Rosette was Rozelyn’s fucking aunt; half-aunt to be precise. She assumes that there is nothing like that in this world: a half-aunt. Probably it’s just her thoughts.            ‘Fine. I will just call Rosette as “aunt”,’ Rozelyn pondered as she walked to their house which was just next to Thalia’s abode.            She entered silently as the house is quiet; which means Cyrill is still asleep even though noon is nearing.            “Gosh, he’s still snoring!” Rozelyn shook her hands in an irritated manner.            She grabbed a glass of orange juice by the fridge. Yet, even if she already drank two glasses, she can still hear his loud snoring due to his Thaumaturge senses.

“Here we are at your precious home, honey.”             Romaine smiled as Dorrien muttered those words. She then leaned to him and removed her helmet. They both kiss by the “Zadzisai’ Residence” sign.             In a blink of an eye, she heard a noise inside the house. Romaine parted her lips and went straight to the door. She searched her bag for the key but couldn’t find it.             “Open the door, Rozelyn! Cyrill!” She pounded at the door several times.             But none of them responded.             “Let me,” Dorrien offered.             He banged and pushed the door, forcing it open. Dorrien saw a

“Cy, are you ba—Anaztasia!”            Rozelyn immediately runs towards her bestfriend who now has a tiny bump on her belly.            “How’s your baby?” She asked sweetly.            “Babies, Roz.”            Rozelyn didn’t expect that. “Th-They’re twins?”            She was visibly more surprised than Anaztasia upon finding out that she’s carrying twins.            “Yup. It’s a boy and a girl,” Anaztasia purred as she stroked her belly gently.           

Rozelyn is definitely bad at deciphering cryptic messages—especially one that is through a poem.            That voice…it seems to be very familiar. The voice sounds like from someone she already met.            The mystical voice that seems to come from far, far away reiterated for three times before the rooster cried for the third time.            “Of course, that is Isla Ivane’s voice. Why didn’t I recognize it at first?” She asked herself as she grabbed her pillow to hug it and ponder for what the message’s meaning.            Even though she repeated it several times, it’s too complex and difficult for her to decipher. Fiona’s text message last night made her excited and anxio

Leo was happy that he had taught Rhella a lesson: a lesson that he wasn’t as weak as she perceived. A reminder to her that he cannot be easily manipulated as she once thought.            He had enchanted the whole house beforehand as he had planned to go outside even before that unexpected fight, though it was expected nonetheless. With his adoptive sister’s temper, it is very easy to spark a fight with her just like lighting a match.            Leo smiled. His smile was victorious. For the first time in forever, he had won a fight with Rhella without using that much power during the encounter. All he used was his tongue and eyes and stone-cold face.            He spotted a beautiful wine-red-haired girl who entered his favorite beer house. Leo loved redheaded women. Even in a distance