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Chapter VI

Not a day since his rebirth—or more fittingly, the return of his soul into his mortal vessel—, already he had encountered six women with lovely figures and interesting personalities (he meant it). Well, two of them were already demoted to a pile of ash, and he had acquired one's body and growing affection... the remaining three were still viable candidates nonetheless.

Although, this latest candidate seemed like she wanted to go home and forget everything rather than sleeping with him. This Valkyrie appeared confident, but Lucifer knew, she was much, much, much more frightened of him than she was showing.

Dropping the keys and her papers, she darted several paces away from him.

And that was exactly what he did not want. Her being threatened and then threatening him for unintentionally threatening her.

"Oh, come on! Not this again..." Lucifer threw his hands in the air, fed up, taking her aback as she mistook it as a way of devising his magic power.

She cast a casting a slowly-rotating magic sigil in front of her, glowing bright purple in color.

Lucifer, not amused, simply ignored it. "Must everybody get restless when I show a teensy wee bit of surprise? Won't anyone have a chat with me without having to treat me like some sort of a lose criminal?"

His easygoing smile did not assure her. He knew too much. "You... how do you know my name?" Rossweisse demanded. Her voice was anything but confident. "Who are you? Are you a Devil?"

"Wished you ask me different questions than to those I've been hearing lately," Lucifer grumbled with much resentment, though still in his chipper singsong tone, "but it's fine, it's fine."

He paused, and then smacked his lips. "Do you know Hyoudou Issei? You know; the boy that sits at the back of the class, the boy that kept getting onto troubles with those kendo girls... or any female students in general. Surely you've heard of him at least once a day."

She lowered her eyebrows, but not her defense. "Every teacher knows him... How do you know him?"

"Who wouldn't." Lucifer raised a playful eyebrow and a grin. "Because I was him. Just not in the most technicality of senses… I was stuck with being him, in a way, although it doesn't mean I am him or if I'm responsible for his actions. Or maybe I am him... wait…" he received an odd look as he furrowed his brows, evidently confused, until he shook his head. "Well let bygones be bygones. He's dead anyway.."

Now Rossweisse was scared of him for his mental health.

Nonetheless, Lucifer was quick to recover like his perpetual tightlipped smirk-smile. "So~ how's the old toot doing? Is he dead? Did he maybe get another eye? Or did he get another eyepatch instead?" he sniggered. "Now that's a fun thought... picture the Allfather… blind as a bat… heh."

Her eyes narrowed. It appeared his method was not working. "You know Odin…? How- why do you know so much?"

"At least answer some of my questions, yikes." The young bloke teased, walking over to her with a relaxed yet methodical gait. In response, Rossweisse created a sphere of light. It wasn't as pure as an angel's holiness, nor was it stronger than a fallen angel's lightspear or carried malice.

"Please. No violence." But even if it did, it would hardly scare Lucifer. "You dropped these, by the way."

Without moving a muscle, he levitated the papers and the keys off the floor, and wafted them smoothly across the air, stopping as her barrier prevented them from going further. Lucifer could've force them through, ruining her spell with a simple flick of a finger, but that also would ruin his chances with her and cause her to freak out.

He waited. "Please." he ushered, "I mean no harm. How can I harm this school's most excellent and youngest teacher?"

Reluctantly, Rossweisse grasped the flying objects, and withdrew inside her barrier. "How did you know about all of this? Who are you? How do you know who I am?"

"Ah, yeesh." Lucifer rolled his eyes and walked to his side. He rested against a window. "Is this how my night is going to be? Another tedious interrogation? Alright... I'll play along." Since she was pretty and cute. "But promise me you'll answer mine in exchange, yes? You can still keep your keys and those papers regardless."

Rossweisse considered his words. No guarantee he was trustworthy, and his answers to her questions were dubious at best. Vague and craftily constructed. The wise choice would be to escape, but that would mean an end to her job and a long time of getting chastised for her failure.

Against her better judgement, she chose to stay. "Alright..."

"Excellent!" Lucifer beamed a smile. It scared her how laidback he was when she felt like hanging on a thread. "Like I said, I figured you'd be a valkyria by seeing your 'floating light' earlier. I would've guessed you're a Wizard, Rosie, if I didn't know a Norse magic if I see one."

He's more perceptive than she gave him credit for. Those weren't just baseless guesses.

