My name is Akatosh,

It's finally time to find Noktunal.

—4E, 201, Moon of Fire, 19th, 20:11 -

On the outskirts of Rift City, a black-lit tower by the lake.

"The color of my hair and eyes has changed, but my mom didn't notice, really, is it that important for one more person to like my dad?" In the guest room on the second floor, Illya was complaining to Joan of Arc.

"Ahaha...... If you have someone you like, you don't want anyone else to like him. Joan of Arc looked completely unsure of how to respond, and replied as she looked at the sky.

"No, I like Joan of Arc very much, and I'm happy if someone likes it."

"Uh...... Thank you? ”

Gallus, who was about to knock on the door, overheard these two words, shook his head and turned to leave.

Returning to the Dark Light Tower, he had planned to send Illya back to Sylvia so that his daughter would avoid contact with the Dark Brotherhood members, even if it would be acceptable for his wife to clean up.

But the plan went completely bankrupt after encountering Kalia, whom he hadn't seen for nearly twenty years.

It was supposed to be a happy reunion, but it completely changed after the appearance of the "old love" of Kalia, and they had several fruitless debates over the past two days about who came first.

Although it is clarified that Joan of Arc is not his daughter and Cicero is not his son (?). But Sylvia was still on her guard, not only was the temporary shelter arranged in the tower quite far away, but she would immediately appear nearby as soon as the two of them showed signs of conversation.

Maybe it's because of the elves' relatively long life, Kalia used to be confused about emotional matters, and now she doesn't realize that she is being targeted at all, but the problem is that she came to take Gallus away this time, the reason is "secret", but it makes Sylvia angry, and she must let Gallus be honest.

But...... I can't explain it, he and Kalia are the "Nightingale" under the seat of the Lady of the Night [Noctunar], and they want to hunt down the third "Nightingale" Mercer Frey, who finally left the lair and accidentally showed his horse's feet, this kind of thing can't be said in front of so many witches waiting to see the excitement.

"You want to find an excuse to leave our mother and daughter behind? Okay, go with that elf, but don't expect me to wait another twenty years for you. Silvia said this before the conversation collapsed yesterday.

After all, Sylvia would have been in this unfortunate location near Rift Valley for nearly twenty years, and the biggest reason was that this was where they first met, and if Gallus had changed his mind one day, he would have been able to find her easily.

Due to the advantage of racial longevity, Kalia has hardly changed from twenty years ago, so she can not care about the separation of these twenty years, but Sylvia cannot, even if the witch lives longer than ordinary people, but time still leaves a faint mark on her face, if she makes up her mind to leave with her daughter and never see him again, then Gallus really has no way to get her back.

He would come to Joan of Arc mainly because he could sense from the time he spent these days that she was a very experienced person and might be able to offer the best of both worlds, but judging from the three or two sentences of conversation between Joan of Arc and Illya, it was clear that she was also a novice in relationships.

——20:19——

"Hey, hey~ (hearts)" When Gallus was about to go to Sylvia to talk again, the weird clown appeared in front of him: "Why so serious~ (Cube)"

Why so serious?

"I warn you, don't make a move against any of them." Gallus glared at him.

As a rule of thumb, Cicero would always get into some big or small trouble every time he said this, either by asking Astrade and Nazr to clean up the mess at the end, or by Joan of Arc before he could do it—the girl who always looked at people with a look of disgust was really unambiguous.

"So, I can shoot at you~ (Spades)" Cicero raised his hand, a sharp psionic poker between his fingers.

Is this guy crazy enough to do it to his own people? No, he seems to be just a listener to the Night Mother, and he wasn't in the Dark Brotherhood in the first place......

Seemingly completely unaware of Gallus' vigilance, Cicero began to circle around him.

"Mother once told me a story~ (hearts)," Cicero said, "a little nobleman of Windhelm died in battle, and his two wives began to fight for his only son. ”

"Wait? Two wives? Gallus, who is currently sensitive to similar topics, interrupted.

"Hmph...... The child's own mother and stepmother, is that clear? (spades)" Cicero replied rather displeased.

"Uh, please continue." Gallus raised his hand and gestured.

