Chapter 10: Trust, Fortune, and Bad Coffee

Astral Plane: Corrin's Castle

3rd person P.O.V.

A few hours have passed since Inigo, Owain, Severa, and Colt agreed to join Corrin in her quest to stop Anankos from achieving his goal of engulfing the world she knew in chaos. After speaking with her nohrian sibling's retainers; she discovered that in order to slay Anankos: she would need the power from the other four sacred weapons, but that would be easier said than done. While her nohrian family would be willing to help her given that they are aware of the situation; convincing her hoshidan family would prove to be far more difficult, especially after her sudden departure from the palace.

Corrin decided to discuss the matter with Azura as they walked through the castle yards:

"If we intend to band both royal families together to help fight against his forces, then we must first stop this war between Nohr and Hoshido." Azura stated before explaining further: "Garon must be stopped, or at the very least subdued."

"I know, I'm just wondering how we'll be able to convince Xander and the others that nothing remains of the father that they once knew. I honestly doubt they'll believe us unless we could somehow show them." Corrin stated as she continued: "Before my memory returned to me, mother had asked me to take a seat on the throne back in Shirasagi. She said that it contained powerful, magical properties of the first dragons that could restore the true form and mind of an individual."

"Surely you aren't suggesting-" Azura started only to be stopped by Corrin.

"No, of course not. I just thinking if we had something like that at our disposal that could force Garon to show his true form, then we would be able to show my siblings in Nohr the truth about him."

"…We actually do."

"What?" Corrin said, surprised by this new information.

"My song…" Azura started: "The lyrics in my song hold very powerful magic. Magic that I know is capable of dispelling the dark powers used by him. If I'm able to get close enough for him to hear it, I could use the song to force Garon to reveal his true form to Prince Xander and the others."

Corrin was silent at this. At first, she was ecstatic to know that they actually DID have a method to reveal who or what Garon actually is, until she noticed the way azura was acting after she told her. She appeared conflicted.

"Something tells me there's more to this song than you're letting on, Azura." She pointed out to the blue-haired princess who looked slightly depressed.

"The song…causes me pain when I use it to dispel his magic. If I use too much: the pain could kill me…Just as it did with my mother." Azura admitted.

"I see…In that case: we'll find another way." Corrin stated, surprising Azura.

"But-"

"This isn't up for discussion, Azura. I swore I would stop Anankos from destroying this world, but I refuse to allow anyone to forfeit their life in the process. We'll find another way" Corrin declared.

For a moment; Azura was silent, but soon smiled at the words the person in front of her spoke, this person she could honestly call her friend. "Corrin…Thank you." She said gratefully. Corrin nodded her head before speaking once more: "We should discuss the plan with the others once they've become acquainted with the astral plane."

Astral Plane: Lilith's Shrine

Lilith's P.O.V.

"Why are you here?"

That was the demand of the grey-haired outworlder known as Laslow. He, along with his compatriots had decided to confront me within my shrine. Their eyes held nothing but contempt and distrust, and given the circumstances between the four of us: I could not fault them for having such feelings.

From the day I defied father and left Valla, I knew that I would encounter these three individuals again someday; it was only a matter of time. I was discovered and recognized by the dark mage of the group. He wasted no time informing his friends of my presence, which brings us to this unwanted situation.

"Have you come to sabotage our mission? To see that Lady Corrin's quest to defeat her father, your father results in failure?"

"…No, that is not why I am here. On the contrary, I have actually come to assist my sister, and to an extent, you three as well." I calmly replied.

That response seemed to catch them off guard if not for a few brief seconds. I proceeded to continue.

"Shortly after you were sent to Nohr, I was prepared to execute my father as I was ordered to. But despite my best efforts, I found myself unable to do so. In my moment of weakness, my father comforted me which I found strange and cruel for him to do."

"And why would it be cruel for him to comfort you?" The dark mage, Odin asked.

"For as long as I can remember, my father was never so…warm to me before. He was cold and demanding. No matter what I did, or how far I went to please him, it made no difference. I continued to receive nothing but indifference from him, so when his soul attempted to comfort me after he sent the three of you away: I became confused and angry. I honestly thought it was some cruel trick, but it wasn't. He showed me genuine kindness to me in his last moments."

"Last moments? You mean he is...?" Owain questioned the dragon.

