A new day dawned over the Roswaal estate.
The morning sun spilled over the hills of Lugunica, washing the white walls of Roswaal’s new manor in gold. After the Witch’s Cult’s defeat and the destruction of the old mansion, Emilia’s camp had finally found stability. This new manor was grander, brighter, and in an arguibly better spot than the last one
Ever since Subaru became Emilia’s knight, the place had rarely been quiet. Visitors came and went, and the household bustled with energy, laughter, and most importantly, unity
Out in the courtyard, Subaru, Garfiel, and Beatrice were already in the middle of their usual morning chaos.
Garfiel: "Yo, Boss! You headin’ to the trainin’ grounds again?" He grinned wide, punching his hands together
Subaru: "Of course, Garf! How else am I supposed to keep Emilia-tan safe and swooning?" He struck a corny pose that made Beatrice roll her eyes.
Beatrice: "Honestly, you’re insufferable in the morning, I suppose." She tugged at his sleeve, as if keeping him from doing something stupid — a full-time job at this point.
Garfiel: "Heh, you tell ’im, lil’ miss. Don’t go droppin’ dead out there again, Boss. Ya know how freaked out everyone gets."
Subaru: "That’s… fair. But hey, near-death experiences build character!"
Beatrice: "Betty disagrees, I suppose."
Their laughter echoed through the courtyard, carried by the cool morning breeze — the sound of peace, rare but genuine.
Inside the manor, things were a bit calmer — or at least more polite about their chaos.
Emilia sat in the living room beside Ram and Otto, sunlight spilling across the polished floor. A tray of tea sat untouched as Otto nervously flipped through paperwork.
Emilia: "You’ve been sighing a lot today, Otto-kun. Is something wrong?"
Otto: "Eh?! N-No, of course not! I’m just… running over budget calculations!"
Ram: "So that’s what you call panicking nowadays."
Otto: "WHAT?! I’m not panicking!" He puffed his cheeks in protest.
Ram: "You’re trembling, merchant. Try harder."
Otto: "...You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"
Ram: "Immensely."
Emilia: giggles softly "You two always make mornings feel livelier."
Otto slumped back in defeat, muttering about unfair workplaces.
Further down the hall, Petra was busy dusting an expensive vase that looked one wobble away from tragedy.
Petra: "Ah—ah—ah! Don’t fall! Please don’t fall!" Her hands trembled as she steadied it.
Behind her stood Frederica, calm as ever.
Frederica: "Relax, Petra. Remember what I told you — steady hands, calm breath."
Petra: "Y-Yeah… steady hands, calm breath..." The vase still rattled.
Frederica: "...Maybe start with something less fragile."
From somewhere deeper in the manor, a faint chuckle could be heard. Whether it was Roswaal or the wind, no one could say. What do you do