—The meeting began to close. Orders were assigned. Preparations discussed. Contacts in Velmora identified.
By the time the council dismissed, the sky outside the tall windows had already begun to darken. One by one, the members stood, bowed, and left the chamber. Until only a few remained.
Kara lingered near the door.
And I stayed where I was.
My father rose from his seat. For a moment, he was not just the King. He was simply… my father.
"Lyria."
I stood as well.
"Yes."
He walked toward me slowly, his expression softer now—but no less serious. "Velmora is not a simple assignment."
"I understand."
"No," he said quietly. "You understand the words. But not yet the weight behind them." A pause…. "You are walking into uncertainty. Into something we cannot yet define."
His gaze sharpened slightly. "And that is what makes it dangerous."
I held his gaze. "I won't be careless."
"I know."
There was no doubt in his voice, Only concern. "Which is why I want you to be careful. Not just strong… not just capable." He lowered his voice slightly. "But cautious."
A small silence settled between us. Then—"There is something else."
I tilted my head slightly.
"I want you to ask Raven to go with you."
For a brief moment—I blinked, not in surprise that he had not forgotten her name, but at how directly he said it.
"She is… exceptional," he continued. "From what I have seen—and what has been reported—her abilities surpass most of our knights."
He looked at me more closely. "If I know that you are under her protection… I will be at ease."
A small smile tugged at my lips. "I was planning to ask her… even if you hadn't said anything."
That earned the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. "Then I am reassured." He placed a hand briefly on my shoulder. "Return safely."
"I will."
He nodded once—then turned away, already stepping back into his role as King.
The conversation was over. But the weight of it remained.
Outside the chamber, Kara was waiting. She pushed herself off the wall as I approached, a knowing look already on her face.
"Well?" she asked.
"We leave at dawn."
Her grin sharpened. "Finally. Something interesting."
I let out a small breath. "We're going to Velmora."
Kara's expression shifted—just slightly.
"…So it's serious."
"It is."
A brief silence passed between us. Then I turned toward the exit. "Let's go."
"Where?"
I glanced at her over my shoulder, a small smile forming. "The orphanage."
Understanding dawned instantly on her face. "Oh?" Her smirk returned.
The air greeted us as we stepped outside the palace gates cool and quiet.
The distant sounds of the city had softened, the earlier festival energy long faded into a calmer rhythm.
We moved through the streets at a steady pace. I wasn't thinking about the council. Or the mission. Or the danger waiting in Velmora. My thoughts were somewhere else entirely, Raven. A small smile found its way to my lips.
Kara noticed, of course. "You're enjoying this way too much," she teased.
"Maybe."
"You're about to drag her into a dangerous mission… and you're smiling?"
I let out a quiet laugh. "She won't come because I asked."
Kara raised a brow. "No?"
I looked ahead, eyes steady. "She'll come because she chooses to." A pause…. Then softer—"But I'll make sure she does."
Kara chuckled under her breath. "You're relentless."
"I told you already." I glanced at her briefly, my smile turning just a little sharper. "I'm not giving up."
The orphanage came into view ahead, warm light spilling softly from its windows, A familiar place. A peaceful one.
And somewhere inside—Was the person I needed, The person I wanted.
I slowed slightly as we approached the door. My hand lifted—Then paused for just a second. A strange feeling settled in my chest Not doubt. Not fear. Something quieter. More real.
Then I knocked soft
Raven…My lips curved faintly. Let's see if you can run from me this time.
The soft knock echoed gently against the wooden door. For a brief moment, there was only silence… then the faint sound of footsteps approaching from inside.
The door opened. Warm light spilled out into the night.
"Ah—Princess Lyria."Sister Mary stood there, her kind face immediately brightening into a welcoming smile. "What a pleasant surprise."
I smiled back, bowing my head slightly out of habit more than necessity. "Good evening, Sister Mary. I hope I'm not interrupting."
"Not at all," she said warmly, stepping aside. "You are always welcome please come in ."
The moment I stepped inside, the atmosphere changed completely. Laughter, warmth, the faint scent of food in the air, and then—
"Lyria!"
A small voice, bright and excited.