"Yes…" Lilith responded in low, sorrowful voice before she continued: "For disobeying his orders to eliminate my father's soul, his draconic form unleashed a barrage of power in an attempt to kill me as punishment for my actions. Despite my pleas to escape, my father's soul shielded me from the attack, but at the cost of his own life…"

The astral dragon was now on the verge of tears as she recounted her true father's passing.

"He apologized for causing me pain and sorrow, even though he was not responsible for the actions of his dragon form. He died in my arms with a smile that was filled with sorrow and regret. To see watch helplessly as the last remnant of my father's true nature disappeared from this world caused me immeasurable grief, but in the midst of that pain, I realized something: I still had Corrin, my last and only family in this world."

She looked at the trio before speaking once again.

"You asked me why it is that I am here. My answer is this: I swore I would do whatever it takes to protect my sister, even if it costs me my own life." Lilith answered sternly.

Inigo, Owain, and Severa all shared at each other with a look of silent contemplation before looking back at Lilith.

"Your father wanted us to help Lady Corrin defeat his other self when the time came. If you truly have had a change of heart, and wish to help her as well, then I am willing to let to let bygones be bygones." Inigo said.

"I as well. While we may have been previous enemies in the past, we must now be comrades in the present." Owain stated boisterously.

"With that said however, if you attempt to lead Lady Corrin astray in any way: we will ensure you suffer dearly for it." Severa stated with her arms crossed.

Lilith smiled. She was thankful that the three outworlders before her believed her words and were willing to trust her, despite their past conflicts with each other.

"Thank you for giving me a second chance." She said as she bowed her head slightly in gratitude. "I'll do everything I can to help both you and my sister defeat my father."

Astral Plane: Mess Hall

3rd person P.O.V.

Within the mess hall, the courier could be found sitting on a stool at the counter, steadily sketching a faceless in a notebook that had certainly seen fairer times. He also had a cup of coffee he had made for himself by using some coyote chew and mesquite pods. The drink itself was bitter and unpleasant to ingest, but it kept him focused so he could concentrate on tasks like sketching or working on complicated equipment like energy weapons and such.

'Hm…I know I can drop these guys fast, but I want to know if I can kill them in a way that will cost me little to no ammo.' Colt thought to himself before he began to hear footsteps behind him.

He turned to see Jakob with a basket of ingredients at his side. They both stared at each other in brief silence before Jakob proceed to go behind the counter and stock the cupboards with the supplies. Colt simply shrugged his shoulders before returning to his sketching. Neither saying a word to each other until Jakob took a glance at the faceless drawing.

"Impressive." He suddenly said causing Colt to look at him with confusion.

"Pardon?"

"Your drawing. You've obviously put a considerable amount of detail into it." Jakob explained. "I would have never expected someone like you to possess such penmanship."

The courier simply rolled his eyes in response to the nohrian butler's comment.

"Well, I'm sure you've heard the old saying about judging a book by it's cover." Colt said as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I must ask though: out of all the creatures in the world to sketch, why would you choose something as unsightly as a faceless?" The nohrian butler asked with mild intrigue.

Colt didn't say anything. He closed his book, and handed it to Jakob so he could see what the title of the book said:

"Wasteland Fauna: What to Expect, and How to Survive." Jakob read out loud as he began to flip through the pages, becoming slightly more perturbed with each entry he examined.

"As you can see, this book contains a number of various creatures I've had the misfortune of tangling with back home." Colt stated as he retrieved his book from Jakob. "With each encounter, I make it a priority to document how much of a threat the creature can be in a fight. I also make notes of which methods and what weapons are best to use when dealing with them."

Jakob let out a small, impressed hum before speaking: "I must say, I'm a bit surprised. I originally had you pegged for a violent oaf with a penchant for liquor and bare-knuckle bar fights."

"Suppose I can't blame you. Especially after that whole ruckus I caused back there in that city. Heh, I imagine I've got a bit of a bounty on my head for it, huh?" Colt inquired as he took another sip of coffee.

"Indeed. Although a 'bit' would not due your bounty proper justice. Combining the property damage, the injuries the city guards sustained when attempting to detain you, and the eagerness of the nobleman, who's arm and nose you broke, to have your head adorning a pike: you managed to garner yourself an impressive bounty of four hundred and thirty-five gold pieces."

Colt nearly choked on his coffee when he heard the silver-haired butler's make his statement. He was expecting a large amount, but not that large of an amount.

