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[Event] Sonatina Of Fleeting Frivolity Bound By Leashes

Twitter announcement | Bluesky announcement

Wanna be my master, Figaro? Word about a grand aristocratic party happening at the Western Country spreads around the manor at lighting speed thanks to Murr. The organizer promises the finest purple sapphire as a reward for the master and pet duo that sways their heart the hardest. — Behave now, Murr. — Ahaha, you're really enjoying this, aren'tcha, Master?”

The event “Sonatina Of Fleeting Frivolity Bound By Leashes” will be held from 18:00 (JST) on July 21st (Monday)! This event will feature Murr and Figaro as limited-time gacha SSRs.

Card details

Event gacha

[SSR] Mind Your Teeth, Bad Kitty - Figaro

[SSR] Love Me, Master! - Murr

Event reward

[R] At The End Of The Leash - Cain

[R] An Interest In Cat Toys - Shino

Log-in stories

Log-in story 1

Log-in story 2

Log-in story 3

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[Log-in story] Ballare Of A Starcrossed Night ③

Appearing characters: Snow, Mitile

Snow: Good morning, Mitile, dear.

Mitile: Good morning, Lord Snow.

Mitile: …Oh!

Mitile: (What’s that on Lord Snow’s neck? It looks like a scar…?)

Mitile: (But why hasn’t he used magic to heal it already?)

Mitile: (..Wait a minute, that looks like… A-A k-kiss mark?! Where did Lord Snow…)

Snow: Is something the matter?

Mitile: Um… Well…

Mitile: (Should I tell him?)

Mitile: (Maybe I’m seeing things and it really is a scar…)

Snow: Hohoho, I must be exceptionally cute today if you’re staring at me so.

Snow: I can see there’s something you’re dying to tell me. Go on, I’m all ears.

Mitile: Was it that obvious…

Mitile: I don’t think I should say it out loud, so I’ll whisper it instead. Is that okay?

Snow: But of course.

Mitile: There’s… on your… and it looks like…

Mitile: I’m sorry, it’s probably none of my business!

Snow: …

Mitile: Lord… Snow?

Snow: Oh, dear, you’re simply the cutest.

Snow: Sorry that I’ve made you worry so. This is merely a pillow mark.

Mitile: You got this while sleeping?

Snow: Indeed, and White had the same one in the same very place.

Snow: We thought it was so cute that we matched even in our sleep that we decided to let them fade on their own.

Mitile: Phew, that’s good to hear. For a moment, I thought you were hurt or something.

Snow: What an exemplary child you are, dear. Your kindness knows no bounds.

Snow: If Figaro knew how much you’re fussing over me, he’d go green with jealousy.

Snow: Although it would be fun to ruffle his feathers a little…

Snow: (No, I shan’t. He’ll scold me for making poor Mitile worry over inappropriate things…)

Mitile: Please don’t tell Dr. Figaro about this!

Snow: Oh?

Mitile: I don’t want him to know I mistook this for a…kiss mark of all things…

Snow: I understand. This shall be our cute and spicy secret..

Snow: Deal?

Mitile: Deal! Thank you so much, Lord Snow.

Snow: Hohoho, and I thank you, too, dear.

Snow: You’ve reminded me of this matching mark I share with my beloved White.

Snow: Today started out great, so may it end on an even better note!

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[Log-in story] Ballare Of A Starcrossed Night ②

Appearing characters: Riquet, Shylock, Owen

Riquet: Shylock, I need your help.

Riquet: I’m not feeling well today. May I have a cup of holy water?

Shylock: But of course, here you are.

Shylock: Is there anything else I can do for you? Your expression is unbefitting of someone your age.

Riquet: No, thank you. I’ll be fine in due time.

Riquet: I’m simply disappointed in everyone who’s gone out on the present mission.

Riquet: Oh, I mustn’t let their souls be forsaken so. I have to guide them back on the path of righteousness.

Shylock: I’m afraid this is the first time I’m hearing of this… mission. Do tell more.

Riquet: I saw it with my own two eyes! How truly shameful, all of them…

Riquet: Nero, Cain, Heathcliff, Murr, Chloe, Figaro, and even His Highness have fallen victim to perversity…

Riquet: All of them had the stain of a pair of lips on their necks. Have they no shame? Don’t they know how these deplorable acts of theirs will affect the image of us Sage’s wizards?

Shylock: …Riquet, I think you…

Riquet: I didn’t check if the Master Sage was sullied as well, but goodness, I don’t even want to imagine it…

Owen: I saw those kiss marks, too, you know.

Riquet: Owen!

Owen: Well, well, well, colour me surprised.

Owen: I never would’ve expected a self-proclaimed disciple of God to be so knowledgeable about these kinds of salacious matters..

Riquet: You’ve got it all wrong. I know of kiss marks because they appeared in a play I saw with the Western wizards once.

Riquet: Isn’t that right, Shylock?

Shylock: Indeed, but there’s nothing for you to worry about. I assure you none of our fellow wizards are involved in matters such as we saw in that play.

Shylock: For that’s all it was - a play. They have nothing to do with the scandalous throes of love that unfolded on that stage.

Riquet: Then, why are there marks on their necks…?

Shylock: It’s the special dress-code for their mission. Chloe just did a little make-up magic.

Shylock: This ‘mission’ Cain and Arthur told you about should be the renowned “Her Highness Lyra's Soiree”, correct?

Riquet: Now that you mention it… yes. Phew, so that’s what it was…

Owen: What a relief indeed.

Owen: But, Riquet, don’t you see there’s a different issue at hand here?

Riquet: …What do you mean?

Owen: You falsely accused and condemned your comrades for being playboys who go around flaunting the traces of love left on their necks. You even doubted the Master Sage.

Riquet: Must you put it this way?

Riquet: The world is full of temptations and fraudulence, and everyone is susceptible to them.

Riquet: As a disciple of God whose duty is to guide those who’ve strayed from the right path,  I thought my time to fulfil that duty had come at last.

Owen: Heh, you preach so calmly even though you were on the verge of a breakdown a few moments ago.

Shylock: I could say the same about you, Owen. You’re terribly calm about this yourself.

Owen: Why wouldn’t I be?

Shylock: Does this confidence of yours stem from prior knowledge of the soiree’s dress-code, or…

Shylock: Perhaps it’s because you firmly believe Cain would never succumb to such frivolity?

Owen: What does that have to do with anything? Clearly you know nothing about me.

Owen: The only reason this whole ordeal caught my attention is because…

Owen: Those marks reek of the Calamity. That’s all.

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[Log-in story] Ballare Of A Starcrossed Night ①

Appearing characters: Rustica, Shino, Mithra

Rustica: “Ahh, you’re as lovely as a blooming flower illuminated by the moon.”

Rustica: “To celebrate this joyous meeting, won’t you have a dance with me?”

Shino: That’s a good one. I can definitely pull that off.

