Warning

"What's wrong?" asked Raiyen.

The Angry Man looked away, unable to meet the Time Mage's gaze. His nervousness piqued Mavislin's interest.

"Nothing, it's just a warning. It's just their nice way of not interfering. Let's get some rest," said Baldwin, leaning against the Puka.

It had been only two hours since sunset, which allowed the entire group to sleep for the rest of the night. The two humans slept soundly while the Time boy dozed off under Mavislin's injured wing.

"Oi, I would like to know why you lied about the warning," asked Mavislin, stroking the Time Boy's fringe.

The Angry Man sighed as he looked at the sleeping Time Mage. He stretched out a toned arm to brush the boy's bangs away from his face.

"There's no way I could tell him that he was a wanted boy," replied the Angry Man.

"What has he gotten himself into again?"

Baldwin shook his head. He looked, worried, to summarize the ocean of emotion within him.

"He isn't just wanted. I am not so sure about the true meaning. I know that the Umbras should not have known the boy's real name," explained Baldwin.

"What's the harm?" asked Mavislin.

"Once they get hold of a name, they can start to devour the person. So I need to get those two back to their rightful Period before the Umbras do. And I have to do it without telling them."

"It would be better off telling him. Then, at the very least, he would know he's in trouble," replied Metria while yawning.

"You've no clue how that Time Boy is. He wants to make things right. He thinks that being the hero is always fun and noble, but life is not so merciful," explained Baldwin.

"Got off that high horse of yours before joining us?" asked Mavislin.

Metria nodded as she sat down next to the two beings. But unfortunately, one could not call them human after the events.

"If the Umbras have his real name, why would they just flash it out for me to decipher?" asked Mavislin, still puzzled.

"A mockery, perhaps?" suggested Metria.

"Honestly, I have no clue why they would do so. But I won't take the risk."

"Did he manage to offend someone in your Time?" asked Mavislin, looking at Metria.

"Well, he did manage to get my fiance angry..."

"You've got a fiance, and yet you'd still flirt with him?!" asked Mavislin, bewildered.

"It's not as if he's yours, right?!"

"Stop yelling; you're making my ears rot with all your bickering," said Baldwin.

The two girls huffed as Raiyen curled against Mavislin.

"So, how did this brat make your fiance angry?" asked Baldwin.

"He played a few tricks here and there... Finally, when my fiance confronted him, he gave an all-out fight. That's when I realized Raiyen was not a normal human."

"He's far from normal."

"So is my fiance. After all, he is a Marquess," boasted Metria.

A blanket of silence covered the group as the Valkyrie continued to recover from the day's events. Then, the Angry Man widened his eyes at the princess.

"Hold on, you are a Princess, right?" asked Baldwin.

"That's right, you are under the house of Dalles?" asked Mavislin.

Metria nodded in silence to both their questions.

"That's odd, shouldn't the house of Dalles function as a noble house? They aren't supposed to be under royalty..."

The Angry Man's eyes bored into the head of the young human.

"You aren't a Dalles, are you," asked Mavislin firmly.

The young girl gripped the hem of her gown in nervousness. She finally gave in as she slammed her fists onto her knees.

"Fine! My true family name is Brodeur. But I was betrothed to marry a Dalles. My parents said it was to tie up loose ends with the few kingdoms nearby..." explained Metria, seemingly upset that the two had uncovered the truth.

"All for peace and prosperity of the family's wealth, am I right?" asked Baldwin.

The princess could only summon a slight nod.

"Stop using that house's name. It's disturbing; it would paint a horrid example for the house of Dalles."

"Are you saying that I'm childish?!"

"No, with your mentality that of a child, you would fail to understand what the family of Dalles truly is. What they are capable of. Who they are. I highly doubt you would know about their background, let alone their true intent of marrying into the family."

"Marrying into that family would mean you could never see the light of day again. The Dalles is a noble family, one of the Kings of the underworld society. No, let me correct myself, the head of Dalles is known as the Marquess of the Underworld," explained Mavislin.

The Angry Man looked fiercely at the princess as the Valkyrie explained what the house of Dalles truly meant.