Before I could even react, a tiny figure ran across the room and wrapped her arms around my leg . I laughed softly. "Faye…"
I bent down, gently lifting her into my arms. She clung to me immediately, her small hands gripping my clothes as if she hadn't seen me in ages.
"I missed you," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss against her cheek.
She giggled, hiding her face against my shoulder.
Kara stepped in behind me, greeting the others as the children quickly gathered around us.
They were full of energy, voices overlapping, each trying to speak at once—telling stories, asking questions, pulling at my hands, my sleeves.
I stayed with them for a while playing listened and laughed, and for those few moments Everything else faded away.
This place had a way of making the world feel… simpler, kinder , but eventually something tugged at my thoughts.
Or rather—Someone. I glanced around the room once then again, My smile softened slightly.
"…Where is Raven?" I asked, looking back toward Sister Mary. "I don't see her."
Sister Mary chuckled lightly. "She's in the kitchen. Helping Polly prepare dinner."
I blinked.
"Raven… cooking?, …I know she cooks, but is she that good at it?
"There are many things about her you still don't know," she said with a knowing smile. "She helps from time to time when she's not busy."
She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice just a little as if sharing a secret. "And between us… her cooking is very good."
Kara raised a brow behind me. "Now that I want to see."
Sister Mary smiled again. "I hope you will stay for dinner tonight. I'm certain you'll like it."
I hesitated.
"We don't want to be a burden—"
"You are not a burden," she interrupted gently, but firmly. "You are family here."
There was no refusing that tone. I exchanged a glance with Kara, She shrugged, already smiling.
"Well… if you insist."
I let out a small laugh. "Then we would be happy to stay. Thank you."
Sister Mary nodded warmly.
Before I could say anything else, I felt a small tug at my hand. I looked down.
Faye.
She had slipped her tiny hand into mine, her other hand pointing eagerly toward the hallway. "Raven… let's go to Raven."
I couldn't help but laugh.
Sister Mary shook her head, amused. "Raven told her not to enter the kitchen while she's cooking. So now she's trying to sneak in with you."
Kara chuckled under her breath. "Smart."
I squeezed Faye's hand gently. "Well… if you don't mind," I said, glancing back at Sister Mary, "can we go see her?"
"Of course," she replied with a soft smile.
That was all the permission we needed. Faye immediately began pulling me along, her small steps quick and excited as she led the way.
I followed, my fingers wrapped around hers. Each step brought us closer. Closer to the kitchen. Closer to her.
The faint sounds reached us first—The clatter of utensils. The quiet murmur of voices, And then…The smell warm and rich and comforting
I slowed just slightly as we approached the doorway. Something about this felt… different. Not like the training grounds. Not like the river. Not like the tension between us before.
This—This was something softer, Quieter. More dangerous in a completely different way.
Faye tugged my hand again impatiently. "Raven…"
I smiled faintly. "Yes…Raven." My gaze lifted toward the kitchen entrance. "…let's go see her."
The kitchen door gave way with a soft push. Warmth greeted me first. Not just from the heat of the ovens—but something deeper. Something alive.
I stepped inside slowly, Faye still holding my hand, her small fingers tugging me forward with quiet excitement. For a moment, I didn't speak.
I simply… looked.
The kitchen was larger than I expected—wide stone counters, polished from years of use, shelves lined with herbs, jars, and neatly arranged tools. Long windows stretched along the far wall, their glass catching the faint glow of light from mana stone from the garden outside.
And the smell—It wrapped around me like something familiar, something I didn't realize I had missed. At the center of it all…
Raven stood near the counter, sleeves slightly rolled, her posture relaxed in a way I rarely saw. A faint movement of her hands as she worked—precise, efficient.
She was speaking with another woman beside her. That must be Polly, I thought.
"Raven!"
Faye's voice broke the quiet, bright and full of pride. "Faye brought Lyria!"
Both of them turned.
Raven's eyes met mine—and for just a fraction of a second, I caught it.
Surprise.
"Princess Lyria?" she said, brows lifting slightly.
I smiled, stepping a little further inside. "Good evening. I hope I'm not interrupting your cooking ."
Raven straightened slightly, wiping her hands with a cloth. "Good evening… but what are you doing in the kitchen? Shouldn't you be in the living room?"