Mithra: What are the two of you doing? It sounded like you were singing a lullaby.

Rustica: Why, hello, Mithra. It’s an honour to know my singing attracted you here.

Mithra: Listening to your voice helps me fall asleep.

Mithra: Please keep singing that song about wanting to have a dance or something.

Shino: That wasn’t a lullaby, Mithra. We’re actually having a serious conversation here.

Shino: Rustica’s teaching me pick-up lines.

Mithra: He’s doing what?

Shino: Heath is currently out with the others attending the soiree in Central.

Shino: I’m not accompanying him this time, but there might be a day when I do.

Shino: I don’t want to embarrass him when the time comes, so I’m having Rustica teach me all the proper etiquette before then.

Rustica; It’s important to be able to mingle with the party guests.

Mithra: I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.

Mithra: Please just sing that song for me so I can fall asleep.

Rustica: How could I deny such a passionate request? I’d be happy to perform an encore for you.

Rustica: “Ahh, you’re as lovely as a blooming flower illuminated by the moon.”

Rustica: “To celebrate this joyous meeting, won’t you have a dance with me?”

MIthra: Hmm, that wasn’t half-bad, but I’m still not asleep.

Rustica: In that case, why don’t you grace us with a few lines of your own?

Rustica: That way, you’ll have something perfectly tailored to your liking to enjoy at any time.

Mithra: …

Mithra: …I suppose you have a point;

Mithra: If I can sing my own lullaby, then perhaps I could put myself to sleep whenever I feel like it.

Shino: Hey, Rustica. Don’t forget why we’re here. This isn’t a singing lesson.

Mithra: Can you sing a lullaby too, Shino? I’d like you to try it.

Shino: Ugh, we’re never getting back on track like this.

Shino: Fine. Get ready for some sweet dreams, Mithra.

Shino: “Why is a beautiful lady like you hiding in the shadows where no one can see?”

Shino: “Take my hand and I’ll spin you into the spotlight where you belong.”

Rustica: Oh how wonderful! What a powerful and gallant proposal! It suits you perfectly.

Shino: Heh, I knew it.

Mithra: That was a terrible lullaby. It was far too energetic..

Mithra: Were you even trying?

Shino: I already told you this isn’t a singing class.

Rustica: Oh, but since the three of us are here, why don’t we combine our ideas and come up with a truly unique and wonderful song together?

Rustica: Allow me to whisper what I have in mind… It could sound something like this—

Shino & Mithra: …

Mithra: —”Tonight’s unforgettable rendezvous is the start of our beautiful song.”

Shino: “May the final notes that linger gently seep into your dreams.”

Rustica: “As you wish upon a star for the day we shall meet again.”

Rustica: Ahaha, that was perfect. Now, for our finishing touch—

Rustica, Shino, & MIthra: Mwah.

Shino: That was good. I never considered the possibility of attacking as a team before.

Mithra: Hey…

Mithra: I’m still wide awake, though.

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[Voicelines] Tanabata 2025

Oz: Why are you looking at the sky, Arthur? …Even though you’ve recreated the Star Festival from the Sage’s world, they still seem disappointed because of the rain? If it’s clear weather you desire, consider it done. …I will make sure to dispel the clouds from your hearts.

Arthur: Look Master Sage—the sky is shining with stars! Before sunset, Master Oz cleared the weather for us. He said he wanted to “dispel the clouds from our hearts.” Ahaha, isn’t he the best?

Cain: Only being able to see your lover once a year sounds tough. I don't know if I could stand being separated like that. If it were me, I’d be swimming across that river every single day, or better yet, just move over to their side entirely. Ahaha, I’m clingy like that.

Riquet: Master Sage, if you ever want to become a wizard again, just let me know. I’ll happily grant your wishes in place of the stars. That game we played together was an unforgettable memory for me as well. 

Snow: I couldn’t possibly stand seeing my dearest but once a year… Or could I? For us wizards, a year passes in the blink of an eye. …Although I’d prefer to have more time together than less.

White: Mitile showed me how to make a traditional Tanabata leaf boat, but what do you think of my work? If Orihime and Hikoboshi use this, surely they can meet whenever they like. Let’s sail it through the skies and see!

Mithra: This star-shaped cushion is for you. Rutile said he bought it so my moon-shaped pillow would have a friend. I already have enough pillows and blankets as is, so you would make better use of it. It’s much more comfortable than sleeping on the floor.

Owen: Doesn’t it rain a lot in your world around this time of year? Perhaps there’s something the stars don’t want us to see. We ought to bring Oz over there and investigate.

Bradley: Orihime and Hikoboshi can’t meet if it rains? And that’s why yer makin’ those weird-ass dolls to clear the skies? If ya ask me, they owe ya a wish or two for doin’ all that.

Faust: The reason Orihime and Hikoboshi had to be separated was because they spent all their time having fun together and stopped working. I understand wanting to be with your partner, but I can’t respect abandoning your duties as a result of that.

Shino: What did you wish for, Sage? You want everyone in the manor to stay in good health? …There’s a type of nut in the Sherwood Forest that’ll boost your stamina. I’ll go pick 22 of them now.

Heathcliff: Everyone made lots of teru-teru bouzu to ensure the skies are clear for star-gazing. I’m glad I could partake in such a lovely custom. It’s also funny to me how you can tell who made which one. Can you tell which teru-teru bouzu is mine?

Nero: Ya wanna know what I’d wish for? And I ain't allowed to wish for someone else’s sake? Erm… I guess it’d be nice if nothin’ bad ever happened and I could just sit ‘round an’ enjoy a drink in peace. Haha, that makes me sound like an old geezer, doesn’t it?

Shylock: Do you like the new houseplants I’ve placed around the bar? They’re meant to mimic the bamboo trees from your world. …Ahaha, I’m glad to hear it. I also prepared a stack of tiny notecards, so feel free to write a wish and hang it up.

Murr: What’s with the noodles flying around? It’s my rendition of the flowing somen tradition you told me about! I thought it’d be more in the spirit of Tanabata to have them flowing under the stars instead of water. Look, there’s some above you right now! Catch 'em if you can!

Chloe: Is it just me or do the stars look extra sparkly tonight? …Wait, what if they’re actually shining brighter to help Orihime and Hikoboshi find each other in the dark? That’d be so nice of them!

Rustica: The stars are so beautiful tonight that it makes me want to keep them all to myself. Ah, look at how they’re reflected in our tea cups. If we drink every last drop, it’ll be like stealing a piece of the sky for ourselves. Doesn’t that make us sound like partners in crime?

Figaro: Separating two lovers because they were slacking on the job is simply uninspired if you ask me. If I were God, I’d come up with a much better solution. …What would I do? Some things are better left unsaid, don’t you think?

Rutile: Master Sage, did Mister Mithra happen to give you a star-shaped cushion? I bought it so his pillow could have a friend. I meant to give it to you myself, but Mister Mithra took it from me first. …He did? Thank goodness! I hope both of you can get a good night’s sleep.

