Under the moonlight, Furina looked so beautiful—Her sleeping face was so peaceful, her breathing steady as she curled up in Themis's embrace.
The tension in her brow smoothed out under Themis's gentle kiss, and a serene smile blossomed on her sleeping face.
Sweet little kitten…Themis held her close, entwining their fingers together.
A faint shimmer of water element gathered on the full-length mirror in the room.Themis's gaze shifted toward the mirror as a pure white figure gradually emerged on the surface.Her lips curled into a faint smile.
After leaving a goodnight kiss on Furina's forehead, Themis sat up and walked toward the moonlit mirror.
"Themis, how's Furina?"
Focalors gaze was filled with fondness and tenderness as she looked at Furina curled up on the bed.Like Themis, if Focalors could, she would have kissed Furina and held her close—Hoping to take away the pain she had caused Furina with her own plans.
In Focalor's heart, all the suffering Furina endured stemmed from her plans—And in the end, it would all conclude because of those same plans.
Even though Focalors always referred to Furina as "another version of herself" when speaking to Themis,Their separation of personality and divinity meant they had each lived through different experiences and developed distinct personalities.They were like two branches growing from the same tree.
"Don't worry, Focalors. Furina's fine."
"But honestly… why are you here so late?"
It was strange.Normally, if Themis didn't personally go to the Opera Epiclese and seek her out in the Oratrice's chamber, Focalors wouldn't leave on her own initiative—Certainly not to visit her like this.
"I sensed turbulence in the Primordial Sea's waters and figured you'd be in your room, so I came to check on you."
"Seeing that you're unharmed is a relief."
Focalor's voice was full of sincerity. She was genuinely relieved that Themis was unharmed.
But to Themis's ears, Focalor's words were full of holes.Her golden eyes narrowed slightly as she gazed at the petite and sacred figure in the mirror.
"If you know what time it is, you should also realize I'd be resting at this hour."
"You wouldn't have forcibly woken me from my sleep."
"And Furina wouldn't have entered my room without my permission, even if she were upset."
"So… it was you who told Furina to come here, wasn't it, Focalors?"
Themis rested one hand on her hip, her tone light but certain.After all, Furina was still sleeping in her bed.Even though Furina normally slept soundly in Themis's presence, there was always the chance that she might wake up at any moment.Better to keep her voice down.
"I went out with the Traveler this morning.""Even if the Primordial Sea started acting up, it's been nearly half a day since then."
At this point, Themis's tone softened.
"You and Furina must have waited a long time.""Sorry for making you both worry."
A smile crept onto Focalor's face, her lips curving upward uncontrollably.
Sometimes, when Themis managed to read her feelings so easily, Focalors couldn't help but feel happy—It meant Themis understood her.
To have someone who truly understood your heart…For humans, that's a puzzle that could take a lifetime to solve.
"Thank you, Focalors.""I'm happy."
But between them lay the barrier of a mirror.Themis's gaze softened with a hint of regret as her fingertips brushed against the cool, smooth surface of the glass.
"Honestly, it'd be better if you said that to me in person."
Focalors's gentle eyes sparkled with amusement as she smiled at Themis's slightly regretful expression.Turning her head slightly, Focalors pressed a kiss to Themis's fingertip through the glass.
"It's late now.""You can thank me in person tomorrow."
"Ah… but I do miss seeing you like this.""The last time you thanked me so sweetly… must've been ages ago."
The gentle god before her had momentarily transformed into a playful and unpredictable girl.
Focalors's gaze shifted toward Furina lying on the bed.Suddenly, a curious thought crossed her mind.
"Does Furina's body feel nice to hold?"
Themis wasn't sure what Focalors was thinking—But she still answered seriously.
"Very soft. Smooth and delicate, like water.""When I first held her, her body was a little cool from the weather and her clothes—kind of like lake water."
"But once I held her for a while, her body started to warm up, becoming soft and sweet—like melting candy."
"She's so soft… and if you rub her tummy after she eats, she'll act grumpy like a cat.""But if you keep rubbing, she'll eventually relax and melt into your arms, completely at ease—just like a cat."
"Oh, and if you care about texture, I'd recommend hugging her right after a bath.""She gets clingy after a bath, all warm and fragrant—like a blueberry cream cake."
Themis spoke passionately about Furina's texture as if she were describing a treasured possession.