Before I could answer—Faye puffed up proudly beside me. "Faye brought Lyria to the kitchen."
I pressed my lips together, holding back a laugh.
Raven looked down at her, her expression softening immediately. "Faye… didn't I tell you not to come into the kitchen?" she said, her tone gentle but firm. "There are sharp tools here. You could hurt yourself."
Faye's shoulders drooped slightly. "But… I wanted Raven."
Raven let out a quiet breath, then reached out, resting her hand gently on Faye's head. "…Alright," she said, softer now. "But don't come in here again. Okay?"
Faye nodded quickly, her smile returning as if nothing had happened.
I watched the interaction silently. She's so different here…Not cold not distant just human.
My attention shifted as the woman beside Raven suddenly moved.
She stepped forward quickly—then dropped to one knee. "Your Highness—I sincerely apologize for my rudeness ."
I blinked in surprise.
"Please, there's no need for that," I said immediately, stepping closer. "I didn't come here in any official capacity, I'm here as Raven's friend."
I offered her a small smile. "So please, stand."
She hesitated—then slowly rose.
Raven glanced between us before speaking. "Princess Lyria, this is Polly. She works here as the cook and lives here with the children."
Then she looked at me briefly. "And Polly… this is Princess Lyria. She visits from time to time."
Polly smiled warmly now, though there was still a hint of nervousness in her eyes. "It's an honor to meet you in person, Princess."
"And I'm glad to meet you as well," I replied gently.
There was a brief pause—Then Polly turned to Raven with a knowing look. "You can go," she said, waving her hand lightly. "Dinner preparations are finished. I can handle the rest."
Her gaze flicked toward me, a small smile forming. "You have a guest."
For a moment, Raven looked like she might argue. Then she exhaled softly.
"…Alright."
Before I could react, she bent slightly and lifted Faye into her arms with ease. Faye immediately wrapped her arms around Raven's neck, settling comfortably against her.
Raven glanced toward the door.
"Let's go."
I followed beside her as we stepped out of the kitchen. The warmth lingered behind us, but something else replaced it now. Something quieter. More personal.
We walked down the hallway toward the living room. Faye rested against Raven's shoulder, completely at ease.
And Raven—She didn't seem to mind.
I walked just half a step behind her, my gaze drifting unconsciously, To the way she held Faye. To the softness in her expression. To how natural it all looked.
A faint smile touched my lips. "…You're good with her," I said quietly.
"She's easy to take care of."
I tilted my head slightly and said " she really likes you.
Raven said calmly without looking at me. "She is just a young child who lost her parents at a young age and all she needs is some attention, and she will become attached to anyone who shows her a little attention.
Then she glanced at me briefly. Our eyes met for a second—Then she looked away. "…Let's just go sit," she said.
The moment we stepped into the living room, the atmosphere shifted again—lively, loud, full of energy.
Kara was sitting comfortably on one of the sofas, leaning back like she owned the place, while a group of children surrounded her, eyes wide with excitement.
"Did you fight monsters?" one of them asked eagerly.
"How many have you killed?" another added.
They spoke over each other, voices overlapping in pure curiosity.
Kara, of course, looked absolutely delighted. With a smirk and a proud tilt of her chin, she answered, "I've killed so many I lost count a long time ago."
Gasps.
Wide eyes.
Pure admiration.
I couldn't help but smile.
Then, as we approached, one of the children noticed us and pointed."are you stronger than Raven."
Kara boasted, "Yes, I am much stronger than Raven and I can defeat her at any time."
"Raven is here!"
Suddenly, all attention shifted. They rushed toward Raven instantly, surrounding her this time.
"Is it true?"
"Are you weaker than Kara?"
"Can she really beat you?"
One small boy crossed his arms stubbornly. "That's not true. No one is stronger than Raven."
She smiled. Calm. Easy. "Kara is very strong," she said, her voice steady. "She has fought and defeated many monsters."
Kara smirked proudly.
Raven added, just slightly tilting her head, a faint smirk forming, "But I'm much stronger than her."
For a split second, Kara's expression froze.
Then the children exploded with excitement.
"I knew it!"
"Raven is the strongest!"
"No one can beat Raven!"
