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The gang finally arrives at Riddle Rosehearts's dream. 

Ortho's mechanical voice cuts through the silence, "Successful tracking of the spirit signal. Arrived at specified coordinates." 

Silver exhales loudly, relief evident in his voice. "Phew, the whole group was transported smoothly this time too." He glances around, counting heads to ensure everyone makes it.

Ace and Deuce exchange worried looks before turning to the Octavinelle trio. Deuce hesitates, "Are you sure? Jade-senpai and Azul-senpai don't look well."

Azul adjusts his glasses with shaky hands, trying to steady himself. Jade, usually composed, looks unnaturally pale, his smile strained.

"Well, that was . . . invigorating," Jade comments wryly, subtly distancing himself from the group. Without warning, he darts to a nearby tree, retching violently. Azul grimaces, muttering about miscalculated variables as he battles his own nausea.

Ace can't help but smirk, watching Octavinelle housewarden and vice struggle. "Not looking so great, are they? Guess even they have their limits."

Floyd's grin widens, his eyes flickering mischievously between his brother and Azul. "Yeah. Just like in Lobster's class!"

"You gonna check on them, Floyd-senpai?" Deuce asks. 

Floyd shrugs nonchalantly. "Nah, they can handle it." His attention suddenly shifts as he takes in their surroundings. "Hey, where are we anyway? This ain't the school. It's . . . red. Everywhere."

The group finally becomes aware of their new surroundings. The cobblestone roads beneath their feet are lined with elegant streetlights. The air carries the scent of blooming flowers, and a soft rustle of leaves from the lush greenery surrounds them. Red brick buildings, adorned with intricate architectural details, stand tall next to manicured gardens, giving the neighborhood an air of refined elegance.

Sebek scans the area, his brow furrowed in concentration. "We're truly not at Night Raven College nor the town at its foot. This place must have some connection to Riddle-senpai."

Trey adjusts his glasses, taking a closer look at their surroundings. His eyes widen in recognition, "Those alleys, the gaslights . . . there's no doubt about it." A nostalgic smile spreads across his face, "This is the capital of the Queendom of Roses—Crimson City!"

"Crimson City?" Floyd tilts his head, "Never heard of it."

"It's where Riddle and I grew up," Trey explains. 

After recovering his composure, Jade interjects smoothly, "Ah, so this is the hometown of Riddle-san and Trey-san. How utterly fascinating."

Ortho's eyes light up as he scans the area. “Confirmed—99.7% of the surrounding information matches the map provided by Olympus.” He points down the street. “According to the map, if you go straight for 300 meters and turn left, there’s a shop named Patisserie Clover.”

Ortho looks at Trey inquisitively. “Clover is Trey-san’s last name, right? Do you have any connection to that store?”

Trey chuckles. "That's my parents' shop."

Ortho giggles in delight. “Oh! That store has excellent reviews!”

"Ooh!" Ace's eyes sparkle. "Trey-senpai's family bakery? We've got to try their sweets!"

Azul smirked upon hearing about Trey’s family bakery. “Trey-san’s desserts are always highly praised by Heartslabyul students.” He places a hand on his chin thoughtfully. “This might be an excellent opportunity to consider new additions to the Mostro Lounge dessert menu.”

Jade smirks slightly, “Impressive as always, Azul. Even when you were on the verge of a heart attack in Trey-san’s dream, your first thought was about business opportunities.”

Floyd bursts out laughing, leaning casually against Jade. “Yeah! And the face you made when we saw all that creepy darkness? Priceless!”

Azul adjusts his glasses sharply, his eyes twitching with irritation. “You two—stop talking immediately.” 

Cater steps forward with a loud clap, redirecting everyone’s attention. "Hold up! We're here for Riddle-kun, remember?"

Ace deflates slightly. "Right . . .  almost forgot this is all a dream."

Trey's expression turns serious. “If we go straight from here in the opposite direction of my parents’ house . . . that’s where Riddle’s family home is.”

Ace and Deuce exchange uneasy glances before shivering in unison.

“We’ll meet Housewarden’s tiger mom,” Ace mutters nervously.

“This is nerve-racking,” Deuce agrees.

Leona sighs impatiently and crosses his arms. "Enough stalling. If your boss is likely there, then that's where we're going."

Silver nods in agreement. "Leona-senpai is right. Though we might stand out wearing our dorm uniforms here since this isn't Night Raven College. Let's change into our school uniforms."

As they stroll down the street in their school uniforms, Floyd flashes a mischievous grin at the Heartslabyul group. "You guys have some pretty interesting versions of Goldfishie," he chatted. 

Ace's face scrunches up in confusion. "Huh?" he asks. 

Floyd chuckles and continues, "Like Mackerel's dream of Goldfishie as the leader of a gang." 

Deuce's cheeks flush with embarrassment as memories of his own dream flood back. "Please, Floyd-senpai, don't talk about it!" he fretted. 

Undeterred, Floyd turns to Cater. "And Sea Bream dreams him as a DJ." 

Cater bursts into laughter, shaking his head. "Riddle-kun would kill me if he heard that," he jokes.

Floyd's gaze shifts to Ace. "Crabby sees Goldfishie as an easy-going, relaxing person," he says with a sly smile. 

Ace shakes his head, muttering, "That outfit is something Housewarden would never wear."

Finally, Floyd looks at Trey. "And Sea Turtle just wants to feed Goldfishie until he becomes an oranda." 

Trey's eyes widen in curiosity. "Oranda?" he repeats.

Floyd's grin softens. His eyes warm with silent appreciation as he exclaims, "All your Goldfishie versions are so fun! Wish I'd dreamt him up like that!"

Deuce stammers, "I-I don't even want to imagine how Floyd-senpai would dream about Housewarden."

Ace nods vigorously, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Bet Floyd-senpai's version would be way worse than ours," he quips, nudging Deuce.

Jade softly laughs. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," he says. 

The freshmen exchange confused glances. 

"Maybe Floyd would just dream of 'hanging out' with Riddle-san?" Jade suggests.

"Huh?" the two freshmen gasped.

Azul adjusts his glasses, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Indeed. He'd probably whisk Riddle-san off on some of his shenanigans," he adds, hinting at Floyd's unpredictable nature.

Jade and Azul share a conspiratorial look, their smiles widening. The others remain baffled by this inside joke.

Cater pipes up, "Hang out? But Riddle-kun's always complaining about Floyd-kun bothering him." He remember an old memory, "Now I kinda regret that suggestion I gave him the other day."

Jade's smile grows even wider. "Ah, so it was you who convinced Riddle-san to agree to that outing with Floyd. You have my thanks, Cater-san."

"Did I just throw Riddle-kun to the wolves?" Cater whispers to Trey, panic rising in his voice.

"I think 'sharks' is more appropriate." Trey raises an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What exactly did you suggest to him?"

"Well . . . I–" Cater begins but is cut off by a piercing siren, cutting their conversation short. Deuce freezes in panic and shouts, "AH! It's the police! Are they coming after us?!"

Jade quirks an eyebrow at Deuce. "Eh? How does Deuce-san know what police sirens sound like, hm?"

Ortho tilts his head toward the sound source and scans it curiously. "It seems like something happened down there."

A police car skids to a halt in front of them. Grim jumps in shock, his fur standing on end. "Guys! It stopped."

Deuce panics, his face pale. “I knew it! They’re after us! What did we do?!”

The car door swings open, and a policeman steps out, walking briskly to the passenger side. Without hesitation, he yanks the door open and starts pulling someone out. “Come on! Get out of the car already!”

“Hey! Don’t pull my arm so hard, old man!” a sharp voice protests.

“Old man?! I’m an officer! Show some respect when you talk to me!” The policeman sounds exasperated as he struggles with the person. “Good grief . . . how many times is this now? I’ve told you over and over—follow the rules!”

The person finally steps out of the car, brushing off their sleeve with a huff. “Rules, rules, rules. Ugh, shut up already!”

The group freezes as they get a good look at the person arguing with the officer. A young red-haired individual stands before them, dressed casually in punk-inspired clothes. 

“What’s wrong with singing on the street?” the red-haired individual snaps at the officer. “Everyone watching was having fun!”

Cater leans forward, squinting at the figure. “Oh? That person’s kinda cute! Maybe they’re a singer or some Majicam glamor . . . Wait.” He pauses mid-thought, his eyes widening as realization dawns on him. “Hold up—ain’t that Riddle-kun?!”

The entire group collectively screams, “HUH?!”

Floyd stares at the boy that Cater claims to be Riddle. “Goldfishie . . . ?”

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Ace is the first to recover, pointing dramatically at the red-haired figure. “That can’t be Housewarden! He’d never wear punk fashion like that!”

Cater waves a hand dismissively but looks equally shaken. “Okay, but take away the hair dye and all that jewelry—his face and voice totally match Riddle-kun!”

Deuce shakes his head vigorously, his face pale. "But . . . Housewarden in police custody? That’s impossible."

Trey nods, pushing up his glasses as if to see more clearly. "Deuce is right. Riddle breaking rules? It's unthinkable."

As the Heartslabyul members debate, Floyd stands unnaturally still, his usual mischievous grin replaced by a look of genuine shock. "That's . . . Goldfishie?" he mutters. 

“My, Floyd, you're not laughing." Jade glances at his brother in surprise. “Compared to everyone else’s, even Azul’s, This must have truly rattled you."

Azul leans forward, scrutinizing the scene. "I must concur . . . That individual simply cannot be Riddle-san."

The group continues to watch as Riddle quarrels with the officer.

"For the last time," the policeman sighs, exasperated, “You can’t just break into song and disrupt traffic!”

“Disrupt traffic?!” Riddle scoffs indignantly. “I was entertaining people! There’s nothing wrong with having fun for once!”

"Street performances require permits," the officer explains wearily.

Suddenly, a familiar figure saunters out of the police car. "Ah, but the Queen decides when to perform, right, Riddle-kun?"

The group gasps as they recognize Che'nya, grinning his Cheshire cat smile.

Floyd's face contorts in disgust from seeing the cat beastmen. “Bah Catfish is here.” 

Jade places a calming hand on his brother's shoulder. "Now, now, Floyd. Remember, Che'nya is Trey-san and Riddle-san's childhood friend. It's only natural he'd be involved."

Riddle flashes a rebellious grin at Che'nya's response. "Exactly! I perform when I want, where I want!"

“Enough is enough!” The policeman's patience visibly snaps. “The police car is not a taxi! This should be the last time!” The officer gets into the car and rolls down his window. “And you," he points at Riddle, "no more impromptu concerts! Got it?" With one last glare, he speeds off,

Ace furiously rubs his eyes, as if trying to erase the scene before him. "No way, no how! This has gotta be some freaky illusion! That punk can't be our stick-in-the-mud Housewarden!"

Deuce nods so vigorously he might get whiplash. "Right?! Housewarden would never talk back to authority like that.”

Floyd, however, tilts his head, a spark of interest in his mismatched eyes.  “ . . . But I kinda like this version of Goldfishie.”

Jade smirks at his twin's comment. "While entertaining, I'm still skeptical this rebel is truly Riddle-san."

Cater instinctively pulls out his phone to snap a picture but stops mid-motion when Azul clears his throat disapprovingly.

"Let's observe further," Azul suggests, "If it is Riddle-san, perhaps we can deduce the nature of this dream and how to wake him."

Suddenly, Riddle's voice booms through the air, "Baelag!! Bang frac! Vracca!!" The words slap everyone like a cold wave, leaving them stunned and speechless.

Sebek's eyes widen in surprise, "Vracca? What's that? Some kind of spell?"

Ace, Deuce, and Trey exchange nervous glances. Deuce hesitantly speaks up. "Those are Queendom of Roses slang . . . the bad kind. Please, just don't ask me what they mean!"

Ace's jaw drops in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock. "To think Housewarden knew those slangs."

Floyd bursts into laughter.  "Goldfishie cursing? HAHHAHAHAHA"

Idia hesitates, interrupting the chaos. "Sorry to interrupt, but the scan showed . . . that person who *beep* *beep* is indeed the Heartslabyul's Housewarden, Riddle Rosehearts."

Silver nods in agreement. "I agree, the glowing bird appeared around him. He’s really Riddle-san."

Trey sighs, looking concerned. "Riddle is 17 now. This must be his rebellious phase."

Cater snaps out of his shock. "Hey Trey! Don't go all dad mode on us!"

Suddenly, Che'nya's ears perk up. "Trey? Did someone say Trey?" He spots the group and rushes over, grinning widely. "Oh, it is you! You're back?"

In a surprising display, Riddle leaps forward, clinging to Trey's arm like an excited child. "Trey! You're home! You should have sent a text on the Magicam!"

The group watches, stunned by Riddle's uncharacteristically childish and joyful behavior. It's both heartwarming and unsettling to see their usually strict Housewarden so carefree.

Trey awkwardly pats Riddle's head. "Yeah . . . I'm back from a school break."

Clearing his throat, Trey asks, "So . . . I saw you two getting out of a police car. Something about singing and traffic disruption?"

Riddle beams innocently. "We just performed in front of the police station!"

Che'nya grins, adding, "A surprise live show, if you will."

"A surprise performance?!" The group exclaims in unison.

Che'nya's grin widens. "Everyone was jumping and cheering. The atmosphere was pin pon pon!"

Riddle puffs his cheeks, pouting. "Yeah, but then that old man stopped us, saying it was 'against the rules.'" He mimics the officer's stern tone, rolling his eyes.

Deuce further asks, “Is . . . um . . . Housew– Rosehearts-san part of a band?”

Riddle beams with pride. "Yeah, it's just the two of us. A two-man band."

Che'nya chuckles, "Riddle-kun's our lead singer and I'm on bass. What a strange combo."

"Can't help it," Riddle's face falls. “New members always quit because of ‘musical differences,’" he mocks the last part. 

Che'nya nudges him playfully. "You keep changing the songs, Riddle-kun."

Che'nya counts off on his fingers. "From punk to hard rock to rapping . . . it's tough to keep up."

Riddle rolls his eyes. "It's boring doing the same thing every day. They're just bad at adapting."

Che'nya nods in agreement. "We can't help having different ideas."

Azul watches this exchange, a sense of déjà vu washing over him. He glances at Floyd, who seems oblivious to the attention.

"What?" Floyd asks, noticing the stares.

Azul whispers to Jade, "Does this mean Riddle-san admires Floyd?"

Jade's eyes sparkle with intrigue. "If so, we might have a chance here."

Floyd, overhearing, grins mischievously. "Hey, if you're plotting something, count me in!"

Che'nya turns to the group, "Are you Trey's schoolmates?"

Cater steps forward. "Yeah, I'm Cater. Trey's batchmate. Call me Ca-kun."

Ace introduces himself eagerly. "I'm Ace, Trey-senpai's lower-classman."

Deuce adds nervously, "I'm Deuce Spade."

“Yuu and Grim, first year.” 

“I’m Ortho Shroud.”

