[Pénitencier Brochard, Martinnois, Foranea, 2:49 AM, 23rd of Umbral-Tide/Darktide, Year 426]

A phooka police inspector sniffed harder with his nose in his wolf form which the obnoxious smell of blood was lingering all over the place. There were scattered bodies of deceased guards and prisoners. He and the policemen were still investigating the aftermath of the sudden crime scene. The townspeople had no idea who was responsible for the sudden prison genocide. The two Aldernian men, a human detective and an elf journalist were with them to get more answers. A rat scurried around the scene unconcerned as it foraged around the various litter. Its pitter-patter like footsteps went echoing in the odd silence of the scene.

" Bloody hell, who could have done such a thing like this? " the elven journalist Neil Carter seriously asked and wrote what he saw into his notebook.

" More like we have a serial killer who committed the prison break, " Shemlock replied and examined the mutilated body of a prisoner.

" Is it related to the underground goons which Mr. Barbier mentioned yesterday? "

" Perhaps. "

Inspector Tier Sauveterre in his canid form howled everyone, calling attention which he found a deceased chief prison warden with an appearance of late sixties. Shemlock gestured Neil to come over while the forensics joined. Some remained documenting and gathering evidences. Tier kept howling and growling as everyone came to the scene. Then, he shapeshifted into his humanoid form.

A late thirties human male with a brown messy hair and his frame was slindly, but of average height. His eyes had a rare condition where one has a different color than the other. One right eye was blue and the other green. He had a small goatee. His shoes were cheap leather and a hand me down pants. His shirt was covered by a sweater vest. The badge and ID was in his pants pocket, enscribed as Lt. Liere Costa. He started prepping his camera as he put on his white gloves. He walked around the scene checking evidence in the area.

" Costa, Everyone, " Tier called out, pointing the deceased chief warden." You might see leads to the genocide. "

Liere follwed the others and went to Tier over to the body. As he took pictures of the recently deceased chief, he noticed some kind of mark on the chief's neck.

" Do you know this man, sir? " Neil asked Liere.

" I guess so. Can we shift zee body? " Liere responded. " The chief was in charge for only the past 5 years. I want to check that odd mark. I believe I've seen it on my last police photo shoot. "

" His name is Alphonse Mercier, chief prison warden." Tier replied and turned to Liere. " Mercier served the police for three decades before he transferred to the penitentiary. "

" Were any high profile criminals kept at this location? " the brunette police lieutenant asked in a concerned tone.

Shemlock looked at the file, read the profile of Barabbas Crawford, and replied, " Perhaps, an Elandric war veteran with a reputation for murder and rape. Definitely, he doesn't belong to Admiral Mason's idiotic minions terrorising people in Darsan for oil. "

" Right. Thank you, monsieur Holmes, " Liere nodded at the Aldernian detective and took pictures of other stuff at the scene: a tossed furniture, a broken chair and a busted key ring all with numbered cards by them.

Tier intently looked at Shemlock and asked, " So, he could be a possible suspect? "

" More like he will be our target list, inspector. "

Liere took pictures of a couple of cells in one and noticed a black tiny paper like object wedged in the corner. He reached down with a pair of pliers and a plastic baggie. He grabbed the object and placed it in the baggie noticing it to be a match book. Then, Liere examined it closely. It was familiar, but only sort of. The match book had a picture of a cigar with batwings wearing a bow tie. Just then, he also found Mercier's collection of books about the Divine War and Fall of Yddrassin Empire. Then, he noticed some files of underground criminal syndicates in Foranea.

" Yes, quite an odd collection. Zee criminal mind is often fascinating, " Liere thought deeply and spoke. " The match book is from a club in Monoceros Keep that has been closed for years it's not important. These files and book selection worries me."

" Costa, can you hand it to me? " Tier asked.

" Sure, " Liere eplied handing it over. On the back of the matchbook was the sentence password ritzerland. The files were oddly detailed.

Tier kept flipped the pages and intently read the files. None of them was related to the most recent crime scene. Some of them were linked to the corrupted Foranean politicians who were Chegarian sympathizers. Some of them related to the Aulian mafia. Then, there were not so big-time gangsters in Monoceros Keep and other towns.