Their laughter filled the room. Raven simply smiled at them. "Alright," she said, her tone softening. "Go play until dinner is ready."
They scattered immediately, running off with renewed energy. The room quieted—just a little.
Raven's gaze shifted down to Faye, who was still clinging stubbornly to her clothes. "Why don't you go play with them too?" she asked gently.
Faye shook her head instantly, tightening her grip. "No. Faye stays with Raven."
Raven sighed softly—but there was no real resistance in it. She walked over and sat beside Kara, placing Faye carefully between them.
Faye didn't let go. Not even for a second.
I took a seat across from them, watching quietly.
She really won't leave her…
Raven leaned back slightly, her posture relaxed again. "I thought you wouldn't come today," she said, glancing at me. "It's already late."
I nodded lightly. "The meeting took longer than expected." A small pause. "I also thought it might be rude to come this late," I admitted. "But…"
My gaze softened slightly. "I needed to speak with you."
Raven's brow lifted slightly. "…Something important?" she asked.
"Yes."
"I couldn't wait until tomorrow."
For a moment, she studied me, Then she leaned back a little more, her expression shifting—more serious now. "…That doesn't sound like you," she said quietly. "Alright. What is it?"
The room felt quieter suddenly.
Even Kara's attention shifted fully toward me.
I took a small breath. Then I told her everything. The letter from Duke Alistair. The unnatural monsters. The disappearances of countless people. The suspicion of someone among the nobility. The fear spreading through Velmora.
And finally—"My father has assigned this mission to me."
Silence followed Raven didn't interrupt once, She just listened Carefully.
I continued, "The King is unable to leave the capital right now… so I will be leading the investigation."
I glanced back at Raven. "I'll be taking a small group. No more than twelve people." My fingers rested lightly against my lap. "People I trust."
A pause.
Then I met her eyes directly. "And I want you to come with me."
Faye shifted slightly between them, but Raven didn't move didn't speak.
So I continued—more quietly now. "I'm not asking you as a princess." My voice softened. "I'm asking you as your friend and as the person I trust most."
A small silence settled between us, The kind that felt heavier than words. I held her gaze waiting, not commanding, not expecting, just… hoping.
Raven didn't answer me immediately.
The room, which had been warm and lively just moments ago, seemed to settle into a quiet stillness. Even the faint sounds of children playing in the distance felt… far away.
She sat there, one arm resting lightly behind Faye, her gaze lowered—not avoiding me, but not meeting my eyes either.
Thinking.
Then finally—"…I appreciate your trust," she said calmly. "But I can't go with you."
I blinked. "…What?, why?."
Her tone didn't change calm and quiet . "I have responsibilities here," she continued. "The orphanage… the children." Her hand moved absently, smoothing Faye's hair.
"And I still train with my master and From what you described, this mission won't be short." She finally looked at me. "I can't leave this place for that long."
For a moment, I didn't know what to say. I had expected hesitation not refusal.
"…Is that the only reason?" I asked quietly.
"It's enough."
Before I could respond—
"Raven."
Sister Mary's voice was gentle, but firm.
We all turned.
She stepped forward slowly, her expression soft but certain. "My child… you don't need to worry about us , We've managed before. And we will manage again."
There was warmth in her voice—but also something deeper, Understanding.
"You don't have to worry about us , You don't have to put your life on hold for us."
Silence followed. Raven didn't argue, But she didn't agree either.
I exhaled softly and leaned forward slightly, resting my hands together. "…There's something else."
Raven glanced at me again.
I smiled—just a little. "Whoever is behind this… they're using forbidden magic."
That got her attention Subtle but clear.
"They're summoning creatures that shouldn't exist. Dangerous ones." I tilted my head slightly, my voice lowering just enough— "It won't be like the monsters you usually face."
A pause.
Then, softly—"You won't have to hold back."
The air shifted, Just slightly, I saw it that flicker in her eyes Interest and Curiosity.
She didn't speak.
So Kara leaned forward with a grin. "Think about it," she said, clearly enjoying this. "Stronger monsters than anything you've fought before."She crossed her arms. "New abilities. Strange powers."
Her grin widened. "Imagine what you could copy."
Raven exhaled slowly Then A faint smile appeared But it didn't reach her eyes. "…Are you seriously trying to tempt me with monsters?"