Sebek introduces himself boldly. "I'm Sebek Zigvolt, a freshman at Night Raven College.” He points to Silver beside him.  This is Silver, a sophomore."

Silver greeted them calmly. "Nice to meet you all."

Leona waved lazily, "I'm Leona."

Azul pushed his way to the front, shaking Riddle's hand enthusiastically. "I'm Azul Ashengrotto! Pleasure to meet you!"

Jade stepped up behind Azul, a playful smirk on his face. "And I'm Jade, and . . . " He slyly gestured toward Floyd beside him. "This is my twin brother, Floyd."

Floyd barely raised a hand, "Sup."

Riddle's intense gaze sweeps over the group, sending a wave of panic through them. Silver breaks the awkward silence, "Is there something wrong?"

Riddle's expression transforms in an instant, lighting up with infectious enthusiasm. "How about joining my band?" he asks. 

The group's collective "Huh?!" echoes as they process this unexpected invitation.

Undeterred, Riddle continues, "I need a guitarist, drummer, keyboardist . . . and dancers and composers too! Don't worry if you're new to it."

Floyd flashes a wide grin, clearly intrigued, willing to accept the offer but Cater beats him to the punch.

"I'll take the guitarist position!" Cater exclaims. 

Riddle beams at Cater, accepting his offer. "Really? Thanks, Ca-kun!"

Cater almost has a heart attack as he hears Riddle use his nickname. "C— Wait, I did say he could call me that," he stammers, trying to regain his composure.

“You know? I’m part of a light music club in our school – Look!” With a flourish, Cater transforms his outfit into his light music club attire. "Check this out! This is my costume from my last stage performance."

Riddle's eyes light up as he examines Cater's outfit. "Oh, it looks great! I'd love to hear Ca-kun play the guitar!"

Cater grins, trying to involve the others. "I'd love to! But you know, everyone here has musical talent too."

The group remains confused, not catching Cater's hint. Cater goes to grab Leona however, Floyd pushes past the seniors and stands before Riddle. 

"Sea Bream's right. We're all musically gifted," Floyd declares. "You've heard of merfolk, right?"

Riddle nods eagerly. "Papa told me stories about them." He scrutinizes Floyd closely. "Are you one? But you're on land . . . with legs?"

Azul steps in smoothly, "We have transformation potions that allow us to stay on land."

"Oh? That's so cool!" Riddle exclaims, his eyes widening with excitement.

Floyd grins widely. "So, can I take the drummer's position?"

Riddle looks surprised. "You can play the drums?"

As Riddle and Floyd chat, Ace and Deuce whisper to Azul and Jade, "Floyd-senpai can play drums?"

“Music is part of our culture,” Azul states. 

Jade smiles mysteriously. "Indeed. We had a small band in middle school. Floyd was on drums, Azul on piano, and I played bass."

Azul rolls his eyes, recalling past experiences. "Floyd never follows the music sheet. He always speeds up the tempo or plays an entirely different song."

Jade's smile is tinged with fond exasperation. "But in the end, we just go along with Floyd's improvisations."

Riddle's eyes light up. "Great! We've got a guitarist and a drummer!"

Ortho, finally grasping the situation, whispers to the group, "I believe Cater-san is trying to get us closer to Riddle-san. Let's all try to join the band."

Ace gives Ortho a thumbs-up before approaching Riddle. "Hey, you know Vil Schoenheit?"

"The famous actor, right? Trey sent me pictures of him at Night Raven College," Riddle nods.

Ace seizes the opportunity. "Yeah! I was in Vil-senpai's dance group for the VDC competition. We won second place."

"I can take the dancer position if you want," Ace offers with confidence.

Deuce, not wanting to be left out, chimes in. "I-I was in that dance group too."

Grim, never one to miss a chance to boast, adds, "Me too! My dance was highly praised by Rook. He said, 'Unique! A dance that only Grim can do. 100 points!'"

Ortho eagerly steps forward, "My turn! I can handle the synthesizer.I'll even take care of lighting and video effects for concerts."

Sebek thought of an excuse to join,  "I know how to play the violin a little, thanks to my liege."

Silver chimes in softly, "I can play the flute. My father taught me when I was young."

Azul offers, "If you need a manager, I can handle that. Leave all the talking to me." He grabs Leona, pulling him into the mix, "And this man can be our producer."

Leona grumbles, "Hey," clearly not thrilled about being volunteered.

Riddle's eyes widen with excitement at the array of skills and talents presented. "This is amazing. If everyone joined, it would be crazier and more chaotic than ever!"

Floyd, grinning widely, observes, "Goldfishie is surely enjoying this."

"Goldfishie?" Riddle repeats, confused.

"Yeah, you're small and red like a goldfish," Floyd explains teasingly.

Riddle puffs his cheeks, mumbling, "My height is average, to be fair. You're just tall."

Unable to resist, Floyd suddenly hugs Riddle, "AH!!! I can't help it. Goldfishie is so cute. I want to keep him!"

"Hey!" Riddle exclaims, surprised by the sudden embrace.

Floyd grinned widely as he swung Riddle around. Riddle's face paled, his punk attire jingling with each twirl. "Floyd, let go of me!"

"No way~ 🎶" Floyd sing-songs, his grin widening. "~ 🎶 Goldfishie's not running away from me. ~ 🎶"

Riddle looks puzzled. "Huh?"

Floyd's voice softens, almost wistful. "~ 🎶 Goldfishie dreams to have fun.~ 🎶”

Azul's brow furrows with concern. his eyes darting to his vice. "Jade," he whispers. 

Jade nodded, understanding the unspoken request, and stepped in, "Floyd, that's enough. Riddle-san might get sick."

Floyd finally stops spinning Riddle, who looks dizzy from the motion. Floyd gazes at him, still grinning. "You okay, Goldfishie?"

Riddle's face is flushed, but he manages a weak smile. "Y-yes . . . I think so."

Floyd smiles again, “Ok.” 

Trey tries to steer the conversation back on track. "So, Riddle, what should we do next?"

Riddle grins mischievously. "We'll have our meeting at my house."

Trey's heart skips a beat. "Riddle's house?!"

Riddle points down the street. "It's just around the corner, and it's almost teatime."

Floyd exclaims, "Yeah, we're going to Goldfishie's house!" being delighted about going to Riddle's home. 

Trey, however, remains unenthused. "Riddle . . . is it a good idea to bring this many people all at once?"

Cater supports Trey's concern. "Yeah, a simple cafe would be fine, right?"

Riddle, oblivious to Trey's nervousness, waves his hand dismissively. "That would be a waste of the special tea at home. Don't worry about the number of people; my living room is big enough for all of us."

Trey grabs Riddle's shoulder, "It's not that. Aren't Che'nya and I banned from your house?"

Riddle ponders, “Trey and Che’nya banned from my house?”

He and Che'nya burst into laughter. "What are you talking about? As if that would ever happen."

Trey remains unconvinced. "But your mother—"

Riddle reassures him, "You know Mama is always happy to see you after a long time."

Che'nya chimes in, "Yeah, like you're being pampered there."

Riddle leads the way, with Che'nya by his side. “Come on, everyone! My house is this way!” 

Trey remains frozen. Cater checks on Trey. "Hey Trey, are you okay?"

Trey nods. "Yeah. Maybe I should go home and get a tart. It would be impolite not to bring something."

As Trey heads off, Floyd asks, "What's with that?"

Deuce explains, "Haven't you heard what Diamond-senpai said about Clover-senpai's dream?"

Floyd shrugs. "Nah, I got bored from the first sentence."

Meanwhile, Azul's brow furrows, his eyes distant as he mutters, "Something's not adding up here."

Jade, catching his friend's troubled expression, raises an eyebrow. "What's on your mind, Azul?"

Azul whispers, "Why is Riddle-san clueless about transformation potions?"

Jade's eyes widen, realization dawning. "Now that you mention it . . ."

"When Floyd brought up Merfolk, Riddle-san seemed genuinely puzzled," Azul continues, "But Riddle-san already knew that fact; he even discussed the laws of it when we were in the Underworld."

Jade's face mirrors Azul's concern, a silent conversation passing between them as they ponder the implications of their current situation.

"This goes deeper than Riddle-san's sudden urge to 'break rules,'" Jade murmurs, his usual smile replaced by a thoughtful frown.

Azul nods gravely. "Indeed. We're dealing with something far more complex here."

Jade's gaze drifts to Floyd, who's animatedly chatting with the others. "I worry for Floyd. He's like a shark that's smelled blood in the water."

"Let's hope Riddle-san's dream doesn't turn into a nightmare," Azul sighs. "Or we might have to reel Floyd in before he does something . . . impulsive."

"You two notice it too?" The Savanaclaw's Housewarden interjects them. 

"Notice what?" Azul questions, his eyes narrowing.

"That brat has—" Leona's words are cut short by Floyd's exuberant voice. 

"Hey, Jade! Azul! Let's go! We're heading to Goldfishie's house!" Floyd calls, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

Jade and Azul exchange a glance, both acutely aware of the potential chaos that might ensue. Jade masks his worry with a smile. "After you."

Azul rolls his eyes and steps forward. "Better not to overthink."

Leona follows behind, muttering under his breath, "Ah . . .  this is getting tiring."

The three catch up with the group and go to Riddle’s house.

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They follow Riddle to his house, with Riddle leading the way and Che'nya by his side. They chat animatedly about their band plans.

Everyone trails behind, yet Floyd skips ahead, his laughter echoing through the streets. "~ 🎶 Goldfishie's house, here we come! ~ 🎶" His enthusiasm is infectious, but it contrasts sharply with the more subdued moods of the others.

Ace vacillates, "Floyd-senpai’s acting like we’re heading to a theme park. Hope he doesn’t scare Riddle’s mom off."

Deuce whispers, "I wish I could be that carefree . . . "

Riddle points to a mansion just around the corner. "See? It's right there," he says confidently.

Trey forces a smile, "Yeah . . . Riddle, how about you let your mother know we're here first? You know, so we’re not just barging in?"

"Okay!" Riddle replies cheerfully and heads toward the house, leaving the group behind to mentally prepare for what’s coming next.

Ace shifts nervously, glancing at the house. "Everything’s going too smoothly . . . This isn’t one of those situations where you’re suddenly in a boss fight without any prep, right?"

Deuce adjusts his necktie for the fifth time, his hands fumbling anxiously. "Ace, you fixed your uniform on the way here, right? You don’t want to look sloppy in front of Housewarden’s mother.

Grim clutches his bowtie tightly, his ears twitching with worry. "Hey, Yuu! Is my bowtie okay?”

Yuu offers a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Grim. It looks perfect."

Grim's face falls as he mutters, "Whenever Riddle sees my bowtie messy, he always says, ‘Bad dress is bad discipline,’ and then he reties it himself." He clutches his bowtie even tighter. "What if his mom hates it?  You don’t think Riddle’s mom will throw it away, right? This is my favorite one!”

Cater sidles up to Trey with concern. "Hey, you alright? You're looking pale."

Trey's gaze flicks nervously between the house and the strawberry tart in his hand. "I'm fine, it's just . . . Should I toss this in that rubbish bin over there?" He gestures towards a nearby bin. 

Cater's eyes widen, and he grabs Trey's shoulder. "Whoa, hold up! We don't know what's waiting for us yet. Besides," he adds with a wink, "judging by Riddle-kun's punk rock makeover, I doubt this dream mama is the strict terror you remember."

Trey takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "You're right. Riddle’s mother I know would have a conniption if she saw Riddle in that getup. And don't even get me started on the police custody thing . . ."

Cater's face lights up with an idea. "Exactly! What if that tart is our secret weapon? It could be the key to unlocking crucial information about this situation."

Trey's tension visibly eases. "You know what? That's . . .  actually reassuring. Thanks, Cater."

Cater grins, patting Trey's back. "I mean, if I were in your shoes, I would also refuse to go to Riddle’s house. But hey, worst-case scenario? We stuff that tart into Grim-chan’s bottomless pit of a stomach." He jerks a thumb towards the feline.

Grim's ears perk up at the mention of food. "Yeah! Just leave it to me! That tart will vanish faster than a sec!"

"I'm counting on ya." Trey chuckles.

Silver's gaze sweeps across the tense faces of the Heartlabyul and Ramshackle students, "It seems you guys are terrified of Riddle's mother," he observes. 

Jade smirks, his lips curling upward in amusement. "Agree. Everyone seems to be tense," he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he surveys the group.

Ace nods solemnly, "Well, none of us have met her except Trey-senpai. But if you remember Housewarden Riddle's tyrant days, you can only imagine what kind of person she is."

Azul furrows his brow, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Isn't it wonderful? A parent who helps you focus on your studies to achieve amazing accomplishments!" His gaze drifts as if he's grappling with the idea of such parental influence.

Sebek puffs out his chest with pride, a smirk playing on his lips. "No matter how strict a parent is, no one beats Malleus-sama's mother, Maleanor-sama."

Grim chimes in, recalling his encounter with Maleanor in Lilia’s dream. "True, that woman is even more terrifying than Malleus himself. Talk about 'like mother like son'." 

Leona, usually a picture of laziness, stands with an uncharacteristic intensity. Ortho notices this change and approaches him, "Leona-san, you've been quiet for a while. Is there a problem?"

Leona's focus remains steady. "That red-haired brat . . .” He lost his concentration and went back to lounging, “Nah, never mind. This is becoming troublesome." His words faded away, leaving Ortho with more questions than answers.

Riddle returns, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Okay, we can enter now. Let's go!"

As they step inside, Riddle's voice rings through the halls, clear and confident. "Mama! My friends are here!"

A warm, melodious voice responds from down the hallway, "Riddle-chan!"

The group collectively tense, their guards up as they exchange nervous glances. Floyd leans in close to Trey, and whispers, "Is that Goldfishie's Ma?" 

Trey nods,

Riddle's face lights up, his smile widening. "Mama! Is the tea ready? I've brought so many friends!"

"You're always so happy when you bring friends home," Mrs. Rosehearts replies, affectionately like a kind-hearted mother. 

Ace leans in, whispering to Deuce, his eyes wide with surprise. "Is this really the Housewarden's mom? She's much gentler than I imagined."

Deuce nods, a look of relief washing over his face. "I was bracing for a sudden burst of scolding, but this is a welcome turn of events."

Trey, however, remains tense, his hands clenched at his sides. "No, this can't be right. Riddle's mother will never delighted about him bringing friends home."

Mrs. Rosehearts calls out again, "The tea isn't quite ready yet. You've brought more guests than expected, so I need to prepare more. Could you show your friends to the living room while Mama finishes up?"

"Of course!" Riddle beams, "I'll help you after I show them around!" He gestures for the group to follow him.

As they enter the living room, Ace's jaw drops. "Pardon me . . . wow!"

The walls are a tapestry of memories, adorned with countless photos that chronicle Riddle's life. In the center, a long rectangular table extends from a round one, creating an inviting space for large gatherings.

