— With a sprint, she flies into the air. Her jump looks like she wants to reach the clouds, but gravity holds her back and she falls towards a paved ground. She lands on all fours and as she stands up, she waves her hands, all red from her landing. She continues her run, arms moving one after the other and each of her steps echoes in the narrow street. She hasn't reached her destination yet, but she knows that in a few seconds, when she arrives at the border of this small town, the place she has to reach will present itself to her eyes.

And she's absolutely right.

She jumps again, but this time over a small fence. Adara's rays light up the beautiful landscape—

— The one of the city of Entark.

It is gradually sinking into the ground, but the center of this gigantic city is on a high hill, where the castle of the Sentinels is located. Although she would have liked to go there, her destination is in another part of the city, on the eastern side of Entark. She stops to observe the landscape, her eyes illuminated by this magnificent scene; it was like a painting that was anchored in reality.

The city is built on a slope, going down and down to the depths of the earth. At least, that is the impression given.

In fact, the highest point of the city, about where the woman is, is more than a kilometer above sea level. Entark was built on a mountain and even though the hollow where it grows is natural, it is said that it was the battlefield between one of the Angels and a hero with a forgotten name. Of course, this is only a legend and no proof has ever been given. Maybe it is true, but it is impossible to confirm. The city of Entark has two known rivers that run down the north and west of the city, making the east and north the poorest places. There are still some prestigious buildings there, but nothing compared to the level of northern Entark. The buildings are of a Nordic style, but it is rare to find such structures anywhere else in the world: Entark is a city known for its originality, descending into the depths of the mountain. The houses are built in such a way as to be adapted to the slopes, but are also designed in case an earthquake or an avalanche comes to Entark.

It is a beautiful city that amazes tourists and one where rich and poor live, although on opposite sides.

The mayor of the city is popular for his intelligence, but mostly for his greed and avarice. The more he can earn money, the happier he will be.

Woman: "Let's go~!"

In her feminine voice, she thinks out loud and continues her run, heading towards Entark, the town that is her destination.

???: "Hello, miss."

Woman: "Hello! I am here to see if my room is ready yet!"

A big smile on her face, she talks to the receptionist with joy and excitement. With round glasses on her face and wrinkles on her cheeks, the woman in charge of the reception does not hide the time that passes, even if her hair is still a beautiful dark blue.

Receptionist: "May I ask in what name?"

Marjolaine: "Marjolaine Disius, I need to be in room 35B!"

The old lady squints softly as she hears the identity of the young woman in front of her, but she prefers to keep her mouth shut and checks if everything is ready. After a few moments spent on the board where everything is written, she takes a bunch of keys and offers them to the young woman. The latter offers her a magnificent smile, showing her pointed teeth to the lady.

Marjolaine: "Thank you very much!!!"

Receptionist: "Enjoy your stay at Entark."

Marjolaine: "Can't do anything else other than enjoying it!"

She starts galloping toward the stairwell, keys in hand. Her happy mood makes the woman smile, but her identity gives her a certain... pressure. She never thought this woman would be so... childish.

Marjolaine: "So my floor is the second floor... Hey, this should be quick!"

She gets ready to run and after counting to three, she starts to run up the stairs. Three steps at a time, she climbs with inhuman speed and reaches the second floor in record time. When she gets there, she observes the long corridor with her big eyes and doesn't hide her beautiful smile.

Marjolaine: "My room has to be... that way!"

She turns around suddenly, using only her right foot, and starts to run. She quickly reaches her room and inserts the key before entering and closes the door behind her noisily. She gets rid of her shoes and puts them under the coat rack and looks at the corridor in front of her. The hotel room is rather big, but nothing that impresses Marjolaine. She starts to visit all the rooms, but only her gigantic bed makes her really happy. There was room for at least three people...! She throws herself there and bounces on the soft mattress and sighs for a long time.

Marjolaine: "So nice..."

Marjolaine is a woman who can't talk in her head: her thoughts are always said out loud. Except during serious moments, she always has to let her mouth say what her brain is thinking... She takes a pillow in her arms and sees if it's to her liking... and luckily, it's a pillow she'll enjoy when she goes to sleep tonight.

Marjolaine: "It's a good room, I'm happy!"

She moves her feet like a little girl and sings while closing her eyes. The other thing that is stirring in her is what is behind her back:

A Rena tail.