" Still no, clue? " Shemlock asked the phooka police officer.

" Nothing, " Tier heavily sighed.

" Mates..." Neil called their attention and saw red blood writings in Neo Ydrassi on the wall. " Will you take a closer look, here? "

DEATH TO THE OURANISTS! LORD MILO WILL PREVAIL!
HAIL TO THE UMBRAL HOSTS!
FORANEA WILL BE THE FIRST NATION TO FALL BEFORE THE ENTIRE NATIONS AND THE CHILDREN OF ILIAD WILL SUFFER!

" Sacré Bleu..." Tier muttered in shock.

" Like Barbier mentioned, it's a case of the Underground Goons. " Shemlock answered and intently read the blood messages. " This is the one that we are looking for. "

The Aldernian elven journalist wrote the blood message from the wall on his notebook. Liere looked puzzled at it and took a photograph on it.

" Still got any clues for this one? " Neil asked the operatives.

" It's clearly stated as Umbral, " Shemlock instantly answered.

" But where can we find them? "

Tier looked at Neil and turned to his fellow operatives, " Costa, Monsieur Homes. You two are mages. Try to cast your spells to scan what had transpired. "

Liere and Shemlock heard the phooka police inspector, nodded in unison, and shared glances as they knew what to do. The brunette lieutenant instantly and loudly clapped both of his hands, casting a spell which it turned out to be an ultraviolet light. Liere focused in scanning the floor and noticed traces of blood footprints. Then, he turned to Shemlock and said, " Monsieur Homes, I'll continue scanning the blood footprint trail. It's your turn to summon a spell. "

" Let's see what I can do, " the Aldernian detective smirked and summoned a spell by simply snapping his fingers. A pack of scurrying grey rats had converged together like a human army queued in line. Tier and Neil exchanged glances which they found him unusual. Liere grinned at the detective and understood what he was doing.

" Amnon would be very furious at me when he finds out of this one in my visit with him, " Shemlock intently grinned and deeply thought. Then, he started 'talking' like them and seemed interrogating like witnesses to the crime scene. The rats unruly responded at the question which they couldn't contain themselves one at a time.

" Bloody hell, this is getting nonsense, " Neil uttered in dismay and facepalmed.

" Just observe, monsieur Carter, " Tier reminded. " We have to trust him. "

Shemlock kept fidgeting his right fingers and listened when a smaller and younger female rat closely dashed to the human detective. The other rats turned their attention to their fellow. The little one kept squeaking which she was too quick to respond. She sounded like a hastened Morse code message. Shemlock nodded and made some series of follow-up questions to her. She tremblingly replied in a loud shrilling squeak as Tier, Neil, Liere, and the other field investigators winced and covered their ears. They found her too deafening. Shemlock felt tingling at the sound and nervously grinned, reminding the little one to calm down and not to respond that way. He thanked the pack of rats and asked them to return to their positions.

" What did they tell you, monsieur Homes? " Tier curiously asked the Aldernian detective.

" They witnessed what had transpired this morning and mentioned of a male brunette human talking to a mysterious hooded man, " Shemlock responded. " One of them had seen the mysterious man casted a spell to let the suspect escape. The suspect had morphed into a monstrous abomination and used his swarming flesh and tendrils to start his killing spree and leave every prisoner and warden dead. "

" That explains of the blood footprints on the floor, " Liere chimed in from a distance and went to the direction where it was leading to a team of forensics experts who examined the mass of bodies and covered them with white blankets. Then, Shemlock gestured Tier and Neil to come to the lieutenant.

" Right, " the Aldernian Detective nodded and looked at his companions. " Tier, I need to bring Barbier for further interrogation, perhaps he has clients related to the chief warden or anyone here. Neil, write this incident as the most important headline as a newspaper cover story. Liere, continue taking photos of the crime scene. "

" Yes, sir, " Neil nodded at his fellow Aldernian.

" Oui, monsieur Homes, I need to a picture of those bodies individually, " Liere pointed at the corpses.

" Homes, I have to ask you about the brunette man whom you mentioned, " Tier looked at Shemlock, held the files from the late warden, and opened, browsing the pages and ending it to the Elandric murderer. " Does that ring a bell to you? Barabbas Crawford? "

The Aldernian human detective squinted his eyes and reviewed the suspect's profile, recalling his numerous crimes committed and the most recent one. He remembered how the little female rat knew of the man's sudden escape and genocide.

