MMishap + Upcoming One Shot Update!
I’ve been incredibly busy these past few months, but I’m finally getting around to finishing Mishap chp. 12! Not only that, I’ve written a silvermantis one-shot! That should also be posted soon! I’ll try to be more consistent with updates, but I make no promises rn! Anyway, since it’s been months, here’s a little sneak peek of chp. 12 featuring Papa Silva ;)
Preview (Not edited):
Naël snapped back into the present, taking a sip from his tea. It had long gone cold, but he could hardly find it in himself to care. His mind was occupied by other, far more pressing matters.
Jack The Ripper.
He had heard the name before. How could he not? After all, he was one of the three Magic Knight Captains with no royal or noble blood (along with the foreigner and the witch). It had caused quite an uproar among his peers back when they had been elected as captains of their respective brigades. Too much of an uproar, as it had reached even Naël’s ears in seclusion. It was hard to forget.
Therefore, Naël had recognized the name in bold ink when his brother-in-law had sent a letter in frenzied words. Three months prior, Lucian had informed him of Jack’s impromptu elopement to his eldest son. (And his opposition to the union). It had certainly been unexpected. After all, the image he had created of his son did not match the Nozel of the news—at all. Granted, that image had been forged with the far-away memories of the times when he had acted as a proper father. Not only that, but all the current knowledge he had of his primogeniture came from hearsay—and Lucian and Gladiola’s letters.
Now, it was safe to assume the image he had constructed of Nozel was flawed. His ego took the blow wholeheartedly. It was bad enough that he had been mistaken about his youngest (Noelle turned out to be as strong as Acier, if the reports were anything to go by), but apparently he had also been oblivious to Nozel’s changes.
(Seclusion had its downside, he would admit. Regardless, he preferred living in ignorance than to see Acier every time he stepped outside, every time he saw their children.)
Nevertheless, back then, although the news came unexpectedly, he couldn’t find it in himself to care much. A great contrast to Lucian’s own melodramatic reaction. The man had been livid, begging Naël to interfere through extensive letters. He couldn’t tolerate a common man marrying into the family, and hoped Naël would see things from his perspective. However, Nozel was the Head of House Silva, and Naël would not question his authority.
Lucian’s letters remained unanswered.
That is, until his latest letter, the one that had forced him out of seclusion.