Focalors listened, her expression becoming more and more bewildered.Just from hugging her, there's so much to notice?
Focalors, who had no physical body, grew increasingly curious about the sensation Themis described.If she could…She'd want to hug Furina herself and figure out exactly what made her feel so different.
"Of course, Focalors —""You and Furina are different."
Focalors's ahoge twitched.Her clear eyes blinked in confusion.
"When I held you in the Oratrice's chamber, I could clearly tell you apart from Furina."
"The texture of your fingers is different.""Even when we kissed, I could tell your warmth was different."
"You were cool to the touch, like a slime resting near a Mist Flower."
Focalors stood on the other side of the mirror, stunned.
Her watery eyes widened in surprise, her expression shifting with complex emotions.
She lifted a hand to her forehead.To be honest—Themis's calm and detailed description had left her thoroughly shaken.
Focalors… never imagined that Themis would be even more composed than herself.
The fact that Themis could recount such intimate details so calmly—It could practically be published in a book without any need for editing.
Focalors, who was usually so adored, felt her mind freeze for a moment, as if something had slipped out of her control.
It had all started with Focalors just wanting to tease Themis a little — but then it backfired spectacularly. The topic shifted from the feel of Furina's skin to a detailed description of how Themis had pinned her down on the desk.
There was a flicker of resistance in Focalors' eyes, but she had to admit — Themis had a remarkable talent for words.
With just a few short phrases, Themis had managed to lay bare all the emotions and expressions Focalors had shown in that moment.
For the first time, Focalors realized that Themis knowing her heart this well was not necessarily a good thing.
Being able to so easily see through the emotions and expressions she showed in those kinds of situations… it made Focalors feel complicated.
Not exactly ashamed — mostly just awkward.
After all, she was the one who had been completely defeated in that situation.
But after the brief moment of awkwardness, Focalors' fighting spirit returned.
Sooner or later, she would turn the tables on Themis!
With that quiet resolve in her heart, Focalors' figure gradually disappeared under Themis' gaze.
Themis rubbed her chin, looking puzzled. Why did she leave so suddenly? She hadn't even finished talking about her feelings yet.
Shaking her head with a sigh, Themis thought about how Focalors had come so suddenly and left just as abruptly.
It left Themis feeling somewhat frustrated — it reminded her of that night in the Oratrice room when she'd been kicked out halfway through.
Focalors was still so cunning.
Covering half her face with her hand, Themis' golden eyes shimmered with a mischievous glint. She was starting to have some bad ideas. Perhaps it was time to teach Focalors a lesson about how frustrating it is to be left hanging.
Stretching lazily and letting out a yawn, Themis wiped the tear from the corner of her eye with her index finger and sighed deeply.
"Forget it for today," Themis murmured. "I'm a little tired."
If possible, she'd rather go to the Opéra Epiclese first thing tomorrow morning and thank her face-to-face.
Talking through a mirror really affected her performance.
And not being able to personally answer Focalors' questions about how Furina's skin felt — that was truly a shame.
Pulling the blanket over herself again, Themis hugged Furina tightly, breathing in her soft, sweet scent, tinged with a hint of freshness.
It made Themis feel incredibly calm and happy, a wave of warmth filling her heart.
Snuggled up in a warm bed, holding soft, cozy Furina — nothing could defeat Themis.
-
Now, let's shift the perspective to another location — a little earlier in time.
After the Traveler had successfully delivered the Narcissenkreuz to its proper destination…
They immediately rushed over to Neuvillette's office in Palais Mermonia. Under Neuvillette's confused gaze, they repeated a very familiar gesture:
Pulling out a familiar letter in one hand while rubbing their thumb and index finger together with the other.
Lumine: "I'm here to collect my 1,600 Primogems and Mora!"
Neuvillette: "..."
Although he had no idea what had happened this time, out of his trust in Themis, Neuvillette still instructed his subordinates to bring the rewards mentioned in the letter to the office.
But what Lumine and Paimon hadn't expected was…
"What!? We have to go back to the Fortress of Meropide!?"
Lumine's eyes widened in shock. She clutched her head in despair, looking at Neuvillette in disbelief.
"Yes," Neuvillette said calmly. "According to the Fortress of Meropide's records, your sentence has not yet been completed.""Therefore, you two need to return to the Fortress of Meropide and remain there until your sentence is served in full."