" Inspector, I need to join your interrogation with Barbier, " he replied.

" Why? " Tier curiously asked. " You're not supposed to meddle with..."

" I need to gather the pieces of the conflict of Dr. Montmartre's clinic and this current prison break. Perhaps, that crazy dwarven man is useful to open another can of worms and spill such information about the Umbrals and the connections of the two unfortunate events. Crawford might be joining them. "

[Département de police du Donjon de Monoceros: 10:20 AM, 23rd of Umbral-Tide/Darktide, Year 426]

The long haired blonde dwarven man looked too puzzled in seeing the images of the prison break aftermath in the town of Martinnois. He scratched his beard, squinted his eyes, and cocked his eyebrows. Tier and Shemlock waited for him to speak up as Liere, Neil, and the officers were observing them from the window.

" Can you tell us about the images, Mr. Barbier? " Shemlock asked.

" Too much bloody skirmish..." the dwarven barber sadly spoke and heavily sighed. " I have seen and heard so much same bloodshed throughout Iliad. "

" What do you mean? " Tier cocked his eyebrows and crossed his arms.

" MilomadeadvancesagainsttheHeavenlyKingdom HumansandArcaneStretchraceswagedwars! YddrassinEmpirefailed! " Azazel raised his voice and again hastened his speech. " DivinewarswentalloverIliad! Chegariansareeverywhere! "

" Woah, woah, woah, monsieur Barbier! We are not talking about Iliad's history! " the phooka police officer loudly raised his voice and gained the dwarven's mind. " We are talking about the prison break and genocide here aside from Dr. Montmartre's clinic trouble! Oh for Heavens' sakes, snap out of it! "

Shemlock slowly turned his head to Tier and then to Azazel, letting out a deep sigh. Azazel remained speehless and became nervous at the Inspector's sudden rage. The Aldernian detective clasped his both hands and deeply thought. Then, he crossed his eyebrows and tried to deceipher the dwarven man's words. Tier took a glass of water to hydrate and pacify himself.

" Tier, I don't want to discredit Azazel's statements even he sounded quickly gibberish, " Shemlock seriously spoke. " I am getting the sense from the first statement, ' Milo made advances against the Heavenly Kingdom. ' "

" But it doesn't make any...." Tier paused.

"...Sense? I'm having a theory that 'Underground Goons' are following their evil overlord's exploits in the past..."

" See! " Azazel smiled intently and proudly scoffed. " EvenShemlockHomesagreeswithme! "

" But we need further confirmation of these evidences before we can find any connections " Shemlock sternly reminded.

" Oh, okay..." the dwarven barber spoke, nodded no furiously, and examined the photos. " Hmmm..."

Tier and Shemlock waited for him to deceipher further. Azazel examined again the photos and kept snapping his fingers if he could find something familiar. He intently smiled and looked at the two sleuths.

" Aha! " the blonde dwarven happily exclaimed and loudly slammed the table with his fists when the two got startled. The pictures and papers slightly jumped on the table. " Thisbloodmessageisdonebyaserialkiller! Thisisbloodmagic! "

" Right, " Tier nodded and tried to comprehend the dwarven man's statements. " Anything else? "

" Let's see...." Azazel scratched his beard and took another picture, looking at the images of deceased prisoners and wardens. " GenocideBloodandbodysacrificesSerialkiller...."

" Blood sacrifice, " the phooka police inspector muttered and deduced. " The suspect is indeed an Umbral. Do you think he is related to Dr. Montmartre's clinic hostage taker? "

" Idontknow. Perhaps, " he shrugged. " AllIknowistheundergroundgoonsworshiptheUmbralSpheres!"

" Umbral Spheres? "

" UmbralsSpheresofWrathGreedDespairAgonyApathy! "

" Underground goons, you mean Umbral Cults who worship them? " Shemlock surmised.

" Yes!Yes!Yes! " Azazel replied.

" Do you think the genocidal killer and the clinic hostage taker belong to that group? " Tier reiterated the question.