Kara laughed. "Seems like it's working."
I smiled softly. "Sorry for the method," I said. "But we really do want you to come."
There was no teasing in my voice now, Just honesty.
Raven looked at me for a long moment, Then she leaned back slightly. "…You're not wrong.
"Facing stronger opponents… gaining new abilities…" Her gaze drifted slightly, thoughtful. "…It's a good opportunity."
I didn't interrupt her ,didn't push. Just waited.
Then—She looked at me again. "…Alright."
A pause.
"I'll go with you."
"Really?"
She nodded once. "When do we leave?"
Kara answered immediately, energized. "Tomorrow morning."
Raven nodded again.
Before anything else could be said—
Faye, She pulled gently at Raven's shirt, looking up at her with wide eyes. "Raven leaving…?"
Raven's expression softened instantly.
"Yes," she said quietly. "For work Just for a few days."
Faye hesitated Then, in a small voice—"Can Faye come too?"
Raven's hand moved to her head, gently brushing her hair. "No," she said softly. "It will be dangerous."
Faye's face fell. "But… Faye wants to go with Raven…" Her voice trembled slightly. "I don't want to be alone again…"
Raven didn't hesitate. She smiled—soft, reassuring. "You won't be alone ever again." Her voice was gentle. "I promise."
She tapped Faye lightly on the forehead. "And next time… I'll take you with me."
That seemed to be enough. Faye nodded slowly, a small smile returning.
Raven stood then, adjusting her sleeve slightly. "I left something in the oven. I'll be back." She glanced at Faye. "Stay here."
Faye nodded again.
Raven left the room quietly, The moment she was gone—I looked down at Faye, smiling softly. "…You really like Raven, don't you?"
Faye's face lit up instantly. "Yes!" She nodded eagerly. "Faye loves Raven!"
I chuckled quietly.
Then she added, with complete certainty—"Raven is Faye's mama."
I froze.
"…Mama?"
Faye nodded proudly. "She won't leave me again."
The words lingered. Something about them felt… Off.
I looked at Sister Mary.
"…What does she mean?"
Sister Mary's expression changed. Her hand rose gently to her mouth. "Oh… my poor little girl…"
"What happened?" I asked quietly.
She sighed. "…Faye came to us about six months ago, She lived with her parents. They were hunters.
A pause.
Then softer—"One day… they entered a dungeon." Her voice lowered. "…And they never came back."
Silence filled the room heavy and painful.
"…She waited," Sister Mary continued. "For days. Weeks in sadness believing that her parents had left her alone."
My hands tightened slightly in my lap.
"And when she came to the orphanage and saw Raven …"
I looked at Faye She was smiling Playing with the edge of her sleeve As if none of it existed.
Sister Mary spoke again, quieter now. " I think Raven looks like her mother, so Fay believes Raven is her mother…. …So she clings to her."
That made sense too much sense, No one spoke after that We just… watched her.
And then—Footsteps. Raven returned. The moment Faye saw her, she ran Straight into her Wrapping her arms tightly around her leg, Smiling again. As if nothing had ever been wrong.
Raven didn't question it. She simply bent down, lifting her into her arms.
"…Dinner is ready."
And just like that—The moment passed, But it didn't leave me, Not completely.
As we all stood and began walking toward the dining room…The dining hall felt warmer than any place, Not because of the lanterns and mana stone hung along the wooden beams…
not because of the long tables filled with food…
but because of them.
Children's laughter echoed without restraint, chairs scraped, someone argued loudly over a piece of roasted meat, and somewhere in the middle of it all—Raven sat beside me as if she belonged here more than anywhere else in the world.
And somehow… that made my chest ache.
We had all gathered around one of the long wooden tables. The surface was covered in dishes—far more than I had expected in a place like this.
Roasted meats glazed in herbs, stews rich with spices I couldn't name, freshly baked bread still warm, small plates of sweets, and dishes I had never seen before.
I blinked in surprise.
"I… have never eaten anything like this before."
It slipped out of me honestly.
Across the table, the woman from the kitchen—Polly—smiled proudly, wiping her hands on her apron.
"That's because Raven made most of it , she's really good at cooking ," she said warmly. "I only helped a little."