"Right then, back to my original question; is that relic doing fine?"

"...'Relic'?"

"Mhmm. Yes. Relic. Artifact." Lucifer affirmed, "Isn't your boss is like... you know; old. Smelled like dirt. Looked like Gandalf on crack. He has an eyepatch, and—"

"...Odin?"

He shot back her look of astonishment. "You don't? Odin? Odin Allfatter? Isn't he your boss or some of the sort?"

There was an urge to correct him, or even reprimand him, but presently, Rossweisse thought it was best to not to. "I... I do..." She said, reservedly.

"Well then how is he doing, dear Valkyrie." Lucifer said. He had no pressure on his voice, almost as if the answer won't bother him in any cases.

She hesitated, but she supposed saying how her master's condition won't hurt. "He's... fine."

"Is he now." Lucifer tilted his head, sounding disappointed. "Shame." he propped himself off his leaning spot, and continued before Rossweisse could ask him what he meant. "Right then, your turn."

Rossweisse paused for a moment, staring at him to try to figure out who he was—she hadn't much luck.

"...Hyoudou Issei..." she began. "He... he's found... dead this morning." Lucifer noted the spark of grief in her eyes. It seemed the boy was not completely loathed by everyone. Then again, he was dead. Anyone with some decency would at least feel sorry for him. "...You said you were him. And you even said I'm your teacher."

He bobbed his head. "Mhmm, mhmm. Well, you were."

"...Are you... his killer?"

Lucifer straightened his shoulders, looking almost offended but more disappointed. "How did you come into that conclusion then?" it was said rhetorically. "No, Missy, I did not kill him. I haven't killed any humans. Killing those ants leaves a bad taste. I have standards you know? But let's not fuss over the small things... It's er... time-wasting."

The way he worded his statement suggested her that he was a killer. Potentially, a supernatural murderer. Rossweisse shifted her legs, preparing to fight or flee. Probably fight.

He clicked his tongue. "So. What's a Valkyrie doing around here? I thought you Northerners hated the Devils? Or did I miss something important happening in the past?"

Rossweisse went quiet, looking at him with distrust and wariness in her eyes.

The young fellow would not take silence as an answer when she knew the answer. "Come on! It is my turn to ask and your turn to answer."

Nonchalantly, he walked towards her.

Rossweisse grudgingly backpedaled. He was smiling, but it was no longer charming. It was like the smile of a dashing psychopath whose smile couldn't be trusted. She did not like his lack of tension or his confidence. It was as though this was too natural for him that it appeared unnatural.

Seeing her only distancing herself away from her, making his approach meaningless, Lucifer stopped in his tracks. And so did Rossweisse. He gave her a 'are you kidding me?' expression with slouched shoulders, and then raised his hand, and flicked his fingers in a 'come here' gesture.

Her barrier shattered like a mirror.

An invisible force pushed her forward. It wasn't the wind, she just flew. Her expression of panic mildly amused him as Rossweisse gasped, and hurriedly chanted a few spells but to no avail. The spells wouldn't come out no matter how desperate she was. Years of studying, memorizing, even improving the hexes, yet she couldn't use any of them at this crucial time.

He stopped her several feet away, as it was only meant to show her that the only thing she could do was to comply and hope she could walk away unharmed, and he figured he had succeeded as she was watching him with a face full of terror.

"Please don't be alarmed." Lucifer smiled, letting her regain control of her body while she kept staring at him with horror. "I just don't like chatting in a distance. It seems... rude." He grimaced. While he would rather skip the fight, that was also a reason. "Well anyway. Where were we again? Ah, right. What you're here for?"

Rossweisse could hear the rapid beating of her heart as her chest tightened. Her breathing was loud and uneven, and she could feel the panicked movements of her eyes. During her training, she was taught fear was just an illusion; a stepping stone to be exploited. That conquering it would make her stronger.

She thought fear was without shape, and most likely without a charming smile or a prominent jaw.

She was faltering, but not quite surrendering.

But her last flicker of hope was wiped away like the violet sparks of her spells that faded almost instantly the moment they appeared.

Lucifer gave her an approving look. "I'm not that interested in your fireworks at the moment, but I do appreciate the show." he smiled, with both his lips and his eyes. "Well then, back to the question. Come on. Chop chop. We could've gotten know each other better by now."