"The two women insisted on their own words, so they took the child together to find the Lord of Stormhelm City, Ufrik, to judge~ (Plum Blossom)" Cicero continued: "The lord said, 'Since you can't argue, let's be one and a half. So he swung his sword and slashed at the child, the child's mother subconsciously let go, and then the child was dragged away by the stepmother, so Ufrik awarded the child to his mother ~ (hearts) hey hey ~ (hearts). ”

......Although the connotation of the story is very simple, the person who made up the story is a little interesting, does he want to express that Ufrik is too simple and rude, or is he insinuating that the power of "Shawl Blonde" is too great, so that Ufrik can only make decisions on such trivial matters?

"So~just cut you in half, won't the problem be solved~ (spades)" Cicero shook his body and was already brandishing that poker in front of Gallus.

No matter how you think about it, it won't solve it at all!

Zheng - Bump!

A delicate arrow glowing black came through the wall, directly shattering the summon in Cicero's hand, and then Illya hurried out with the "Nightingale Bow" and shouted: "Don't hurt my father!" ”

"Ah~ (Spades) Oufric was killed by that kid~ (Hearts)" Cicero grimaced, staggered and turned away.

It seems that he really has to find a way to solve this matter, and if he leaves it like this, his daughter will be worried, Gallus thought as he looked at Sylvia and Kalia who appeared at almost the same time at each end of the hallway.

——20:44——

Moments later, the first floor of the Black Light Tower's living room.

"Huh? Am I up to decide? No, no, no—" Illya's eyes widened.

"Accept your fate," Joan of Arc patted her on the shoulder, "He's just playing a game with Cicero of 'whoever comes first to save him', and then you show up." ”

"Do Daddy a favor, Eliya," Gallus leaned short to keep his eyes level with his daughter, and folded his hands in front of him in a gesture of please, "If it were your decision, they wouldn't have an opinion, and I could tell that Aunt Kalia liked you too." ”

Gallus said as he glanced at Joan of Arc, and sure enough, he looked disgusted again.

"Really, well, I'll listen to the reasons why I can't do it if I just let my mom go with me." Illya exhaled and turned to sit in her chair.

"Well, actually," Gallus looked at Joan of Arc on the side, feeling that she probably didn't care about the secret even if Maraces said to fight, so he explained, "about the 'Nightingale Power' that has always protected you and can now transform into a nightingale bow......"

In the past, the three giants of the Thieves Guild went from being in love with each other to turning against each other and then forgetting about each other, Gallus finished talking in a few words, and there was no need to talk about the specific grievances and hatreds in detail with the children.

"Well, so Daddy and Aunt Kalia are going to the 'Twilight Grave' to catch a guy named Mercer Frey, but you think Mom is in the way?" Illya tilted her head.

"Of course not!" Although Gallus was confident that these words would not be eavesdropped, if Illya said them directly, no one would be able to save him.

"That is the realm of Lady [Noktunar] in Nain, also known as the [Realm of Light and Shadow], too much light or darkness to enter, the light will be swallowed up by the darkness, and the darkness will be scorched by the light, and the entrant must be good at moving between light and shadow to pass through." Gallus said.

"In other words, people who are too inclined to good or evil, orderly or chaotic cannot be a 'nightingale', and [Noktunar] itself belongs to the camp of 'absolute neutrality'." Joan of Arc uttered a list of strange words, but one that made perfect sense when you think about it.

I don't know if it counts if someone like her can switch between black and white with ease, Gallus thought as he looked at her white armor at this time.

"Mommy is pretty white, and Aunt Kalia is dark-skinned, well......" Illya muttered to herself, holding her chin.

"Shhhh Since the days of getting along were not long, Gallus couldn't cover his mouth for a while, and he was sweating in a hurry.

Although he instantly thought of the excuse that "I was affected by Lady Noctunal's priesthood to step on two boats", if I really dared to say it, I am afraid that Sylvia and Kalia would have been repaired by the Lady of Night before they could react - and he did not have two boats at all!

"Illya is kidding you, do you really think your daughter is a fool like you?" Joan of Arc patted Illya on the back and continued to look at Gallus with a disgusted face.

"Huh?" Gallus looked at his daughter, who was covering her mouth and her eyes were smiling like a small crescent, and realized that she was indeed stupid: "That's ......"

After all, it's a daughter who hasn't seen her for many years, and she always wants to give her good things, no matter what she says, she takes it seriously, but she didn't even find out about the joke, but since she can joke, then at least it means that the father-daughter relationship is one step closer, doesn't it?

"I'm going to talk to Mom, Dad, don't run around." Illya lowered her hand and got up and walked out of the parlor.