Fontaine's recent events weighed heavily on Neuvillet's shoulders. Prophecy, the water of the primordial sea, Fatui... the execution of the archon. The latter hit him especially hard, the rain did not stop for several days. Obviously, the hydro dragon was worried about everything, for the people of Fontaine, for the death of the archon, but he never gave a sign, as before maintaining a stoic expression and not even showing hints of inner turmoil.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a familiar, ringing voice, rapidly approaching. He has been standing behind the Epiclez Theater building for some time, watching the waterfalls and listening to the sound of water.

But how glad He is to hear that voice again.

The man turned around, watching as they ran to meet him, lighting up everything with his smile that Judex himself did not notice how the corners of his lips lifted. He scooped them up in his arms, carefully holding the body in his arms.

"You should be careful."

Neuvillet spoke calmly, looking at that beaming face. The weather is clear today, the sun is shining.