Lennox: During Tanabata, you write your wishes down on a piece of paper and hang it on a tree, right? Once you’re done with your wish, please give it to me. I’ll make sure to hang it up high so the stars can see it better.

Mitile: You seem like you’re praying really hard for something, Riquet. Can I ask what you wished for? …You want to stay with me forever? Aww~, now I’m feeling all shy… Oh, but I’m glad you told me because I really hope we do, too!

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[Voicelines] Teru-teru Bouzu Explosion! Campaign

✦✧ Translation Note

Teru-teru bouzu are little dolls made of white cloth or paper. Children in Japan make them to ward off the rain and wish for sunny weather.

Oz: Riquet. Is my teru-teru bouzu acceptable? …The cape should flutter more and it needs to be cuter? There is no need for any of this. I can clear the weather in an instant. …Do not pull on me so harshly; I will redo it.

White: Hohoho, what an adorable little charm, though it doesn’t seem to possess any actual power to drive away the rain. Oh well, it’s no fun making our dear Ozzie do everything for us, now is it~? We’ll help you make them as well!

Shylock: There are teru-teru bouzu hanging as far as the eye can see… It appears someone got a little carried away in making these. Oh? This presence is…

Arthur: Let’s make the smile a bit bigger and… We’re done! How does it look, Master Sage? I drew Murr’s face on a teru-teru bouzu. Don’t you think I’ve captured his mischievous side? I feel like it’ll start saying “This calls for fireworks!” any moment now.

Mithra: Since I couldn’t sleep, I decided to pass the time by making teru-teru bouzu. However, I wasn’t paying attention and now my room is full of them. Did I really make that many…?

Heathcliff: What’s with this heap of white fabric? Wait, are these all teru-teru bouzu? Who could’ve possibly made this many? There’s enough to clear the skies for an entire year.

Murr: This one’s gonna be a tomboy, this one’s always in a rush, this one has a hot temper and the last one… Will be an uninhibited hedon with no shame nor bounds! <<Eanul Rambul>>! Fly, my teru-teru bouzu! Be free! The manor is yours!

Figaro: Making a doll to wish for a sunny day? How cute. It’s no fun being able to do whatever you want, whenever you want. A little struggle makes you appreciate things so much more. Although, I get the feeling this peace and quiet won’t last very long…

Snow: So this “teru-teru bouzu” is meant to be an offering to stop the rain? If that’s the case, then we should make them even bigger! Everyone knows the bigger something is, the better! Oh, aren’t I oh so~ kind? <<Noscomnia>>!

Nero: I made some of those terrible boys, err, I mean, teru-teru bouzu and hung ‘em in the kitchen. They’re right over th— Huh? Where did… Ah, whatever. I’ve got a picnic to plan for the kiddos.

Rustica: Oh my, the hallway is filled with teru-teru bouzu. Don’t they all seem like the best of friends? Perhaps they should go on a trip together... Oh, I know: I’ll make even more teru-teru bouzu, so none of them get lost on their vacation. <<Amorest Viesse>>.

Lennox: Don’t wander off now. You have to stay here, alright? That’s a good boy. …Where did all of these white dolls come from? They were clogging up the manor, so I herded them to a more open area… Ah, you’re going the wrong way.

Cain: Where is Owen!? I know this was your doing! The situation’s gotten completely out of hand, and— Gah! There’s even more of them now! Owen! I know you’re hiding around here!

Bradley: These are teru-teru bouzu? How’s anyone s’posed to eat with these guys hoverin’ around all the time… Hey! That’s my meat! If yer gonna swipe somethin’, take the veggies instead!

Shino: Ngh! What in the world is going on? There’s teru-teru bouzu everywhere. Is this someone’s idea of a joke? ...Or could it be the Calamity’s doing? Stay close to me, Sage.

Chloe: And to tie it all together, I’ll add this cute little ribbon! A—nd all the clothes for the teru-teru bouzu are complete! Woah! Are they... jumping with joy!? Ehehe, I knew this was a good idea~!

Mitile: I’ll shrink the teru-teru bouzu, Master Sage. <<Ortonik Sealespilce>>! ...Whew! Things have finally calmed down a little. Although, it was fun while it lasted. It’s just been so boring lately with all this rain… Huh? Wait, look outside! The sky’s clearing up!

Riquet: I’m making this teru-teru bouzu for Mitile. We agreed to make matching ones for each other earlier, so I’ll need to borrow some paints from Rutile to complete it. I want to make sure I get the colour of Mitile’s hair and eyes just right.

Owen: Those Westerners wouldn’t stop pestering me until I helped them make teru-teru bouzu. They don’t even care whether it’s raining or shining outside. They just wanted to have fun making them.

Faust: Rutile’s innocuous suggestion quickly spiralled out of control. I was worried when I heard the Western wizards would also be making teru-teru bouzu, but the kids seemed happy and the sun came out, so I suppose all’s well that ends well.

Rutile: When I suggested we make teru-teru bouzu, I never anticipated all of this would happen. I just wanted to cheer up Mitile and Riquet since it’s been raining so much lately. Now that the sun’s out though, all 22 of us can have a picnic. It's a happy ending, Master Sage!

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[Event] Ballare Of A Starcrossed Night

Twitter announcement | Bluesky announcement

“I love you, my dearest Cain. Oh, Star of Love, I beg of you, grant me this one wish... Once every seven years, this world bears witness to the celestial phenomena known as the "Starcrossed Night". One morning, Cain and a few others wake up with bizarre kiss marks on their necks... Further investigation leads them to the Goddess of Love's abode where romance meets folly in a night of courtship. — Now, are you ready to experience the most unforgettable night of your life?”

The event “Ballare Of A Starcrossed Night” will be held from 18:00 (JST) on July 4th (Friday)! This event will feature Cain, Nero and Rutile as limited-time gacha SSRs.

Card details

Event gacha

[SSR] Blowing A Kiss To The Stars Above - Rutile

[SSR] A Dreamy Sigh - Nero

[SSR] Just You And Me At This Soiree Of Love - Cain

[SR] No Worries, I Got This! - Chloe

[R] How To Spot A Hottie - Figaro

Event reward

[SR] Stressing Out At Every Step - Heathcliff (low-tier)

[SR] What's The Genius Of The Age's Type? - Murr (high-tier)

[R] The Young Prince's Tears - Arthur

Log-in Stories

Log-in story 1: Rustica, Shino, Mithra

Log-in story 2: Riquet, Shylock, Owen

Log-in story 3: Snow, Mitile

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[Birthday] Rutile (July 1st, 2025)

Twitter thread | Bluesky thread

Ya—wn... Is it morning already? ...Mmn, it's still too early, so let's sleep in together. I want to spend my birthday with you. You wouldn't say no to the birthday boy, would you?

Birthday morning

Rutile: Good morning, Master Sage. Yawn…

Rutile: Ahaha, my apologies. I was so excited for today, that I barely slept a wink last night.

