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[Event] Sonatina of Earnestness And The Chair Of Repose

Twitter announcement | Bluesky announcement

“'There comes a time in our lives when all we desire is to sit down and rest.' Lennox takes Arthur to a chair specialty store on the outskirts of the Central Country where they'll be tending to its humble, cozy walls for the next few days... — We spend our lives chasing our ideals with all we've got. But I hope that by the end of your journey, you will have...”

The event “Sonatina of Earnestness And The Chair Of Repose” will be held from 18:00 (JST) on August 28th (Thursday)! This event will feature Arthur and Lennox as limited-time gacha SSRs.

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Event gacha

[SSR] Braving The Start Of A New Journey - Arthur

[SSR] Watching The Start Of A New Journey From Afar - Lennox

Event reward

[R] Hammerwork Is A Piece Of Cake! - White

[R] What Even Is This Thing? - Mithra

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[Event] The Beast With Bared Fangs And The Caulis Of Wilderness

Twitter announcement | Bluesky announcement

A bizarre tower has appeared overnight. That tower, born from 'The Seed Of The Legendary Beast,' is known among wizards as the 'Trial Grounds'. On their journey, the wizards encounter Ferus — a noble yet merciless ancient beast who bears its fangs at them. Will the animosity that began with a howl grow into a bond of mutual trust? — If you're planning on spoiling my fun, I'll leave you here.

The event “The Beast With Bared Fangs And The Caulis Of Wilderness” will be held from 18:00 (JST) on August 14th (Thursday)! This event will feature Owen as gacha and reward SSRs.

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Event gacha

[SSR] The Violet Wolf Only Obeys Its Master - Owen

[SR] What The Beast Of The Tower Is After - Shino

[R] Deciphering The Ancient Scripts - Murr

Event reward

[R] Keeping An Eye Out For Our Destination - Rutile

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[Log-in story] A Sepulcrum Of Woeful Sacrifices ③

Appearing characters: Snow, Murr

Snow: Whew…

Murr: Heya, Snow! Back already?

Snow: Indeed, I am. As it turns out, the mission was nothing more than a light clean-up.

Snow: At this rate, I might be able to catch up to White and join him on his mission.

Murr: Aw, are ya worried about him?

Murr: He’s accompanying Mithra’s group to purify some catacombs, right?

Snow: Yes, and it seems Mithra’s been acting awfully suspicious about it, but I wouldn’t say I’m worried.

Snow: White is my precious other half, after all. This mission shouldn’t pose any sort of challenge for him.

Murr: Are ya sure about that?

Murr: White’s a ghost too, isn’t he? What if he gets exorcised along with the catacombs?

Snow: …

Murr: …

Snow: You need to work on your sense of humour, dear.

Murr: Huh? You aren’t mad?

Snow: What? Why would you think that?

Snow: I’ll have you know I don’t feel the slightest bit of anger at all.

Murr: If ya say so!

Murr: But I really wanted to give this a go! Ta-da!

Snow: Is that…?

Murr: Rings a bell? I found this handy-dandy tool in the storage room.

Snow: That’s quite a rare item, isn’t it?

Snow: If I recall correctly, it has the ability to absorb a fatal attack for its owner.

Murr: That’s right! But do you think it really works?

Murr: With a description like that, I’ve gotta see it to believe it!

Snow: Ah, so that’s why you were trying to provoke me.

Snow: Goodness, you truly lack any sense of self-preservation. I hardly know whether to call it brave or foolish…

Snow: If there’s anything that’s certain, it’s that your curiosity is a force to be reckoned with.

Murr: Aww, you’re too kind!

Snow: Precisely—a patient and magnanimous wizard such as I would never fly into a rage over a silly joke like that.

Snow: Better luck next time.

Murr: Hmm…

Murr: Okay then, moving onto Plan B! Once White returns from his mission, I’ll try using the artifact on him.

Snow: What?

Murr: I wanna know if it’ll have any effect on a ghost like h—

Snow: <Noscomunia>

Murr: Ack!

Snow: …

Murr: Are you… mad? You are!

Snow: Of course I am.

Snow: You can say whatever you like to me, but White is a completely different case.

Snow: If you touch even a strand of hair on his head, I’ll make sure you regret it.

Murr: Ahaha, that look in your eyes is giving me goosebumps!

Murr: I guess that’s it for my artifact, but I sure learned a lot from this experience. Thanks, Snow!

Snow: …Sigh.

