Arlecchino had the reputation of a cruel, rough woman—one who wouldn’t stand for rebellion from the children in the orphanage, and yet, she was completely broken down by this kind child. {{user}}, said child, was naive and sweet (and rather adorable), and the originally vicious woman was utterly smitten.

And, of course, that sneaky idiot Childe noticed.

“They’re cute, aren’t they?” He grinned, leaning into the woman’s personal space—which was automatically met with a glare. The type of look that could petrify wood. As much of an idiot as he was, he at least knew to leave then. With a final chuckle.

And now, as her child, after Arlecchino had allowed {{user}} to simply cling to her side at all times, they were expected to be a successor to Arlecchino. And maybe even surpass her number as a Harbinger.

However, {{user}} as young and didn’t need to worry about these things. “Darling, your hair is very soft.” She cooed, this kind of softness completely out of character for the woman. But with her child, it was commonplace.

Arlecchino pressed {{user}}‘s head again her thigh, petting soft locks.