I turned immediately toward Raven.
She didn't look at me, Instead, she casually tore a piece of bread, as if the statement meant nothing. "It's just food," she said flatly.
Just food? I stared at the table again. No… this wasn't just food, this is a masterpiece. This was care. Effort. Warmth.
Between us sat Fay, swinging her small legs happily as she tried to eat and talk at the same time.
"Raven! Look! I can do it myself!"
"You're making a mess," Raven replied without even glancing—yet her hand moved instinctively, steadying Fay's plate before it tipped.
"…but good job."
Fay beamed.
I couldn't help but smile.
Across from us, Kara was already halfway through her second plate.
"Okay, I take it back," she said, pointing her fork dramatically. "Raven, if hunting ever fails, you can open a restaurant and become rich."
Raven raised an eyebrow.
"Sounds exhausting."
I leaned slightly toward Raven, lowering my voice. "You never told me you could cook like this."
She shrugged. "There are many things I don't tell you, Princess."
Her tone was neutral. But I caught it. That slight distance again. That invisible wall she kept rebuilding every time I stepped closer.
The meal continued with laughter and noise.
Children talked over each other, sharing stories, arguing, giggling. Fay insisted on feeding Raven at one point, which Raven allowed—with visible reluctance—but she didn't stop her.
And I watched. Every small movement. Every quiet reaction. This version of Raven…Soft. Gentle. Present.
It was real. I knew it was.
And yet—She refused to let me near it.
After we finished, the children were ushered away, some sleepy, some still full of energy. We moved back into the living room, settling into the worn but comfortable furniture.
Fay immediately curled against Raven again, holding onto her sleeve as if letting go would make her disappear.
I sat across from them.
Kara stretched lazily before speaking. "By the way… I didn't see Rin or Lira today. Aren't they usually here?"
Raven leaned back slightly. "They were assigned to border patrol."
Kara frowned.
"Border patrol? Why?"
Raven shook her head. "I wasn't told the details, They just said there were strange movements happening on the border."
Something about that answer felt… incomplete, So I spoke. "I think it's related to the reports we received."
Both of them looked at me. I continued, more serious now. "There have been multiple cases of monsters found dead along the borders… in every direction. Large numbers. No clear cause."
Kara's eyes widened slightly.
"Oh—yeah. I heard something like that too. Whole groups of monsters wiped out… and no one knows by who."
She leaned forward, intrigued. "Hey, Raven… who do you think could do something like that?"
For a brief moment—Raven's expression stilled. Not confusion. Not curiosity. "I don't know," she said calmly. "This is the first time I'm hearing about it."
I watched her carefully. That wasn't entirely true. Or… at least… it didn't feel like it.
Kara leaned back again, muttering. "That's seriously strange…"
The room fell quieter for a moment. A subtle shift in atmosphere. Something unseen… but present.
Then Raven stood. " I'll get some tea."She didn't wait for a response, Just turned and walked toward the kitchen.
I followed her with my eyes. That same thought returning again—She was hiding something.
Fay shifted beside her empty space, looking toward the kitchen. "…Raven will come back, right?"
I smiled softly at her.
"She will."
But my gaze lingered toward the doorway.
The moment Raven disappeared into the kitchen, the warmth she left behind seemed to linger in the air—soft, quiet, but noticeable enough that I found myself staring after her a second longer than I should have.
Kara leaned closer to me, lowering her voice just slightly. "It's strange," she murmured, glancing toward the doorway Raven had gone through. "She didn't seem interested in that topic at all."
I exhaled quietly, my gaze drifting to the empty teacups on the table before us.
"No… not uninterested," I said softly. "She was avoiding it. There's a difference."
Kara's brows knit together. "Avoiding it?" she repeated. "Do you think she's hiding something?"
I hesitated.
That question… it lingered somewhere uncomfortable.
"I don't know," I admitted after a moment. "Raven doesn't talk about herself. Not really. Not to anyone." My fingers traced the edge of the table absentmindedly. "So even if she is hiding something… it's not like we'd notice easily."
Kara studied me for a second, then gave a small hum. "That makes things complicated."
"It already is," I whispered, more to myself than to her.