"FOUR HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE GOLD PIECES?! YOU GOTTA BE SHITTING ME!" he practically screamed as Jakob winced from the noise.

"No, I am not shitting you…" Jakob huffed as he then held his chin for moment of contemplation. "In fact, now that I think more of it, they actually added sixty-five extra pieces after you escaped from your cell." Jakob replied as he glanced at the courier's empty mug with curiosity. "What was that? Was that coffee?"

"I've got a bounty of five-hundred gold pieces on my head…Hot damn, that's probably worth more than what the legion was willing to offer for my head." Colt huffed to himself while rubbing his face before he realized Jakob had asked him a question: "Sorry. You say something just now?"

"Yes." An annoyed Jakob answered as he tapped the empty mug of black coffee. "Where did you make this?"

Colt gave the silver-haired retainer a quizzical look before he pointed towards the pot that sat on the stove behind the butler. Jakob then proceeded to pour some for himself before tasting it. His reaction to the beverage was instantaneous, with a rather undignified spit take followed by a violent coughing fit before he turned his attention to Colt once again, who was watching the spectacle with slightly raised eyebrows.

"WHAT IN THE BLUE BLAZES IS THIS?!" he shouted at the courier.

"Uh…Coffee?" Colt replied, somewhat intimidated by the usually calm Jakob's sudden outburst.

"Coffee?! Are you daft?! This…This substance is so foul, it would be considered a crime to compare it to ANY proper beverage, much less coffee! By the gods, you have somehow managed to create the worst cup of black coffee I have ever had the displeasure of having slithered down my throat!" Jakob scolded to the courier. "Just what did you use to make this terrible concoction?!"

"Oh, just some coyote tobacco chew ground up with some honey mesquite pods. They were about to go bad soon, so I figured I'd put them to use." Colt responded which caused Jakob to scrunch his face up in disgust as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Seeing the butler in a clearly upset state, the courier decided now would be the ideal time to leave.

"Well, I suppose I should be going now. Nice talking to you, Jakob." He said as he attempted to leave the building, but was stop when he felt the butler's hand grip his shoulder tightly.

"You're not going anywhere." The silver-haired butler stated with a cold edge in his voice. "You're going to stay here so I can show how to make proper coffee instead of that horrible rubbish."

"…You can't be serious."

"As a heart attack."

"You know, I didn't force, or even ask you to try it. You did that to yourself." Colt reminded.

"Be that as it may, I'm not about to risk you making another batch of that revolting mixture for any poor, unfortunate soul in the near future. Now… sit back down before I feel the need to resort to drastic measures." Jakob demanded as he tightened his grip on the wastelander's shoulder.

'Why me?' The courier thought to himself in dismay.

Kingdom of Izumo

The kingdom of Izumo. A luxuriant and peaceful country that is known for its excellent healers. Much like the Fire Tribe, Wind Tribe, and the Mokushu, Izumo is an independent nation despite residing in the Hoshidan continent. The kingdom shows nothing, but hospitality to all who visit, regardless of their nationality. Although it is indeed considered a kingdom, it is not ruled by a King, but rather an archduke by the name of Izana.

The archduke of Izumo was…an odd specimen to say the least. Not only was he a direct descendent of the gods, but his appearance was one that exemplified the very definition of serenity. Many would assume he is a tranquil man of few words. His personality however, betrays this image that many have understandable imagined him as.

In reality, he is extremely flamboyant, speaks in an unusual manner, will throw extravagant banquets for the simplest of reasons, and he always greets his guests with a cheerful, how-do-you-do demeanor. Today seemed like it was going to be another usual day for the archduke, between grooming his hair and relaxing in the hot springs, but to his delight, a guest had come to pay him a visit.

It was Queen Mikoto herself, along with both her youngest and eldest daughters.

"Ahh! Welcome, Queen Mikoto! Welcome to Izumo, and to my manor!" Izana greeted with his arms extended in a welcoming manner. "How nice of you and your children to drop by! Come in and make yourselves at home."

"Thank you, Lord Izana. I apologize for coming here on such a notice." Mikoto apologized as the archduke waved his hand dismissively.

"oh, there's need for apologies." Izana chirped before continuing: "I do so enjoy surprises. They make the day more exciting if you asked me. Would you and your daughters care for some tea? I myself could go for something to wet my whistle"

The Queen nodded her head as the archduke skipped off to have tea prepared, leaving the three, hoshidan royals alone to themselves.