"Lumine, what do we do?"Paimon stared at Lumine expectantly, hoping she could think of a way out of this. Even if they had to finish the sentence, couldn't they at least stay out a little longer?
"We just got out of the Fortress of Meropide! I haven't even had time to try all the good food yet!"
"I'm sorry," Neuvillette said expressionlessly.
In the face of Fontaine's ever-fair and impartial Chief Justice, any kind of plea was useless.
Unless, of course, a Melusine was asking for mercy — in which case, Neuvillette might consider bending the rules a little.
But clearly, Lumine and Paimon didn't qualify.And they didn't have any cute Melusines to help them out.
Still, before sending Lumine and Paimon back to the Fortress of Meropide, Neuvillette made sure to promptly deliver their promised rewards from the Fontaine treasury.
The moment Lumine received her Primogems, her mood instantly improved.
Jail time?No problem! She loved jail!
The people in the Fortress of Meropide were all so talented. They spoke so well and could give you firsthand lessons on how to break Fontaine's laws — real-life case studies!
For a completely new life experience, come to the Fortress of Meropide!
From the back entrance of the Opéra Epiclese, Lumine and Paimon were escorted back to the underwater Fortress of Meropide.
The sudden shift from the scenic beauty of Fontaine to the cold, industrial atmosphere of the fortress made Lumine and Paimon feel a bit stifled.
"Ugh…" Paimon sighed, planting her hands on her hips. "We were only out of the Fortress of Meropide for a little while, but coming back feels like it's been ages."
Lumine nodded in agreement. Paimon had spoken her mind.
"Even though I'd love to just go back to bed and sleep to recover, maybe we should check if Duke Wriothesley is in his office first."
"After all, we completed Themis' task properly."
"We can't let Wriothesley back out on paying us!"
Paimon puffed out her chest proudly — which would have been impressive if she weren't so tiny.But still, her confidence was adorable.
Compared to the cold steel around them, soft and cute Paimon was so much more comforting.
Leading Paimon, Lumine confidently headed toward Wriothesley's office.
But what surprised Lumine was that, at this hour, Tartaglia and Arlecchino were both still awake.
"Yo~ Traveler! You're finally back!"Tartaglia's bright orange hair stood out, his cheerful demeanor hiding the dangerous strength beneath.
Beside him, Arlecchino gave Lumine and Paimon a polite nod.
Paimon asked, "Why aren't you two sleeping? Is there some urgent matter keeping you here?"
Tartaglia said, "How urgent does an emergency have to be? If it's one of those so-called quests from the Regent you've been running around for, then it's not particularly urgent."
Arlecchino interjected, "To be precise, let me simplify it: Duke Wriothesley informed us about the Fortress of Meropide itself."
"The Fortress of Meropide was established during the previous Hydro Archon's reign to protect Egeria's secret."
"Though we don't know Egeria's secret, given Fontaine's circumstances, it must directly relate to the prophesied crisis. Most likely, it concerns information about the Primordial Sea."
"Although Wriothesley didn't elaborate, I'm certain my conjecture is correct."
The Knave Arlecchino meticulously analyzed the situation with composed logic before systematically presenting her conclusions to Lumine and Paimon.
"Does anything here require clarification from you two?"
Lumine and Paimon shook their heads. Paimon marveled at Arlecchino's ability to deduce clues through association, exclaiming, "Arlecchino's conjecture is spot-on!"
"We learned from the great master that beneath the Fortress of Meropide lies the suppressed Primordial Sea. Moreover, in Fontaine, there are multiple outlets where the Primordial Sea could erupt. One such location is Poisson."
"Poisson?"
Arlecchino furrowed her brow deeply, teeth clenched as her heart raced. "Poisson is Fontaine's largest population center outside the Court of Fontaine. With so many people there, even if they react promptly, their chances of survival would be slim if the Primordial Sea were to erupt suddenly."
"Rest assured. Themis has assured us she'll keep watch. She's already tasked Navia with leading the Spina di Rosula members to provide psychological support and preventive measures to the people."
Hearing from Paimon that Themis had already initiated precautions, Arlecchino let out a sigh of relief.
It must be said that even though Arlecchino, as a native of Fontaine, had distanced herself from her homeland and risen to become an executive officer in Snezhnaya, in her heart, Themis remained the most reliable figure.
Moreover... Arlecchino was absolutely convinced that Themis was the true Hydro Archon!