Before the conversation could drift further, the soft sound of footsteps returned, followed by the gentle creak of the door.
Raven stepped back into the room.
In her hands was a tray—delicate cups of tea releasing soft curls of steam, and beside them, a small plate holding something that immediately caught my attention.
She placed the tray down calmly, as if she hadn't just interrupted a conversation about her.
"Try this," she said simply, sliding a plate toward me.
My eyes widened slightly.
It was a small cake—perfectly shaped like a dome, its surface smooth and glossy, coated in a thin layer of dark chocolate that reflected the light like polished glass.
For a moment, I just stared at it.
Carefully, I picked up a fork and pressed it into the surface.
The moment the metal broke through the shell, warm molten chocolate spilled out from the center, slow and rich, like liquid silk.
"Oh…" I breathed without thinking.
Raven crossed her arms lightly, watching me with a raised brow. "Go on."
I didn't need to be told twice. I cut a small piece, making sure to catch both the soft cake and the flowing chocolate, then brought it to my lips.
The moment it touched my tongue—
My world stopped. My eyes widened.
The chocolate was warm, smooth, not overly sweet, not bitter—perfectly balanced. The cake itself was impossibly soft, light yet rich, carrying flavors I couldn't even begin to name.
I didn't speak.
I couldn't.
For a few seconds, I just… existed in that taste.
Raven's expression shifted slightly, something uncertain flickering across her face.
"…Sorry if you don't like it," she said, almost casually. "It's my first time trying this recipe."
I immediately shook my head, almost too quickly.
"No," I said, my voice firm despite the softness in it. "I just… I don't even know how to describe it." I looked up at her, completely honest. "I've never tasted anything like this before."
For a brief moment—just a moment—something warm flickered in her eyes, Then she laughed quietly. "I'm glad you like it."
She placed more plates in front of Kara and the others.
From beside her, Fay's small voice piped up, curious and slightly offended. "Where is my cake? I want cake too."
Raven glanced down at her and shook her head lightly. "Sweets at night aren't good for you," she said. "So I made something lighter."
She set a small bowl in front of Fay. Inside were three small scoops—one red, one white, one dark.
Fay blinked at them. "What is this?"
"Ice cream," Raven replied simply. "Cold, light, and sweet." She tilted her head slightly. "Want me to feed you?"
Fay nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling.
Raven sat beside her, picking up a spoon and offering her the first bite.
Fay giggled the moment it touched her tongue. "It's cold! And yummy! The red one tastes like strawberries!"
Raven smiled faintly, brushing her hair gently.
"Strawberry, milk, and chocolate," she explained softly.
There was something about the way Raven's hand rested so naturally on Fay's head… the way Fay leaned into her without hesitation…
It stirred something warm in my chest. When I finished my cake, I leaned forward slightly, resting my chin on my hand.
"Hey, Raven," I said, unable to stop the small smile forming on my lips. "Can I try the ice cream too?"
She glanced at me, then without hesitation slid her own untouched bowl toward me.
"You can have this one," she said. "I don't like sweets."
I blinked. "Can I ?" I asked, surprised.
She nodded her head lightly.
I took the spoon anyway. The cold sweetness melted instantly, refreshing and light, completely different from the rich warmth of the cake.
"It's good," I said, smiling. "Really good."
Kara let out a low whistle from across the table.
"You should seriously consider quitting hunting and opening a restaurant," she said with a grin. "I'd be your most loyal customer."
Raven huffed quietly, amused.
"Thanks," she said, "but I like being a hunter."
Of course you do, I thought. Because nothing about you is simple.
The room slowly filled with laughter again—soft conversations, children's voices, warmth that wrapped around us like a blanket.
Time slipped by without anyone noticing.
Until—
Kara suddenly straightened. "…We should go," she said, glancing toward the window. "It's getting late."
The realization hit me all at once. Late… already? I looked at Raven instinctively. For a brief moment, neither of us spoke.
Then she stood. "I'll walk you to your carriage," she said simply.
My heart… reacted before I could stop it. And as I rose to my feet, I realized something unsettling—I didn't want this night to end.
I glanced at Raven.
"Really… you don't have to walk us," I said softly, a small smile tugging at my lips. "The carriage is close."