She mustered her courage to ask a single question. "...What's your allegiance... are you with the Devils...?"

"With?" Lucifer arched an eyebrow, before furrowing them both as he contemplated what to say. "Well-ehhh, kind of but not really? I do things for the heck of it." he sniggered proudly. "Alright, that's two answers you owe me now Rosie."

Taking that as a form of subtle warning, Rossweisse took a step back.

"Now, now, before you get the wrong idea; that was not a threat." Lucifer said with his hands gesturing all over, "Nuh-uh. Just a friendly reminder about our little game. Okay?"

She eyed him conspicuously. If he wanted to hurt her, she would've been hurt. Though that scared her, it also eased her that he was not doing anything but trying to talk to her. In fact, this was the first time someone went this far for a chat. She felt a little bit depressed by that.

After a lot of consideration, Rossweisse nodded obediently. "...Okay..."

The way his genuine, relieved, happy bright smile beamed made her heart skipped a beat. But she was unsure if it was due to the surprise such as the suspension bridge effect, or due to the expectation that he was bound to do something to her.

"That's more like it." he said, "My question's still the same, by the way."

And his expectant look was quickly diminished by her unexpected answer.

"...It's... it's classified."

Lucifer's shoulders slumped as he groaned. "Ugh— boring. What are you, the government?" he teased lightly. "Come on. I won't say it to no one. It'll be our 'classified' secret."

Scared as she might be, she's not about to betray those she worked for that easily. "I really can't..."

"Mmmn... must be about the 'devils' isn't it?" Lucifer supposed, and judging by her grim look, he was right. "Oh please, it wasn't that hard to figure out."

She was talented, but she could use a training to not wear her emotions on the sleeves. "Next question." Lucifer said as Rossweisse steeled herself. "Are you seeing someone right now?"

The Valkyrie looked at him, uncertainty and unease in her eyes, the former dominating most of it. "...Seeing someone?"

"Yeah." The bloke said in a chipper voice. "Are you single ready to mingle? Do you have a boyfriend? Anyone who will get pissy if I take you out for some coffee? Yada, yada, yada, do you want to hang out sometimes?"

"...Huh?"

Lucifer paused, confused. "Huh"? Am I still not being clear enough?"

"W-w-wait... what do you mean...?"

"I'm... asking you out?" He wasn't sure anymore, apparently. "...Wait, I am, am I? Fairly sure I am."

"...You're not... you're not..." she was blushing at first, which showed promise. But her expressions suddenly contorted to one of anger. "A-are you trying to use my— m-m-my inexperience against me?!"

And now Lucifer was taken aback. "Whoa... easy there..."

"You already know, didn't you?" She blazed; all traces of fear wiped away. "They must've known so much that they send a handsome, young, wordy man for me to lower my guard and humiliate me right?! Right?!"

Lucifer was wide-eyed, astonished, and for once, at lost for words except one; "What?"

"Oh forget it!" She cried, stomping the ground as she slammed the files over the floor. "All of this is pointless! You don't have to play dumb and might as well end me right now! At least save me some honor!"

She looked so torn it was almost heartbreaking. Lucifer realized it was all just a big misunderstanding on her part, but he also realized she was in a state where he could enter her heart rather easily. And priorities came first. He wasn't sure what her trouble was, but he was pretty sure she just complimented his looks during her outburst.

He knew he was damned attractive, but other's agreements were always welcome.

"Okay, Rosie, you got me. The cat's out the bag, ho-noes." Lucifer said, somehow soothing his tone despite he was making fun of the situation. Slowly, he approached her, noting her trembling was from frustration.

"But at the moment, let's not think about who get who. Why don't we take it easy? Me and you? Just take a deep breath, and—" he inhaled, and then exhaled, "—let go."

Her tears began to well. With a blink, the dam broke. "Great." Rossweisse sniffled as she wiped a stray line of her eye water. "Even my enemy pities me."

"Enemy? Pity?! Oh, dear me!" Lucifer's face was one of miffed expression. "Whatever have I done to you to be considered as one?"

She shot a glare at him. A teary one. "This!" Rossweisse snapped, "This— this whole- charade! I get it, okay? You win! It's your right to rub dirt on me and I can only accept it, but at least please! Can't I get some respect somewhere?!"

