As Quinus, Sir George, and Lord Gawain strode out of the dining room, Percy let out a heavy sigh, casting a sideways glance at Rya, frustration etched across his features. “You would think that coming back to the capital would simplify things, but no… it never seems to work out that way…” His voice faded, burdened by the heaviness of unmet hopes.


    Rya laughed softly, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, come on, Percy! When have we ever had a normal life?”


    Percy shrugged, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks. “I guess not... But honestly, if I get to share my days with Dalia—and the rest of our crazy crew—then I can handle anything.”


    Percy beamed at her, his eyes sparkling with gratitude. "Thank you, Lady Rya. Honestly, I can’t imagine where we’d be without you. Your bravery in the labyrinth made all the difference."


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    He glanced up at Rya, a hint of urgency in his expression. He had been instructed to watch over Rya until the Prince returned, but the thought of Dalia waiting for him sent adrenaline coursing through him. Time was ticking, and he couldn’t let her down.


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    "Go, Percy," Rya said with a playful glint in her eyes. "But remember this: you’d better start honing your skills in kindness because I am destined to be your future Queen!" With a theatrical flourish, she sent him off with a grand gesture of her hand. "Now, off with you!"


    “Th-Thank you, Lady Rya! I promise I’ll repay you!” Percy exclaimed, bowing deeply before hastily exiting the room, his heart racing.


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    "Well... now what?~" Rya mused, a playful spark lighting up her eyes as she rubbed her hands together. A moment passed, and then inspiration struck her like a bolt of lightning. Thoughts whirled in her mind, bursting with possibilities to pass the time and turn the mundane into something exciting.


    Rya glided gracefully toward the grand doors that led from the bustling dining hall, the soft echo of her footsteps reverberating off the polished marble floors. Sunlight streamed through the towering windows, casting a warm glow and creating intricate patterns that danced across the walls like fleeting memories. As she approached a richly adorned door, her gaze caught a small group of servants huddled nearby, their expressions a blend of nervous anticipation and profound respect. In a synchronized motion, they bowed their heads as she passed, a gesture that sparked both intrigue and a hint of unease within her.


    “Um… we’ve finished with the dining room. You’re free to tidy up,” Rya said, her voice steady as she continued her path.


    “Of course, your ladyship,” one of the servants replied, the formality of the exchange hanging in the air.


    ‘Geez… this feels so strange. Is this really what Quinus has to deal with every day? R-Remember your training, Rya. You’re in charge here… time to own it,’ she reminded herself, lifting her chin a little higher as she pressed onward, determined to embrace her role.


    As Rya settled into the bustling atmosphere of the main hall, she marveled at how effectively the shawl concealed her elven ears. Not a single servant cast a curious glance in her direction, nor did anyone question her presence.


    Relief washed over her. “It’s about time,” she mused, stifling a laugh as she recalled the chaos that ensued whenever she walked around new people. Especially that one maid, wide-eyed and speechless, the very first time she spotted Rya. The memory made her chuckle.


    Her gaze drifted upward to a magnificent painting that dominated the hall—an ethereal human woman with flowing white hair and striking purple eyes. Rya felt an inexplicable pull toward the portrait, as if the woman had a story to tell, just waiting to be uncovered.


    Rya knelt down, her fingertips gliding over the inscription as her mysterious eyes narrow andforeign words for her Quinus,  older and —just which ancestor could he be? Shaking her head, she chuckled softly to herself. “No point in guessing. Ill ask Quinus when I see him next o her r.


    Rya turned her gaze to another statue and was captivated by the stunning figure of a high elf. The elegant form was crafted with exquisite detail, from the delicate features of her face to the graceful curve of her posture. Her long, flowing hair seemed to cascade like shimmering silk, framing a visage that radiated ethereal beauty. The elf''s piercing eyes, carved with precision, held an air of wisdom and mystery, drawing Rya closer as if the statue were alive with a story waiting to be told.


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    Rya was so captivated by the intricate details of the statue before her that she failed to notice a curious maid pausing nearby. Her gaze was fixed on Rya with a blend of intrigue and amusement.


    "Ah... just exploring a bit," Rya stammered, struggling to mask her surprise with a casual smile.


    Rya paused for a moment, her thoughts drifting towards the outdoors. "Actually," she replied, a hint of excitement in her voice, "could you direct me to the Garden? I don''t know about you, but I could use some sun."


    As Rya stepped outside, she took a deep breath, allowing the crisp, invigorating air to fill her lungs. The garden enveloped her senses, a tapestry of vibrant colors and fragrant blooms swirling around her. She hadn''t fully appreciated the enchanting aroma that wafted through the flower-laden space—the sweet scent of roses mingling with the delicate perfume of lilacs and the earthy undertones of freshly turned soil. Each inhalation brought a new layer of olfactory delight, awakening her appreciation for the garden''s hidden beauty.