" Yes!Yes!Yes! "

The phooka police inspector handed him a file of Barry Crawford and a sketch of the Dr. Montmartre's intruder. Azazel took them and began to read Crawford's file first. He carefully skimmed the details and checked facial sketch in his profile. Then, he checked the image of the man who intruded the clinic a few days ago. Tier and Shemlock waited for the dwarven man to speak up and shared glances.

" CrawfordandDupontarenotrelatedtoeachother, " he spoke hastenedly. " Crawfordisaserialkillerandrapistfortwodecades."

" Oh, right. " Tier nodded, trying to comprehend.

"CrawfordhasslainedseveralmenandwomeninallracessincetheAgeofFeudalism! HemurderedsomepeopleinElandris!"

" Is this after his Army days? " Shemlock asked.

" Yes!Yes!Yes! " Azazel affirmed. " Hebustedoutofhiscountry!
HehadtravelledtoForaneaandcontinuedhiskillingspree! "

" Where did you get this information about him? " Tier curiously queried.

" Frommycustomerfromhisfriendandhisfriend!Thentheygotit
fromanotherfriendandhisfriends.Theygotfriendsfromprison! "

" Pénitencier Brochard..." Tier deduced and turned to Shemlock. " Shemlock, he must be the prisoner who committed genocide. "

" Now, we need to find him, but where? "

" Youcopswannaknowheretheundergroundgoonsare? " Azazel interjected.

" Yeah, But how about the intruder from Dr. Montmartre's clinic? "

" Henri Dupont? " the dwarven man mentioned the other suspect's name. " Oh, okay. Dupontismadhostagetaker!
LikeCrawford,butkidnapperandkiller! Hebelongstothemand
huntsDocMontmartre. "

" Why is he hunting Docteur Montmartre? " Tier asked curiously.

" HesanouranistandoneofthepowerfulmagesinOdyssea..."

" Odyssea Academy..." Shemlock continued the phrase and deeply thought to himself. " The Umbrals must have been observing him ever since his father had passed away upto his employment there and his contractor's guild involvement. I wonder why they kept bantering him. "

" How did you get all the information? " Tier asked curiously.

" Igotallinformationfromreliablesources! " Azazel winked and proudly grinned." Ifyouwanttoknowmoregotomybarbershop!"

" So, is this a forced promotion? " Shemlock asked.

" Yep! " the blonde dwarven man affirmed and suggested. " You ask for more information, I need more money for my business. If you come to my barber shop and get a hair cut and shave, I'll spill all the beans about them. "

[Musée d'Héritage de Foranea, Monoceros Keep, 12:49 AM, 24th of Umbral-Tide/Darktide, Year 426]

A male security guard who was around in his late forties and patrolling the premises. He stayed awake and kept pointing his flashlight, breaking the darkness of the hallway. In his surroundings, there were several artifacts being protected by glass. Despite of their origins, he was used to them. The night guard remained vigilant and awake since he had another cup of coffee before his shift started.

Suddenly, he heard some laughter echoing around the place and became apprehensive. The guard was wondering why there was a noise. He had to follow where it came from. He pointed his flashlight to a distance. No one was present, just a painting of long deceased warrior from the Divine War.

He sighed and continued walking around the place. He eyed around the ancient artifacts and noticed a broken glass pedestal. He intently looked at it as one of the artifacts was missing. It was the Limb of Abaddon which it was a right femur from a deceased warrior. He looked anxious and thought of how he could report this to his supervisor. Just then, the guard heard a sweet singing female voice echoing the hallways.

J'en vois des qui se donnent
Donnent des bijoux dans le cou
C'est beau mais quand même
Ce ne sont que des cailloux
Des pierres qui vous roulent
Roulent et qui vous coulent sur les joues
J'aime mieux que tu m'aimes
Sans dépenser des sous

Moi je m'en moque
J'envoie valser
Les trucs en toc
Les cages dorées
Toi quand tu me serres très fort
C'est comme un trésor
Et ça, et ça vaut de l'or

J'en vois des qui se lancent
Des regards et des fleurs
Puis qui se laissent
Quelque part ou ailleurs
Entre les roses et les choux
J'en connais des tas
Qui feraient mieux de s'aimer un peu
Un peu comme nous
Qui nous aimons beaucoup

Et d'envoyer
Ailleurs valser
Les bagues et les cœurs en collier
Car quand on s'aime très fort
C'est comme un trésor
Et ça, et ça vaut de l'or

Moi pour toujours
J'envoie valser
Les preuves d'amour
En or plaqué
Puisque tu me serres très fort
C'est là mon trésor
C'est toi, toi qui vaut de l'or...