And he felt it—her innermost needs. The most likely reason behind her outburst; approval. A desire to be accepted and be seen as worthy.

"Tsk, tsk." Lucifer shook his head with a sympathetic smile, close to a grin, and patted her stiff shoulders, looking right into her eyes. Rossweisse jumped a little, but didn't bother to shake his hands off her or do anything than letting tears flow.

Staring at her dejected eyes, Lucifer proposed an idea.

"My dear, you look and sound like you could use a drink."

Break

The Valkyrie was cooperative, oddly enough, but also understandably enough, silent during the whole barely-ten-seconds trip. Even when Lucifer insouciantly tore open a rift that connected to a place that in another dimension and walked through it and then lending an assuring hand for her, Rossweisse stayed silent. Bitter and grumpy.

Even as she took in the sudden change of backdrop, the moodily-illuminated room shone by speckled bar lights, a certain refined adult air she wasn't accustomed to, scents and hints of various alcohol racked along the walls, glistening their amber liquid, Rossweisse kept her depressed silence.

She remained silent as many curious eyes fell on her and how contrast her appearance was to the mood. Lucifer looked like he had been to pubs and looked eager for another one last dip, while the girl looked like an assistant that had seen parties but was never invited to any, and wanted to drown her sorrow in the right place.

"Whew~ must've been ages since I last been here." Lucifer remarked, smiling as he whiffed in the scent of liquors and the distinguishing smell of the place. He strolled past several red couches, receiving some odd-glances but nothing too concerning. After all, it was in the neutral zone, where everyone minded their own bloody business.

And the place was quiet most of the times. Not a lot of people came by at the same time, which made it perfect for him to spend some uninterrupted heart-to-heart talk with the brooding Valkyrie.

He held her hand as he led the way to the bar, where there was only one server tending the place. A tall, tanned, fine-looking man who understood how to style his pure white hair in a disheveled look without looking homeless, and knew how to dress to impress even at work with just a black vest over a blue dress shirt with rolled sleeves. And a nice white tie tucked between.

Said bartender was presently serving another customer another shot of mixed liquors. Some powerful stuff that had Lucifer's eyes lingered for a moment, until he turned to look at the bartender with a wide smile.

"Good evening, my friend!" Lucifer cheered with no regards to the other patrons, catching the bartender's attention – which then eyed him with slight disbelief, but returned his greeting with a friendly smile and an acknowledging nod.

"Loosh." the young man said. "Been a while."

"Mhmm. Been a while indeed. Far too long to be just a while." the other young man said as he took a seat by the stool. He gestured Rossweisse to sit next to him, which she did without fuss. She held onto her files tightly.

Her apathy was rather depressing, but that didn't get to him. "I see the place's still the same, wonderful sight."

"Been treating me well." the attendant said, "The usual?"

Lucifer nodded. "Good ol' Bijou. And a..." he glanced at the sullen Valkyrie, "What's your poison, Rosie?"

The phrasing startled her. "H-huh...?"

"I'm asking what you want to drink, doll. Tequila? Cocktail? Or maybe even a Piña Colada in the middle of the night?" Lucifer chuckled mildly. "Don't worry. Nobody will judge you for it."

"H-Huh...? O-oh... I... I don't drink..."

A rather mediocre answer, but not unexpected. Lucifer then exchanged a knowing glance with the bartender.

"Rose?" the barman suggested, but to the other young male. Rossweisse mistook it as a call for her name and was a tad bit embarrassed.

"Rose." Lucifer affirmed, and both men nodded in acknowledgment as the young server then swiveled behind his bar, taking out the glassware and the needed ingredients swiftly from the racks.

"So~!" the Devil chirped, placing his elbow on the bar table and a hand below his clean-shaven chin. "What's bugging you?"

The Valkyrie looked at him confusedly, her enflamed eyes starting to swell. "...Huh...?"

Lucifer was considerably patient as a devil, but this clueless 'huh' response of hers was beginning to tick him off. Still, he kept his friendliness. There must be a sacrifice for the greater cause.

"Do you know the best thing about this place? You can share your story without having to worry about a thing!" He exclaimed good-naturedly, smiling brightly at her. "Like, what's your mission, or what made you think I have bad intentions for you."

Rossweisse appeared reluctant as she stole a glance at the bartender, which was shaking and tossing a metal container adeptly.