    “It’s truly a privilege, Lady Rya,” Gretchen said, a warm smile gracing her lips. With a respectful bow, she turned to leave, the soft rustle of her skirts trailing behind her. “May you enjoy this afternoon.”


    Rya felt as though she had stepped into a grand European palace, caught in a delightful blend of English and French influences. The castle loomed majestically atop a rugged hill, reminiscent of the storied Castle in Edinburgh, its stone walls standing proud against the sky while casting a regal gaze over the bustling city below. Yet, there was an undeniable charm that evoked the elegance of a French chateau, with its sprawling architecture and soft, romantic contours that whispered tales of yesteryear.


    Surrounding the castle was an expansive garden, a vibrant tapestry of colors bursting forth from a variety of trees and blooming flowers, their sweet fragrances mingling in the air like a gentle lullaby. Fountains danced playfully amidst the greenery, their crystal waters sparkling in the sunlight, creating a serene ambiance that invited visitors to pause and enjoy nature''s handiwork. Tucked away within this enchanting landscape was a hedge maze, its towering greenery forming a labyrinth of twists and turns, promising adventure and mystery for those daring enough to explore its secret paths.


    The garden sprawled endlessly, an enchanting realm of beauty and mystery. At its heart stood a magnificent fountain, its waters dancing delicately amidst the lush greenery. Delicate blooms and vibrant plants adorned every inch of this verdant paradise, with some even climbing gracefully up the ancient palace walls. Yet, despite the garden''s charm, an air of intrigue lingered near the northern cliff''s edge, where something peculiar seemed to await discovery.


    ventured closer to the Ether Particles,  from a hole in the ground no deeper than a softballe eerie toxic green ed in the labyrinthting n that drew her closer with every heartbeat.


    "It feels so different from the Labyrinth... and there''s no heat radiating from it at all," Rya mused, a frown creasing her brow. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, she reached out and plunged her hand into the mysterious hole. To her astonishment, nothing happened.


    "I don’t feel a thing," she whispered, her mind racing. "Whatever this is, it resembles ether practicals, but it’s something else entirely."


    Frustration mounted as Rya scoured her thoughts, grappling with the enigma before her. What could possibly cause these elusive particles to materialize? The question hung heavy in the air, leaving her craving an answer she couldn''t quite grasp.


    gently , her fingers brushing against her smooth tan skin until they grasped the Seer Stone. As she pulled it out, the monocle caught the light, revealing its striking, demonic-inspired design. The frame, a blend of shimmering silver and rich gold, twisted into an intricate pattern that seemed to pulse with dark energy. The lens itself was as opaque as the midnight sky, yet it emanated a haunting purplish glow, hinting at the mysterious powers it held within


    With focused determination, she channeled her mana into the Seer Stone, its surface shimmering in response. As she peered into the depths of the hole, something astonishing unfolded before her eyes. The Dark Elf’s brows shot up in disbelief; a vibrant stream of energy snaked its way from all the lush plants in the garden, converging at this very spot. Below the opening, a swirling cloud of energy pulsed ominously, hovering about six feet down, beckoning her to explore its mysterious depths.


    Rya paused, her curiosity piqued. "Huh? Is someone crying?" she wondered, tilting her head toward the sound that echoed through the air. It was strange; her view was obscured by the dense hedge maze surrounding her, but her keen elven hearing hinted that the source of sorrow was a world away.


    "I wonder who that could be?" she murmured, a mix of concern and intrigue swirling within her.


    Determined to uncover the mystery, Rya began navigating the winding paths of the maze, her footsteps soft against the ground. After a few minutes of searching, she stumbled upon a secluded corner where a young woman sat alone on a bench, her shoulders trembling with quiet sobs.


    The woman possessed stunning red hair that cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall, and her large, purple eyes glistened with unshed tears. Clad in a simple yet elegant white dress, she appeared to be around Quinus’ age. Her gaze was fixed on her hands, which cradled an intriguing object—a bracelet crafted from vibrant beads, each one as large as a marble and shimmering softly in the filtered light. It bore a resemblance to a rosary, but there was something unique about it, something that hinted at a story waiting to be told.


    Just as Rya was about to leave the redhead alone, the woman began sniffing again, causing Rya to wince in response. A wave of empathy washed over her, stirring an urge to reach out and provide comfort, but the words caught in her throat, leaving her unsure of how to bridge the unspoken gap between them.