Snow: Oh, please come back soon, my dearest White~! I can’t take this much longer without you~!

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[Birthday] Cain (August 6th, 2025)

Twitter thread | Bluesky thread

Look who's up early today! And all just to wish me a happy birthday? Ahaha, thank you so much, Master Sage. But before that, let me wipe all of this sweat off myself first. Can't let you see me looking like this.

Birthday morning

Cain: Master Sage? That you?

Cain: Ahaha, thank you so much for the birthday wishes. You couldn’t have woken me up any better way!

Cain: And you know what will make this morning even better? Breakfast! Just the two of us. What do you say?

Voicelines

Cain: Whoa! Everyone’s going crazy with the party poppers today! I can’t even count how many have gone off now. Not to mention there’s confetti everywhere. …Whoa, another one!? Ahaha, I really am a lucky guy to have this many people hyped up for my birthday.

Oz: Cain. I bought this bottle of liquor from the City of Glory for you. …Why do you look so surprised? Were you not the one who asked for this? Why ask something of me if you’re going to forget it later?

Arthur: The preparations are finally complete for our fried food feast! Let’s head to the kitchen right away. Nero helped us procure the finest cooking oil, so you can rest assured we’ll have the crispiest snacks around. Ahaha, that’s the spirit! Happy birthday, Cain!

Riquet: Happy birthday, Cain. For your present, I made a hundred of these cleaning coupons. You can use one any time to ask me for help. …Until you fix up your room, I hardly think you’re in a position to say that’s too many. Look at these socks lying about!

Snow: I thought the manor was noisier than usual today. Turns out it’s Cain’s birthday. Even before the actual date, he was telling me how people were approaching him on the streets with presents. Well, that shouldn’t be a surprise given how amicable he is!

White: Oh dear, however are you holding onto all those presents? …Ahh, so they’re gifts from the trainees who look up to you in the Knights’ Order. It’s admirable to have inspired so many people at such a young age. We, too, rely on that amicability.

Mithra: So it's Cain’s birthday. I had a feeling there'd be a lot of commotion today, but it’s noisier than I'd imagined. It doesn’t seem like the party will end anytime soon either, but I planned to stay all night anyway. It’s certainly more interesting than doing nothing at all.

Owen: Happy birthday, Sir Knight. Here’s a little something I got for you. Just open your hand and… Ahaha! Who would’ve thought you’d be scared by a toy snake? Did you really think I’d actually give you a birthday present? You truly are hilarious sometimes.

Bradley: Hey, Mister Pipesmoker, pour me ‘nother round…Woah!? Whoddaya think yer slappin’ on the back ‘ere! Bah, I can’t get mad at the birthday boy. C’mere, I’ll pour ya a drink myself. But I’ll have ya know not everyone gets this kinda treatment.

Faust: Cain, you possess a courage beyond your years. No matter the foe, you’re always willing to take a stand if it’s for the sake of your companions and liege. …However, you should take care of yourself more. Just as you treasure your friends, they treasure you as well.

Shino: Happy birthday, Cain. Is the fried food party about to start? Before you get going, Nero was wondering if he should cut back on dinner since you’ll be feasting up. …There’s no need? I thought you’d say that. I’ll make sure to tell him. Enjoy yourself.

Heathcliff: Ch-Cheers! Ahaha, Cain’s definitely drunk, isn’t he? We’ve already toasted three times now, but I’m honestly having a lot of fun. We ought to keep our glasses full for the next round of toasting, don’t you think, Master Sage?

Nero: ‘appy Birthday, Mister Knight. When I saw ya trainin’ out there this morning, I couldn’t help but add another dish to the breakfast line-up. As a chef and your elder, it’s my job to keep hard-workin’ kids like ya full, so make sure to eat up.

Shylock: Happy birthday, Cain. Would you like a glass of whiskey with the finest ice available? As the cubes melt, the flavour of the alcohol will subtly change, bringing out different flavour profiles. I do hope you'll savour this enthralling night as you mature once again.

Murr: You’ve got some fascinating abs, Cain! Whenever you’re relaxing, they’re all nice and soft, but as soon as you lock in, they harden up! The way your muscles change is like magic! …Hm? How do I know this? Ahaha, maybe if you get drunk enough tonight, you’ll find out!

Chloe: Today is Cain’s birthday! Once when we were in the city together, this knight came up to us and asked to shake his hand. Not only did Cain agree, he even gave him a hug! Talk about popular, right? He reminds me of those "idols" you mentioned! Like, whew, what a hottie!