Floyd's eyes dance from picture to picture, his mischievous grin widening with each discovery. "Goldfishie is so cute here. Still small, just like now!" he exclaims. 

Jade sidles up next to his brother, his gaze fixed on the photos of young Riddle. "Now this is useful information," he murmurs, a calculating gleam in his eye. "Oh, how I wish I could picture this and keep this information for safekeeping."

Cater's attention is drawn to the room's decor. "The classic interior style is wonderful," he comments, appreciating the elegant design.

Deuce wanders to the large window, peering out at the well-manicured garden. "You can see the garden well-kept from here. Kind of reminds me of our dorm," he observes, nostalgic with the layout. 

Che'nya notices Trey hesitating at the threshold. "Trey? Why are you standing in the doorway?" he asks. 

Trey, trying his best to maintain their cover, stammers, "It's just the first time I've entered here."

"First time?" Riddle tilts his head in confusion, his brow furrowing. "How can that be?"

The room falls silent as everyone turns to look at Trey, tension thick in the air. Riddle and Che'nya exchange worried glances, silently praying they haven't been caught. 

Azul mutters under his breath, "This is bad. If they notice Trey is not the Trey here, we're done for."

Floyd cracks his shoulder in anticipation. "I always want to fight Goldfishie again. Heheheh," he chuckles, a predatory gleam in his eye.

Leona’s tail flicks in irritation as he cuts in with a low growl. “Stop it. We can’t afford more problems than we already have.” Floyd’s chuckling stops, though the predator’s grin doesn’t fade.

Just as the tension reaches its peak, Riddle's next words dispel the growing unease. "Ah! You mean this is your first time seeing the rearrangement," he exclaims, his face brightening with understanding.

The group collectively exhales, relief washing over them. 

Riddle continues, gesturing towards the far end of the room, "There were too many photos hanging from the wall. I had to move the cabinet way to the back." 

Ortho tilts his head curiously, his mechanical eyes scanning the room. “Speaking of which, there are quite a lot of pictures here.”

Riddle giggles softly, “Well, of course! They record our happy moments.”

Che’nya stiffens slightly, his nose twitching as he catches a sweet scent wafting through the air. His gaze locks onto Trey’s hands. “Trey,” he calls out suddenly.

Trey freezes for a moment before turning to face him. “Yes?”

Che’nya points at the white box Trey is holding, his feline grin widening. “That box you’re holding—it’s giving off a sweet scent.”

Trey glances down at the box, quickly regaining his composure. "Ah, yes. I brought a strawberry tart as a gift," he says smoothly.

"Strawberry tarts?" Riddle questions, his eyes widening.

Panic washes over the group once again. Faces pale and eyes wide with fear as uncertainty looms like a dark cloud overhead.

Trey's composure crumbles as he frantically searches for Grim. "Ah! I knew this would cause problems. I'll quickly get rid of it."

Grim leaps onto the box, "My time to shine!!!" But before his paws can touch the tart, Riddle's voice cuts through the air like a thunderclap. "STOP!!!!!!!"

Grim freezes mid-motion, startled by Riddle's outburst. Riddle snatches the box away, cradling it protectively. "This tart isn't for you! It's mine! NO EATING WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!!!"

Grim's ears droop in disappointment. "Darn it. I thought I'd get a chance to eat that tart."

Riddle's mood shifts instantly, his face brightening as he calls out, "Mama! Trey brought me tart!"

Trey reaches out and gently clamps his hand over Riddle’s mouth, "Is it okay to tell her?"

Mrs. Rosehearts' reassuring voice from the kitchen, "Why wouldn't it be? Riddle-chan has always adored the strawberry tarts from your family's patisserie."

Trey's brow furrows in confusion. "It's fine that Riddle eats our products?"

A soft, kind giggle follows. "Every Riddle-chan's birthday, I've always reserved the biggest tart for him. He always eats the entire thing by himself."

Riddle nods enthusiastically. "Because birthdays are when you can have as much cake as you want!"

Mrs. Rosehearts adds fondly, "Even when it's not your birthday, you sneak a cake or two for snacks, don't you? Riddle-chan adores tarts the most."

Floyd's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Wow. Didn't know Goldfishie had such a sweet tooth."

Azul strokes his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps I should bring some sweets to our next meeting."

Trey apologizes, "Sorry, it might look messy since the box was moved around so much."

Riddle waves off the concern, "Who cares? It'll be messy once it's inside your mouth anyway."

"I'm going to ask Mama to cut the tart. You guys can just relax," Riddle announces, clutching the box tightly as he dashes out of the living room.

“Let me help,” Floyd volunteers, stepping forward with a grin, but before he can take another step, Jade grabs his ear and pulls him back.

“You’re a guest,” Jade says firmly, “It would be improper of us to help the host.”

Riddle pauses in the doorway, smiling politely. “Don’t worry, Floyd. Just sit back and enjoy yourselves.” With that, he disappears into the hallway.

Floyd rubs his ear with a pout and glares at his brother. “What the hell, Jade?”

Jade meets his gaze with a serious expression. “Floyd, we can’t afford to be separated right now. We don’t know how much darkness is hidden in this dream.”

“But still . . . ” Floyd mutters, crossing his arms. “You ruined my chance to explore Goldfishie’s house.”

As soon as Riddle leaves, Trey releases a deep exhale, his shoulders sagging. "My heart is beating so fast. I was preparing for his mother to burst out screaming."

Cater gently pats Trey's back. "It's okay, Trey. You did a great job!"

Floyd saunters over, his trademark grin spreading across his face. "Wow, Sea Turtle, you look like you went to the tides and barely made it out alive." 

Ortho scans Trey, his mechanical eyes whirring. "Trey-san's vitals are out of place due to stress. Do you want to sit down?"

Deuce quickly pulls out a chair. "Clover-senpai! Here's a chair."

Trey controls his breathing, slowly calming down. "Thank you. This is embarrassing. I'm not a kid anymore." He shakes his head, disappointed in himself, "I always thought it was a joke that I got scolded in the past. But the thought of getting scolded like that again makes me nervous."

Leona's ears twitch as he asks, "The one with the five-hour lecture? Normally, no one takes that well."

Che'nya's ears perk up, his eyes widening with shock. "Eh? Riddle's kindhearted mother scolded Trey? What on earth did you do to incur her wrath?"

Trey shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "It's not a big deal. I'm the only one who seems to care that you and the current Mrs. Rosehearts have completely forgotten about it." His words carry a weight that the others can't quite grasp.

Che'nya tilts his head, his grin widening. "Hm? Is this some kind of riddle? You're a weird one, Trey."

Meanwhile, Azul gathers everyone except Trey and Leona, who are still engaged with Che'nya. "While Riddle-san is away, let's interrogate Che'nya. As an NPC, he should be able to provide more information about Riddle-san's dream."

Floyd scratches his head, looking perplexed. "But how? Catfish always talks in puzzles."

As the group huddles, brainstorming ways to extract information from Che'nya, Ace's attention is drawn to the photos on the walls. His eyes are narrow as he studies them. 

"What we know so far, Housewarden Riddle's mom is a kindhearted mother who supports his decision to be in a band and allows him to eat cakes."

Deuce nods, pointing to a family picture where the Rosehearts are all smiling. "Yeah, she seems gentle. Look here. She's always smiling and happy in these photos."

Cater's eyes light up as he spots a particularly endearing photo. "Is this an elementary activity?" he asks, a fond smile spreading across his face. "Wow, Riddle-kun is really cute here."

Floyd, overhearing Cater's comment, bounds over excitedly. "Sea Beam! Let me see too!" He snatches the photo, his eyes widening with delight. "Azul! Jade! Look!"

As the photo is passed between the Octavinelle trio, their reactions paint a picture of surprise and amusement.

"Riddle-san is really adorable here," Jade comments with unexpected warmth.

Azul tilts, "It feels awkward to see him smiling so brightly."

Floyd reclaims the photo, his trademark grin widening. "He should smile more. Goldfishie looks cute when he smiles." He scans through the photos until he spots another one—a young Riddle standing on a beach, awkwardly splashing in shallow water. Floyd’s grin grows wider. "Look at this one! Goldfishie’s trying to swim! He should’ve just asked me—I could’ve taught him."

Floyd lingers on another picture. "Hm? What’s this?" He points to a photo of Riddle dunking his head into a bucket of water, apples floating on the surface.

Che’nya chuckles as he peers over Floyd’s shoulder. "Oh, that’s from one of the Halloweens. Riddle wanted to try apple bobbing that time." His grin widens as he recalls the memory. "He kept missing the apple—it would slide out of his mouth every single time! Trey had to dry Riddle’s hair with his cape afterward. It was hilarious!"

Floyd tilts his head, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Eh? Goldfishie had fun, huh? Who knew he could loosen up like that?"

Floyd notices the group huddled in the center of the room and calls out, "What’s everyone talking about?"

Cater turns to him with a smile. "We’re talking about how our families take photos and hang them up like this."

Floyd crosses his arms, nodding thoughtfully. "Ma and Pops always make us take a photo during our birthdays since we came to Night Raven College."

Jade adds with a small smile, "Indeed. Mother and Father never miss an opportunity to capture such moments."

Ace smirks as a memory surfaces. "Come to think of it," he says slyly, "I remember that deal Azul-senpai made with the Prefect to steal that old school photo."

Azul stiffens immediately, clamping a hand over Ace’s mouth. His face flushes slightly as he hisses, "We don’t talk about that!"

The room fills with laughter, but the lighthearted atmosphere shifts when Cater notices Trey still staring at the photos on the wall.

"Trey-kun? You’re sweating a lot—does the room feel hot?" Cater asks.

Trey doesn’t respond immediately, " . . . Not real. . ."

"Eh?" Cater blinks in confusion.

Trey clenches his fists slightly as he stares at the wall of photos. "All these pictures hanging in this room . . . They don’t exist in my memory."

The cheerful chatter dies down as everyone turns their attention to Trey. 

"I met Riddle when I was nine years old," Trey explains slowly, "But we only hung out for a month or two."

He gestures toward the photos on the wall. "Che’nya and I went to public school while Riddle went to private school. These intramurals . . . these vacations . . . they never happened."

Cater takes an uneasy step back, trembling slightly as Trey’s words sink in. he quavered "Then that means . . ." He glances at the photos again before looking back at Trey in disbelief. ". . . All these photographs in this room are just false memories fabricated by Riddle-kun!?"

The weight of Trey’s revelation settles over everyone like a thick fog. The freshmen continue chatting with Che’nya nearby, oblivious to what has just been uncovered, while those who heard Trey exchange uneasy glances.

Azul adjusts his glasses and breaks the silence, saying, "If these memories are fabricated, then it raises an even bigger question: What is Riddle-san’s dream?"

The group stands frozen for a moment, the weight of the revelation settling over them. Floyd's usual grin returns, though there's an unsettling edge to it this time. "Heh . . . So Goldfishie made up all these happy little memories? Guess this dream isn't all sunshine and rainbows after all."

Azul folds his arms thoughtfully, "That can't be," he mutters under his breath.

Jade turns to him with a calm but pointed tone. "To be fair, Azul. In your dream world, you also altered your life."

“That’s not the issue here,” Azul snaps irritably.

Floyd's playful demeanor suddenly vanishes, replaced by a haunted look. "They're not real," he mumbles.

Jade frowns and glances at his brother with concern. “Floyd?”

“They are not real,” Floyd repeats louder this time, as if trying to convince himself.

“Floyd?” Jade’s worry deepens as he steps closer.

Suddenly, Floyd shouts at the top of his lungs, “THEY’RE NOT REAL!!!”

Che'nya's ears flatten against his head at Floyd's outburst. "What's with him?"

Deuce, thinking quickly, grabs Che'nya's attention. "Nothing! Um . . . so how about this picture? When was this taken?" He points randomly at a photo, desperate to distract the Cheshire Cat.

Without warning, Floyd bolts from the room, his long legs carrying him swiftly toward the exit.

"FLOYD!!!" Jade and Azul cry out in unison, giving chase.

Just as Floyd reaches the doorway, Riddle returns, balancing a tray laden with tea and sweets. "Oh, Floyd?"

Floyd freezes, his eyes meeting Riddle's. The redhead tilts his head curiously. "Where are you going? I've brought the tea & snacks."

In a flash, Jade grabs Floyd, pulling him back inside while Azul smoothly steps in to assist Riddle. "Let me help you," he offers, taking some of the tea set and placing it on the table. Meanwhile, Jade wrestles with his brother, forcing him to sit down together. 

"Floyd, behave," Jade hisses under his breath, his grip firm but controlled.

"They're not real," Floyd exasperated.

Jade's grip tightens. "I know, but right now that's not important."

"But–"

"Floyd, don't jeopardize this," Jade warns, his eyes locked on his brother's.

Floyd's eyes narrow, his gaze drifting back to Riddle, smiling and chatting with the others. "Goldfishie's Ma is weird," he mutters.

"Hm?" Jade prompts, his curiosity piqued.

"This place has no speakers," Floyd explains softly, "Normally, the kitchen would be at the far back, yet we can hear her clearly from the kitchen. And when she talks, we hear no echoes."

Jade's brow furrows, his mind racing with the implications. "That’s true. She never appears to us either. It would be impolite not to show yourself to guests, especially if you’re the homeowner."

The twins exchanged a loaded glance, their faces reflecting growing unease. "This is getting darker than I thought," Jade says softly.

"Yeah," Floyd agrees, his gaze fixed on Riddle, who continues to smile and chat with everyone else. " Are you truly smiling, Goldfishie ?"

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Riddle passes the tray to Azul and looks around at everyone in confusion. "What's going on? Everyone is standing up."

Ace steps forward, a gentle smile on his face. "Some of us are from the Queendom of Roses. When we saw these pictures, we couldn't help talking about the past."

Riddle's face lights up with a happy giggle. "It's wonderful. To have such memories."

The room fell into an uneasy silence, no one responding positively. Moments later, they gathered around the table, and Riddle began to arrange the delicate teaware. 

Riddle begins pouring tea for everyone. He meticulously adds five sugar cubes to each cup and generously spoons honey into the tea. "Black tea should have five sugar cubes, honey, and a splash of milk," he explains confidently. He then pours creamy milk into each cup until it is filled to the brim, creating a marbled look.

Cater gasps, " Hic . . . Can you even taste the tea anymore?"

Jade smiles wryly. "To think, Riddle-san's level of sweetness is comparable to Kalim-san's. How terrifying!" he remarks, shaking his head slightly as he stirs his cup and watches the colors blend.

Azul intensely stares at the tea in his hand, his mind whirring with calculations. “One sugar cube is approximately 16 calories, multiplied by five . . . that’s 80 calories in just sugar. Not to mention the honey. If he used a tablespoon that would add around 64 calories,” he mutters, lost in thoughts of nutritional values and calorie counts.

Leona, lounging with casual disapproval, interjects, “It’s ill-mannered for the host to make such decisions without considering the guests' preferences.”