Rutile: But I’m definitely awake enough to hear out any birthday wishes you have for me!

Voicelines

Rutile: Thank you so much for throwing this party for me, everyone! Great food, tasty treats, and delicious alcohol… I’m so happy to be surrounded by all my favourite things and all my favourite people. To our lasting friendship… Cheers!

Figaro: Happy birthday, Rutile. We don’t have as many opportunities to talk one-on-one as we used to. That’s why, I was wondering if you’d like to take your good ol’ Doctor Figaro out for a ride tonight? Oh, but don’t go too fast, okay?

Lennox: Rutile, I understand wanting to drink more on your birthday, but why don’t we pwactice some self-restwaint, nyah? …The last time you got drunk you told me to use this line if you go too far. I can’t do it like you, but… You thought I was cute? I’m glad it worked then.

Mitile: Nii-sama… Um, glomp! I-I can't look you in the face while saying this, but I wanted to tell you that I’m really glad to be your little brother, and I’ll always be proud of you, and I love having someone as kind and brave as you for an older brother. Happy birthday!

Oz: Just before Rutile blew out the candles on his cake, Bradley sneezed and extinguished them first. Mitile was upset, but all Rutile was worried about was where Bradley ended up. …He never changes.

Arthur: Rutile is usually a ray of sunshine, but there are times where he gets so angry it brings him to tears. His heart is as vast as the land itself, encompassing cloud, rain and shine. I have a lot to learn from someone like that.

Cain: Cheers, Rutile! Hooray! …Whew, that hits the spot! Gotta say, no one would expect you to knock back drinks like this at first glance. Colour me impressed. Now then, what’s our next round gonna be? …Whatever drink I think is coolest? Ahaha, you got it!

Riquet: You won’t believe this, Master Sage! I just saw Owen ask Rutile for a private lesson! I was surprised he was so polite about it, but that must be because Rutile’s leading him down the correct path. I have much to learn from a teacher like him.

Snow: Happy birthday, Rutile. We’ve prepared a fine liquor for your birthday. Tiletta was quite fond of this one in particular, so we figured you would enjoy it as well. …Hohoho, we would be happy to join you with a few non-alcoholic drinks of our own.

White: Rutile, weren’t you doing research on wizards for your upcoming picture book? If you’d like, we’d love to regale you with our stories of Tiletta as a birthday present. With a drink on the side, of course.

Mithra: Since it’s your birthday, Rutile, I’ll grant you one wish of your choosing. There’s nothing I can’t do, so if you want me to pose as a model or recite a poem, I’ll make a special exception just for today. …You want me to write a poem? Seriously?

Owen: Well, if it isn’t our resident teacher. Since it’s your birthday, we should do a special lesson with just you and me. I’ll listen very attentively and ask lots of questions. That's every teacher’s greatest dream, no? Just make sure you fully satisfy my curiosity, alright?

Bradley: Earlier, that Southie got drunk off his ass and started makin’ up some happy birthday song for himself. It was all improv, but for some reason, I can’t get it outta my head. If yer curious, ask the birthday boy to sing it for ya. I bet he’d be happy to.

Faust: Happy birthday, Rutile. You’re the type of person to try and understand everyone’s point of view, even if they have completely different values from you. …While I admire the strength that takes, remember to stay true to your own heart as well.

Shino: Happy birthday, Rutile. You always make drinking look so good. In fact, we should have a drinking contest someday. But don’t even think about going easy on me.

Heathcliff: Happy birthday, Rutile. Your kind words can transform even the most ordinary day into a priceless treasure, filling me with warmth. Thank you for wanting to get to know me and becoming my friend. I hope we can continue to stay friends from now on.

Nero: ‘appy birthday, Rutile. Watchin’ ya sketch or ride your broom gives me this feelin’ of freedom, comfort, and joy. It’s like, how do I put it…. Watchin’ a flurry of flower petals blowin’ through the Southern sky. ...Huh. I guess that does sound like a poem.

Shylock: I wish you a very happy birthday, Rutile. I see you’re already piling up the drinks as usual. The sight of you is so adorably charming that it makes everyone around you want to drink even more, myself included. Tonight is sure to be a most exciting event.

Murr: Here’s your birthday present, Rutile! It’s paint made from the shells found in Tycho Lake. The grains might look white right now, but when applied, will have a shimmery aurora-like effect. I hope this will bring color to your dream of writing that picture book about us!

Chloe: For your birthday, Heath and I bought materials to make an accessory for you. We were thinking about making it beforehand, but then we decided it’d be more fun to do it together… You think so too? Yippee! Ehehe, I’m glad we know each other so well!

Rustica: Happy birthday, Rutile. Please allow me to treat you to this rougeberry cocktail. …Ahaha, your radiant smile has a way of lighting up the room. As I thought, red looks perfect on you.

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[Birthday] Heathcliff (June 29th, 2025)

Twitter thread | Bluesky thread

Good... morning... Ya—wn. Ahaha, I'm truly blessed to see your face as soon as I wake up. ... ...Ah! I- Ignore that! C- Could you pretend I didn't say anything just now?

Birthday morning

Heathcliff: Good morning, Master Sage. I’m glad to see you so early on my birthday.

Heathcliff: …Honestly, I wanted to tell you that after I’d gotten ready for the day, but as you can see, I just got out of bed…

Heathcliff: I apologise for not being on top of things, but if you’d like, perhaps we could go and freshen up together?

Voicelines

Heathcliff: I can’t believe there are so many people from such different walks of life celebrating my birthday today. However, I’m glad we were all able to meet. I want to do my best for everyone gathered here today and for the sake of this world.

Faust: Happy birthday, Heath. I’m truly grateful that my first student was someone as kind, meticulous, and brave as you. …Goodness, it’s not like you’re forcing me to say these things. Consider it a birthday present from me to you.

Shino: Happy birthday, Heath. I want to give you all the beautiful things in the world—anything and everything you deserve. Whatever it is you want, just say the word. I’ll make it happen.

Nero: ‘appy birthday, Heath. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside seein’ how much fun yer havin’ today. …Eh? Yer glad I seem to be havin’ fun too? Ahaha, well now you’ve got me all self-conscious…

Oz: I’ve noticed that you possess sharp senses, Heathcliff. With further refinement, you could become a wizard unparalleled in detecting danger and abnormalities. …There is no need to be modest. You should be proud to have such innate talent.

Arthur: These candies are for you, Heathcliff. They’ve been infused with magic to help you stay up all night for the party. I figured you wouldn’t want the festivities to end early on your account, so hopefully this will guarantee everyone has fun all night long.

Cain: Happy birthday, Heath. Is that clock from your family? It’s a beautiful piece. How does it work? …Err, sorry, not sure I got that. Can you explain it a little slower? …Hey, hey, don't apologise. I love how hyped up you can get about this stuff. C’mon, tell me more.