The guard smiled and yawned which the alluring woman's singing voice kept calling his attention. He started to fall asleep, dropped onto his knees on the floor, and lied down. A group of shadowed beings converged around the sleeping man and laughed at him. They came out of the shadows and looked at the two hooded beings: a taller one and his shorter companion.

" Shall we kill him just like Barry did yesterday? " the sinister and young female voice curiously asked. " I am so delighted to have my other victim! Remember I have shapeshifted as a man to take a soldier boy's right hand? "

" I know, Hungar, but not now..." the other stern woman spoke.

" Awww...that's unfair! " Hungar pouted like frustrated little girl and crossed her arms. " Gorvax, I wanna do it now! "

" I said, not now..." Gorvax angrily muttered.

" Easy, dear sister, " the charcoal skinned woman with long hair and bangs named Krekka calmly spoke and grinned at Gorvax. " Hungar is so excited to take her next victim. "

A man with a charcoal skinned removed his hood, looked at his sisters and suggested, " Why not I can summon an evil soul to possess him? "

" Apparently, we have Crawford and Dupont with us, " Gorvax replied to her brother and turned to Levriax. " What do you think? "

The second-in-command lady looked at her oldest sister and the other hooded man and said to her other siblings, " I'm afraid we can no longer accept someone in our group. "

" So, shall I kill him? " Hungar gleefully asked and prepared herself to kick the guard's bucket for good.

Levriax and the other siblings looked unamused at the bloody thirsty sister with green markings on her face. They shot a glare at her. Hungar just tilted her head and became too clueless at them. She unveiled her hood and revealed her short locks, scratching them.

" What?! What?! " she raised her voice like an impatient child. " Should I kill him? "

" No, " the oldest sister instantly replied at the youngest one.

" Sheeva, why?! I should have...."

" Let our friend, Darkvile do it, " Sheeva seriously replied.

Under the hood, the man let out a chuckle and an evil grin, envying Hungar. The youngest one rolled her eyes in disgust and crossed her arms. She couldn't stand Darkvile's haughty demeanor when she heavily sighed. Darkvile held the Limb of Abaddon which happened to be his missing right femur and casted a spell which it slowly transformed into a sword made of bones and steel. The eldest sibling, Sheeva gave him an implying grin, showing her fangs. Darkvile instantly stabbed the guard's chest and ended his life, lying on his own cold crimson pool of blood.

" Perfect..." Sheeva remarked and grinned. " That was instant to end him. "

" My dear lady Sheeva, " Darkvile bowed and replied. " It's honor to work with you for this cult, but I am sensing something in this city. "

" And what do you sense, my minister? "

" The Robanian nobleman Eliah Montmartre has returned to life and age, but why?! " he angrily whined.

" Is that man your enemy from the past? " she asked.

" Yes, my lady, I don't know why and what does he want! I am ready to take down my vengeance..."

" We are on the same page, Darkvile, " she replied. " We are taking down these despicable mages and Ouranists in this country. We will support your cause and make Lord Milo glorified. "

" Very well, my lady, " he sighed and nodded. " I can have my chance to hunt Eliah and his people. "

[Montmartre Residence, Monoceros Keep, Foranea 7:40 AM,
24th of Umbral-Tide/Darktide, Year 426]

Un gardien de nuit a été retrouvé mort par le personnel du musée du Musée d'Héritage de Foranea ce matin. La police et les médecins légistes ont découvert une profonde blessure par arme blanche à la poitrine. Actuellement, le musée est fermé pour enquête car les suspects sont toujours en liberté. (A night guard was found dead by the museum staff at Musée d'Héritage de Foranea this morning. The police and the forensics discovered a deep stab wound on the chest. Currently, the museum is closed for investigation as the suspects remain at large.)