Rustica: You always have such stylish boots on, Cain. Your feet must be quite accustomed to them from how easily you move around. …Ahaha, why, it’s almost like they’re craving a dance to celebrate your birthday. We couldn’t possibly keep them waiting. Your hand, please.

Figaro: You enjoy working out a lot, don’t you, Cain? Well then, for your birthday, I’d like to give you a foot massage to relieve all the tension in those muscles. Although, for some reason, Leno never lets me try it on him.

Rutile: Fwah~... Gimme five, Mister Cain! We must’ve really outdone ourselves last night with the drinking. Although, how did we end up outside in the courtyard bushes? …You don’t remember either? Well, who cares? We had fun and that's all that matters!

Lennox: Happy birthday, Cain. I’ve gotten used to greeting you with a handshake every morning. Since we’re always up early to train, this ritual has become the start of my day.

Mitile: Happy birthday, Mister Cain. Your swordsmanship is already so cool, but I also really admire how you’re always striving to become better and better. It inspires me to work harder, too… That’s something you like about me? Ehehe…

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[Log-in story] A Sepulcrum Of Woeful Sacrifices ②

Appearing characters: Mitile, Cain, Owen

Mitile: I wanted to go on the catacomb mission too…

Mitile: Nii-sama and Riquet must be so scared right now.

Cain: Aw, you don’t have to worry about them. They have two black magic experts on their side, so I’m sure it’ll be fine.

Cain: Not to mention Lord White is there too, so let’s believe that they’ll get back safely.

Cain: We’ll have to shower them with lots of praise when everyone returns.

Owen: Hey, look what I have here.

Mitile: Woah!? 

Cain: Agh!

Owen: Ahaha, how lame.

Owen: That was utterly pathetic, Sir Knight. Shouldn’t you have taken out that prized sword of yours and chopped this snake to pieces?

Cain: Don’t scare us like that, Owen!

Mitile: Yeah, that was mean!

Owen: Mean? What a terrible assumption. I wasn’t trying to be mean. I simply wanted to lift the gloom off your faces.

Cain: Huh. Who would’ve thought you were as soft-hearted as Figaro.

Owen: Who said anything about Figaro?

Cain: He tried to do something similar this morning.

Mitile: Oh, I heard about that! You’re talking about the scary story he told Mister Heathcliff and Mister Chloe, right?

Mitile: They were also worried about the people on the mission, so Doctor Figaro wanted to cheer them up.

Owen: Don’t lump me in with the likes of him.

Owen: That so-called “doctor” is only pretending to be a good person. In reality, he loves tormenting poor, innocent souls.

Owen: I’m different, though. From the deepest depths of my heart, I truly want to erase your sorrows.

Owen: That’s why you should tell me—what is it that makes you tremble with fear the most?

Owen: I’ll make sure to terrorize you with it so greatly, you’ll forget all about your worries.

Cain: Did you really think that kind of pitch would work?

Mitile: You said it—

Mitile: (...Then again, if I don’t answer him, he might do something even worse to me.)

Mitile: (In that case…)

Mitile: Umm, actually I’m terrified of corn soup!

Owen: Are you now?

Owen: Ahaha, did you think you could fool me with a lie as blatant as that?

Owen: You’re naughtier than you look.

Mitile: I-I’m not lying! I had a really scary dream about it last night.

Mitile: When the soup was brought out for dinner, instead of lumps of corn, the bowl was filled with squirming eyeballs!

Cain: Blech, that does sound creepy. I’m not sure I could stomach the sight of soup now either.

Owen: …Oh? You mean something like this?

Mitile: Eek, it's the evil soup!

Mitile: (It’s even scarier than I imagined…)

Cain: Where did you even get that from?!

Cain: Wait, didn’t Nero stock up on corn soup earlier?

Owen: I wonder. Perhaps I made some myself out of the goodness of my heart.

Owen: Wouldn’t you like to try it, Mitile? I prepared this for you, after all.

Mitile: Um, I…

Cain: I can taste it first.

Cain: There’s no way these eyeballs are real. I bet they’re just candy or something. Isn’t that right, Owen?

Owen: Heh.

Owen: Why don’t you test that theory for yourself?

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[Log-in story] A Sepulcrum Of Woeful Sacrifices ①

Appearing characters: Chloe, Heathcliff, Figaro

Chloe: Hey, Heath, did you hear about the current mission Rustica and a couple of the others are on?