Riquet: Happy birthday, Heathcliff. Thank you for listening to me the other day after Mitile and I had that little fight. I’ll never forget how comforting it felt when you patted my back. It might not seem like a lot to you, but you’re the reason we were able to make up.

Snow: We gave Heathcliff a piece of stained glass for his birthday. He said he wanted to try making a “kaleidoscope” from it, so we’re eagerly awaiting the final results. With the combined power of us three artisans, it’s sure to be a masterpiece.

White: We gave Heathcliff a piece of stained glass for his birthday. It had a primarily blue base with specks of red, purple, and gold glass. He seemed quite pleased with it and said it gave him a burst of inspiration. Hohoho, I’m curious to see what he’ll make out of it.

Mithra: Happy birthday, Heathcliff. Say, you’re good with your hands, aren’t you? Could I ask you to draw this magic circle for me? It’s a pain having to stoop so low to the ground… You want to know what it’s for? It’s a trap for Oz, of course.

Owen: Happy birthday, Heathcliff. Just for your birthday, I’ve summoned the spirits of some wild beasts to liven the place up. Aw, look at how that one’s flicking its tail. I think it likes you. Why don’t you stop trembling and give it a pet?

Bradley: AHH~ CHOO! …Oh, Eastie, sorry if I woke ya… Hey, wait, ain’t it yer birthday today? Damn, it’s barely the asscrack of dawn and someone’s already given ya a present. Bet I could guess who that was.

Shylock: Happy birthday, Heathcliff. I bought you this magnificently decorated mug in the City of Affluence. A carefully brewed coffee by your hand would pair wonderfully with such a beautiful cup. 

Murr: Here’s your present, Heath! This is a garnet amulet made by yours truly. It’s a charm to give you courage in times of need and rest in times of peace! …Ahaha, did I spark your interest?

Chloe: Thanks for working on that project with me, Heath! Even though we didn’t always see eye-to-eye, it was really fun bouncing our ideas back and forth and creating something even more amazing together! Happy birthday!

Rustica: Thank you for being there to give Chloe a push whenever he’s struggling to find his way. Your kind and gentle soul is like the rays of dawn through the rain, shining a light when he needs it most. You ought to give yourself more credit, Heathcliff. Happy birthday.

Figaro: Happy birthday, Heathcliff. You’re grateful for the festivities, but embarrassed by all the attention? Well, birthdays only come around once a year, so just hang in there.

Rutile: Good morning, Heath. Are you heading to breakfast? Oh, actually the dining hall is off-limits right now. W-Why? Um, there was… an explosion! Okay, you got me, but we can't spoil the surprise! Why don’t you come to my room for the time being? I'll make you a cup of tea!

Lennox: Happy birthday, Heathcliff. I’m sure any vassal would be lucky to have you as their master. While I am speaking from my own experience, it’s also clear as day from seeing how Shino is around you.

Mitile: Happy birthday, Mister Heathcliff! I really appreciate you helping every so often when Mister Shino and I study together. Your explanations are easy to understand, so it always motivates me to keep going… Umm, in other words, I really like you! Ehehe, thank you so much!

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[Log-in story] May Every Lost Child Grow Up With Love ③

Appearing characters: Chloe, Rustica

Chloe: Ahh~ it feels so nice outside today! Isn’t this just the perfect weather for a walk, Rustica?

Rustica: Indeed, it is, Chloe. It’s as if the trees and flowers are all dancing in the breeze.

Rustica: ..Oh? It seems we have a little guest.

Chloe: Wah! That kitty’s covered in mud! Were you playing in the water, little guy?

Rustica: With a coat as pretty as that, it must’ve wanted to dance beneath the sunlight too.

Cat: Me~ow!

Chloe: Ah! It answered you! What a cutie—the way it's jumping and spinning around really does seem like dancing.

Chloe: Oh, we should probably give it a bath before all that mud dries and gets stuck to its fur.

Rustica: What a marvellous idea. Shall we lend it a hand?

Rustica: <<Amorest Viesse>>

Rustica: Here is a bathtub we can use. There’s nothing like a relaxing soak in warm water while feeling the wind against your skin.

Chloe: W-Wait a minute, Rustica!

Chloe: Didn’t the Master Sage say something about cats disliking water?

Chloe: It’ll probably run away if we try to put it in the tub, but I have another idea.

Chloe: <<Suispicibo Voitingok>>!

Rustica: Oh? What a lovely red and blue handkerchief.

Rustica: Will you use that to wipe down the kitten?

Chloe: Yeah! I thought this would help it feel less anxious, but we can still use the bathwater!

Chloe: Come here, kitty, kitty~. There’s nothing to be scared of~.

Cat: Mi~aow.

Chloe: Ahaha, it’s so cute. Don’t worry, little guy, we’ll get you all cleaned up in no time. I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.

Rustica: Ah, there you are. We can finally see your gorgeous, white coat beneath all that mud.

Chloe: Okie-dokie, now that you’re all clean, let’s pat you dry.

Cat: Meo—w.

Rustica: Ahaha, I think it’s having a wonderful time.

Rustica: It must be saying ‘thank you for your kind assistance’.

Chloe: Ehehe, I’m glad to be of service.

Chloe: I’ve had plenty of practice fixing up your hair, so I know just what to do.

Rustica: Ah, you’re absolutely right. I’m certain this little kitty feels as happy as I do every single morning.

Rustica: Thank you so much for giving each of my days a wonderful start.

Chloe: It’s a lot of fun for me, too, so thank you, Rustica!

Chloe: Alright, it looks like we’re done!

Chloe: Aw, look how nice and clean you are~! Maybe I should fix up its fur while I’m at it.

Cat: Meo—w! Meow meow!

Chloe: Aww, it ran away.

Chloe: Ahaha, even though it was so warm and friendly, it’s got a fickle side too, huh.

Rustica: You seem a little disappointed, Chloe.

Chloe: Is it that obvious? I really wanted to finish grooming it.

Rustica: In that case, why don’t we take a nap?

Rustica: I’ll turn the bathtub into a nice, fluffy bed, and we can fall asleep thinking about our pleasant encounter with the cat.

Rustica: Afterwards, when we wake up, you can fix up my bedhead. How does that sound, Chloe?

Chloe: !

Chloe: Oh, Rustica! It’s impossible to say no to you!

Chloe: Well, for what it’s worth, I’d love to! Let’s take a nap together!

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[Log-in story] May Every Lost Child Grow Up With Love ②

Appearing characters: Heathcliff, Lennox, Riquet

Heathcliff: Good morning, Lennox. Are you taking your sheep to graze?

Lennox: Yes, we’re just going to the forest and back.

Lennox: Are you and Riquet heading out somewhere?

Riquet: Not at all. We’re also taking a short morning walk.

Riquet: I heard it’s good to get a little exercise after breakfast.

Sheep: Baa~!

Heathcliff: Oh! They’re coming toward us.