Marjolaine was not "human", but a Rena. Fox ears on her head, the only ones she has, and a long and fluffy fox tail on her back. A powerful instinct, but one that doesn't always work, and an impressive speed when she starts to run. Her father and mother are both Renas too, and Marjolaine is happy to be one. Even though she has often been the subject of criticism, she just has to say who she is and others keep quiet. She finds this to be a sign of weakness. Long red hair that reaches her buttocks, it curls from her skull and some rebellious strands can be seen everywhere, especially near her long ears. She takes care of herself by showering every day and brushing her hair carefully, but her genetics have decided that the hair and the flyaways will continue to bother her all her life. She accepted this hard and tragic truth and it turned into her beautiful and pleasant reality. She is pretty like this and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot; that is her way of thinking. She opens her eyes again and shows the ceiling their beauty. One is a beautiful blue, resembling her father's, while the other is a red almost similar to her hair, which resembles her mother's. Although not currently, she often wears rectangular glasses on her face, but she only puts them on to read, since she has presbyopia. Like most of the time, she wears a simple sweater that is too big for her and dark tights. She knows she doesn't have a style that sets her apart from others, but it is the style that she appreciates more than anything else. In fact, it is this originality that makes her special in the field she works in.

After leaving the hotel, Marjolaine started to visit the streets of Entark. As she suspected before, they are steep and going down is fun, but climbing them is much more boring, tiring. It is the first time she visits Entark and she cannot deny it: she is impressed. Whether it's the view or even the structure of the houses, everything is beautiful and... beautiful! Everything is so beautiful here!

Marjoram: "So beautiful!"

She jumped because of her joy and continued her visit without hurrying: even if she arrived today, tomorrow is what is really important. She had asked her Master if she could come here one day before, just to visit Entark and taste one of its famous restaurants, and he had accepted without any problem. Marjolaine loves her Master very much and she is happy that he accepted her request, although she doesn't know why he would have refused.

The streets of Entark are more or less all the same, symmetrical and straight. After a few minutes of visit, even if the view is very beautiful, Marjolaine does not see any more interest in visiting the streets and stops near a restaurant. She looks at the menu carefully and notes that in the daily dishes, there is—

Marjolaine: "!!!! Peppered salmon from Ambleurs?!"

A very famous dish, but it is even better when the salmon comes from Ambleurs, a region she has visited before. It's a small village, but the big lake of Ambleurs is popular for its salmon and trout. She salivates in anticipation and behind her back, her Rena tail wagging in all directions. Just the thought of eating such a succulent dish makes Marjolaine's stomach rumble and she looks up at the sky wondering if she should succumb to the gluttony so soon, or if it's better to wait a little longer, since it's not supper time yet.

Marjolaine: "... I don’t want to wait!"

She shrugs and walks back into the restaurant, not even bothering to change into something more "fancy". She's just hungry.

After a meal that filled her belly, she headed to her hotel remembering the taste of peppered salmon. She had heard of it before, but never tasted it... and what a surprise. She already knew that this dish was going to make her mouth water, but at this point... She still wants more, but her belly being full, she prefers to go back to her hotel, enjoy a good night's sleep and get ready for tomorrow. She must be in good condition for the meeting. She continues walking, but to reach her hotel, she has to go up and up the streets of Entark. Even if she is resistant and doesn't get tired quickly, having to climb so much with a full stomach consumes a lot of energy, but nothing that forces her to rest. She takes it as a surprise workout, which is not something surprising where she works, and gives it her all. She walks with an air of determination and doesn't accept defeat! She will manage to reach her hotel without stopping!

Marjolaine: "Finally... in my... room..."

She lets out a long sigh and drops onto her bed, not even bothering to change. She closes her eyes, but she doesn't want to sleep in the sweater she plans to wear tomorrow too, so she starts to grumble.

Marjolaine: "Get up, stupid..."

She talks to herself, eyes still closed, head stuck against the soft mattress. She keeps her mouth open and a small trickle of drool flows onto the mattress.

Marjolaine: "Up... Down... No, up..."

She can't decide. She didn't take a change of clothes and sleeping in her clothes will make her dirty for the next day. Marjolaine rumbles to herself and rolls to the side until she falls out of bed and hits the floor.

Marjolaine: "Ouuuuch..."

She's finally on the floor, which means she's going to be able to get up and get undressed...... right?

Marjolaine: "The carpet... comfyyyyyyyyyy..."

Her eyes are still closed and the more the seconds pass, the more she falls asleep. Despite her efforts, she can't seem to get up... She tries one last thing:

Marjolaine: "Master, I can't... get up..."

When she imagines his answer—

Marjolaine: "I'm up!!!"

She stands up suddenly and nods. She smiles, but quickly feels her head spin and holds it: she got up way too fast. She sits down on her bed and sighs. Marjolaine waits a few seconds before undressing from her sweater, t-shirt, bra, tights and panties — getting into her apartment, she has already taken off her shoes. When she is completely naked, she jumps back into bed, grabs a pillow and lays her head comfortably on it. She has no suitcase, so she has no pajamas… Besides, she prefers to sleep naked. She has no reason to change this habit. She falls asleep quickly and thinks of a dream that she will forget the next day, as often.

