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In the history of Attersass, there are numerous strange stories, some beautiful and some tragic. With the advancement of technology and the spread of information, many forgotten past events have been unearthed one by one. Regardless of whether these stories end well or badly, they always find a way to reappear in people's eyes in some form. Some of these stories with educational significance are more likely to become topics for teaching and be passed down through generations. Especially the origin story of the sage Theodore, where Cyclone Theodore, as the hero of Allen and the sage Theodore, has left behind many fascinating stories that have been adapted into novels.

However...

Compared to the sage stories familiar to future generations, his secrets are even more diverse. The legend of the seven wives, the tale of seven cities in one night, there are countless versions and interpretations. Even according to the interview with the librarian of the national library of Allen city at that time, the past that made Cyclone Theodore smile nostalgically was just brushed off with a smile. What is the truth of the matter in reality? What happened that night? No one can explore the truth eventually. It's only afterwards, according to the diary of the hero of the holy city, Alexander, to analyze. It was an event that couldn't be expressed in words.

"[What happened today, I better keep it in my heart.]"

With this simple sentence, December 25, 502 in Attersass was shrouded in a mysterious veil. The sun had risen, its rays streaming in from the window. The cold days continued, but the heavy snow had yet to arrive. Even though the icy wind blew outside, Cyclone felt an overwhelming warmth within. In his slumber, he was nudged by something. Waking from fatigue, Cyclone sat up, stretched lazily, and only then opened his eyes.

Before him was a paradise on earth. His left hand felt someone's chest, his right hand someone's thigh. The left was soft, the right was smooth. As his vision returned to normal, Cyclone saw it – the glorious feats he had written down, seven beauties, and a large bed. Not only were their clothes incomplete, but they were scattered all around the room. Yuna sat up, leaning against Cyclone's chest.

"You're awake?"

"Yes, my dear Yuna."

"Really, last night was too much, wasn't it? ♡"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it was nothing, just average."

While Cyclone played it cool, he lifted Yuna's chin. Taking aim, he kissed her. It was a deep kiss filled with love, their morning ritual. It was inviolable. But precisely at that moment, another person sat up.

"You... you..."

Hilmirya woke up, recalling the events of being forcefully pushed the previous night, her hands trembling with the desire for revenge.

"Is it you? The companion?"

However, just as Cyclone was figuring out how to evade Hilmirya's attack, Elyse behind Cyclone also sat up. Pointing at Hilmirya, she seemed delighted as if recognizing a familiar face.

"Have you two met before?" Yuna inquired.

"Yep~ I met her when I was escaping from my brother's pursuit and we came to Kakarl together," Cyclone explained.

"Oh," they both replied.

Cyclone and Yuna were at a loss for words, but Hilmirya took action as they looked at Elyse.

Ignoring the sleeping figure on the bed, Hilmirya crawled straight towards Cyclone.

However, in her scramble, she accidentally ended up crushing Eileen beneath her.

Eileen cried out in pain, waking her up.

At the same time, the just-awakened Little Dragon caught hold of Hilmirya beside him.

"Hey, be more careful~"

But Hilmirya paid no attention to this feeble warning and instead retaliated with a slap against Little Dragon.

Cyclone, Yuna, and Elyse watched on.

"You?!" Little Dragon immediately struck back.

With tears in her eyes from being slapped, Hilmirya glared furiously at Cyclone again.

"...Just so you know, it wasn't me who hit you!" Cyclone spoke up, but before Hilmirya could retort, a powerful force burst in from the side.

A slender sword pointed towards Cyclone, and had Yuna not summoned her scythe in time to block it, Cyclone's head would have rolled off long ago.

Sophiel remained silent, watching Cyclone intently.