Heathcliff: Yes, Rutile and Riquet are there, too. It seems they’re purifying some sort of catacomb.

Chloe: About that… Lord White told me those catacombs have been known to make dark magic go completely haywire.

Chloe: Doesn’t that sound scary? I wanted to tag along in case I could help somehow, but Mithra wouldn’t allow it.

Heathcliff: Considering how much he knows about curses, he probably has a good reason.

Heathcliff: That said, I understand your point of view too. I hope everyone stays safe…

Figaro: It’ll be fine. I’m sure Lord White and Faust will be able to get everyone home in one piece.

Heathcliff: Hello, Doctor Figaro.

Chloe: Good morning, Figaro. Are you here for breakfast?

Figaro: Yep, but before that…

Figaro: Would the two of you like to hear one of my super special ghost stories?

Chloe & Heathcliff: Huh?

Heathcliff: Where did that come from…?

Figaro: As a doctor, I’m prescribing a little distraction for your worries.

Figaro: Seeing the two of you twiddling your thumbs over whether or not the others will get home safe really pangs my heart, you know?

Chloe: Aw, Figaro, you’re too kind!

Heathcliff: Thank you for looking out for us.

Figaro: But of course.

Figaro: Now then, get ready for a tale so spine-tingling it’ll make those catacombs seem like a daycare.

Chloe & Heathcliff: (Scary…)

Figaro: Ahem. …Our story begins with a man walking down a deserted road.

Figaro: Creaking open the door to his house, he began to descend the staircase to his room.

Figaro: However, no matter how many steps he took, the stairs felt endless, continuing on and on, and the door to his room remained out of sight.

Chloe & Heathcliff: …

Figaro: Then, as soon as he thought he could see the end of the staircase, splash! He felt something cold beneath his feet.

Figaro: Looking down, he saw that he was standing in a black swamp, and from within its murky depths, a woman’s ghostly hand was reaching out to grab him!

Chloe: Wah!

Heathcliff: S-S-So what happened next!?

Figaro: Who can say? Not a soul ever saw that man ever again.

Figaro: So? Did I leave a chill down your spine?

Heathcliff: Y-Yes, very much so.

Chloe: But it was also super fun!

Heathcliff: …Ahaha, you don’t seem phased at all.

Chloe: Really? Oh, but don’t you think the scene where he’s going down the staircase could be even scarier?

Chloe: For example, we could have balls of fire suddenly appear like fwoosh and fwaaah!

Heathcliff: Huh? You want to make the story even scarier?

Chloe: Yeah! We could totally get an even bigger reaction out of people!

Heathcliff: I-I mean, you’re right…

Heathcliff: Oh, I wonder if those balls of fire you mentioned earlier are the manifestation of some sort of resentment towards that man.

Heathcliff: Maybe the woman in the swamp holds a grudge against him too!?

Chloe: Oh, that’s pretty spooky!

Chloe: I’m getting chills already! The more terrifying the story, the more interesting it’ll be!

Figaro: (...Well, this is an unexpected turn of events.)

Figaro: (I thought I’d have those two shaking in their boots by now.)

Heathcliff: What if the woman is—

Chloe: Then along the way—

Figaro: (Ahaha, well I suppose I did distract them from their worries in the end. No harm, no foul, right?)

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[Event] A Sepulcrum Of Woeful Sacrifices

Twitter announcement | Bluesky announcement

An ancient forbidden ceremony so malignant, it is said to be capable of bringing even the great Oz down to his knees. The manor has received a new mission requesting the purification of certain catacombs. Upon catching wind of this, Mithra showed uncharacteristic willingness to lead it. Could this be the prelude to something more sinister...? A desecrated casket. A withered corpse. A gruesome blight threatening to befall this world. Mithra laughs in the face of it all. — This is what real power looks like.

The event “A Sepulcrum Of Woeful Sacrifices” will be held from 18:00 (JST) on August 3rd (Sunday)! This event will feature White, Rustica and Mithra as gacha SSRs.

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Event gacha

[SSR] You'll Be Safe In My Arms - Rustica

[SSR] Love That Sprouted From Grief - White

[SSR] A Defiant Smirk In The Face Of A Corruptive Curse - Mithra

[SR] A Disciple's Prayer - Riquet

[R] Wary Of The Creeping Hands - Arthur

Event reward

[SR] Shaking Hands And Making Up - Rutile (low-tier)

[SR] Trusting The Guidepost - Shylock (high-tier)

[R] Taking Everything Into Consideration - Faust

Log-in stories

Log-in story 1: Chloe, Heathcliff, Figaro

Log-in story 2: Mitile, Cain, Owen

Log-in story 3: Snow, Murr

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[Log-in story] Sonatina Of Fleeting Frivolity Bound By Leashes ③

Appearing characters: Faust, Lennox

Faust: Hehe, your fur is so warm.