"I know," she replied simply. "I still want to."
Before I could answer, Fay's small voice cut in, fragile and hesitant.
"Are you… leaving?"
I looked down at her and felt something in my chest tighten. I knelt in front of her, smoothing her hair gently. "Yes," I said softly. "But I'll come visit you again. Very soon."
Her eyes shifted immediately to Raven, searching for reassurance—fear flickering across her tiny face like a shadow.
Raven noticed too. She placed a hand on Fay's head, her touch gentle in a way that still surprised me every time. "She'll come back," Raven said, her voice quieter than usual. "So don't be sad."
Fay nodded, though reluctantly, and gave a small wave.
We said our goodbyes, and then we left.
The night had settled gently over the city, wrapping everything in a quiet, silver-blue stillness as we stepped out of the orphanage.
A soft breeze brushed past us, carrying the faint scent of earth and distant lantern smoke. Behind us, the warm glow of the orphanage windows flickered like a safe haven in the dark. Ahead… only the quiet road leading back to the palace.
The moment we stepped away, the world felt… different and Quieter. The lively warmth of the orphanage faded behind us, replaced by the hush of the night. Leaves rustled softly overhead, and the distant sounds of the city seemed far away, like a memory rather than something real.
Kara walked a few steps ahead of us in silence, purposefully, I almost smiled, she was giving us space.
Raven walked beside me, close enough that I could feel her presence… but still somehow distant. That contradiction again. Always close. Always just out of reach.
I took a small breath. "Hey, Raven."
She glanced at me briefly. "Hm?"
I hesitated—just for a second. "You're really coming with me tomorrow… right?"
She looked at me for a few seconds. Long enough to make my heart tighten. "Yeah," she said at last. "I told you already."
I let out a small laugh, more relieved than I wanted to admit. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't change your mind."
"I said I'll come," she replied, a faint smile touching her lips. "I won't change it."
That was enough. More than enough. I smiled and stepped a little closer to her as we walked.
"Hey, Raven."
"Hm?"
"Thank you… for today."
"You already thanked me."
"I know," I said softly. "But I want to say it again."
She didn't respond immediately, so I continued.
"I really enjoyed today. The food… the cake… the ice cream… the children everything." I glanced at her, smiling. "And being with you."
Her gaze stayed forward, but I didn't miss the slight shift in her expression.
"If you don't mind," I added lightly, "can I come again?"
"You can," she said simply.
I moved just a little closer. "Will you cook for me again?"
"Sure. Why not."
"And the cake?" I pressed. "And the ice cream?"
She let out a quiet breath, almost amused.
"I'll make something even better," she said. "But only if you actually give an honest opinion."
I laughed softly. "Deal. I'll be your official taste tester."
"Then it's settled."
By the time we reached the carriage, Kara was already waiting. She stood by the door… watching us, Or rather—watching me.
I glanced at her.
She raised an eyebrow slightly.
I didn't say anything. I didn't need to.
She understood. With a small, knowing smirk, she opened the carriage door and stepped inside—leaving me alone with Raven.
Just like that. I turned back to Raven.
She looked at me calmly, as if nothing unusual was happening. "You have a long day tomorrow," she said. "Get some rest."
"I will," I replied. "You too."
She nodded with a smile.
A brief silence settled between us. Soft and Fragile.
I stepped closer. Close enough to feel the warmth of her presence.
Then—I rose slightly on my toes. And kissed her cheek.
Quick.
Light.
But very, very intentional.
"Good night," I said, my voice softer than before, a faint blush creeping onto my face.
Raven froze Completely. Her eyes widened—just for a second.
That second was enough. I couldn't stop myself. I laughed and Before she could recover, I turned and ran toward the carriage, my heart racing wildly in my chest.
I climbed inside quickly and looked back at her, unable to hide my smile.
"See you tomorrow, Raven," I said, my voice warm, teasing. "Sweet dreams."
She was still standing there. Still processing. Still caught off guard.
The carriage began to move. Slowly at first… then faster. And as the distance between us grew, I leaned back against the seat, my fingers brushing lightly against my lips.
My heart wouldn't calm down. Not even a little.
Tomorrow…We would leave together. And somehow—I had a feeling…That everything was about to change.