"Nah, don't worry about him." Lucifer waved a hand dismissively. "You can tell him your deepest, darkest secrets and he'll just say,"

"I know, and I don't care as long as you pay." and the bartender didn't miss a beat as he placed two differently shaped glasses on their part of the table, smiling a reserved professional smile to the two before sauntering to tend other clients in need.

Lucifer sniggered, and gently pushed the shorter glass to her and drew the other to him, placing the stem of the glass between his fingers, cupping the cocktail glass.

Wordlessly, Rossweisse stared at her drink that she didn't order with wonder. It was pink, creamy, and looked like strawberry milk. There was even a half-cut strawberry stuck at the rim of the short tumbler.

"I didn't—"

"Oh please, just have a try." He insisted with an assuring smile, as if ensuring it'd be alright as he proposed a toss. "If you don't like it, then I won't force it to you."

Rossweisse was still reluctant, but he could see the want in her eyes, and he could tell she was wanting to forget everything.

Just a little push. "It's just like strawberry milkshake." to him, at least. He only had plain Tequila Rose once, and the taste was too babyish to him. But he wouldn't deny it was a good starting drink for a beginner. And besides, who wouldn't want a glass of chipper tequila to cheer up?

The two clinked their glasses, him with a smile on his face while Rossweisse was still visibly upset, and was starting to be sobered by embarrassment.

For a while, she stared at the pink beverage with uncertainty, as if knowing she would regret it later but also not having enough resolve to actually drop the drink.

"Go on," Lucifer enforced her, about to take a sip on his own drink. "it's on the house."

"Your house, Luci."

He blatantly ignored the barkeeper. "Don't worry. I swear I won't do anything unpleasant to you no matter how alluring you will be under the influence."

That wasn't so reassuring. Yet Rossweisse tightly shut her eyes, stifled her nose, and took a large gulp.

Clunk! She slapped down the glass.

"Whoa— took it like a champ!" Lucifer cheered, smiling ear to ear. "And you said you don't drink."

"Zis ist unvair!" Rossweisse cried, hard, in English, with a strong Germanic drawl as she slammed her glass on the table.

No patrons gave any mind, as if she wasn't even here.

"Whoa. Okay." But she was certainly here for Lucifer, and her slurred words were quite a shock to him. "That is... unsettling." He cleared his throat. "'Excuse me," the barkeep turned around, "you sure you didn't put anything else in her drink?"

"Not even a rock. Just straightened Tequila." The bartender defended, watching the moonshine silver-haired girl slumped down to her arms, wailing loudly with a flushed face. "Did you not give her a sip of your drink? Clearly she doesn't drink."

"Quite." Lucifer raised his strong alibi; his only-sipped-once glass of the bar's notorious dry gin and green Chartreuse—the bar's specialty and his favorite.

"She only drank her own drink?"

The Devil shrugged defensively. "That's what she had seconds ago."

Rossweisse sobbed louder, and louder as the customers began to look at her with annoyance, and then at the bartender in silent demand and then at Lucifer with silent contempt.

"Ah, well." the young man said, "You know the rules Lucy." The server said dismissively, casually cracking a rift in space and time by popping a portal behind Lucifer. Contrasting to Lucifer, his was perfectly smooth and without sparks around the rim. "Feel free to come again."

Lucifer looked flustered. "Wh— But I just—! I haven't had a— I just got here!"

The bartender showed no mercy on his nonchalant face.

"Ah fine, fine." he gave up, downed his Bijou Cocktail in one go, placing the glass down as he shivered and groaned, savoring the burn in his throat. "Oh— that's a champion that one..."

He tucked his hands between Rossweisse's arms and towed her away, with her still sobbing, limp in his hold like a ragdoll.

The server swooped the empty glassware as he looked at his old pal. "No hard feelings. It's on the house. Since you're back."

"Hey, thanks!" Lucifer smiled, backpedalling inside the gateway, slowly entering the same dark hallway from earlier.

"Nothing for your Old Man?"

"Not at the time—except the rest of my tab!"

And that was the last of their conversation as the doorway spiraled shut like a shutter of a camera, complete with an orange leftover sparks.

Lucifer had an exasperated look on his face while he stared at the long corridor. That was his shortest time yet being in that bar. Hell... that was his shortest time being in any bars, and also his first time getting booted out of the resting place, and by the chilliest entity he knew no less.