"That's the archduke of Izumo? He's nothing at all what I imagined him to be." Hinoka stated bluntly.

"Well, he's quite friendly." Sakura stated as well.

"Indeed, and while he may act rather…enthusiastic. He is still the leader of this kingdom, so be sure to show him the proper respect he is due." Mikoto instructed to her children.

"Yes, mother." They both replied before Izana returned with a servant carrying a tea tray.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. I grabbed some snacks on the way back here." The archduke stated as he handed cups of tea to the hoshidan royals before speaking once again: "So, what brings you all the way out here to Izumo? No, wait! Let me guess…You've come to enjoy the hot springs?"

"No."

"I see…You've come get a new dress?"

"No."

"Hmm… I know! You've come for a fortune!"

"No, we've-" Mikoto started before realizing what Izana just said: "Actually…yes, we have indeed come for a fortune."

"Hahaha! Yes, third time's always the charm! So, what's concerns do you have about the imminent future, your grace?" The archduke inquired as Mikoto began to answer.

"I wish to know what has become of my daughter, Corrin. I would like to know where she might be, and if she is well." Mikoto responded with a sullen voice. "If it is within your ability, Lord Izana."

"Hmm. Well, I'm certain that can be arranged, but since I've probably never met this girl before, I'm going to need a bit of a description before we can get the ball rolling." Izana stated.

Mikoto gave the archduke of Izumo a brief description of Corrin. Once he received the description he needed, Izana prepared what he needed before he began to chant as his body glowed.

"Oh, ancient gods…How's it going? I ask that you please show me the fate of a young woman.… Uhp! I'm getting an image! … I see your daughter, safe and sound. She appears to be chatting with a blue-haired maiden."

"That must be Azura. Can you hear what they're talking about?" Hinoka asked.

"Ehhh, only bits and pieces. The names Xander and Garon come up, as well as something about a 'True form'." Izana replied to the elder princess before his body suddenly ceased to glow.

"Phew… I'm afraid that's about all I can tell you. Wherever you daughter is, it's somewhere pretty well hidden. I had to put more effort in keeping focus on this fortune than usual because of it." Izana stated wearily.

"I see… Well, in any case, thank you for giving me some insight on my daughter's condition, Lord Izana. I apologize for coming on such short notice." Mikoto said as she bowed her head in gratefulness.

"Oh, think nothing of it! I'm glad that you decided to pay me, as well as Izumo, a visit. I haven't had such a pleasant time since I met that strange nohrian at the market place the other day."

"A strange nohrian?" Mikoto stated with piqued interest.

"Yep! I bumped into him in this neat, little shop filled with all sorts of interesting trinkets and baubles. I found him to be quite the character as we look at all the knick-knacks. There was only thing I didn't like about him." Izana stated with a slight frown near the end of his sentence.

"And what was that, Lord Izana?" Sakura asked in curiosity.

"His hair." Izana replied sharply.

"His hair?" Hinoka reiterated with a confused expression.

"Oh, it was just simply awful to look at! Never had I seen such a poorly tended head of hair in my entire life. It was so dry and brittle looking, and the color; it was as if it was left out to the mercy of the sun itself!" Izana cry out in remorse as the three hoshidan royals sweat-dropped slightly at the archduke's antics.

"I was surprised it still clinged to him. I kept insisting that he let me help bring some life and style back into it, but he was about as stubborn as they come!"

The arch-duke then scrunched his face up as he began to speak in a rough, western accent: "Quit pestering me about my hair! It's fine just the way it is, ya crazy loon."

"Eventually, he left not long after saying he had some important business to help take care of with some friends of his. I wonder what he might be doing right now?" Izana asked in his usual tone of voice.

Meanwhile, in the Astral Plane.

"No, no, this is a failure as well." Jakob declared as he set the cup back down on the counter.

"What do you mean it's a failure?! I made it exactly the way you did!" Colt exclaimed as Jakob released a hmph at the courier's words before explaining.

"No, you didn't. If you had, you would have actually made a cup that was worth a damn by now. Now, are there any questions you'd like to ask me before I explain, in detail, what you did wrong again?" The silver-haired butler asked plainly.

"Why yes, there is. Are you always-" Colt began to say before he suddenly stopped and covered his face lightly with his hand. This caught Jakob's attention.