" Now, this is getting elsewhere, " Marie commented and held her cup of coffee mug, listening at the news on the radio and sitting on the chair beside her pregnant sister-in-law. " First, your clinic, Secondly, the prison break in Martinnois, and then this. Big Sis, do you even think the criminals are everywhere in Foranea? "

" They do exist ever since, Marie, " Glenda replied and gently rubbed her large tummy. " But this time, they're getting more prevalent and untolerable than before. "

" I don't think the police can handle the cases and catch those criminals, " Marie replied and sipped at her mug.

" What do you mean? " the pregnant pediatrician asked.

" Only a special team from Odyssea Academy can handle these extraordinary cases, " the future lawyer raised her right hand in interjection.

" You mean its contractor guild? "

" Yeah, " Marie nodded and explained. " Like the combat mages who take these suspects. I'm sure Big Bro can do it. "

Glenda looked at Amnon from the kitchen who was busily washing the dishes at the sink. She recalled those letters which her husband had written his experiences and deeply thought. Then, she drank her cup of tea and replied, " Marie, your older brother has seen things and lost his right hand. I know he can, but psychologically, he's heavily traumatized. "

" But what's the use of his sparky hands if he can zap them at will? "

" Well, I wish we can convince him, but it will cause so much troubles in his part. We'll let him be. Besides, he's looking forward for his first day at work and Emie's birth very soon. "

" Right, " she heavily sighed and nodded no furiously, looking at Amnon. " I guess I should respect his decision since he's been almost a year working up there and got to travel elsewhere. His normal family life and career are more important to him than fighting. "

As the two women kept conversing, Amnon was almost done in his first domestic exploits which he placed the newly washed and dried dishes, cups, and utensils into their respective cabinets. He dried both of his hands with a paper towel. Suddenly, he saw his younger brother smiling and blushing which he was finished talking to the patient and house guest from the living room. Pierre instantly got himself upstairs into his room.

" I wonder what he's doing right now, " Amnon curiously thought and looked around which he was supposed of preparing something for the Knightfalls tonight, a special Akrovian-Foranean fusion dish for dinner. Before he could do so, he noticed his younger brother carrying those boxes outside. Pierre was done taking out his garbage when he entered the house and brushed off his hands. Amnon approached him and curiously asked, " Pierre, when did you stop reading those extra special magazines? You usually tell me that your fellow units gave them to you. "

" Look, my dear Sparky, I just tend to talk to her after my rounds and get home. Your patient needs a therapist, " Pierre replied and proudly grinned at his older brother.

The general practitioner cocked his eyebrows and shot a glare at his Foranean Army captain brother. He became too doubtful at what would Pierre do to Nirvana. Looking at his stern older sibling, Pierre helplessly laughed and blushed harder since he has spoken to the former member of the Umbral Cult.

" What?! Sparky, why are you staring at me like that?! "

" Nothing..."

" Nothing?! Really?! Cheese, Sparky! I have seen that look of yours since we were kids! What is it?! "

Amnon slowly grinned, snickered, and teased, " You, a therapist? I don' t think so! Did you know how hard to deal with people who have serious illnesses?! You're a military personnel! Are you even qualified to diagnose and treat the patient?! "

" You don't even trust your younger sibling?! "

" Look, it takes years to study medicine and have a specialty in psychiatry. "

" Heh, I don't think I can do that professionally, " Pierre nervously chuckled and shrugged. " Well, you have Dr. Lestrade who checks on your mental health. And I am doing the same thing to her. "

" Right..." Amnon smirked and gently knocked his younger sibling's elbow. " Go on, 'Doc'. Make sure you don't bring up some embarrassing childhood stuff to her. If you want to make it serious, you need to know more about her and show respect. "

" Will do. "

Just then, they heard Glenda heavily breathed and felt a sudden pain from her protruding abdomen. Marie eyed at her two older brothers and called them out, " Amnon, Pierre! Glen is about to have her..."

" Due date?! " Amnon and Pierre continued the thought in unison and rushed towards to the pregnant pediatrician and future lawyer.

" Guys, I'm okay, " Glenda wearily smiled at them and chuckled. " False alarm. Sorry! It's just Emie has been so playful inside the womb! No worries! "

Amnon sighed in relief and understood, " Right, she's just pranking us. "

" Anticipate for your little girl's antics when she's older, Sparky! " Pierre chuckled and knocked his brother's elbow.

