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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.

Meow—Meoww—

Stop that, behave.

Meow—

Thanks for the stories, everyone. Good night.

I should go home too.

Dad will cry if I'm not in bed by ten.

Even though Dad isn't here...

Aren't you going home, Shamare? It's already very late.

I still have things to do.

Okay.

Well then, good night, Shamare.

Good night.

(Pulls the tear closed).

Done.

Morte, give me the last apple.

(Brushes the page using a finger dipped in apple juice).

There's the symbol.

Morte, lie on the book.

The symbol is imprinted and we're done.

//法术音

Let's go home.

What's wrong?

Oh, I see it.

Let's give the book back to Suzuran.

You still want another story?

That's not like you.

You're asking why all the stories end like that?

Mm...

Think about it, Morte.

Think about our world.

Think about what you eat, and where we used to live.

Does it make sense now?