"Is something the matter?" the butler asked as the courier uncovered his face and lightly tapped his nose before answering.

"No, just felt like I was about to sneeze for second there." He sniffed a few times before speaking again. "Guess someone must be talking about me."

The nohrian butler rolled his eyes at the messenger's assumption.

"I wouldn't be surprised given how popular you've become in the past, few days." Jakob snarked before giving the courier a small glare. "Now, what was it you were going to say to me before you came to a halt?"

"Ugh. It doesn't matter." Colt replied wearily. "Let's just get back to work so we can put an end to this horrible experience."

"For once, we are in agreement."

Back to Izumo

"I-I see. In any case…" Mikoto started. "Thank you for your help today, Izana. I am truly grateful for it."

"Not a problem at all, your majesty. It's always a pleasure to help someone out!" Izana chirped as Queen Mikoto, Hinoka, and Sakura proceeded to take their leave. As they made their way through Izumo, they were approached by Ryoma and Takumi.

"Ryoma, how did your meeting with Chieftain Fuga go?" Mikoto asked as her eldest son.

"The meeting went rather well, I suppose. While he made it clear that the wind tribe would remain neutral in this conflict, he did offer to help us search for Corrin and Azura." Ryoma explained before continuing. "How did your meeting with Lord Izana go? Well, I hope?"

"Yes, it did. Izana was able to tell us what he could about Corrin and Azura's current conditions." Mikoto answered.

"Truly? What was he able to tell you? Was he able to pinpoint their location?" Ryoma asked eagerly.

"Sadly no, he was unable to pinpoint where they were exactly. Wherever they are, they're somewhere that is able to hinder even his clairvoyance." The raven-haired Queen answered. "Despite this, he was able to affirm us that wherever they are: they are safe and sound."

Ryoma released a sigh of relief. While he was disappointed that they were no closer to finding Corrin and Azura, he was still relieved and grateful to know that they were both alright. The same could not be said for Takumi however, as the younger, hoshidan prince showed little to no relief in the news about his currently estranged sister's whereabouts.

This didn't go unnoticed by the Queen.

"Takumi? Is something amiss?" Mikoto asked as her son looked at her with the most apathetic look, she had ever seen him express.

"Nothing's wrong, mother. I'm just a little…tired is all." The young prince said before he visibly winced as he rubbed his forehead in attempt to provide some comfort to himself.

"Are those headaches still ailing you? Didn't Yukimura give you some medicine to help with them?" Ryoma asked as his brother shook his head before speaking.

"He did, but they only worked for half an hour than they were supposed to." He replied.

"Perhaps we should have a healer tend to you before we leave Izumo." Mikoto suggested.

"No, that won't be necessary. I think all I need is some rest and I should be fine." Takumi declined as Ryoma approached him before speaking.

"These headaches have been plaguing you for some time now. If they persist, they might have the potential to become a great hinderance on the battlefield." Ryoma stated as he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder before continuing: "Maybe we should see a-".

"I just told you; I don't NEED a damn healer!" Takumi snapped as he smacked his brother's hand off his shoulder, which shocked his mother and siblings who stared at him as he gritted his teeth like a snarling dog.

"I can fight just as well as you can, brother! As any you! All I need is some rest and some silence, and I'll be fine! I don't need any of you looking down on me just because of something so insignificant as headache!" Takumi angrily stated before he saw the faces of his family who stared at him with several, evident emotions: surprise, concern, sadness, and an underlying hint of fear.

Seeing as how he had unnerved them with his sudden outburst; the hot-headed, hoshidan prince took a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-." He attempted to apologize with a tone damp with guilt. "I'm sure I'll be okay if I just get some rest, and if that doesn't work out then I'll see a healer immediately."

As he turned to leave, he spoke one last time: "I'll stay in Izumo for tonight, and return once I'm back to feeling myself again."

And with that, the young prince left his family in a more worried state than they were before. Once enough distance was made between them, Mikoto turned to Ryoma before speaking.

"How long has he been like this?" she said as her elder son shook his head with closed eyes.

"A few days now it seems. At first, it didn't seem like such an issue, but as time passed, it appeared to get progressively worse. Both Hinata and Oboro have attested to having witnessed Takumi show signs of increased aggression as the headaches became more prevalent and intense." Ryoma explained as Mikoto put some thought in her son's words.