Tartaglia: "Uh, so... does that mean you've helped Themis resolve the crisis?"
"Of course! Thanks to Lumine and my efforts!"
Hack hack. Lumine cleared her throat pointedly.
"Alright, alright, don't look at me like that," Paimon said, scratching her head. "Heh, I just wanted to bask in your glory for once! Fine, it was mostly Lumine's work with my support from the sidelines."
"We defeated Narzissenkreuz—the master—within the Primordial Sea. Stopped his plan to flood Fontaine and Teyvat with the Primordial Sea!"
"Now he's imprisoned under Themis's arrangements. No chance for mischief anymore!"
"Hm?"
Arlecchino stared at Paimon and Lumine in confusion. "Are you saying Fontaine's Doomsday Prophecy crisis is completely resolved?"
Lumine shook her head. "More accurately, we've only eliminated one trigger of the crisis."
"Themis previously explained there are multiple causes behind the Doomsday Prophecy."
"The Narzissenkreuz we helped her eliminate was merely one of them—and the most covert."
"As for how many more remain, Themis hasn't disclosed that to us yet."
Paimon chimed in, "But with Lumine's prowess, if Themis encounters an insurmountable challenge, she could always seek our assistance!"
Nods all around. Tempted by the prospect of such substantial rewards, Lumine might even produce her Dull Blade to demonstrate her capabilities. She'd gladly let Themis enslave her, assigning endless tasks until the flood of rewards overwhelmed her.
Better still, she'd revel in the ocean of compensation!
"Is Fontaine's Doomsday Prophecy crisis truly this perilous?" Tartaglia scratched his head, genuinely perplexed. He'd assumed only the Tsaritsa was striving to suppress Snezhnaya's calamities, never imagining Fontaine faced similar dangers.
"What lies at the heart of this prophecy crisis?"
"A threat capable of destroying the Primordial Sea and defying even the Hydro Archon's immediate resolution? This likely proves far more complex than we imagined."
Tartaglia sighed. "That's why I think we shouldn't rush into dealing with the Vision's malfunction. Perhaps we should wait and address the prophecy crisis first. Resolving that would make Fontaine owe Snezhnaya a favor!"
"Then you could make your request and obtain the Hydro Archon's gnosis?" Lumine narrowed her eyes, hands on her hips as she glared at Tartaglia and Arlecchino. Though this demeanor was considerably more amiable than her initial extreme reaction of drawing the Dull Blade upon their first meeting, the change was understandable.
After all, in Liyue, Tartaglia had released a God to force Zhongli's appearance, causing severe damage to the region. Now in Fontaine, he was directly offering assistance to resolve the centuries-old prophecy crisis. While Lumine could comprehend his desire for compensation in the form of the Gnosis, whether the Hydro Archon would actually grant it remained uncertain.
"Regardless," Arlecchino interjected, "our immediate priority should be resolving the prophecy crisis."
Tartaglia said, "You're right, but the Gnosis is also necessary."
Paimon sighed. "In any case, I'm glad neither of you went against the Raiden Shogun like the Lady did. Last time she attacked the Raiden Shogun at the tenshukaku, she was reduced to ashes and vanished in an instant."
At this point, Paimon still couldn't suppress her lingering fear.
Lumine nodded in agreement, looking at Tartaglia and Arlecchino.
Tartaglia didn't mind. While it was true he enjoyed fighting, he wasn't brainless enough to directly confront a god—especially when it was certain death.
He wanted to fight, not commit suicide.
But if he had to face a god in battle, he wouldn't be afraid.
However, this conversation piqued Tartaglia's curiosity.
Tartaglia looked at Arlecchino and, without much thought, blurted out, "You mentioned earlier that you tried to assassinate the Hydro Archon. Did you check whether Furina had the Gnosis?"
Shing—
The bright, golden-glowing new weapon was held firmly in Lumine's hand — it was the Holy Blade of Narzissenkreuz, the new weapon she had acquired.
Since Themis hadn't taken it back, Lumine treated it as a part of her reward and compensation without hesitation.
Now equipped with a holy sword, even though most of its power had faded, it was still far superior to the dull blade!
Lumine pointed the holy sword at Arlecchino, feeling as if Arlecchino had betrayed her trust.
Even Paimon immediately hid behind Lumine.
