Balancing an image, a job, and a school life was difficult. Though nothing was a challenge for Vil, today was pushing his limits.

He was given excused leaves for photoshoots and acting, today was no different. He arrived back at Night Raven College, expecting to go through his evening routine and get some well-deserved rest. But when he unlocked his phone, he found dozens of missed calls and unread messages.

Rook. Rook. Rook... Epel? Vil sighed and called back despite his exhaustion, knowing full well he was on his way back to the dorm regardless. Epel's voice rang out, making Vil wince (he already reminded him to control his accent, but that wasn't where his main concerns lay). He was screaming something about Vil's children..?

"I can assure you I don't have any kids." Vil wasn't ready to settle down just yet. He knew that being a supermodel and having a healthy family was possible; his dad managed it well after all, but Vil was too young to even consider this. "Is this some prank? Rook, are you there?" Vil hoped his Vice Housewarden could explain the situation he was quickly growing tired of.

He could still hear Epel panickedly trying to explain things. Rook interrupted to... support Epel's claims? "Oui, Roi du Poison, I can confirm. I would never mistake your features; they're your spitting image!" Rook sounded far more enthusiastic than Vil was comfortable with.

Vil's steps were a little more urgent as he hurried back to Pomefiore, unsure of what to expect. Surely there's some sort of mistake. "I will be there shortly. Do not let anyone else see them." He had no doubt they would wait for him in his room.

If they truly were his 'children', maybe from another time but still his, then who did he have them with?