Marjolaine wakes up earlier than expected, around six in the morning. The meeting doesn't start until ten in the morning and is in a building that is only a ten minute walk away, so Marjolaine looks outside from her window, memorizes the view to immortalize the moment and then goes back to her bed, but not to sleep. She thinks of her Master and smiles, enjoying the few hours she has ahead of her to have fun.

Marjolaine: "Goodbye!"

She greets the receptionist, but she runs so fast that she doesn't hear the old lady's response. Her Rena tail moves from left to right behind her, the same color as her hair and ears. She is wearing the same clothes as yesterday and has put on some perfume before leaving, smelling of lavender. It is the free perfume of the hotel that is in the bathroom that she used. She also washed herself an hour before leaving, using a mango shampoo and a basic shower gel. It's nine forty, so she has time before she gets there, but her Master told her that it's always better to arrive early, even by ten to twenty minutes.

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The landscape is a blur as she runs so fast, but right now she doesn't care about visiting or enjoying Entark: she only thinks about the meeting that awaits her.

She has been sent by her Master, because he has to attend another even more important meeting. She doesn't know all the details, but she knows that it is strategic and important for their continuation, for their future. Marjolaine is sufficient for the current meeting and since she has a very good memory, she will have no difficulty in telling everything there was to say about this meeting. As expected, she will report all the important points discussed to her Master. Even though the meeting is important to Marjolaine as well, it is not her job to have anything to do with it. Her job is different and just as important.

She stops in front of a large building that stands out unlike the others, much richer and taller. The houses next to it are very poor, unlike the depot which is part of the structures owned by the Gerald Soudenain company. Large and painted white, the main entrance makes the two neighboring houses alone. Marjolaine observes it for a few seconds before nodding and walking towards the warehouse. She knows the password because she has memorized it by heart, but if for some reason she forgot it, she has a piece of paper with it written on it in large letters. She arrives at a small box, *click*, *click*, *click* and *click*. She expects the big front door to open, but the metallic noise resounds to her right, from the right sea of the building. Between the depot and the neighboring house, there is a small alley hidden awkwardly by trees, but the purpose of this decoration is rather to make it pretty than to hide the alley. She goes there without hesitation and sees a little light coming from inside and that from a small crack that goes from the bottom of the warehouse to the third: a door is open. She suspects that this is the mechanism to activate and opens the door completely. She enters the building and closes the door behind her before looking inside.

???: "Oooi, who are you?!"

It is a large room with a large table in the middle, probably of a rich wood given its color. She barely has time to notice where she is when a man stands up and yells, echoing throughout the room. Marjolaine blinks and looks at him.

Marjolaine: "U-Uh...?"

The man approaches her while a little boy tries to calm him down, but his words do not reach him. Marjolaine advances in her turn, not intimidated by the man. She reaches his waist and smiles at him.

Marjolaine: "My name is—"

Muscular man: "Are you sure you didn't get lost, huh?"

Marjolaine sighs. Seeing his personality, his way of speaking and his silly look, she prefers to ignore him and continues to walk towards the table.

Idiot man: "OOI!!!"

She notes that the table holds a total of twenty-six people, but only ten chairs have paper on them. She assumes that is the number of people who will be attending the meeting. She had thought it would be more. She goes to look to see which seat is assigned to her when a strong hand grabs her arm. She turns around and sees the man's face, enraged.

Angry man: "THIS IS NO PLACE FOR GIRLS!"

His scream echoes through the entire room, the walls vibrate and Rena's ears hurt from Marjolaine. She closes her eyes because of the pain and the little boy gets up from his chair.

Little boy: "Mada, that's enough!"

The man clutches Marjolaine's arm even tighter and she squints. His strength is extraordinary and she knows he is not trying to break her arm... yet. She must be careful with this man, but she does not recognize him.

Mada: "Yeah yeah, but this is no place to laugh, here."

He judges her mainly because of her clothes, but mostly for a reason he won't give out loud: she's a Rena. A non-human, a half-human, another race — whatever the name is, this young woman who is in front of him is not human. Moreover, she looks weak.

Marjolaine: "Y-You're hurting me..."

She tries to move her arm, but Mada does not accept it. He looks at her with black eyes, a look she knows well.

Marjolaine: "... A racist, huh..."

Mada: "You said what?!"

She tried not to speak very loudly, but since she had to move her lips, Mada understands that she said something to him; for him, it is probably an insult.

Mada: "REPEAT!!!"

???: "Mada."

A female voice sounded from a little further away, smoking her cigarette at the back of the room.

???: "Let her go, you'll regret it."

Mada: "Eeeh, you think a little kid and not human like her will do anything to me? Ahah, funny, that, Inura!"

He starts to laugh; a fat and ugly laugh, one that can't attract anyone, only repel. Marjolaine feels his arm still tight and she sighs. She who had wished that everything would go well.

