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Standing on the mountain peak and looking at the two royals in the distance, the monster let out a roar of satisfaction. The Originium crystals on its body shined a divine light that flickered along with the monster's every breath.

After that, the princess presented the Originium and the king instantly recovered his vitality.

He granted a great reward to the princess and even gave her a necklace made from the Divine Originium. Alas, even after the king was cured, he continued to grow.

More limbs, a larger brain! The king eventually turned into a monster and began slaughtering people indiscriminately!

The country's knights banded together and killed the monstrous king. The princess was also charged and sent to the gallows.

The Originium necklace around her neck shined with a gentle light up until her death.

In the chaos, the old caster who gave the prophecy to the king all those years ago appeared before the princess and her Divine Originium, only to whisk them away.

With the end of the royal bloodline, the entire country fell into chaos.

What about the bad guy brother?!

In another country far, far away, the brother heard what happened.

Though he shed tears of guilt, he continued to cram his gullet with the finest foods in the world.

With the wealth he took from the monster's cave, he had become a noble in another land, and lived out his days in luxury.

That's unfair!

Oh, I get it.

Fairy tales are all monsters that eat all the good people.

Ah...

Shamare is from Siracusa, right? Are there any similar stories over there?

(Continues sewing Morte).

...Umm, what about you, Suzuran?

Long ago, there was a tribe that lived in a valley surrounded by seven hills.

Oh?

The leader of the tribe, She-wolf, had six children.

Each of them took one of the hills, and fought against each other for food.

A hundred years later, each child had established their own tribe, and the fighting continued as before.

One of the tribes could not defeat the others, and went to snatch food from She-wolf.

Not wanting to fight her own child, She-wolf leapt into the sky and became the Moonshadow.

Whenever the moon is covered in black, all Lupos should remember the graciousness and rage of She-wolf.

So that's where the Moonshadow came from.

The other tribes came to their senses after losing She-wolf.

They exiled the worst of them, and made some rules.

From then on, Lupos stopped separating themselves into tribes, and called each other family instead.

Six families each took one hill, with the last dedicated to She-wolf.

Any Lupo who broke the rules would be severely punished by the Sette Colli Council and Sette Colli City.

Does this city still exist?

Yes.

But this city was taken over by a larger family a hundred years ago.

Only the story and the rules were passed on.

The end.

You guys go ahead.

(Continues sewing Morte).

Umm...

You all told such good stories, I wanna share one too.

It's a story Orchid told me.

Can I?

Of course, go ahead!

Yes, you can do it!

Let me think...

Once upon a time, there was a really amazing, umm, wax figure... Right, wax figure!

(Whisper) Did she mess up?

(Whisper) Let's just listen for now.

(Whisper) Okay.

(Continues sewing Morte).

The wax figure could make lots of stuff. Everyone called him a great inventor.

But the wax figure was always very sad.

He wanted to find a Forte to match with.

Lots of people brought their daughters to him, but he didn't like any of them.

So the wax figure stayed single.

Until one day! The wax figure realized!

Since there wasn't a bride for him anywhere in the whole world, he could just make one himself!

So he spent a reeeaallly long time, using all his savings.

And finally, he made a bride!

He loved the Forte bride he made a super duper lot, and didn't want anyone else to see her at all.

(Whisper) Okay, I get it.

(Whisper) Yeah.

The king locked the wax figure up and brought his soldiers to the tower, ready to snatch the bride for himself.

After a couple days, they let the wax figure go.

He asked people where his bride was, and they told him:

When the king and the soldiers went inside the tower, the sky rumbled with thunder and flashed with lightning. Wax oil flowed down from the top of the tower, covering the king and his men.

The soldiers who escaped said the melted bride was swimming in the wax oil, using wax to kill all the bad guys.

Then the country had no leader, but everyone thought that the wax figure inventor was very smart and asked him to become the new king.

Wait...

Not wax figure, he was a Forte inventor!

They asked the Forte inventor to become the new king!

Ahhhh...... I got the beginning all wrong...... Should I start over...?

It's okay, I understood it all.

Come on, and then what happened?

A-And then...?

Um, and then...

And then the inventor became a good king and invented many things. Everyone loved him.

But he always hid in the palace's garden and never came out.

Why?

Because he was trying to make another bride.

But every time he tried, he failed.

None of the brides were as perfect as the first bride.

In the end, the inventor grew old in the garden full of brides and never came out again.

The people who loved him buried him in the garden, along with all his brides.

Aww, finally a story with a good ending.

I asked Orchid where the wax bride went.

She said the wax bride was stuck in the tower after it collapsed.

(She probably melted.)

But she always wanted to go back to the inventor.

Maybe one day the bride will get to be with her groom again.

I like warm and fuzzy stories like this.

Popukar, where are you? It's bedtime!

Orchid, over here!

Sorry... Orchid says I have to go home and sleep.

I'll see you again later.

Bye bye!

I'm feeling sleepy too...

Kitties, lets go. Let's not bother Shamare anymore.