Sheep: Baa, baa~!

Heathcliff: Ahaha, look how many of them there are.

Riquet: Aww, they’re so cute and fluffy! Seeing them around always lifts my spirits.

Riquet: May I pet them, Lennox?

Lennox: Of course. …Ah.

Lennox: My apologies. Please give me a moment.

Lennox: Now, now, you know you aren’t supposed to wander off on your own. What if you get lost?

Lennox: Hup… Make sure to stay here, alright?

Heathcliff: Wow, you picked that sheep up like it was nothing!

Heathcliff: Your strength is truly admirable.

Riquet: …

Lennox: Riquet? Is something the matter?

Riquet: Hmm, I was just thinking you’re like a father to all these sheep.

Heathcliff: Like a dad?

Riquet: Yes, you picking up that sheep reminded me of something I saw once at the market with Mitile.

Riquet: There was a kid recklessly running around, but their father was quick to catch them. He was so gentle with it, and that reminded me of how Lennox handled that sheep just now.

Lennox: I suppose you have a point.

Lennox: Children have a tendency to wander off on their own. Rutile and Mitile were the same way when they were young.

Riquet: Really? Did you do that too, Heathcliff?

Heathcliff: M-Me? Hmm…

Heathcliff: I wasn’t really that kind of kid. I preferred to sit and read.

Heathcliff: However, whenever I did wander off on my own, it was usually the maids and butlers who would stop me.

Lennox: Parents aren’t the only ones involved in raising a child. In the South, the whole village will help watch the children.

Riquet: …I see. It seems like everyone’s childhood is a little different.

Riquet: I wonder what everyone else was like in the past. I’d like to go around and ask them after our walk.

Heathcliff: Are you really that curious about their childhoods? 

Riquet: Yes, how do I put this…

Riquet: Each story is like encountering an exciting, new picture book.

Lennox: That’s a very nice way to put it. 

Riquet: I want to hear about your childhood, too, Lennox! Will you tell me?

Lennox: If you're interested, then I would love to.

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[Log-in story] May Every Lost Child Grow Up With Love ①

Appearing characters: Snow, Rutile, Cain

Snow: We're playing house today, everyone! Now then, what roles did we all get?

Rutile: I got the youngest son!

Cain: And I got second!

Snow: I suppose that makes me the oldest one, hohoho!

Rutile: Hehe, drawing lots for these kinds of games is always exciting. You can really get a challenge!

Cain: Yep, it really gets the imagination working.

Snow: Hohoho, the real fun is yet to begin!

Snow: I'm delighted you agreed to this. You see, with White and Riquet out, as well as those three hooligans, I was starting to get bored out of my mind!

Snow: Nonetheless, let us get right to it. Our story begins with the eldest son, me, telling you two there's something we need to talk about.

Cain: Starting off strong, huh.

Rutile: I guess this is when we say “A~nd… Action!”?

Snow: Cain, Rutile. We need to talk.

Snow: For the longest time, we've lived under the same roof, helping each other out however we can.

Snow: But that ends today.

Rutile & Cain: …What…?

Snow: I've decided to go on a journey and see this world for what it is. Take care of each other for me.

Cain: But why? This is all too sudden!

Rutile: Did something happen?

Snow: You could say I have found…a dream.

Snow: I'm going to start a band!

Rutile & Cain: A band!

Cain: Wait… what?

Snow: I wish to pour my heart out into verse and sing for those without a voice!

Snow: And the only way I can achieve this is to leave for “Tokyo” and try and make it big there. Soon, I'll be rich and the whole world will know my name!

Snow: Or at least that's what the previous Sa—erm, a dear friend of mine told me.

Rutile: So you want to be a bard of sorts?

Cain: …

Cain: Are you sure you want to do this, Snow?

Cain: What if it turns out too good to be true?

Cain: What if there's someone way better at it than you? Won't you be disappointed?

Snow: I've already thought it through.

Cain: Snow…

Cain: Well, since we can't stop you, we can only wish you the best of luck.

Snow: Will the two of you be alright?

Cain: Don't worry about us. We’ll be sure to meet again, but until then, you have our support.

Cain: Now get out there and make it big!

Snow: Thank you, Cain.

Snow: …Rutile?

Rutile: I…

Rutile: (What would mum and dad say if I were the one asking them…)

Rutile: I want to see you succeed, Snow!

Rutile: We'll be waiting for you.

Rutile: You can come back anytime things get hard. This will always be your home. And I can't wait to hear all about your exciting adventures!

Rutile: Whenever you're back, we'll welcome you with a bi~g plate of your favourite churros!

Cain: Yeah, drop by from time to time. Wouldn't want to forget what our big brother looks like.

Snow: You two…

Snow: Oh, how blessed I am to have such wonderful little brothers~!

Snow: Just you wait! I'll bring into being music never heard before in this world! Mark my words!

Snow: ‘Tis a goodbye, for now.

Rutile: Big brother Snow…

Cain: Snow…

Rutile & Cain: We believe in you!

Snow: A~nd cut!

Snow: My, oh my, I think we're professional actors in the making!

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[Event] May Every Lost Child Grow Up With Love

Twitter announcement | Bluesky announcement

“Arthur chances upon a little sprite by the name of Siofra, resting inside a tree hollow. It's said that this sprite adopts the first person it lays eyes upon as its parent, with the promise to grant them their most heartfelt wish. Arthur has diligently taken up the task of looking after Siofra, but Oz begins to feel conflicted as he watches over them... — Food. Shelter. And a child's embrace. It felt warm, even painfully so.”

The event “May Every Lost Child Grow Up With Love” will be held from 18:00 (JST) on June 17th (Tuesday)! This event will feature Oz, Mithra and Shylock as gacha SSRs.

Card details

Event gacha

[SSR] Gently Untangling The Luscious Locks - Shylock

[SSR] Showing A Toothy Grin - Mithra

[SSR] A Wish Felt At My Fingertips - Oz

[SR] Merry Laughter All Around - Arthur

[R] Do You Like Plushies? - Mitile

Event reward

[SR] Fine, I'll Share Some With You - Owen (low-tier)

[SR] A Chunk Of Meat In The One Hand - Bradley (high-tier)

[R] Look At These Shiny Mud Balls! - Murr

Log-in Stories

Log-in story 1: Snow, Rutile, Cain

Log-in story 2: Heathcliff, Lennox, Riquet

Log-in story 3: Chloe, Rustica

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[Log-in story] A Tender Kiss To The Fruits Of Fatalita ③

Appearing characters: Figaro, Shino

Figaro: …Ngh.

Figaro: (Yep, I pushed it way too far last night. My head is pounding,)

Figaro: (I could use magic to fix this… But maybe I should get Mitile to whip up a herbal remedy instead.)

Figaro: (There’s nothing like getting a good scolding from your doctor to fix a hangover.)

Shino: What's so funny?

Figaro: Oh, hi, Shino. Nothing much.