"Ah, balls." Suffice to say, in the midst of the Valkyrie's loud wailing which he admitted to be amusing—Lucifer was dissatisfied as he swept his eyes around the dull place. "Dear, dear Rosie... Whatever will I do with you?"

Break

Apparently, move her to Rias' bedroom.

He had left the aircon on, so it was fairly chilly, and he was huddled in the Gremory's affable blanket as he lied like the way his French girls would lay, smirking at the woman pacing in circles, stomping her shoeless feet.

She had her business suit hung on the hanger alongside his, leaving her with a disheveled purple dress shirt that was shades lighter than her suit. Few buttons were undone, and her purple tie was loose. The color scarlet flushed her cheeks and below her sullen eyes. She didn't seem to care about her appearance nor had any sense of shame anymore.

She was drunk—somehow, after just a drink. And drunken people tend to not care about their looks or even anyone's look. They also tend to be amusing as long as they don't throw up near him or in the room where he planned to sleep at.

Therefore, while he was enjoying her amusing tirade, Lucifer was still quite vigilant for that possibility.

"Vat's vith him?!" Rossweisse tossed her hand in the air out of frustration, "Vat's vith zem?! Vat vere zey zinking giffing ein mizion vith zis high of ein risk und riticulously high chance of failure to me?! ME?! Ein ROOKIE?! Can you pelieffe zat! It's like zey vant me to fail!"

Her drawl was... unbelievably pronounced. Despite so, he still could understand her clearly. She wasn't the first Germanic he had spoken to, and she was certainly not the first drunken-speaker he was faced with either. What do you know; spending some life among the murderous apes does have its merits.

Lucifer shook his head understandingly. "Hm. That does doesn't sound anywhere near fair. How horrible were you treated back there?"

"It's horrid!" she lamented, "Nopody—" she hiccupped, "—vants to talks vith me let alone vants to be vith me other zan mein Oma... Und zey don't –hic– pay me enough for zis! Can you pelieffe it? Me, Ein Walküre–hic–, ein protecdor of zee Götter, haffe lower pay zan ein school teacher?! It's not effen near enough for mein efferytay needs!"

The last part was astonishing. Lucifer genuinely felt for her. "Woah. You sound like you need more drinks."

"I need money –hic-, zat's vat!" She blazed, then paused as she looked at him with her glazed eyes. "Vy am I telling you all of zis?!"

"Alright, alright, calm down Rosie. I just want you to know that you haven't failed your mission—whatever that may be, and you just misunderstood me. I'm no spy, though I am a Devil, and the only sides I'm with is my side."

In contrary to his expectations, the Valkyrie looked more distressed. "Vat...? You mean... I'm... Aaaarh! Vy am I zo dumb?!"

"You're not dumb! Nobody said you are!" the Devil realized that his source of amusement was changing to a source of annoyance with her unending self-loathing. "Oh Jesus— be careful with that lamp!"

Rossweisse slumped down in utter disbelief as the realization dawned on her. It was her that jumped into conclusion too fast.

Lucifer made a face, waiting, uneasily as he saw her face knotted, flushing alarmingly red, before she continued her cry as if her brain was being shredded on the inside.

"Christ almighty..." was all he could muster as he crawled off the bed, crouching in front of her. "There there... it's alright."

Softly, he patted her head. Her lavender hair was silky, and up close, the two strands lopping forward were begging to be toyed around. But he held back. "Nobody but us two knows about this. No one else needs to know, am I right? Let's just sleep it out. We'll keep this as our little secret, hm?"

Say what you want, but a person under the influence was like an unmoving prey. The only difference being how much she will fight back, before eventually succumbing to his comfort.

But judging from the way she looked at him as he tipped her chin, not much fight was left in her. "Just between you and me..."

Rossweisse sobbed, sniveling, as then a bright crimson light flooded the entire room in red.

Lucifer looked pleased with the Gremory's arrival. "And her too."

"…Sensei...? ...What's the meaning of this?" Rias groused, glaring at her teacher and him the same way she did the first time he introduced himself. At least, until her face started to be dyed in the color of her hair and her eyes gloss with eye water. "...Why is... why is... why won't anything works out?!"

And another waterworks sprouted.

It seemed he have to comfort two women now. "Ay mio Padre..."

To be continued...