Riddle ignores their comments and hands out slices of chiffon cake, "Along with Trey's tart, Mama made chiffon cake and butter cookies," he announces. 

Grim happily accepts his slice, exclaiming, "Hoo-ray! I'm starving!"

Everyone takes a slice, anticipation building as they prepare to indulge in the sweet treats.  But as soon as the first bites were taken, the room erupted into a chorus of disappointment.

Deuce chewed thoughtfully, his brow furrowed in confusion. “This chiffon cake feels really dense,” he remarked, scrutinizing the slice in his hand.

Ace's eyes widened as he savored his bite slowly, noting, “It’s kinda dry, too,” a look of surprise crossed his face.

Floyd's face scrunched in distaste as he split his piece back onto the plate. Jade quickly grabbed a tissue and spat out the cake, his expression equally unimpressed.

Grim, still hopeful, reached for the butter cookies and took a big bite. However, his face fell as he realized they weren't any better. "The cookies aren't sweet either," he muttered, his enthusiasm deflated.

Sebek chewed his cake, feeling the dry, powdery texture cling to his mouth. “It's like it soaks up all the moisture in your mouth,” he noted in disappointment. 

Silver offered a more neutral assessment, eyeing his slice with mild curiosity. “It’s quite chewy, but it feels like it could fill you up quickly,” he remarked, trying to find a silver lining in the situation.

Trey carefully inspected the cake, poking his fork around it with a scrutinizing gaze. “The ingredients seem to consist of soybean flour and soymilk powder. The sweetener might not even be white sugar, and the dosage appears to be very strict,” he observed, 

Azul’s face twisted in disgust as he took a hesitant bite of the cake, his mouth curling in distaste. “That explains everything,” he declared. “It tastes exactly like the soy meat fried chicken I tried a while back.”

Riddle happily savored his slice of cake, oblivious to the others' disappointment. "So, what do you think of Mama's cake? It's delicious, and it pairs well with the black tea. You can have seconds," he offered, his smile genuine.

Ace attempted to feign enthusiasm, chuckling awkwardly. "Hahahah . . . thanks." He leaned over to Ortho and whispered, "Ortho, what's going on here?"

Ortho theorized, "I believe this is because of Riddle-san's memories of his mother's cooking." He whispers to Ace. "Dreams are often rooted in personal experiences and memories. Perhaps this is Riddle-san's perception of his mother's cooking."

Grim examined the cake, his brow furrowed. "The cake looks fluffy and moist, but it has a strange taste."

Floyd, who had been listening in, slid closer. "Sea Angel," he muttered. 

Ortho tilted his head, confused. “Yes?” 

Floyd scoots over. "You're saying the reason the food tastes horrible is that Goldfishie's memory is based on what he gets fed by his Ma."

"Exactly," Ortho agreed, "Since dreams are influenced by the user's memories, it stands to reason that Riddle-san might not have the most appetizing memories of his mother’s meals."

Floyd narrowed his eyes, a scowl forming as he fixated on the cake, his jaw clenching tightly in distaste. With a sudden, forceful motion, he pushed his plate away from him. His gaze remained on the cake, a deepening scowl on his face. 

Azul whispered, "Supporting his studies to excel . . . controlling his diet so he won’t be overweight." He tightened his grip on his plate, his fingers pressing into the cool ceramic, and pressed his lips together in frustration. A furtive glance at Riddle flickered momentarily before he looked away, filled with remorse. "Maybe I shouldn’t have said those things. Is that why?" he murmured.

Meanwhile, Riddle was animatedly chatting with Trey, "You weren’t joking when you said the strawberry tart ended up messy in the box. It literally looks like a crushed tomato when I opened it!" he said, giggling at the absurdity of it all. "Did it fall into a rabbit hole or something? Ha ha ha!"

Trey, trying to keep the mood upbeat, chuckled awkwardly in response. "Does it really look that bad? You don’t have to put it that way. Ha ha ha. . ." His laughter came out a bit forced. 

Suddenly, Floyd interrupted the lively exchange, nonchalantly propping his feet on the table. The thud of his shoes against the polished wood sliced through the conversation, creating an uncomfortable silence. Riddle’s gaze sharpened at the rude display. He exclaimed, “It’s quite rude to put your feet on the table, you know.” 

Floyd raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Oh? Is it really?”

Riddle, determined to restore decorum, insisted, “Put them down! You’ll get the food dirty with your feet.”

Floyd smirked, a playful glint dancing in his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. “That might be for the better.”

Riddle, now thoroughly puzzled, tilted his head slightly, the furrows on his brow deepening. “What do you mean by that?”

With a long sigh, Floyd sank deeper into his chair, gently rocking back and forth as he surveyed the table. "I’m getting tired of this tea party," he complained, wrinkling his nose at the rather unimpressive spread before him. "And honestly, the food is quite disappointing."

Riddle’s expression shifted, a flicker of annoyance sparking in his eyes. “What?” he snapped. 

He stood up abruptly, and in the process, the delicate cup slipped from his grasp, shattering on the floor with a resounding crash. Porcelain shards sprayed across the floor He inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, his words dripping with disdain, “Look what you made me do.” With that, he rose from his seat, intent on leaving the room. 

Floyd called after him, “Hey Goldfishie, where are ya heading off to?”

Riddle shot back, “To get a broom and a dustpan. Surely you won’t be generous enough to clean up this mess.”

Floyd raised a skeptical eyebrow, the corners of his mouth curving into a smirk. “Broom? Dustpan? Can’t you use magic?”

Riddle shook his head, the frustration evident in his furrowed brow. “I don’t have magic,” he said flatly.

With a thud, Floyd’s feet hit the floor, “Huh?” he uttered, confusion settling over him like a cloud.

The room fell into a heavy silence, the tension thick as everyone froze mid-action, eyes darting between them.

Trey broke the stillness. “That’s a lie, isn’t it? Your parents are renowned magical healers. It’s the reason you’ve been buried in books since childhood.”

“My parents? Magical healers? Me? Studying? AHHAHAHAHA!” Riddle's laughter sliced through the air, sharp and scornful, echoing in the stunned silence. “That’s as ridiculous as saying a raven enjoys a writing desk! It’s impossible! Mama is a dedicated housewife, and Papa is a novelist—neither of them has a hint of magic in their veins!” 

With that, Riddle scoffed and strode off to fetch the broom and dustpan.

The room hung heavy with disbelief, the weight of Riddle's mockery lingering. Finally, Idia broke the silence, his voice low and pensive. “At last, the truth emerges. Here’s a soul so engulfed in their fantasies that they have spun a reality that exists only in their imagination.”

Leona chimed in, “That explains everything. I can’t detect a hint of magic in this household.”

Jade's smile faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown. "I once thought Azul's dream was far removed from reality, but Riddle-san's dream is truly a departure from what is real."

Ortho shifted his gaze to the photos hanging on the wall. "All the memories here seem to be crafted from Riddle-san's imagination. How can we wake him up?"

Idia reassured his brother, "Riddle's memories aren't completely gone. I'm sure they're tucked away somewhere in his mind. We just need a way to bring them to the surface."

Silver speculated, "Let's hope someone from Heartslabyul notices the oddness in this conversation."

"Does it have to be someone from Heartslabyul?" Jade smirked, like a whispered secret, his lips curling upward with mischief. His gaze danced around the room as if daring anyone to disagree.

Silver asks, “What?” 

Jade leaned in, “We could try and find the oddity of Riddle’s dream or there’s a simpler way.” His eyes locked onto Azul and Floyd, a silent understanding passing between them like a shared secret.

Azul nodded in agreement, his eyes gleaming with a hint of understanding. "I see, Jade. Yes . . . that could work." 

"If it works on Azul, then it will on Goldfishie," Floyd added, dripping with a hint of challenge, a dare to test the limits.

Trey noticed the three scheming plans unfolding and stepped in, “If you three are planning to harm Riddle, I will—"

Azul intervened, levitating the delicate shards of the shattered cup. With a soft whisper, he wove a spell that made the fragments dance in the air, gradually reassembling into a whole cup. 

Once finished, he gently set the cup on the polished wooden table "Fear not, Trey-san. Nothing will come to harm your Housewarden," He paused, his eyes locking onto Trey's. "Riddle-san is a very important person for us."

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Ace leaned back in his chair. The wooden frame creaked under his weight. As his eyes narrowed to slits, he declared, "I don't trust you."

Deuce nodded, his hands clenching so tight it looked painful. "Me too," he growled. 

Grim's fur stood on end, his tail lashing back and forth like an angry whip. His eyes, glowing with distrust, fixed on the Octavinelle trio. "You want something from Riddle, don't ya?" he hissed, baring his tiny fangs.

Azul's lips curled into a smirk as he adjusted his glasses, "Oh please," he purred, "If you have any better ideas, by all means, voice them out. We need something that can wake Riddle-san despite everything in his dream - a reality where he has no magic and doesn't attend Night Raven College. Not to mention, his parents aren't the people you know."

The three freshmen stood in tense silence, their earlier bravado deflating like punctured balloons. Trey shot a heated glare at the Octavinelle housewarden. After a moment, he faltered and said, "Fine. Don’t keep us in the dark. What’s the plan to wake Riddle?" 

"We‘ll make fun of him." The three Octavinelle students spoke in perfect unison, their synchronized voices sending chills down everyone's spine.

The room erupted in shocked gasps. Ace burst out, his face pale, "Now you're just asking to be decapitated."

Leona rolled his eyes, his tail flicking with irritation. "How could that possibly help us?"

Floyd's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth. "Eh . . . Sea Lion scared?" he taunted, leaning forward. "Goldfishie has no magic, so his unique magic does not exist here. We can have all the fun we want without suffering the consequences."

Jade mirrored his twin brother's expression, "Also, this dream reflects Riddle-kun's self-hatred. We could show that we're envious of his abilities—it's an insult to us, after all."

Cater muttered, his fingers twitching as if itching to grab his phone. “Trey, tell me you have a better plan. I don’t want to bully Riddle-chan.” 

Trey's brow furrowed deeply, doubt clouding his eyes. "Are you sure about this?" he asked skeptically.

The Octavinelle trio turned their piercing gazes toward Trey. Azul's smile widened, "Is there any problem?" he asked. 

Trey's eyes darted around the room, taking in every quaint and homey detail. He gestured broadly and said, "Have you seen this dream?" His words were heavy with implications. "The perfect family, the idyllic home . . . it's all so . . ." he paused, choosing his following words carefully.

"Do you think Riddle has the mental fortitude to handle bullying?" Trey pressed, worry etched itself into every line of his face, aging him beyond his years.

Floyd stretched lazily in his chair, his long limbs sprawling as he smirked. "Yeah," he answered nonchalantly, "Goldfishie ain't some weak little guppy that needs your protection, Sea Turtle."

Jade nodded in agreement,  "I concur with Floyd. You know Riddle-san always strives for excellence and continual improvement. Even after he overblotted, he worked tirelessly to regain the trust of his dorm and strengthen his leadership."

Trey hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line as doubt once again clouded his features. "That's true. He always strives to improve but that—" His words were suddenly cut short by hurried footsteps echoing down the hallway, shattering the tense atmosphere.

Riddle reappeared in the doorway, broom and dustpan clutched tightly in his hands. His head tilted slightly as he scanned the room. "Hm?" His gaze swept the floor, searching for the shattered remnants of the teacup. "Where is the cup?" he asked, perplexed.

Azul raised the cup in his hand, letting the light catch its flawless surface. The porcelain gleamed without a single crack or chip. His smile remained steady, "It's right here, Riddle-san." he said smoothly, dripping with false sweetness. 

Riddle's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the intact cup. "But . . . how?" he breathed. 

Azul adjusted his glasses and replied casually, "Oh, it's quite simple. I used magic to repair it."

Riddle's brow furrowed as realization dawned on him, his lips parting slightly in wonder. Suddenly, his face lit up with childlike excitement. "Ah! That's right!" he exclaimed. "You guys go to the same school as Trey.”

Riddle snatched the delicate cup from Azul's grasp and settled back into his chair, turning the porcelain vessel over in his hands. He studied every intricate detail with childlike wonder, his cheeks puffed out in a playful pout. “Che'nya knows magic too, but he never shows me,” he grumbled.

Across the table, Che'nya remained unfazed, his enigmatic smile never wavering as he savored his steaming cup of tea. 

Floyd rose from his seat, twirling a pen between his long fingers. He sauntered over to Riddle, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "If you want to see," he purred, "I can show you." With the flick of his wrist, Floyd waved his pen, and a shimmering aura enveloped Riddle.

In the blink of an eye, Riddle's punk outfit melted away, replaced by the crisp lines and dark fabric of the Night Raven College school uniform. 

"Ta-da!" Floyd exulted, spreading his arms wide, presenting Riddle like a magician unveiling his greatest trick. "Now you look like us."

Riddle leaped to his feet, the teacup forgotten on the table. He twirled, the uniform's jacket billowing around him like dark wings. His face lit up with unbridled joy as he inspected his new attire. "You're right." he breathed. 

Unable to contain his excitement, Riddle bounded over to Trey, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. "Trey, look!" he exclaimed, tugging at his friend's sleeve with childlike glee.  "I look like a student at your school!"

Trey swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. He forced his smile to remain steady, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah. You are," he managed.

Meanwhile, Ace leaned towards Jade. Eyes wide in disbelief, darting between Floyd and Riddle. "How in the Great Seven did Floyd-senpai change Housewarden's outfit so easily?!" he hissed. 

Jade's lips curled into a knowing smile, "Floyd may not look like it," he began, "but when he's in the right mood, he can produce truly extraordinary results." 

Riddle's gaze snapped towards Ace and Jade, "NO WHISPERING!!!!!!!!!"

The two were caught off guard by Riddle's sudden outburst, their faces reflecting their surprise. 

"No whispering at my tea party," Riddle insisted, "If you want to say something, say it out loud!"

Ace stuttered, "Ah. . . Um. . . Sorry?", unsure about the apology. 

"Apologize. We were just discussing issues about the band." Jade’s apology was smoother than Ace’s. 

“Issues?” 

Azul approached Riddle slowly. The light caught his glasses, momentarily obscuring his calculating gaze. "Riddle-san," he began, "in your absence, a certain . . . problem arose."

Riddle's bright smile faltered, melting away like snow under the sun. He turned to Azul, his brow furrowing with worry. "What's the problem?" he asked. 

Azul sighed dramatically, his shoulders slumping in a show of regret. “We might not have time for band sessions." He paused, letting the words sink in.

"What?!" Riddle sputtered. 

Azul continued, “We all live in faraway places, and all of us are still students. Time is not fortunate to us." His eyes never left Riddle's face, watching for every flicker of emotion.

Riddle's response came swiftly and unexpectedly. "Then you can skip school," he insisted. 