Figaro: I was just thinking about how much fun me and a bottle of fine wine had yesterday.

Shino: Yeah, and I bet the hangover's fun too.

Figaro: Haha, you could say that. Nero made some amazing appetizers too, and I believe you can imagine the rest from there.

Shino: Ugh, here comes Mr. Heartbreaker again.

Figaro: ...Who?

Figaro: Sorry, I must be really out of the loop, but who is Mr. Heartbreaker?

Shino: You, duh. Rutile told me that used to be your nickname back in the South.

Figaro: Oh, is that what they called me?

Figaro: I guess that’s the kind of reputation you get when you're a handsome young doctor treating kids every day.

Figaro: I’ve been hit with the ‘when I get older, I’m going to marry Dr. Figaro!’ more times than I can count.

Shino: Hmm…

Shino: I just don't see it.

Figaro: Oh? How come?

Shino: Because of what you told me the first time we met.

Figaro: That you still haven't grown up enough yet?

Shino: ...Don't say it if you know. You piss me off.

Shino: This is exactly what I mean. There's no way someone as insensitive as you could be so popular, it's gotta be a hoax.

Figaro: Ahaha, well, now I just have to show you what earned me that nickname. I need to defend my honour.

Figaro: Ahem... Aww, what happened, princess? Did you scrape your arm? Let Dr. Figaro see.

Figaro: It must hurt a lot, but there's no need to cry.

Figaro: See this gauze? Once Dr. Figaro wraps it around the wound, all the pain will go away.

Figaro: I'll even tie it into a pretty little bow for you. And you know what else? This is actually a magical gauze.

Figaro: Soon, you'll be back to playing like nothing even happened, alright? Now, show Dr. Figaro your big smile.

Figaro: ...A-nd, scene. Well, how do you rate it?

Shino: ...

Shino: It's nothing special. I mean, I could do that, too.

Figaro: Hahaha, I like your confidence.

Figaro: In that case, I'm curious to see your rendition, Dr. Shino.

Shino: Don’t cry. I’ll help.

Shino: That's it.

Figaro: The classic, straightforward approach, eh.

Figaro: Honestly, that might work better on some patients. Guess I'll have to try it next time.

Shino: Why? You've already figured out your approach.

Figaro: Because I'm not ready to let go of the title "Mr. Heartbreaker" yet. You'll have to put in a little more work if you want to take it from me.

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[Log-in story] A Tender Kiss To The Fruits Of Fatalita ②

Appearing characters: Bradley, Rutile, White

Bradley: Ya needa get yer eyes checked old man, ‘cause clearly we ain’t seein’ the same thing.

White: My eyes are just fine. You’re the one who needs glasses here.

Rutile: Mister Bradley, Lord White. I heard your voices from outside. What’s going on?

Rutile: O~h, you’re all dressed up…

White: Rutile, you’ve come right on time!

White: Snow and I were playing dress-up when Bradley rudely interrupted our fun!

Bradley: I’m the one interruptin’? How’s anyone supposed to relax when the two of y’all are out here kya-kya-kyaing in the open!?

Bradley: Then they told me I could “file a complaint once I fix my fashion sense,” even though I’m clearly the better-lookin’ one.

White: What nonsense! We’re far better dressed than you!

White: And that’s how we ended up in this fashion contest.

Rutile: I see, but where is Lord Snow?

White: He was to be our judge, but since we figured this would take some time, he left to prepare some refreshments.

White: However, we now have you to fulfill that role instead!

White: Do you have any objections, Bradley?

Bradley: It don’ matter to me. Anyone with eyes can tell that I’m the winner here.

Rutile: This is such a great responsibility… But it sounds like a lot of fun, too!

White: Our theme is formal wear inspired by weddings from the Master Sage’s world. We decided upon it since apparently people tend to get married around this time.

Rutile: Understood! Both of you look fantastic, but I’ll do my best to judge you fairly!

Rutile: Mister Bradley really stands out with his suave and sexy charm—100 points!

Rutile: But Lord Snow looks so cute and innocent with his blue ribbon—100 points as well!

Bradley: Huh? You didn’ decide shit.

Rutile: Ahaha, that’s true. Which is why…

Rutile: <Ortonik Setomaoge>!

Bradley & White: !

Rutile: I’ll be entering the contest too!

Rutile: How do you like my outfit? The two of you seemed to be having so much fun, it made me want to join too.

White: Hohoho, it seems we have a formidable late challenger. However, I still have a couple tricks up my sleeve.

Bradley: I ain’t done yet either. Just wait ‘an see, I’ll take down the competition.

Rutile: Well, I don’t intend to lose either!

White: Let us begin the match!

White: <Noscomnia>

Bradley: <Adno Potensum>

Rutile: <Ortonik Setomaoge>

Bradley: The hell are ya doin’, ya old bag of bones? Didn’t think you could win in yer lil’ brat form?

White: It’s still me, is it not? Are my strikingly good looks intimidating you?

Rutile: Wow, everyone looks great! So cool and handsome!

Rutile: Maybe we should do a group pose or something.

Bradley: Fine by me. It’ll make it easier to tell who the real winner is anyways.

White: Oh, what fun! Let’s do it.

Rutile: Alrighty then. Let’s start with our signature poses now! Go!

Bradley, Rutile, & White: Pose!

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[Log-in story] A Tender Kiss To The Fruits Of Fatalita ①

Appearing characters: Shylock, Oz, Chloe

Shylock: Here is your drink, Oz.

Oz: Thank you.

Chloe: Afternoon, everyone. Can I come in?

Shylock: You’re more than welcome to, Chloe.

Chloe: Say, have you seen Rustica anywhere? I went to his room, but he wasn’t there…

Shylock: It appears Rustica and Murr went to have some fun without us.

Chloe: Huh? Where’d they go?

Shylock: Well—

Chloe: Whoops! Sorry about that!

Oz: Your stomach growled. Have you eaten yet?

Chloe: A-Ahaha… I had enough to eat earlier, but I still feel hungry for some reason.

Chloe: Since it’ll be a while before dinner, I thought I’d distract myself by working on some new designs, but I just can’t seem to focus today.

Chloe: What should I do…

Oz: I can assist you.

Oz: Removing your hunger would be an easy feat for me.

Oz: <<Vox—>>

Chloe: W-Wait!!

Oz: What is it?

Chloe: I mean, I do want to do something about my hunger, but I don’t necessarily want it to go away just like that…

Chloe: It’s more like, there’s something satisfying about edging towards that thin line between full and not full… Gosh, I’m not explaining this very well am I, but you get it right?

Oz: I do not…

Shylock: But I do.

Shylock: It’s not about the fulfillment of your desires, but enjoying the swing of the pendulum as it hungrily sweeps between satisfaction and the craving for more…

Shylock: Am I right?

Chloe: Yes! Yes, that’s it! I knew you’d get it, Shylock~!

Oz: …What…?