Players in the real world were stunned by Tartaglia's revelation that Arlecchino had attempted to assassinate the Hydro Archon — the player community was momentarily silent.
Then, a wave of roasting Rosalyne, the Fair Lady, swept through the community!
["Holy crap! That Knave's got guts! Attacking the Hydro Archon? I thought she was eating cake with her!"]
["Rosalyne! Rosalyne! You died so unfairly! Same Fatui Harbinger, same attempt to assassinate a god — why the double standard?! Just delete her already!"]
["You're insane. No, actually, I completely agree!!!"]
["The Hydro Archon, as a second-generation god, really is too gentle. Against this kind of treacherous villain, the Oratrice should have handed down the death penalty already, sweetie~"]
["Arlecchino, you two-faced snake! I thought you were mature and reliable! What the hell is this?! Refund me — NOW!"]
It was clear that the players and Travelers were emotionally charged.
And among them, CatCatEatsNoMedicine was especially embarrassed.
When Arlecchino was first imprisoned, CatCatEatsNoMedicine had confidently declared, chest puffed out, that Arlecchino surely had a deeper plan — that she must have had a grand scheme behind her actions!
Now? That confidence had backfired spectacularly.
Viewers in her stream dug up her old statements, copied and pasted them directly into the chat, and began mocking her mercilessly.
CatCatEatsNoMedicine's face was metaphorically slapped so hard it echoed, maxing out the stream's entertainment value.
Fan edits started flooding Bilibili — clips of her confident analysis, spliced with Arlecchino's dramatic fall from grace, all while overlaid with meme edits of her avatar pasted onto Cao Cao's head.
["Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"]
["Arlecchino must have had a reason for doing this!"]
["Do you believe her, or do you believe me, the omniscient player with God's perspective?!"]
CatCatEatsNoMedicine stared at the edits, toes curling so hard she could probably dig a new room with them. She wanted to slap herself. What was all this nonsense?!
"You… tried to assassinate the Hydro Archon?!"
Paimon shouted in disbelief.
Glaring at Arlecchino, Lumine was furious. "I thought you came here to help Tartaglia solve the issue with his out-of-control Vision!"
Arlecchino remained calm. "I never actually said why I was here. Everything else was just your assumption. In a sense, I never lied."
"The golden-haired Traveler from afar — there's no need to be so wary."
She shot a sharp glare at Tartaglia, full of dissatisfaction.
But Tartaglia didn't think there was anything wrong. Attempting to assassinate a god? They'd done worse things before.
"We may not have known each other for long, but I don't think I've done anything to harm you," Arlecchino said.
"You attacked Furina and are now imprisoned in the Fortress of Meropide! The only reason you haven't done more harm is that you failed!" Paimon shot back, stomping her foot.
Like Lumine, Paimon also felt betrayed.
Even though they hadn't spent much time with Furina, their interactions with Themis — Furina's steadfast and loyal regent — made it hard to believe that Furina could be a bad person.
After all, Themis was so reliable, kind, and responsible. If Themis was that dependable, then Furina, as her superior, couldn't be that different.
Not to mention, based on their travels, the Archons always turned out to be more trustworthy than they initially seemed.
"I had an agreement with Her Majesty the Tsaritsa," Arlecchino said coldly. "Once I obtained the Gnosis, I was permitted to use it to resolve the prophecy crisis in Fontaine."
"That's why I attacked the Hydro Archon. I needed to know where the Gnosis was."
"And the Gnosis is something so important, it would either be hidden within the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale or kept directly by the Hydro Archon herself."
"…So you attacked Furina directly!?"
"Not exactly. I had someone investigate the Oratrice first. But I didn't expect the sudden outbreak of the young girl disappearance case."
"So Linne and Lynette are also working for the Fatui?!"
Lumine's grip tightened around the holy sword, her anger reaching a boiling point.
"From the very beginning, you've all been using me, haven't you?"
Three different cases of deception — all at once!
Lumine clutched her chest, feeling betrayed for the first time.
Feelings mattered — being approached under false pretenses, then used for someone else's gain — was unacceptable.
She didn't know Lyney and Lynette's true motives, but if the Gnosis was involved, they had definitely been using her connections and trust to steal the Gnosis during the chaos.
"Deception? Why would you think that?" Arlecchino's gaze sharpened. "As the famous Traveler, you should know that plenty of people and organizations want to work with you."