A collective gasp rippled through the room. Deuce's jaw dropped, eyes wide with shock, as if he'd just witnessed pigs fly. “Housewarden’s telling us to skip school.”

Ace muttered, "I never thought I'd ever hear those words come out of his mouth.”

Silver stepped forward. “Riddle-san,” he inquired, tilting his head ever so slightly. Don’t you go to school?”

Riddle shrugged casually as if discussing the weather. "I don't," he replied. "I hate school and studying."

He plopped back into his chair, a dismissive wave of his hand marking the start of his rant, "School and learning are boring and annoying. It’s a waste of time going there!"

Floyd's eyes widened, his jaw clenching tightly. “Goldfishie. Just how much do you . . . ?” His lips parted, ready to unleash a retort, but before he could speak—

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!!!!" Deuce hollered. 

Ace calmly intervened. "Hey, Deuce!"

Deuce's face flushed with embarrassment as he apologized, "Ah . . . Sorry for shouting so suddenly." He looked down, "Like Rosehearts, I used to hate studying and going to school."

Riddle nodded in agreement, a sympathetic smile adorned his face. "It's normal to hate those things," he said. 

Deuce's shoulders slumped, his eyes dropping to the floor as if weighed down by unseen chains. "I found classes boring and constraining because I couldn’t understand them," he began, "I even skipped classes, too," he admitted, the confession spilling out with quiet regret.

Deuce seemed lost in thought for a moment, his gaze drifting away. Before, a small smile crept onto his face, like the first light of dawn breaking through the darkness. "Then after coming to Night Raven College, the Professors and even my Housewarden taught me patiently."

Riddle's brow furrowed slightly. "Housewarden . . . ?" he asked. 

Deuce beamed with pride. "Yes! He's the prefect of our dorm. We're all in the same dorm, Ace, Clover-senpai, Diamond-senpai, and I!" He continued, grateful, "Thanks to Housewarden's tutoring, I'm gradually understanding my lessons, so now I find that school and learning are fun."

Riddle scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. "So what?" he whined,  "Even if you get the lesson, what's the point? Being stuck at a desk all day means you’ll miss out on all the fun outside."

He stomped his feet on the floor, his face scrunched up in a tantrum. "That's what I dislike!" he shouted. “I don’t want to read a book without pictures. It’s like trying to eat a cake without sugar – pointless.”

Sebek countered, "Even without illustrations, books can still be fun to read."

“Even then, I don’t have to read it.” Riddle smiled mischievously. "Papa would just improvise the story for me whenever I asked. Everything is whimsical and wonderful in stories where I’m the protagonist.”

Floyd leans toward his brother, deadpan, “Goldfishie making Azul and Sea Lion’s dream mediocre.” Jade nodded in agreement. 

“Papa is always in his study room. I could go there anytime, whenever there’s a book I want to read. It’s ludicrous to go to school every day and read those boring books. It’s much more fun listening to Papa’s stories during a boat ride or playing croquet.” 

Cater smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "Ah, croquet! It's no surprise the sport thrives in the Queendom of Roses, especially in legends of the Queen of Hearts." He continued enthusiastically, "At our school, each dorm represents a virtue of the Great Seven. I’m in Heartlabyul, inspired by the Queen's strictness. That's why we host a lively croquet tournament as our dorm activity, with our Housewarden as the best player."

Riddle's smirk was immediate, a competitive spark igniting in his eyes. "Oh~ He’s good at croquet? Better than me?" he challenged. 

Cater chuckled, "Out of everyone in our dorm, he’s the best. Yet, that guy is all discipline and strictness. He enforces our dorm rules with an iron fist."

Riddle pouted, his lower lip jutting out like a petulant child's. "I don’t want to be bound by rules," he sniffed. "Rules are just keeping everything from being fun. Your Housewarden sounds like a boring and annoying guy."

Deuce whispered, his voice barely audible, "That's—"

Ace grabbed Deuce's shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. "It's all right, Deuce. Let him talk," he said, his eyes never leaving Riddle's face. 

Deuce quietly argues, “But even if it's a dream. He’s literally denying himself entirely.”

Ace remained calm, but his eyes darted towards the Octavinelle trio, a silent reminder of their plan. "Remember Octanivelle’s plan," he whispered. "Make fun of Housewarden."

Riddle leaned back in his chair, a dismissive wave of his hand accompanying his words. "Ah! It’s such a pity to live with such a nasty guy."

Ace spoke up, “Housewarden is indeed annoying, dude. He's so serious; he can't take a joke well. But—" 

Riddle cut him off, “Enough! I don’t want to hear about that guy anymore. Change the topic!” his patience was wearing thin.

Ace shrugged, his shoulders rising and falling in a nonchalant gesture. "Oh. You don’t have to listen to me. I’m just talking to myself.”

Riddle's eyes widened in surprise, taken aback by Ace's response. "Huh?!" he exclaimed. "You’re being rude! I said change the topic!"

Ace’s lips curled upwards. "And you also said no whispering. If I want to say something, I should say it loud." he reminded Riddle of his rules earlier, 

Riddle was taken aback at Ace’s response, his face reddening. Floyd, barely holding back his laughter, covered his mouth to stifle a chuckle.

Ace continues, “So about our Housewarden, he’s so strict about everything. He’s always at the top of his class. Both in academic and magic.” 

Azul nodded to that, admiration and annoyance flickering across his face. "I can vouch for that. Seeing his name on the top of the board irritated me," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of rivalry.

Ace smirked, “See? Isn’t it awesome that other dorm students are looking at him differently? A leader has to be strong, because no one would follow a queen who treats theirs gently.” 

Leona chuckled, “Ha! Now that I can agree.” 

Silver nodded, “While I can’t say strength is everything. I do think a willingness to learn is something everyone needs.” 

Sebek agrees with his senior, “Yes. If they do not deserve respect, I won’t even think to improve myself with them.” 

“Learning attitude? Improvement?” Riddle clenched his fist tightly, “That’s boring! Isn't all of that just miserable?!"

Before Ace could continue his heated argument with Riddle, Floyd stepped in. He knelt in front of Riddle, his warm hand gently caressing Riddle's arm. Riddle met Floyd's gaze, but instead of the usual mischief, Floyd's eyes were shrouded in an overwhelming sadness.

"Oi, Goldfishie," Floyd lamented, "I don’t understand."

Riddle's gaze dropped to the ground, avoiding Floyd's eyes. "Understand?" he echoed. 

"Everyone is saying positive things about you," Floyd continued, "No one is talking badly about you, yet you see it so differently." With a gentle but firm movement, Floyd wrapped his arms around Riddle, pulling him close.

But in the blink of an eye, Floyd's demeanor shifted. His eyes turned cold, his smile twisting into a menacing grin. "Wake up, Riddle," he growled. 

Without warning, Floyd lunged at Riddle, his fangs bared. He sank them into Riddle's neck, the sudden movement sending shockwaves through the group. Riddle screamed, hitting Floyd with everything he had, his small fists flying wildly.

Azul and Jade sprang into action. They grabbed Floyd, pulling him away from Riddle with force. Jade pinned his brother on the floor while Azul blocked Floyd's view of Riddle. "Floyd! Stop with your reckless behavior," Azul commanded.

Trey and Cater rushed to Riddle's side, their faces etched with concern. Trey examined the bite mark as he touched Riddle's skin. "Riddle, are you okay?" he fretted. 

Riddle's eyes welled up with tears. His small frame trembling as fear gripped him tightly, each breath coming out in soft, stuttering gasps. Cater hugs and cradles him back and forth."There, there," he murmured softly. “There's nothing to cry about.”

Floyd struggled against Jade's grip, his body writhing like a trapped animal. Azul turned to the Heartslabyul students, "Take Riddle-san if you want him to live!!!!"

Cater and Trey nodded to each other. Cater took Riddle away from the living room, holding him tightly as they disappeared into the hallway. Trey looked at his juniors, "Ace, Deuce, keep an eye on them — Use force if necessary!"

"Understood!" The freshmen spoke in unison. After Trey left, the two freshmen blocked the only pathway to leave the living room, their stances resolute.

Floyd glanced at Riddle's retreating form, his eyes lingering on the sight of Riddle's distress. The sight seemed to enrage him further. His face contorted in anger, his eyes blazing with fury. "You're crying?" he spat, venomously. "The hell you have something to cry about!"

Chapter Text

No matter how much Floyd struggled, Jade's hold remained firm. The chaotic energy in the room shifted as Azul lifted his magic pen, "Floyd, cease this immediately." he commanded, radiating an authority that couldn't easily be dismissed.

Floyd met Azul’s gaze with a smirk, equal parts defiance and mischief. “Fine,” he drawled mockingly, “Let’s do it this way.”

Jade pressed Floyd's head to the floor, his voice calm but unyielding. "That should help you calm down." His grim, however, betrayed no mercy;

Across the room, everyone instinctively backed away from the trio as if retreating from a storm about to break. Nervous energy crackled in the air. Deuce nudged Ace hesitantly. “Hey.”

“What?!” Ace whispered back, eyes darting nervously toward the intimidating trio from Octavinelle.

“Have you ever tackled Floyd-senpai during basketball practice?” Deuce's curiosity churned beneath the surface, an innocent question carrying a hint of trepidation.

Ace shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle that felt wildly out of place during the tense moment. “Nah—he either skips practice or wipes us all out.”

Deuce sighed, drawing his shoulders in as if bracing himself to bear the weight of their situation. “I wish Clover-senpai hadn't ordered us to guard the doorway.”

“Same here . . .” Ace murmured, their shared look heavy with frustration.

“Forget about that!” Grim seized the moment. “We need to do something about those three!” 

As one, all eyes turned to the formidable trio– bodies frozen, waiting for someone to make the first move. 

“Oi, Sebek!” Grim hollered, jabbing an accusatory paw at the Dismonia freshman. “Zap them! You did it once before!”

Sebek stiffened under Grim's demand, doubt clouding his expression as he glanced at Floyd, still squirming under Jade's hold. “We were underwater then,” he muttered darkly. “I can’t risk electrocuting everyone here.”

The freshmen exchanged anxious glances, the thought of being caught in a storm of electricity hovering over them.

Leona lowly growled from his corner of the room, irritation flickering across his face like embers ready to ignite. “If this drags on any longer,” he snapped, “we’ll lose our shot at taking down that damn lizard!”

Idia shot back, “You think we don’t know that?!”

Just then, Orthos stepped forward, his ears straining as he scanned the perimeter. “Do you guys hear something?” he ventured cautiously.

Leona closed his eyes, blocking out everything but the sound. “Something’s coming. . .” he murmured, brows furrowing in concentration.

Suddenly, a deep rumble echoed through the house, growing louder by the second. Everyone froze as Cater and Trey appeared—entwined in a torrent of liquid and screaming—hurtling towards them on a crest of dark fluid. “LOOK OUT!” they yelled, but their warning came too late.

With a colossal splash,  the wave crashed into the living room, flinging Cater and Trey into chaos. Their terrified yells mingled with the rushing liquid as everyone was knocked off their feet, drenched and disoriented. The liquid spread across the room in an inky flood, pooling on the floor and soaking everything in its path.

Grim coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of sticky liquid as he scrambled upright, wide eyes darting around in panic. “What is this stuff?!” he croaked.

Deuce wiped his face with trembling hands. “It’s . . . warm?” he muttered, staring at his soaked clothes.

Ace sniffed the air cautiously, “It smells kind of . . . sweet? Kinda familiar.”

Leona shook droplets from his hair, irritation deepening as he tried to regain composure. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve before pausing, his eyes narrowing in realization. “It . . . it tastes like black tea,” he muttered incredulously.

The group exchanged stunned glances as Trey sprinted towards the kitchen, his voice ringing out across the room like a clarion call. "THE KITCHEN! CLOSE THE KITCHEN'S DOOR!"

They turned and froze in horror-the door was spewing an endless stream of dark liquid, identical to what had just flooded the living room. 

Ace's jaw dropped in shock. "What the . . . ?!"

Cater staggered forward, dripping wet but resolute. “If we don’t close that door now,” he shouted over the chaos, “we’ll be swimming in tea!”

Everyone surged toward the kitchen door like soldiers responding to a rallying cry, battling against the tide of liquid threatening to overwhelm them. 

Silver's face set in a grim mask as he pushed against the door with all his might, his voice straining with effort. "The water pressure is strong. . .  * cough* *cough* *cough*. "

Sebek rushed to aid Silver, his voice sharp with urgency. "SILVER! HEY HUMANS! Are you guys pushing or what?!"

Ace struggled to keep up, his lungs burning from the exertion. " * cough* *cough* AH! It's in my mouth now!"

Deuce's face twisted with effort as he pushed with all his might. "Just a little more! One more push!"

They pushed together with all their strength until finally, with one final heave, the door slammed shut.

The group collapsed against each other, panting heavily in the aftermath. They exchanged stunned glances, the silence around them thick with shock.

Ace broke it with a yell of frustration. “What was that?! Why is the kitchen pouring out tea?!”

Cater wiped his face with a drenched sleeve before answering, "Trey asked Riddle-kun where the first-aid supplies were after . . . well, you know." He glanced vaguely toward Floyd across the room. "Riddle-kun froze up—probably scared stiff—and Trey figured there would be some in the kitchen." He sighed heavily and gestured toward the now-sealed door. "And then . . . this happened." He waved towards their soaked surroundings.

Floyd began to laugh loudly, his amusement infectious but also puzzling. “HAHAHAHAHHAHAH! Goldfishie’s dream is so much chaos! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” His eyes sparkled with mischief, suggesting he found joy in the unpredictability of it all.

Deuce's brows furrowed, curiosity etched across his face. "Did the tea ruin his mind? I hear in stories about the Queen of Hearts that tea and biscuits have magical effects when you consume them."

"Yeah, maybe that's what's going on.” Ace quipped. “This dream world is already mad. ARG! Housewarden, why'd you have to dream like this? I would have preferred to see your dream about everyone following the rules over this!” He kicked at the still tea on the floor, frustration evident in his actions.

As the group caught their breath, Ortho's eyes began to glow faintly. His head swivels methodically as if scanning the room. 

Idia noticed his brother's behavior first. "Ortho? What are you doing?"

"Running a thermal scan of the area, Nii-san." Ortho replied, his voice carrying a hint of concern. "Something seems . . . off."

The others exchanged puzzled glances, still dripping with tea. Deuce opened his mouth to ask, but Ortho suddenly turned to Cater, his glowing eyes dimming back to normal.

"Cater-san?" Ortho's voice was laced with an unusual urgency.

"Hm? Yeah?" Cater responded, wringing out his polo sleeve.

"Where did you leave Riddle-san?"

The question dropped like a stone in water. Everyone froze, the realization dawning on their faces as they looked around the room. Their little red-haired Housewarden was nowhere to be seen.

Cater's eyes widened in disbelief. "That can't be. He should also have been caught in that tsunami tea with me and Trey."