Shylock: In that case, I have a proposal. Shall I arrange a beautifully captivating platter of snacks for you?

Shylock: It’ll be a feast for the eyes, tantalising your senses, beckoning you to come closer.

Shylock: Your aesthetics desires will be fulfilled, and yet, your stomach remains empty. Doesn’t that sort of imbalance sound like fun?

Chloe: That sounds like a great idea! Ooh, I can’t wait to see what it looks like. I’m so excited!

Chloe: Oh, speaking of things that I’ve been excited about recently, I passed by this store the other day that had a huge sale on some fabric and lace I really wanted, so I totally splurged out!

Chloe: I’ve been super into designing formal wear lately, so I was losing my mind over it! I got a ton of pearly white stuff that would be perfect for a wedding!

Shylock: Would this be the same store you came across while searching for Rustica after he wandered off that one time?

Chloe: Yep!

Chloe: I eventually found him at the house of an elderly lady I’d never seen before. She’d invited him for a dance lesson, apparently.

Shylock: What an elegant detour. He’s quite the gentleman, so I’m sure she was delighted to have him.

Chloe: Right? He caught the neighbours’ attention too, so they were all lining up just to get a dance with him…

Chloe: Ah, that reminds me! Yesterday, I was talking to Rutile and Heath when—

Oz: …

Oz: Are you not hungry anymore?

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[Birthday] Figaro (June 5th, 2025)

Twitter thread | Bluesky thread

Good morning, sleepyhead. ...Relax, it's not even midday yet Breakfast's ready, so come eat it while it's still hot. And speaking of breakfast, here's what the kids have to say about it in this newspaper they made: 'The key to true happiness is to have breakfast with your loved ones.' Will you share a bite of your happiness with me today?

Birthday morning

Figaro: Wakey-wakey, Master Sage. …Hey, I can wake up on time when I have a reason to.

Figaro: Okay, I admit to sleeping in on most days, but today isn’t just any ordinary day, is it?

Figaro: I know it’s pretty early, but can I ask for my birthday present right now? Will you be the first to wish me a happy birthday?

Voicelines

Figaro: Few things in this world can impress me at this age. But every so often, I find myself feeling things I thought I’d become numb to long ago. For example, saying goodbye to you never gets easier.

Rutile: Doctor Figaro! Birthday boys are not allowed in the kitchen! Here, you can have one bite of the carpaccio, but that’s all you’ll get for now! After that, off to the dining hall you go. Come on, say a~h… Now, Mister Leno! Take him away from here!

Lennox: What are you doing here, Lord Figaro? Mitile and the Master Sage are looking for you all over the manor to wish you a happy birthday. ��You are loved, Dr. Figaro. More than you can ever imagine.

Mitile: Happy birthday, Dr. Figaro! …No, my tummy’s just fine. I just wanted you to know that even though you can be careless and troublesome sometimes, I… I still love you! …Hey, don’t laugh!

Oz: Silence, Figaro. …You run your mouth enough as it is, but you’re more talkative than usual today. As such, I’ve prepared a bottle of liquor and appetisers, which I suspect you’ll like. I’ll need this if I am to listen to your chatter for the rest of the night.

Arthur: Happy birthday, Lord Figaro. Thinking back on it, travelling all the way from the South to the North to visit me must’ve put quite the burden on you. And you still made sure to drop by even after I’d returned to Central. I wish you the same happiness you’ve made me feel.

Cain: Oh, hi again, Figaro. I thought you just went into the kitchen to check up on Rutile and Mitile? Back so early? …They shooed you away with only this little portion of carpaccio? Ahaha, I feel ya. My dad used to do the same. So, how’s it taste? …10/10? Heck yeah!

Riquet: It’s Figaro’s birthday today. You know, he’s always so busy taking care of us that it makes me wonder… Who’s going to take care of him when he gets hurt? Medicine seems so complicated after all. Perhaps it’s best that I ask him about it.

Snow: We’re celebrating you today, Figaro. And what better way than to take a trip down memory lane with your good old teachers? Come to our room once you’re all partied out with your beloved Southern folk. We’ve got a bottle of your favourite Northern liquor, hohoho~!

White: Happy birthday, Figaro. Oh, we’ve said this so many times already that it’s embarrassing at this point. You ought to spend this special day with all who are near and dear to your heart. Come find us later and tell us all the wonderful things that happened to you today. 

Mithra: You and I have a record I would love to settle right here and now, but… As it stands, you’re more useful to me alive, keeping those two away from harm’s reach. Please make sure to live.

Owen: Happy birthday, Doc. Say, surely the good-natured doctor of the South won’t get mad and punish little old me for taking these candies all for myself, ri~ght? …Oh. You really… won’t? 

Bradley: Where’re ya goin’ with that? …To Figaro’s room? Listen to me real good. I trust ya know what yer doin’, considerin’ yer willingly walkin’ into the lion’s den. But be careful, or you’ll end up with yer neck in its mouth once it’s way too late.

Faust: I’ll use the moment while it’s just us two now to thank you properly. Happy birthday, Master Figaro. I’m honoured to be learning magic under your tutelage once again.

Shino: Rutile and Mitile told me it’s your birthday today. And they also told me that you have the reputation of a heartbreaker back in the South. If you’re going to claim to be so kind and charming, you should set a better example and not ruin kids’ dreams.

Heathcliff: Happy birthday, Lord Figaro. I thought it’d be useful to learn medicine in case Shino gets injured in the future, so I’ve been studying it on my own. However, I am struggling with a few things… If it won’t be too much trouble, I’d appreciate your guidance sometime.

Nero: Yer givin’ everyone special massages ‘cuz ya wanna share the birthday fun? Erm, thanks, but I think I’ll pass. I mean, I can’t ask that of the birthday… man. Anyways, I’m off to the kitchen. Gotta get tonight’s feast gOOIINNGG? Aightaightaight, geez, jus’ be more gentle…

Shylock: Happy birthday, Lord Figaro. I’ve prepared a special cocktail for you tonight. I’ve dubbed it “Skylark of Dawn”, for the aftertaste it provides is as fresh as the first rays of the sun as morning breaks. I believe it makes for the perfect final drink of the night.

Murr: Happy birthday, Figaro! I love chatting with you, you know! I mean, you’re knowledgeable, open-minded and a master of manipulation! …Aww, was that a teeny-tiny bit of contempt I just saw in your eyes? Gotta say, looks great on you!

Chloe: Of course, I know Figaro is great with words, given how easily time slips away whenever we’re having a chat. But he just makes me feel so understood and that prompts me to go on and on… Since it's his birthday today, I bet everyone will be competing for his attention.

Rustica: Shall I pour you a cup of herbal tea, Dr. Figaro? I wanted to honour your practice by giving you something on the healthier side… You want to drink together? It'd be my pleasure. Si–p… Pardon me. Truthfully, I didn’t expect it to be so bitter, I needed a moment there.