Marjolaine: "Oi, get your paw room off my beauty, motherfucker."

Her expression suddenly changes, as if he is not the same person anymore. From a big curious smile to a look that shows pain at... that.

A monstrous air that proves she is ready to kill.

Mada withdraws his hand because of the surprise and shivers running through his heart, but everyone in the room feels the same pressure; some less than others, but the little boy lets out a cry of fear. Marjolaine cracks her neck and stares at the man with the name Mada. She doesn't tell him anything more, but she makes him understand something, just with her look.

"Speak evil to me again and your throat will be slit."

It is what she gave as an expression and what Mada understands. He swallows loudly and takes a step back.

Mada: "Who are you?"

Such pressure is not given to anyone. It takes a natural talent, being born with a certain ability to be able to do this. The man quickly understands his stupidity, even if he really doesn't know who this Rena is. She seems so basic, only her lightning eyes have something special.

But there, her aura, her presence, her look, her heart beating violently in her chest... She is anything but ordinary, this Rena.

???: "Marjo, calm down, calm down."

Marjolaine closes her eyes and sighs. She takes a more tranquil pose and a breath of fresh air. Recognizing the voice, she opened her eyes and let out a big smile; a beautiful smile.

Marjolaine: "Ririiii!!!"

She passes by the muscular man without paying attention and runs towards the woman who has just entered the warehouse. She opens her arms and Marjolaine jumps into them, giving her a big hug that makes the woman with the cigarette smile. She throws this last one on the ground and applauds.

Inura: "Okay, okay, now that everyone is here, I think—"

Mada: "Hey, wait!"

She continues to walk to the table and looks at Mada with a bored look.

Inura: "What now, Mada?"

Mada: "I know everybody here but her, who is this Rena?!"

Satori: "Talking like that about my girlfriend is not cool, you know?"

Mada: "G-Girlfriend?!"

Satori walks up with a Marjolaine in her arms and whispers something to her, which makes her blush and smile. She stops hugging her girlfriend and looks more serious, but can't help but smile.

Marjolaine: "I am Marjolaine Disius!"

Those who didn't know her yet open their eyes wide when they hear her last name.

Little boy: "D-Disius?!"

Marjolaine squints a little to make herself look more "naughty", but keeps her cute smile on her face.

Marjolaine: "I come here on behalf of my Master, Citron

Lemus."

Another revelation that surprised many. And finally, what these people already knew, but she decided to add—

Marjolaine: "I am the daughter of Lectro Disius, best fighter of the former King."

Chapter 8B : An Untouchable Flower

Mada: "W-What?!"

He shouts with surprise and even takes a step back.

Mada: "Y-You're L-Lectro's daughter?!"

Marjolaine sighs when she hears it. As much as she wants to show off her cuter, friendlier side, she can't stand this pile of muscle that doesn't have a single one in its brain.

Marjolaine: "Do I need to prove it by using my Tempus...?"

Satori: "Come on, we're here for a serious meeting, let's not get carried away, okay, honey?"

Marjorie: "H-Honey..."

She starts blushing again and nods before bringing her lips to her girlfriend's and hugging her, her Rena tail wagging in every direction. Mada stares at her dumbfounded, unable to believe that this Rena is… Lectro's daughter... He's not just anyone. He is respected all over the world and is no less famous for it! If she is his daughter, then the disrespect he just showed…

Inura: "She looks like an idiot, only nice and weak Rena, but I told you to stop, you idiot."

She sits down in her chair and taps her long fingernails on the table.

Inura: "Okay, okay. Everyone, please take your seats. I wouldn't want to waste my time unnecessarily… Marjolaine, stop kissing Satori."

Marjolaine kisses her on the forehead before nodding and moves towards one of the chairs, looking for hers. The man opposite to her shows her his place and she notices that she is right next to Satori.

Marjolaine: "You even put me next to her!!!"

She exclaims, joyfully, and Inura nods.

Inura: "If you are not focused because of her, I will be forced to put you on the opposite side."

Marjolaine: "I know when to be serious, you know that,

Inura."

Inura: "Yes, yes. I know, I know."

She is not very convincing, but Marjolaine knows that it is useless to argue with her. She settles into her chair, right next to a smiling Satori, and does her best to calm herself down. She had been so excited to visit Entark that she had completely forgotten that her girlfriend had to come to the meeting too. However, she didn't forget because she's not in love enough; it was precisely so that she wouldn't constantly think about her that she forgot. As well as the excitement of visiting Entark, of course.

Inura: "Anyway, anyway."

The woman with hair as black as a starless night puts a paper in front of her, taken out of her pocket. She unfolds it and puts her palm on it.

Inura: "Let's talk about important matters. You are all gathered here so that we can talk about the subject of Inertia and make a first decision about whether or not they will be destroyed soon."

An important meeting begins around this big table, between ten people of high importance.