Before anyone could react further, Floyd began to run, only to be quickly intercepted by Azul and Jade. They quickly grab Floyd’s arms. 

"Move out of the way." Floyd growled, struggling against their grip.

Jade's voice was calm but firm. "Not when your mind is running wild."

"Ortho-san should have noticed Riddle-san's whereabouts," Azul reasoned, his grip on Floyd tightening. "If Ortho-san can't find Riddle-san, then that must mean–"

"SHUT UP!!!!" Floyd's anguished cry echoed through the room, silencing everyone as the gravity of the situation sank in.

"Floyd," Azul hissed through gritted teeth, "did you seriously think you could escape me?"

A manic grin split Floyd's face. “Let’s find–” 

" I'm him and he's them. Split Card! "

In a flash of light, two identical Caters materialized. Without hesitation, they pounced on Floyd, pinning him to the ground with surprising strength.

"Whoa there, big guy!" the Lab Coat Cater called out, "Let's not do anything crazy, 'kay? This isn't exactly Magicam-worthy material!"

The clones grunted with effort as they held Floyd down. The PE Uniform Cater quipped, "Man, I didn't sign up for this kind of workout today! #UnexpectedGymSession , am I right?"

Cater’s attempt at levity fell flat in the charged atmosphere, but his voice softened as he added, “That should keep him at bay. For now, at least.” His usual cheerful demeanor cracked slightly, revealing a flicker of worry beneath his smile.

Ace and Deuce stared at him, mouths agape in shock.

“Woah. Cater-senpai was able to beat Floyd-senpai so easily,” Ace blurted out.

“That’s amazing, Diamond-senpai,” Deuce added, his tone full of admiration.

Cater chuckled lightly, though his nerves were still evident. “Aw, the ADeuce duo is amazed by me. Today’s my lucky day! Then again, I am your senior. Besides,” he continued with a sly grin, “Floyd-kun’s unique magic won’t work on me anyway.”

“That’s right! Diamond-senpai is just duplicating himself,” Deuce realized aloud.

“Yeah. It’s incompatible. Like what can Floyd-senpai throwback? Cater-senpai clones itself?” Ace smirked.

Cater waved a hand dismissively. “Now that’s one problem solved. But we still need to find—”

“Ġ̴̭͓̖̗͈̼̬̣͒͑̿̐͋̅͜͜͝ē̸̮̠̖̮͇̻͒͝t̷̥̼́̾̓̎̈́̌͒ ̷̯̖̜̫͎̤͋͑̾̾o̴͉͖̘̻̺̤͍̕u̸̙̬̖͚̻͗̽͐͜͝ͅt̵̠̬̱̼̤̮͙͔͉͔̀̽͒̀͠…̷̨̛̤̻̳͎̰̙͙͖̓”

The words cut through the air like a blade. Everyone froze, their breath catching as an eerie female voice echoed through the room.

Grim darted behind Yuu, trembling. “Did . . . Did anyone else hear that?”

Trey visibly paled, his hands trembling as he stepped back. “I know that voice . . .”

“Ġ̴̭͓̖̗͈̼̬̣͒͑̿̐͋̅͜͜͝ē̸̮̠̖̮͇̻͒͝t̷̥̼́̾̓̎̈́̌͒ ̷̯̖̜̫͎̤͋͑̾̾o̴͉͖̘̻̺̤͍̕u̸̙̬̖͚̻͗̽͐͜͝ͅt̵̠̬̱̼̤̮͙͔͉͔̀̽͒̀͠…̷̨̛̤̻̳͎̰̙͙͖̓” The voice came again, louder this time.

“That’s Riddle’s mother’s voice!” Trey braced himself against the wall, his fear palpable.

“Y̶̠̮̠̭̱̗̔̂̈͑͋́̽͜ö̴̰̳̻͕́ṵ̴̮͇̫͇̼̗́͂͒̿̕’̵̺̻̭̜͕̝̩̈́̉̀̃͜v̵̠̩̰̓̑̿̈́̽̎̉ë̵̢͈̭̹͎̫́̓͂ ̶̥̹̻̹͓̄͛̃̎̊͊b̸̺͈͙̜̑̏̓̈́̓̚͠e̶̮̗̲͉͌͂̒̽̈̽͘e̷̡̯͕͇̎͊͂ñ̶̖͙̣̒́̅͗͘ ̵̬̲͎͕̿̑̂̀r̷͈͔̟̀̅ű̵̦͓͎͈͈̫͖͗̏̀̕͝d̵̞̀̄e̴̥͎̼̬̓̐̇̽̿͐̌͘ ̷̜̣͕̭͎̅͝ţ̵̛̖̍̓̒̈́͝o̸̻͐́̂͆̆͒ ̴͙̌̐̈̕m̴̧̟͉̬̤̮͇̂͂̀̑̊̌̿̓y̴͊̈́̀ͅ ̸̢̰̼̙̥̱̺̀̅̂̕̚͝ḏ̸̼̖̗̦͓̍̍̀̑̈́̉̂́ȅ̴̟̅͠ȃ̴̲͌́r̵̫͚̼̉͊́̿̆͋̕͜͝ ̶̧̼͐s̶͎͕̯͇̪̯̃o̷̗̩̱̠͈͌͋̓͊̈́̀̑̕ͅn̸̥̣͆̒͐̃̈̓̄͝.̴̳̦͉͕̣̻̇̏͌͠ ̶̧͈͓̮̥̰̙̐̃͆̊̔͌̚G̶͔͕̲͉̑ḙ̵̓͆̈́̌͂̑̏̊t̸̨͔̫̰̬̹̝̺͒ ̴̛̟͊̋̎͛͝ò̴̮̮͔̠ͅư̵̧̳̻̯̱̘̹̼̓̔̏̕͠ţ̵̫̖͙̝̱̻͐͆̐̏͌̄!̴̧͔̜̮͈͖̥̣́”

The group stiffened as the voice grew sharper and angrier. Floyd rolled his eyes from where Cater’s clones held him in place. “Ya know? You’re a terrible dam for Goldfishie.”

Everyone turned to stare at Floyd in disbelief as he continued speaking without hesitation.

“You fed him terrible meals. You didn’t let him play with Sea Turtle and Catfish. Heck! You didn’t even give him a chance to choose for himself.” Floyd snarled, his tone dripping with disdain. “No wonder Goldfishie never accepts it.”

Before Trey could ask what Floyd meant, the house suddenly turned blood red. Shadows erupted from the floor like living tendrils, grabbing at everyone’s legs.

“AH!” Grim screamed, clawing at Yuu’s back. The others scrambled to escape as shadowy hands tightened their grip around ankles and calves.

Cater’s clones vanished instantly under the assault of the shadows. Chaos erupted as everyone ran in different directions through the house, dodging and weaving to avoid being ensnared.

Floyd broke free from the shadows’ grasp and bolted toward the foyer, his heart pounding in his chest. His sharp eyes scanned the room frantically until they landed on a familiar figure. Riddle stood there alone, his red hair glowing faintly in the eerie crimson light.

“GOLDFISHIE!!!!!” Floyd yelled, his voice filled with relief and joy as he ran toward Riddle. But just as he reached him, Riddle turned and opened the door to the outside.

“The band is dissolved now. You need to leave.” Riddle said coldly, his tone devoid of emotion.

Floyd froze for a moment, stunned by the words. “The hell with that! Come on!” he protested, grabbing Riddle’s hand in desperation. But as he tried to pull him away, Riddle’s hand slipped out of his grasp like water.

“Goldfishie?” Floyd’s voice cracked slightly, confusion and hurt flashing across his face.

“Leave now. Don’t ever come back,” Riddle replied firmly, his voice layered with something unnatural—almost as if it weren’t entirely his own.

“The hell you’re–” Floyd started to argue, but Riddle’s voice suddenly boomed louder, overlapping with another—a hauntingly familiar female voice.

“G̷̢̨̛̹̑͋̕͠Ê̶̢̠̫̫̭͍T̶̢̧̜̝̮̮͈̳́̉̐͜ ̶̢̢̦͚̇̊̉̍̓̿͠Ö̴̗̠͑̽Ų̶͔̪̮̲͕͗ͅT̶̝̘͍̰̼̘̱̏́͑͂̔̇̈́̌̄!̵̝͙̩͙͖̪̻̉̍̕” The command reverberated through the house, shaking Floyd to his core.

Before he could react or comprehend what was happening, shadowy hands surged forward from the floor and shoved him backward with overwhelming force. He stumbled outside into the warm daylight. 

“No! Goldfishie!” Floyd shouted as he scrambled to his feet and rushed back toward the house. But before he could reach the door, one by one, the others were thrown out after him—crashing into him like a pile of discarded dolls.

Groaning under their weight, Floyd struggled to push them off as he heard the door creak ominously. His eyes snapped toward it just in time to see Riddle standing in the doorway.

“RIDDLE!” Floyd yelled again, reaching out desperately.

But Riddle didn’t respond. Slowly, deliberately, he closed the door behind him with a resounding * click* that echoed through the still air.

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Floyd’s hands gripped the unyielding doorknob, his breathing ragged and uneven. He twisted the knob. Pulled. Kicked. Each movement screamed in desperation. “DAMN IT!!!!!” he roared, his frustration echoing through the eerie silence. Yet the door remained stubbornly shut, mocking his efforts.

He clenched his fists and pounded on the door, knowing it was futile but unable to stop himself. Each strike reverberated through the night like a cry of defiance.  Finally, with a heavy sigh, Floyd turned away, the weight of defeat settling on his shoulders.

As he trudged back toward the group, his steps dragged like lead. He caught sight of them picking themselves up off the ground. Grim shook himself vigorously, trying to rid his dark fur of sticky black tea and dirt. Ace groaned loudly, inspecting his soaked uniform with a grimace.

“Uwah! We’re all covered in black tea and dirt,” Ace complained, wrinkling his nose. “This is gross! Can we just change already?”

Ortho checked on his gears for any damage. Luckily, there were none. “Considering those shadowy hands earlier,” he said thoughtfully, “there’s a high probability we’ll face the Darkness again. We should prepare ourselves. Let’s change into our dorm uniforms.”

Floyd reached them just as Ace groaned again. “Ugh . . . I didn’t want to do this again! But I guess you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.”

The group exchanged determined glances before raising their hands and shouting in unison, “Dreamy Magical Makeover!”

Instantly, their dirty school uniforms shimmered and transformed into their respective dorm attire. 

Grim puffed out his chest proudly, looking down at himself. “Now this is more like it! Let’s take on whatever comes next!”

Floyd adjusted his jacket with an irritated tug and glanced back at the house one last time. His sharp eyes narrowed as he muttered, “What’s next? We got kicked out.” He gestured toward the stubbornly closed door. “The damn thing won’t budge.”

“Yeah. And whose fault was that?” Trey snapped.

Floyd turned to Trey with a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “What’s your problem, Sea Turtle?”

“My problem?” Trey stepped closer to Floyd, fists clenched at his sides. “You bit him!” he chided. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!”

Floyd grinned mockingly, leaning in closer to Trey’s face. “Oh? And what are you gonna do about it? Bake me a cake?”

Without warning, Trey’s fist struck Floyd’s jaw with a sharp punch. The blow came faster than anticipated—a crack of knuckles against bone resonating like a gunshot. Floyd staggered back, and his smirk vanished. For the first time, the eel looked uncertain.

The group froze.

Deuce’s jaw dropped. “Clover-senpai just punched Floyd-senpai?!”

Ace gaped, his usual bravado shattered. “Dude . . . I didn’t think he had it in him. I mean . . . You know Trey-senpai! The guy who fixes everyone’s mistakes, not—”

“—not this,” Cater concluded, his tone unexpectedly grave as he wiped the beads of sweat slowly trickling down his forehead. “First time I’ve seen him lose it. Like . . . actually lose it.”

Trey dropped his fist, his breath deep and steady as he locked eyes with Floyd. “You have to stop treating Riddle like he’s your personal plaything,” he lashed, even amidst the charged atmosphere. “He’s not some toy for you to toss around.”

Floyd rubbed his jaw with a grimace before wiping blood from his split lip with the back of his hand, his laughter hollow.  “Heh . . . getting pompous, are we?”

Trey grabbed Floyd’s collar, yanking him close. “If you ever touch him again, I’ll—”

Cater quickly stepped forward, placing a hand on Trey’s shoulder and speaking softly but urgently. “Trey! I get it—you’re mad. But fighting isn’t gonna help us figure this mess out.”

Trey exhaled deeply and stepped back reluctantly, turning away from Floyd but keeping his fists clenched tightly at his sides. Cater shot Floyd a warning look before turning back to Trey. 

Leona rolled his eyes lazily, breaking the tension like only he could. “Do we really need that pampered redhead?”

Floyd’s expression darkened instantaneously as he turned to face Leona head-on. “What did you say?”

Deuce stepped forward angrily before Floyd could act on his anger toward Leona. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides as he shouted, “Are you tryin’ to ditch Housewarden Rosehearts?”

Leona shrugged nonchalantly. “He clearly doesn’t want to wake up,” he said flatly. “He kicked us out.”

Idia hesitated before chiming in from behind the group, adjusting his tablet nervously as he spoke softly but firmly, “But . . . Riddle-shi’s unique magic is essential for fighting against Malleus-shi. He has faster casting time than most people.”

Leona countered with an annoyed shrug. “Time is against us—and we already have enough people here.”

Jade raised his hand calmly, as if addressing a class discussion rather than an argument brewing among dorm leaders and students alike. “This argument will lead us nowhere. I propose we vote on it instead—aye for continuing to wake Riddle-san; nay for leaving him behind.”

Floyd rolled his eyes at Jade's suggestion, impatience bubbling over. “Fudge that!” he snapped, stomping back toward the house without hesitation.

Azul’s voice rang out sharply behind him, laced with alarm. “Floyd! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Floyd didn’t even glance back. “Getting back inside! If the door won’t budge, I’ll find a window. If the window won’t open, I’ll break it. If the window won’t break, I’ll put a hole in that wall!” 

Azul groaned audibly, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “That is reckless even for you.”

Jade chuckled softly as he followed Floyd at a measured pace. “You know how he gets when he’s focused on something. There’s no stopping him now.”

Azul reluctantly fell into step behind them, muttering under his breath. “This better not end in disaster.”

Trey stepped forward quickly to intercept them. “And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

The duo answered in unison without missing a beat, “To wake Riddle.”

Silver frowned as he moved closer to the group. “Acting recklessly might make the Darkness stronger.”

Floyd spun around abruptly, glaring at Silver with unrestrained annoyance. “Do *you* have a better idea to get back inside?!”

Before anyone could respond further, a soft humming sound drifted through the air like a melody carried on the wind. It was faint at first, almost indistinguishable from the rustling of leaves, but it grew louder with each passing moment.

“ Hmm~ hmm~ hmm~🎶 hmm~ hmm~ hmm~🎶 ”

The group froze, their heads snapping toward the source of the sound. Trey’s eyes widened in recognition. “That voice? Che’nya?! Where are you?!”