'…If that's true, then that would mean Takumi has been suffering from these headaches not long after Corrin disappeared from the castle, but could that have really triggered this much pain' The hoshidan Queen thought to herself as she watched her troubled son disappear into the distance.

"I've never seen him this irate before. Sure, he's got a temper, but he's always been pretty good at keeping it in check." Hinoka stated before looking at Ryoma. "You think he's going to be okay?"

Ryoma let out a heavy, frustrated sigh before answering his sister's question with the only answer he could offer honestly.

"For his sake…I can only hope for the best."

Astral Plane: Corrin's Castle

Inside her treehouse, Corrin was currently having a conversation with Azura about how they will convince their nohrian siblings to take up arms against Garon. While the king of Nohr may be a bloodthirsty imposter that was likely under the command of the silent dragon himself, in the minds of the rest of the royal family of Nohr: this was still their father they were talking about. If there was to be any chance of Xander and the others helping them defeat Garon, then they would need to be shown some proof that the nohrian king was no longer the man they called father.

At some point during their planning, Corrin began to notice how anxious Azura became when the topic of meeting up with Xander and others. She tried asking Azura about if there was something wrong, but the songstress just waved it off as unimportant. The crimson-eyed princess didn't believe her. Something was troubling Azura about this meet up and she wanted to know what it was and why.

However, a knock on her door was heard before she could attempt to inquire any further on the issue. Deciding to confront the matter later, she proceeds to address her visitors.

"Come in!" She announced to the door before it proceeded to open. Revealing Inigo, Owain, and Severa. All three retainer made their way towards the two princesses. Inigo was the first to greet them.

"Good evening, Lady Corrin." He looked to the side to face Azura. "and good evening to you as well, Lady Azura."

The blue-haired songstress simply nodded her head in response to the gray-haired swordsman's greeting.

"So, what brings you three here at this hour? We thought everyone else had turned in for the night. Is there something you need?" Corrin asked the three retainers. Severa then proceeded to answer for her friends and herself.

"Not exactly, we just wanted to come and tell you a few things before tomorrow's trip back to Nohr. For starters, we just sent a message to Lord Xander and the others about our mission, so by the time we reach the rendezvous point, they should hopefully be there waiting for us." Severa stated, showing a small smile before continuing. "I'm sure they'll be happy to see you again, safe and sound. Especially Lady Camilla and Lady Elise."

Corrin smiled at Severa's words. She knew her nohrian siblings have no doubt been troubled by her disappearance since the incident at the Bottomless Canyon. It would wonderful to see them again after all that has happened.

"I see. Thank you for that. Even though it may have been something you were instructed to do, it was still a nice thing for you three to do, so again, thank you." Corrin said as she looked at the three retainers before her. "Um, there's something I wanted to ask you three."

The three retainers gave her an odd look before Severa decided to ask.

"And what would that be?"

"I know you told us your real names, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me still calling you by your other names instead." Corrin admitted. "It's just that I've grown so use to your old names that it feels kind of weird call you by anything else." The trio glanced at each other, shrugging before Owain spoke.

"We wouldn't mind that in the slightest, your highness. To be honest, I myself have grown quite fond of the name Odin Dark." Owain announced proudly while Inigo made a small chuckle, and Severa merely sighed. Corrin laughed at the blond's fervor before she noticed Azura making her way towards the door. "Heading off to bed, Azura?"

The stoic princess turned to face Corrin.

"No, not yet… I was just going to take a short stroll and get some fresh air before I turned in for the night." She turned back around towards the door. "I hope you all have a good night's sleep."

With that said, Azura left the treehouse without another word. Leaving the other occupants to themselves.

"Is there something wrong with lady Azura? She seemed a little frustrated" Inigo carefully asked. Corrin shook her head at his question before answering.

"She's…actually, nevermind. I don't think it would be in my place to tell you. Anyways, wasn't there something else you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Oh right, yes." Inigo started. "The second matter we wished to speak to you about is Courier Six."

Well, that about does it for chapter 10.

To all of my readers who still follow this story, I apologize for taking so long to post a new chapter. I'm not dead nor do I plan to quit this story. Y'all know how it is: one thing after another. Hopefully this chapter will be enough to keep you guys entertained. To be honest, when I started this story, I really didn't expect it to gain so much traction the way it did. I figured the most I'd get was few Favs/Follows, not over a hundred. Regardless though, I really am grateful for it.

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