It wasn't until the day after the Three Heroes sealed the Dark Fountain within the church after defeating a Titan that most of the items from the church that made all the darkners of said Dark World were brought over to the school's closet that housed the Castle Town Dark World. Ever since then, the new residents all slotted in nicely. The Bibliox enjoyed conversing and mumbling with the Swatchlings, the Cuptains were everywhere and proved to be really helpful as well as reliable to everyone. However, the most noticeable additions to the Dark World were without a doubt the Mizzles. These water spirits were always making the place livelier with their songs and cheerful voice, not to mention it was always entertaining to see the amount of hijinks that the cuptains often get themselves into trying to praise them or "shield them" from everyone else.

Notably among the Mizzles was Miss Mizzle, a regular Mizzle that received a lot of praise and worship back in her own dark world, leading her to transform into her current form. She was, for a lack of better words, difficult. She always needed the praise, to be perceived as a higher being and for everyone around her to simply admire and appreciate her sheer beauty. She was regal to nobody except herself (and the cuptains) but anyone who dared speak against her actions to put the spotlight on herself was simply shunned by her as nothing but a lowly peasant. How dared they not use their nicest words on such a perfect lady?

Miss Mizzle had just gotten out of the Café after bickering with Tasque Manager yet again, after which she simply headed to the entrance of the Dark Castle and remained front and center in the area, acting as if she was a perfect fountain that automatically improved her surroundings with her purity alone. She often did this, enjoying being able to collect so many praises from the several cuptains that almost always followed her around.

"Hmmph, does that lowly peasant not know who they speak towards? Her audacity should bring shame to her being, for how can someone not recognize purity and elegance such as mine?" She ranted mostly to herself, wanting to simply put all that beneath her and continue as she always has. Remaining in front of the Dark Castle got her a few compliments from some passing darkners, but somehow she felt like it wasn't as much as she deserved for being herself. She was the epitome of purity, anyone not able to recognize that must be blind, is at least what she thought to herself.

A few Mizzles were nearby as well, singing together in choir a little further away, their characteristic touch to all of the town alongside Miss Mizzle's presence certainly giving the entrance a rather holy feeling that was palpable in the air.