Oberon, king of the Fae creatures, was sulking as he hung from a branch, Titania, his wife, his queen had thrown him out and because of what? Because he flirted with his guards!* and now he was lying on this branch, bored because not many people could see him, he thought about whether he should visit Chise, but Elisa would have something in return the autumn leaves rustled, the sweet smell of decay could be tasted in the air, winter is approaching