As if summoned by his name, Che’nya materialized before them, floating lazily in midair with his trademark grin. “For a moment there, I thought you forgot about me. Nya~” His lilac tail swished behind him as he tilted his head playfully.

Floyd’s frustration bubbled over, his sharp teeth bared in irritation. “Oi, Catfish. If you’re so clever, you got any tricks to get us back inside?”

Che’nya chuckled, flipping upside down as he floated closer to Floyd. “Who knows? Could be over there . . . or maybe over here. Nya~” He gestured vaguely in different directions, his grin widening as he reveled in their confusion.

Floyd clenched his fists, cracking his knuckles menacingly. “I’m going to squeeze him.”

Azul adjusted his glasses with a sigh. “And how exactly do you plan to squeeze him, Floyd? That cat beastman has no neck, remember?”

Floyd’s grin turned sharp and dangerous. “He still has a head.”

“Oh my, so violent!” Che’nya purred, twirling out of reach. “But I’m not the only one who knows the way, you know.”

Trey blinked, caught off guard. “Eh?”

Che’nya’s eyes glinted as he floated upside down, gaze settling on Trey. “You know where, too . . . right, Trey?”

Floyd’s eyes narrowed, turning on Trey. “Catfish telling the truth? You know how to get in, Sea Turtle?”

“How the hell would I—” Trey started to protest, but stopped abruptly as realization dawned on him. He dashed away from the group without hesitation. 

“Sea Turtle! Hey!” Floyd shouted as he sprinted after Trey. His long strides quickly closed the gap between them.

Jade and Azul shared a knowing glance, a blend of mild amusement and weary acceptance flickering across their faces. With a playful shrug of their shoulders, they fell into step behind Floyd, their footsteps echoing softly on the pavement. 

“Well, it’s better than doing nothing,” Ace muttered, sighing as he jogged after the trio.

“Yeah,” Deuce agreed, hurrying to catch up. Yuu and Grim trailed close behind. 

Leona groaned loudly, dragging his feet as he reluctantly joined the chase. “Arg. . . This is getting ridiculous.”

The group rushed to follow Trey, who led them to the side of the house. He stopped abruptly in front of an old window framed by ivy-covered walls.

“Here,” Trey said simply, gesturing toward the window.

“What about this window?” Ortho asked, tilting his head as he analyzed its structure.

Trey placed a hand on the sill. “Che’nya and I first met Riddle here. We knocked at window to get his attention. We invited him to play with us, and he agreed . . . he climbed out through this very window.”

“If this is based on Riddle-san’s dream,” Ortho mused thoughtfully, “this window could be a way in and out.”

Trey nodded slowly, his voice tinged with emotion as he added, “Yeah . . . it might be.”

Without another word, Trey pushed open the window. It creaked loudly as it swung outward, revealing the dimly lit interior of the house. He hesitated for only a moment before climbing inside.

The group stared in stunned silence before Floyd broke it with an impatient yell. “Oi! Sea Turtle! Don’t leave us hanging!”

“Ye– Yeah. Sorry.” Trey jumped inside the room, landing softly as he looked around. Books lined the shelves in neat rows, and a study table sat in the corner, complete with a small lamp and pens carefully arranged in their holders. The room exuded an air of strict order and discipline.

One by one, everyone followed Trey inside. Azul adjusted his glasses as he scanned the room with curiosity. “What is this room?”

Trey responded, “You could say this is Riddle’s study room. His mother used to tutor him here, giving him extra homework on top of what he already had from school.”

Azul’s eyes widened in disbelief. “He was given homework by his mother while doing his schoolwork? That’s . . . excessive.”

Ace shivered, crossing his arms tightly. “Wow, studying at school and then studying at home? No wonder Housewarden doesn’t know how to have fun.”

Deuce shot Ace a look, his tone firm but not unkind. “Ace! Don’t disrespect Housewarden’s lifestyle. We shouldn’t judge him for how he was raised.”

Ace shot back, “Dude, have you forgotten? It’s because of how he was raised that he almost killed us.”

Ortho, examining the room’s layout, smiled faintly. “Still, this could work as a safe room. If we get kicked out again, we can just jump back through the window.”

Floyd leaned against the study table, his sharp gaze fixed on its surface as if imagining Riddle sitting there for hours on end. “You must have waited so long to go out again, huh, Goldfishie?”

“Floyd,” Trey called softly.

“What?” Floyd replied without looking up.

“What do you mean by all of that?” Trey asked. 

“Huh?” Floyd turned to face him, confusion flickering across his face.

“You literally told Riddle’s mother how bad she is—which I can’t argue with. But you also said other things like ‘ You don’t understand ’ and ‘ No wonder Riddle never accepts it. ’ What are you talking about?”

Floyd shrugged nonchalantly, cracking a sly grin. “Think of it as payback for telling us about the window.” His grin faded slightly as he added more quietly, “I don’t understand why Goldfishie can’t accept happiness.”

Trey frowned, his brows knitting together in thought. “Huh?”

“Think of it like this, Sea Turtle.” Floyd grabbed a pen from the study table, twirling it between his fingers with practiced ease. “If you give someone a flower, normally they’d accept it, right?” He leaned the pen toward Trey.

“Yeah,” Trey replied, taking the pen from Floyd’s hand.

“Goldfishie ain’t like that,” Floyd muttered, his tone shifting to something more contemplative.

“Hm?” Trey tilted his head, puzzled.

“When you give him a flower,” Floyd continued, “he just stands there—not rejecting it, not accepting it. It’s like he’s frozen. I don’t know if he even realizes it himself, but . . .” Floyd paused briefly before finishing, “I feel like he’s scared to accept it— ‘the flower’.”

Trey’s expression softened as he processed Floyd’s words. He glanced down at the pen in his hand as if considering its weight before looking back at Floyd.

Floyd snatched the pen back and placed it neatly on the desk. “Anyway,” he said lightly, his grin returning as if to brush off the moment's seriousness, “that’s just what I think.”

Floyd opened the door and peeked outside. The hallway beyond was still drenched in that eerie red light, just like when they’d been tossed out. He frowned, glancing back at the others. “Weird. This room’s normal, but outside’s still all red.”

Curious, Floyd knelt and studied the threshold. He noticed the black tea pooling at the doorway but not spilling inside—the liquid seemed to stop at an invisible line, as if there was a barrier separating this room from the rest of the house.

He tapped his finger thoughtfully on the tea. “Huh. Even the tea won’t come in. Looks like there’s some kinda wall here.”

Rising to his feet, Floyd cast a sideways glance at Riddle’s desk and the neatly arranged books. A sly grin tugged at his lips. “This room seems to be important to you, Goldfishie,” he said, his voice softer than usual, almost contemplative. “Guess even the darkness knows not to mess with your stuff, huh?”

Suddenly, Idia’s tablet pinged. His voice crackled through the speaker, flat and a little tinny. “Okay, everyone, can I get your attention for a sec?”

The group turned to the floating tablet. 

Silver folded his arms. “What is it, Idia-san?”

Idia confided, “We haven’t seen any NPCs except Che’nya so far. He’s been helping us, which makes me think he’s like that guy from Leona-shi’s dream. So here’s my theory.”

Sebek raised an eyebrow, impatience clear in his stance. “Out with it, then!”

“The house,” Idia’s voice buzzed, “is the Darkness.”

A hush fell over the group.

Idia continues, “In the other dreams, the Darkness always turned into a person. But here? It’s like the house itself is alive. Maybe there were never any real people here—just us, and the house.”

Ortho worries about his brother’s theory. “So, this place is a trap for Riddle-san? Are we up against a monster house?”

Floyd gave a low whistle. “Just what I wanted to hear,” he said, dripping with sarcasm.

Ace frowned, “But what about Housewarden’s mom?”

Cater shifted uneasily. “Yeah . . . Riddle’s mama. We’ve only ever heard her voice, right? She never actually came out to see us.”

Floyd scratched his head. “When she called out, did you notice? Her voice didn’t bounce around. No echo at all.” He tapped his ear for emphasis.

Grim snorted. “So what? Maybe she’s just got a loud voice.”

Floyd shook his head. “Nah. The kitchen’s way down the hall, but her voice sounded flat, like she was right next to us. If she were really in there, we’d hear her voice echo through the hall.” He snapped his fingers. “But nothing. Not even a whisper of a bounce.”

Idia nodded, picking up the thread. “In dreams, anything you can imagine can appear. But if Riddle-shi can’t picture something clearly—like a loving mother—then it can’t really take shape. That’s why all we get is a voice, not a person.”

Floyd stared at the floor, his usual grin nowhere to be found. The weight of the realization pressed down harder than he wanted to admit.

Jade noticed his brother’s silence and quietly approached. “Floyd?”

No response. Jade tried again, softer this time, but Floyd remained distant. With a small sigh, Jade flicked him sharply on the forehead.

“Ow!” Floyd rubbed his forehead, scowling. “What was that for?”

“You didn’t notice me. Had to get creative,” Jade replied, a faint, knowing smile tugging at his lips.

Floyd’s scowl softened, “Jade . . .”

“Yes?” Jade’s voice lowered, gentle and steady, reading the unspoken words.

“Do you still remember Ma and Pop’s smiles?”

“Of course,” Jade said easily. “It’s hard to forget. They’re still with us, always smiling.”

Floyd’s voice dropped, quieter than usual, fragile. “Then why . . .?”

Jade placed a reassuring hand on Floyd’s shoulder, grounding him. “Floyd.”

“Hm?”

“Should we invite Riddle-san to one of our parents’ parties? Mother’s been wanting to meet him ever since orientation.”

A slow grin spread across Floyd’s face, genuine and light. “Why not? Those parties are dead boring anyway. Maybe Goldfishie’ll liven things up.”

The twins shared a quiet laugh, the tension between them easing for a moment.

Azul approached, pinching the bridge of his nose with a tired sigh. “You two, enough scheming. Whatever you’re planning, save it for later and focus on the problem at hand.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Floyd drawled, waving him off with a smirk.

“Understood,” Jade replied smoothly, nodding.

Azul shook his head and walked away, muttering under his breath, “For Riddle-san’s sake, I hope he survives meeting your family.”

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Floyd lingered at the doorframe as the others discussed strategy, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a bored scowl. His gaze drifted to the red-lit hallway beyond.

“This is getting boring. What’s the point of all this talking if it can’t help us find Goldfishie?” he muttered, rolling his shoulders in restless irritation. Yet, He didn’t dare step out, not after being kicked out once already, but the urge to act gnawed at him.

“Floyd-senpai.”

The familiar voice broke through his thoughts. He turned to find Ace, Deuce, Yuu, and Grim standing there. Yuu had Grim tucked against her arms, the cat beastman’s tail flicking in agitation.

“What?” Floyd snapped, wary. “Not in the mood for small talk,”

Ace waved off the response. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve got a question for you—what’s your relationship with Housewarden?”

Floyd’s bored scowl deepened as he leaned farther against the wall, balancing on one foot. “My relationship with Goldfishie?”

“You’re not in Heartslabyul,” Ace pressed, arms crossed. “Not in his class, not in his club. So why’re you always buzzing around him like some lost puppy?”

Deuce narrowed his eyes but stayed quiet, while Yuu spoke up thoughtfully, “Come to think about it, when we did the stakeout during the Spelldrive incident. You zeroed in on Riddle first. Then us . . . after we sort of caught your attention.”

Grim’s ears twitched as he muttered from Yuu’s arms, “Kinda sounds like you’ve been looking out for him this whole time—even when no one else was.”

Floyd opened his mouth, a smirk tugging at the corner, but then his head turned sharply, eyes narrowing.

Somewhere past the doorway, faint and muffled, came a sound.

Sniff . . . Sniff . . .

Floyd stiffened, his head tilting slightly toward the red-lit hall. The freshmen quartet, who’d drifted back toward the merfolk trio, fell silent as they noticed his sudden change in posture.

Deuce frowned, noticing the change. "Floyd-senpai? Is something wrong?"

A soft, trembling voice—so faint it barely rode the air—slipped out from somewhere beyond the doorway. “. . . I want to get out of here . . .  I want to leave . . .”

Floyd’s eyes widened. “Goldfishie?” he breathed. Without a second thought, he pushed off the wall and slipped out the door, following the voice into the red-lit corridor.

“HEY!” Deuce shouted after him, rushing forward to give chase.

“Wait—!” Ace darted after Deuce and snagged the back of his collar, holding him in place. “Don’t just run off, idiot! You’ll get lost too!”

Yuu juggled Grim in her arms, unsure whether to follow or stay. But it was too late—the eel was already gone, swallowed by the red-lit corridor, his footsteps echoing into the darkness.

Across the room, Azul broke off mid-sentence, catching the movement from the corner of his eye. “FLOYD!” he shouted, alarmed. Azul grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That eel . . . Jade!”

Jade raised a brow, feigning reluctance. “Do I have to?”

“JADE!” Azul snapped, exasperation clear.

Jade sighed, a small smile playing at his lips. “Understood.” He slipped out after Floyd, with Azul following close behind.

Everyone watched them disappear down the hall. Ace blinks at the scenario and points out the door. “Are we supposed to chase after them, too?”

Leona leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Nah. The radish sprout’s brother can track ’em. Even if they get kicked out, they’ll just barrel back here.”

Ortho’s eyes flickered rapidly, puzzled. “Leona-san is right. But I’m still scanning for Riddle-san’s spirit signature.”

Cater shook his head, lips quirking in amusement. “No joke. Floyd-kun’s Riddle-radar stronger than your sensors, Ortho-chan.”

Ortho tilted his head. “I don’t compute how that’s possible.”

Trey reassured Ortho, “You don’t need to, it’s a mystery to us too. But standing here won’t help. Let’s move before Malleus decides to ‘drop by’.”

“Agreed,” the group muttered as one, filing out of the room to follow the Octavinelle trio.

They fanned out into the crimson-lit hallways. Yuu glanced over her shoulder at the branching corridors. “Is it just me, or does this place feel . . . different? Like it’s turning into a maze?”

“A maze?” Idia echoed, sounding uncertain.

“There’s a story from my world,” Yuu explained, “about a creature trapped in a labyrinth. To keep it inside, the maze changes—routes shift all the time. Maybe that’s why Ortho can’t find Riddle, the paths keep changing.”

Idia’s voice crackled out of the tablet speaker, hurried and tense. “Wow, I think that’s the first smart theory I’ve heard from you.”

Yuu felt her fingers itch to punch Idia, but she restrained herself—for now.

Idia pressed on, sounding thoughtful now. “But seriously, she’s got a point. The house is like a 3D jigsaw puzzle. It keeps shifting—almost like the architecture itself is improvising, rearranging the code however it wants. There’s no way to predict where Riddle will show up next!”

Leona let out a low, annoyed growl. “Tch. I told you coming back was a bad idea.”