" There's a lot of things to brace myself with her. "

" Heh! Welcome to parenthood, my dear brother! "

Amnon sat down beside his wife on the couch and reminded her, " Fifteen days to go, Babe. "

" I would like to include hours, minutes, seconds, and milliseconds! " Glenda teased her husband and kissed his cheeks.

" Mathematically speaking? " he chuckled and gently rubbed his wife's large tummy.

" Well, why not we use them for a countdown to Emie's birthday! " she softly laughed.

" It will take time for me to look at the clock and calculate her specific countdown time, " Amnon nervously grinned.

Suddenly, the living room mirror image started to move like water ripples. The physician spouses never expected it to happen and knew it was done by magic. Amnon recalled the day when his previous employer from Odyssea Academy had let him have a chance to talk to his wife and mother using the magic mirror before.

" Don't tell me..." he muttered anxiously.

" Good morning, Doctors Montmartre! " a cheerful male voice echoed from the mirror and revealed to be a white-haired elven man with his silvery-white eyes. He was just beside his brunette wife carrying her halfling daughter.

" Christopher, Celine! " Amnon greeted them and stood beside his pregnant wife. " It's good to see you again. We assume that you guys casted a spell for this magic mirror! "

" We call it Eluvian, my friends. "

" So, how's everyone? " Glenda curiously asked.

" We're doing well, " Celine replied and carried her daughter, Callisto who was cooing. " My husband and I find parenthood very challenging, but we're getting used to it. "

" Perhaps, I shall check on her once we get there. "

" May be some other time, since we are preparing for the welcoming feast, " she replied.

" A welcoming feast? " Amnon curiously repeated and became concerned. " At times like these which crimes here are rampant? "

" No worries, Amnon, " Christopher assured and smiled. " The village is safe for all of us. The Dread Wolves Tribe are well-prepared for such delirious incidents. You and your wife will be protected when intruders will come to endager our people. "

" You will be having an opportunity of seeing and meeting more patients for you and Glenda when you visit the village, " Celine added.

Amnon and Glenda both shared glances and understood when they heard the other spouses from the other side of the mirror.

" Cheesecake, do you think what I am thinking? " Glenda asked.

" It's a scheduled medical mission, Babe, " Amnon replied to his wife. " I remembered the Dread Wolves Tribe permitted some medical personnel to do this activity. Why not reviving this for them and let's do the same to the other nearby villages before our future hospital will be formed. "

" Great idea! " she happily exclaimed and nodded in agreement. " I can join you guys after Emie will be born or perhaps I shall do light duty for consultation for now. "

" Perfect! "

" It seems you two have been planning a medical mission very soon, " Christopher replied. " Well, we are looking forward for that too. "

" Of course, " Amnon affirmatively said. " For now, I'm supposed to prepare a dish for you both and buy some other goodies as a gift. "

" Thank you, Amnon! Please don't bother and pressure yourself to bring anything for tonight, " Celine grinned and chuckled.

" But..."

" It's a feast, Doctors Montmartre, " Christopher reminded and smiled. " You don't need to do that. Everyone in the Dread Wolves Tribe expects the two of you to arrive tonight. We have all prepared for the feast. "

" Woah, you all guys made a lot of effort for us?! " Glenda exclaimed in shock.

" Yes, " the other two spouses spoke in unison.

Glenda looked at her husband and waited for his approval. Amnon smiled at his wife and nodded to confirm. They looked at the Knightfalls on the mirror.

" Well, we're all going tonight, " the physician spouses agreed.

" Brilliant! Thank you, Doctors Montmartre! See you all tonight! " the white haired elven man happily exclaimed.

(First part of the chapter, RP with valorithsaga. Azazel Barbier and Liere Costa belong to him.)

(Darkvile, Sheeva, Gorvax, Krekka, Levirax, Hungar, Marcus, and the Knightfalls: Christopher, Celine, and Callisto belong to Knightfall077)

(Tier Sauveterre and Neil Ingrid Carter belong to BjornGamR27)

(J'envoie valser performed by Zazie)