"Not just us from Snezhnaya — remember what happened in Inazuma? Weren't you used by that white heron princess and that fox shrine maiden?"
"And yet you accepted it because they were trying to stop the Vision Hunt Decree and change the Shogunate's policies."
"I am working to resolve the prophecy crisis in Fontaine. Why can't you accept that?"
"Is it just because I'm a Fatui Harbinger?"
Her cold, logical questions left Lumine and Paimon speechless. They were angry, but they couldn't argue with the reasoning.
Fontaine citizens were certainly gifted in the art of rhetoric.
But Arlecchino had attacked the Hydro Archon. She was imprisoned in the Fortress of Meropide — that was already punishment enough.
If Furina herself wasn't holding a grudge, maybe Lumine really was overreacting.
With a scowl, Lumine retracted the Holy Blade of Narzissenkreuz, glaring at Tartaglia, who was watching the drama unfold with amusement.
Even if Arlecchino's reasoning made sense, Lumine wasn't ready to forgive her yet. And Lyney and Lynette? She'd have to keep her distance from them too.
The Fatui's track record was horrible — this was just another example.
Assassinating the Hydro Archon?!
She and Paimon had only eaten Furina's cake. Arlecchino had tried to cut Furina down — that was an entirely different level!
They were going to have to work with Arlecchino again at some point. After all, the Fortress of Meropide wasn't that big, and they still needed to solve the out-of-control Vision problem — plus the prophecy crisis — with Themis's help.
"…Traveler, it's not that serious," Tartaglia said, trying to smooth things over. "You interacted with them under false pretenses — so what?"
"Maybe they also had genuine feelings for you."
"Shut up!"
Lumine kicked Tartaglia hard, sending him flying into the corner of the room.
Tartaglia clutched his aching leg, wincing.
"…So, was the Gnosis with Furina or not?"
Lumine's brow furrowed. If Arlecchino had any malicious intentions toward Furina or was scheming to use the Gnosis to manipulate Fontaine, Lumine wouldn't mind settling things with her right here and now.
Arlecchino crossed her arms and met Lumine's sharp gaze head-on. She knew that if she answered this question poorly, a fight would be unavoidable.
"The answer is — that question became irrelevant the moment I took action!"
"Because I discovered a far more important secret hidden by the Hydro Archon!"
Tartaglia stared at Arlecchino in disbelief and couldn't help but ask, "What secret? Isn't Egeria's secret hidden in Melopide Fortress?"
"Tartaglia, how are you suddenly this dense?"
Paimon couldn't hold back anymore — even she had figured it out.
"The Knave is obviously talking about the second Hydro Archon — Furina! Egeria's secret and Furina's secret are two completely different things!"
"Exactly!" Arlecchino's expression grew increasingly serious. "Traveler, I'm about to reveal a critical secret concerning the Hydro Archon. Whether you believe me or not — that's up to you."
"To prove my sincerity, I swear upon my title as a Harbinger."
Her solemn tone made Lumine and Paimon tense up.
Tartaglia, crouched in the corner, just rolled his eyes. If swearing on the title of a Harbinger actually meant anything, people wouldn't be using it as a bedtime story threat to scare misbehaving kids.
Frankly, Tartaglia figured that swearing on the Tsaritsa's name would've been more convincing.
Plus… he couldn't shake the feeling that his dear comrade was about to get swindled by his own coworker again.
But Lumine and Paimon had no idea what Tartaglia was thinking — their focus was completely locked on the secret Arlecchino was about to reveal.
"When I attacked the Hydro Archon…"
"I didn't sense the Gnosis on Furina at all — but I did sense some kind of curse on her."
"And that — is the most critical part!"
"Because my attack was completely blocked by the Regent Themis in the blink of an eye."
"The power involved was terrifying."
"If I'm not mistaken —"
"Themis is the true Hydro Archon of Fontaine!"
"And Furina is just an ordinary human cursed with eternal life!"
"In fact, it's possible that Themis herself cursed Furina so that Furina could stay by her side forever!"
Lumine, Paimon, and Tartaglia: "Huh???"
Little one, are there a lot of question marks above your head right now?
Staring blankly at the confident and composed Arlecchino, Lumine started wondering if the world had suddenly gone insane.
Was this seriously not just Arlecchino's brain short-circuiting after a lifetime of reading too many Fontaine romance novels?