Shifting from the first clash between Gallia and Toristine, we return to protagonist Sora. After Tabasa and Churuka found the forest cabin, Sora resolved not to abandon any of them — yet he didn't leave right away with the two girls.
Two days of hosting them at the hut, and Sora finally convinced Tiffany to come along.
In the clearing outside the cabin, the four eyed Tabasa's Yunlong.
"No issue with four?" Sora asked.
"Don't worry — Tabasa's familiar's tough. Might fly slower, that's all."
"Mount up."
They climbed aboard: Tabasa near the neck steering, Sora right behind her, Tiffany clutching his right hand and snuggling close, Churuka sour-faced at his rear.
Seated steady, Tabasa leaned in, whispering to Yunlong.
"To the capital."
Yunlong reared, trumpeted joyfully, beat wings — soaring smooth at fifty meters.
Tiffany's first flight: scenery blurred below, eyes wide-sparkling.
Toristine's compact; Yunlong outpaced wind dragons. Four riders plus salamander — capital by four p.m.
Heavily guarded: Yunlong sighted, arrows loosed. Tabasa wind-blasted them aside; ground soldiers guided to royal city outskirts.
"Something up? Troops tense?" Churuka puzzled.
Dismount: hundreds ringed wary.
Tabasa, Churuka flashed Academy IDs; soldiers eased — but blades trained on Sora, Tiffany.
Tiffany shrank behind Sora, hat tugged low.
"You two pass — unknowns guarded."
Tabasa, Churuka frowned. Sora's news to grunts? They don't know him.
Sora: commoner hunter garb. Low ranks no Griffin-team intimacy — unrecognizable.
"Her Majesty's sought — still doubt?" Churuka snapped.
"What! Majesty?! Can't decide — contact superior."
Squad leader left; ten-plus minutes, returned with rider.
Magician-cloaked on unicorn — Unicorn knight.
Nodded to Tabasa, Churuka.
Eyes hit Sora: puzzled, shocked, disbelieving glance at girls.
Churuka nodded.
Confirmed; knight suppressed thrill.
"Right — Majesty's man. Pass."
"Yes, lord."
Squad leader waved; troops melted cityward.
Knight advanced eager.
"Lord Sora — truly?! Captain mourned you dead — heartbroken."
"Majesty too. Haven't seen Miss Vallière — hunger strike, they say. Go quick."
Sora dazed by gushing comrade-subordinate concern.
Churuka cut in: "Oh, my man's back — that's it. Spreading news; all grieved hard."
"Louise hunger strikes — hurry, Sora," Churuka urged.
"Right." Sora nodded.
Tiffany gripped tighter, trailed.
Gate crossed: capital bustle gone. Streets sparse-hurried pedestrians; no hawkers.
Tabasa, Churuka led palace-ward.
Louise sisters' palace wing: invite-needed usually.
Guards knew Sora well. Death rumors rife; Vallière daughters suicide-hunger — common talk. Gatekeeper gaped.
"Lord Sora! Enter — for Miss Vallière?"
Knew his ties; Griffin captain queen-guard — palace rights.
Tabasa, Churuka, Tiffany followed; flank-guards eyed.
Extra beauty — unseen?
Lord Sora... Miss Vallière dying for him.
Janitors envy, eye-feast.
Main path left: grand house-near.
Lawn-tending maid glanced up — froze.
"Ghost!!" she shrieked.
"Ghost?!" "Where?!"
Drew indoor maids, nearby soldiers.
"Ghost?" "Lord Sora?!"
"Quiet — toilet duty!" Head maid quelled. Approached Sora: "Welcome back, Lord Sora."
Sora baffled.
Churuka: "Inside first — Sora to Louise, sisters."
"Yes. Lord Sora's return — ladies overjoyed."
Tabasa, Churuka unaware Sora-Éléonore-Cattleya ties — chalked sisterly worry for Louise.
Entered: women to parlor, tea served.
Tiffany fidgeted lap-ward, upstairs-glancing.
Churuka soothed: "Relax — won't ditch. Amnesiac now; not just you in head."
Tiffany blushed, head chest-deep.
Churuka — Academy bust-queen — awed: Heavens beyond...
Tabasa serene, book-flipped.
Maid led Sora to Louise's door.
Joy-tinged: "Miss Louise — visitor."
"No — said no one."
Muffled, hoarse-bitter.
"Truly? One you crave most."
Silence.
"Fake again — fool me. No more suicide; Father's folly."
Maid wry-smiled Sora-ward: "Lord Sora — you alone. Won't disturb you two."
"Huh?" Sora blinked; maid gone before hand-raise.
Blank at Louise's door, emotions swirled.
Tabasa-said: fiancée inside — loved so, suicide-hunger on death-news. Headache-braved recalls: first peach-blond fluff. Yet forgot her, Tabasa, Churuka.
Deep breath — amnesiac, no ditherer.
"Louise?"
Familiar gentle-dubious tone.
Silence.
"Me — Louise, door."
Bam-bam-bam — ceased.
Sora waited.
Mahogany cracked: peach-blond fluff, watery rounds tear-streaked, small frame quaking.
"Sora!!" Louise lunged.
Sora caught instinctively.
"Really Sora — great! Sora, missed so — Sora-Sora-Sora."
"Father said dead. Won't believe — but no word long. I-I... waaah — Sora, never leave!"
Louise sobbed heaving in arms.
Nearby maids neared curious — head maid's glare dispersed.
Eavesdrop-leaned corner: young master-miss sounds.
Embrace familiar — memory-lost, body knew: hair, eyes, nose, lips, pale-smooth skin, budding allure, soul-moans pants.
Wait — stop. Daydream curbed. Unintentional.
Now: action. Sora scooped Louise inside, door-shut.
Pre-amnesia Sora? Love-making miss-proof. Amnesiac-shy: quiet hold, listen.
Till cry-exhausted, red-swollen eyes — deep sleep.
Sora eased arm-free, bed-tucked.
Soft-stepped out: long exhale.
"Lord Sora — awaited long. Miss Éléonore yearns," sharp-browed maid blocked downstairs.
Sora blank: huh?
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