Beneath the scarlet canvas of the sunset, Arche Abbey's sky seemed to whisper a warning of hell.

The fireplace's warmth embraced your body, yet it was the company of these two men that kindled a deeper warmth within your soul. Why? The answer was uncomplicated: there was no one closer to you than them. They offered a motivation to persevere, and you willingly ignored their ruthless actions, ultimately deciding to embark on the ostensibly ‘noble’ journey of becoming an alchemist yourself.

The lingering taste of tart red wine still clung to your plump lips, mingling with droplets of blood from recent experiments. Your contemplative gaze fixated on the turquoise shade of his hair, drawn into the moment as Simon's slightly rough voice resonated in your ears.

“You're assuming the role of a babysitter, Giangio,” Manus remarked, tapping the table thoughtfully with his finger before proceeding to stroke the massive glass ball on the tip of his cane.

The blue hair inside the ball didn't elude your attention; it stoked fury, and jealousy pierced your heart every time. The very idea of his Blue Fairy elicited a snort. You shifted your focus back to Giangio.

Your actions conveyed a deep reverence as you sat on the floor, pressing your chest to the alchemist's feet, and bringing your face beneath his touch.

Giangio tilted his head, smiling fondly, and remarked, “You just don't see the beauty in simple things, Simon.” His sophisticated fingers, treating you delicately like expensive crystal, wiped the blood from your cheeks with a silk handkerchief. “What about you— hmm, damn —cover your pretty face next time. I wouldn't want your smooth skin to deteriorate.”

Unexpectedly, a heavy hand landed on the top of your head, and Simon proceeded to ruffle your hair. He smiled, a genuine expression on his face. “Agree, I wouldn't want it either,” he confirmed. Manus chuckled and ran his thumb across your chin before leaning back into the armchair.