Cater was half-listening as he scanned their surroundings, snapping quick glances at the warped wallpaper and too-long corridors, until his sneakers hit something thicker than before with a wet splosh. He froze, looking down.

“Hey . . .  guys . . .” His voice rose a notch.

Everyone skidded to a stop and turned toward him.

“Is it just me,” Cater said slowly, “or has the tea piled up way more than before?”

The group looked down in unison—what had been a shallow puddle now lapped halfway up their shins, swirling in dark, bitter currents. The smell of bergamot was stronger now, tainted by a faint metallic tang. 

A hush fell as they noticed the tea surging, no longer creeping, but rising in thick, black waves. The air reeked of bitter bergamot and something metallic.

Sebek’s eyes widened as the tea surged past his knees, thickening like tar around him. “What?! It was only ankle-deep moments ago! How could it rise so quickly?!”

Grim yelped as the tea reached his chest, his fur plastered to his body. “It’s true! Moments ago, it was just at the tip of my tail! Now my fluffy chest is soaked!” He thrashed, claws scrabbling at Yuu’s sleeve. “Do something, henchman!”

Yuu smiled weakly, gripping Grim’s scruff to keep him afloat. “I don’t have magic, remember?”

A sharp cry echoed through the hallways. “STOP IT ALREADY!”

Ortho’s eyes flashed blue as he analyzed the sound. “That voice . . . It’s Azul-san! They must be in trouble too!”

Silver said, “It sounds like it came from the living room. Let’s go!” 

Leona’s ears flattened against his head, his tail lashing. “Tch. Those merfolk picked the worst time to run off.”

The group burst into the living room and was greeted by deja vu. Azul had Floyd pinned to the wooden floor, thrashing like a caught eel, while Jade struggled to hold his brother’s legs down.

“I told you I definitely heard Goldfishie!” Floyd snarled, twisting under Azul’s grip.

“Then you shouldn’t have run off!” Azul hissed, glasses askew, his patience fraying.

“Let’s not act hastily,” Jade said, tightening his hold. “We should regroup with the others before we make things worse.”

The rest of the group stared in disbelief. Grim’s tail flicked, sending droplets of tea flying. “These three. . . I can’t tell if they like each other or not,” he muttered.

“That we can both agree, Grim.” Yuu said. 

Sebek suddenly froze, pointing toward the oak table, which now loomed like a shadowy monolith. “Was that table always this massive? I can’t even reach the edge!” he exclaimed. 

The three merfolk finally noticed the group.

“Oh, it seems we have been found,” Jade remarked smoothly—only to pause mid-smile as his gaze swept upward. The tabletop towered far above, a glistening plane of wood that seemed impossibly large.

Azul’s confident smirk faltered. He adjusted his glasses, eyes darting from furniture to ceiling. “. . . This scale is wrong,” he murmured.

Trey stepped forward, eyes tracing the landscape of the oversized furniture—the couch now towering like a mountain, teacups big enough to climb inside. His voice grew tight as realization struck. “No. . . it’s not the tea rising.” He looked around at the others. “We’re shrinking.”

From overhead, a playful, lilting voice echoed down. “Oh? Only now figuring it out? nya~ ”

Everyone glanced upward to see Che’nya dangling upside-down from the chandelier, his grin practically glowing in the dark.

“Che’nya?!” Trey gasped, startled.

Che’nya swung leisurely, arms spread wide in a gesture of obviousness. “You drank the tea, didn’t you? In this world, it’s simple: drink something, and you’ll get smaller. That’s the rule. nya~ ”

Silver’s eyes widened in alarm. “What?! Does that mean the tea is magic potion?!”

Trey shook his head, brow furrowed. “No, not exactly. There’s an old rumor—in any country ruled by the Queen of Hearts, if you eat or drink, your size can change. Riddle’s always admired the Queen of Hearts so much . . . It’s not surprising that his dream world here follows her rules.”

Before anyone could speak again, the first cold droplet struck Trey’s cheek. Then another. And another. In seconds, fat drops of rain poured from the ceiling, splattering over their already-soaked clothes.

Leona growled, throwing an arm over his head. “The hell is going on now?! It’s raining—inside the house?!”

Ortho stared upward, eyes flickering an icy blue as his scanners whirred. “Precipitation detected . . . but there’s no logical source. This should be impossible.”

Sniff . . . Sniff . . .

The sound drew every gaze toward the vast, shadow-cast corners. Then, through the pounding rain, a soft, muffled voice echoed, fragile and desperate, “ I want to get out of here . . . I want to leave . . . ”

 Ace’s eyes widened. “Wait—that . . . that sounds like Housewarden?!”

Floyd’s head snapped up. His mouth curved into a sharp grin. “See?! I told ya! I heard Goldfishie!”

Azul kept a tight hold on him, shaking his head. “That doesn’t mean we know where he is.”

Ortho’s visor flashed as he ran a scan. “Azul-san is correct—Riddle-san’s spirit signature is unstable. It’s . . . jumping! From the attic . . . to the walls . . . then the basement. Location is constantly shifting. I can’t get a fixed lock.”

Leona’s tail lashed like an agitated lion’s as his patience snapped. “That does it!” Magic crackled along his arms, snapping and hissing as he drew power. “King’s—”

But before he could finish, the magic cut out in a harsh fizz, and a familiar heavy collar materialized around his neck.

Leona grabs the collar, “AH! This collar . . . ?”

Deuce stumbled back a step. “That—! That’s Housewarden’s unique magic! But how?!”

Che’nya floated lazily past, his striped tail swirling in a merry arc, grin never faltering. “Well, duh. You’re trying to destroy the Queen’s Castle. Of course, the Queen must defend it. nya~ ”

Breaking free from Azul’s grasp, Floyd rounded on the cat beastman, voice sharp and raw. “Defend it from what?! Goldfishie said he wants to leave!”

“This damn collar won’t come off!” Leona’s patience snapped. He spun around, grabbing Trey by the front of his shirt and yanking him close. “Trey! They say your unique magic can override that brat’s collar. Do it—now!”

Trey struggled to keep his voice steady despite Leona’s grip. “I told many time already! It’s not as simple as it sounds!”

Cater chimed in, “Um, can’t you just destroy yourself like you did before?”

“Already tried that. Like Four Eyes said, it’s not as easy as it sounds.” Leona’s eyes blazed, refusing to release Trey. “Since I’ve already tried, it’s your turn now!”

“Alright, alright! No need to be so rough!” Reluctant but out of options, Trey pulled his magic pen from his pocket, aiming it at Leona’s neck. He focused hard. “Hah . . . White to red, red to white. Paint the Roses !”

Everyone stared at Leona, but the collar didn’t vanish. Instead, a new collar flickered into existence—snapping tight around Trey’s own neck, chaining him too. “Uwah! Why me too?!”

Che’nya rolled his eyes. “Trey, you should know. Isn’t it obvious? If you help the guy who tried to attack the castle, you’re guilty of the same crime. nya~ ”

Leona’s fury faded to bitter disappointment. “Figures . . . I suspected as much.”

Frustrated, Trey grabbed Leona’s shirt in return, glaring. “You knew?! Then why make me try?”

Leona shrugged, rubbing at his collar. “At least I’m not the only one stuck with this eyesore now.”

Trey released Leona, scowling. “Don’t drag me into your mess.”

“Then how about this!” Floyd suddenly seized Trey’s collar. “Bind the—”

“Floyd, stop!” Azul splashed tea at him. 

Floyd let go, spluttering. “The hell, Azul?!”

“We can’t risk you too. It’d be bad if everyone who might override Riddle-san’s magic got stuck.”

Che’nya giggled from above, tail swaying lazily. “Rules are rules! If you play the Queen’s game, you pay the Queen’s price nya~ ”

Sniff . . . Sniff . . . 

Despite Che’nya’s smug tone, the sound of Riddle’s quiet crying still carried through the pounding rain.

“Where the hell are you? I’ll get you out! Answer me!” Leona roared, hoping Riddle could hear him.

. . . But there’s no key . . . waah !!!!! 

The rain hammered down harder, drenching them in seconds.

Idia let out a small, exasperated sigh. Muttering dryly, “Well, that didn’t help.”

“Shut up!” Leona snapped.

Floyd held out his gloved hands, watching the droplets run between his fingers. “Heh . . . it can’t be . . .” A slow, almost unsettling grin crept across his face. “Is this rain Goldfishie’s tears?”

Cater spun around, eyes wide in alarm. “Wait—WHAT?! Floyd-kun, don’t say creepy stuff like that!” His panic spiked, and he cupped his hands around his mouth to yell over the roar of the storm. “Riddle-kun! Don’t cry~! We’re literally drowning here!” He didn’t bother sugarcoating it.

. . . But I can’t! I can’t stop! . . . Waaaah!!!

The rain hammered harder until the rising water reached their chests. Their legs began to drift out from under them—they were nearly floating.

“AHHHHH! I’m floating! My paws aren’t touching the ground anymore!” Grim yowled, paddling frantically.

Azul adjusted his glasses with a scoff. “Brilliant. You’ve managed to make things significantly worse.”

From the corner, Silver pointed toward a nearby door. “There’s tea seeping out from under that closed door.”

Ace, coughing and wiping water from his face, forced out, “* Cough* HOUSEWARDEN! CAN WE TALK?! * Cough *!”

Yuu swam toward a teacup bobbing past. “The cups are floating now! Come on! If we grab a few, they can serve as boats!”

Everyone began to paddle toward the nearest cup, scrambling to climb aboard.

“To think—I’d end up riding a cup that isn’t a theme park ride!” Yuu gripped the rim, half-laughing, half-terrified.

Grim spluttered, clinging to Yuu’s shoulder. “What the heck are you even saying?!”

Che’nya drifted lazily through the floodwaters as if the chaos meant nothing to him.

“Che’nya!” Trey called, trying to catch his attention over the roar of the rising tea.

The striped cat’s ears twitched, and he floated closer with a lazy grin. “Oh? You called for me nya~?”

“Che’nya, please! Let me see Riddle! You must know where he is!” Trey pleaded, gripping the rim of a floating teacup to steady himself.

Che’nya tilted his head. “Hmmmm . . . If I had to say I know, I would say I know. If I had to say I don’t know, I wouldn’t know nya~.”

“I’m gonna squeeze him now!” Floyd suddenly announced, already leaning over to dive into the swirling tea.

“You’re insane ! The current’s too strong to swim!” Azul barked, clinging to the rim with one hand and covering his mouth with the other, coughing from the steam. Jade, slumped against the side, didn’t stir.

From the next teacup over, Yuu glanced at the merfolk. “I was just about to say you guys should change into your merfolk forms to help us . . . guess that’s not happening.”

Silver’s eyes stayed fixed on the swirling, climbing liquid. “It’s still rising.”

Che’nya’s gaze slid back to them. “You’re here to wake up Riddle, aren’t you nya~?”

They turned to look at him in unison.

“Why won’t you just forget him? Riddle is so happy, so blessed in his dream. nya~” The cat’s voice was sing-song, yet almost cold.

He produced a handful of photo frames and passed them to the group. The images inside were warped, unsettling compared to what they remembered. Riddle’s parents were nothing but shadowed silhouettes — and he was the only one in full color, smiling serenely.

“See? A gentle mother. A present father. No pressure to study till he drops, no scolding when he can’t use magic. In this dream . . . he’s free. But once you wake him, it all disappears nay~.”

Floyd’s grin melted away as Che’nya spoke, his knuckles whitening around the frame. The glass began to crack under the pressure.

Che’nya’s striped tail curled lazily as he floated closer to Floyd, almost pressing into his space just to be a nuisance.

Floyd’s smile dropped into a dangerous glare, while Che’nya, still smirking, “So you know . . . and you still think we’re gonna wake him up? nya~” 

Floyd hefted the cracked photo frame and looked ready to hurl it at the cat — until sudden laughter cut through the pounding rain.

Floyd turned, startled, to see Leona, Savanaclaw’s housewarden, actually laughing in the middle of this chaos.

“Ha! I don’t give a damn about his issues.’” Leona rose to his feet, shaking water from his hair. 

“What I do know is that if he runs from magic and learning, he won’t sharpen himself into what he’s meant to be.”

His emerald eyes burned with a wild sort of pride. “Whether that brat is broken or inspired, he’s the type who gets sharper every time he smashes through an obstacle. He’s collared me—not once, but twice —and now he just stops?!” Leona’s lip curled. “Something like that, I’d be furious.”

Trey lowered his gaze, voice quiet. “He’s hurt so many people during his tyrannical days. For him to just . . . forget it all and act like it’s nothing . . .”

Deuce clenched his fists. “Housewarden’s always been the one to charge forward, even when the rest of us are ready to back out.”

Ace smirked faintly, though his tone was conflicted. “Sure, he’s irritable, childish, and an uncaring tyrant sometimes, but—”

Cater splashed at the rising water, finishing the thought with a half-grin. “If you’re leading the Trump Cards, you gotta be the Queen, after all!”

Floyd turned the fractured photo frame over in his hands, studying Riddle’s smiling face with a strange fondness. Then, with a careless flick, he dropped it into the swirling tea.

“Hey, Catfish~!” he called, sing-song and sweet.

Che’nya’s ears perked, tail flicking. “nya~?”

“You said all this disappears if we wake up Goldfishie? Nnn . . . I don’t think so~.”

“nya~?”

Floyd’s grin stretched wider, eyes glittering. “Because I’m gonna give it all to him! Sweets! Music! A nice, cozy family! Trips to the beach!” He rocked back on his heels, splashing the tea with one foot like a restless kid, before leaning forward with a low, sweet laugh.

“I’ll give him everything he wants—spoil him rotten so he never, ever wants to swim away . . . keep him right where I can grab him, nice and close~.”

His grin widened just enough to cross from charming into unnerving.

Everyone froze, staring at Floyd like he’d just started speaking another language.

Azul just sighed and shook his head. Jade, still pale but conscious again, couldn’t suppress a smile. “There he goes again.”

Floyd folded his arms, grinning. “Goldfishie shouldn't stay locked in this fish tank forever. He ain’t weak and delicate, y’know.”

Even Che’nya paused, genuinely confused for a moment before his grin returned, this time softer. “If you want to see the Queen so badly, you’ll have to dive deeper and deeper into this dream. Want me to show you the way nya~?”

Grim’s tail fluffed, eager. “Yes! Hurry! Let’s go!”

Che’nya’s eyes sparkled. “Impatient, aren’t you? Fine, let’s take the shortcut! nya~” He began to whisk around them, pushing the teacups, and suddenly, everyone felt a powerful force yanking them down.

“Wait—what’s happening?!” Trey cried, trying to grab the rim, but slipped from his hands. 

Yuu spun towards Grim, rain-blurred and furious. “GRIM!! If we survive this, you’re getting no tuna cans for a month!”

Grim squawked, caught mid-flail. “Whaaat?! Nooo!”

With a last gurgle of protest, the group was sucked, swirling, into the tea’s depths — then into darkness.