Faust: Are you enjoying your nap in the sun? Today’s weather is perfect for that.

Lennox: Good morning, Lord Faust.

Faust: Good morning to you, too.

Lennox: I haven’t seen this cat around before.

Faust: It’s been a while since its showed up but it’s still very friendly.

Lennox: Cats seem to enjoy being in your presence.

Lennox: You make them feel safe in your hands.

Faust: You think so? They’re quite emotionally independent creatures. Faust: This one’s just being particularly affectionate today.

Lennox: Is that so?

Faust: Mhm.

Faust: One day it’ll be asking for pets and the next it won’t even bother looking in your direction. That’s just how cats are.

Faust: They’re true to their feelings and aren’t afraid to let you know how they feel. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from it...

Lennox: I see…

Lennox: …Hey, what’s wrong?

Lennox: It’s suddenly staring at me like I have food but…

Lennox: I’m sorry, little one, I don’t have anything for you.

Faust: This is a cat’s hunting stance.

Faust: I believe it’s fixated on the leaf that’s stuck to your arm.

Lennox: Oh…

Lennox: I was fixing the fence in the forest earlier, so that makes sense.

Faust & Lennox: …Whoa!

Lennox: …Ack, my stomach.

Faust: Hehe, you just got bapped. Even I heard it.

Lennox: It sure did…

Lennox: …And it’s gone.

Faust: Told you.

Lennox: Couldn’t be more different from dogs.

Faust: They’re different animals, after all.

Lennox: The shepherd dog I used to keep would be by my side from dawn until dusk…

Lennox: In comparison, cats are very free-spirited and come and go wherever and whenever they want.

Lennox: Both are great companions.

Faust: Mhm. That’s one thing cat and dog people can agree on.

Faust: …Hmm?

Lennox: What’s up, you guys?

Faust: Did you feed them yet?

Lennox: Yes, just a while ago…

Faust & Lennox: …

Faust & Lennox: Do they…

Lennox: Want to be included in the conversation?

Sheepies: Baaa–!

Faust: Haha, I think so.

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[Log-in story] Waiters For A Day (coly cafe!)

Appearing characters: Snow, White, Faust, Shylock

Snow: Good day. May I take your order?

White: Yes, I’ll have the “Special Snow Churros”, please. …Make those two, actually.

Snow: You want two portions?

White: Of course. I won’t be eating them alone, after all…

White: I was hoping you would join me, Mr. Waiter.

Snow: Oh, my! Well, how can I possibly refuse?

White: Snow, my dear!

Snow: White, my dear!

Faust: …Are we interrupting something?

Shylock: Is this a new game of make-believe you’ve come up with? I have to admit, with the two of you in that form, it feels like we’re seeing something we shouldn’t.

White: Why, hello, you two.

Snow: We were just playing waiters!

Faust: Waiters? Didn’t we do that the last time we turned the manor into a cafe?

Shylock: I remember that event. It was a joint effort between us teachers. Am I correct to assume you’re reviewing the basics?

White: Indeed we are. However, we were in our younger forms last time.

White: Our charms were oh-so irresistible that our dear patrons were practically throwing themselves at our feet.

White: This time around, though, we’ve decided to change things a little and provide a more special adult service.

Faust: I doubt our cafe needs this kind of… fanservice. Isn’t serving food enough?

Shylock: Though people come for the food and drinks, the waiters are an undeniable part of the experience.

Shylock: And introducing a new gimmick will make their time feel that much more special.

Faust: I… suppose?

Snow: You said it best, Shylock. That’s a barkeep for you!

White: Besides, we want our patrons to fawn over us the same way they did over you.

Snow: Oh, how electric it must feel to be pined after like that!

Shylock: If you ask me, you’re charming no matter which form you take.

Snow: Much obliged! Alright, then, let us get back to work.

White: Shylock, Faust. Please, take a seat.

Snow: And allow us to spoil you rotten!

Faust: Fine, fine, just let go of me.

Shylock: Hmm, I could use a light snack. I trust you’re offering those?

White: But of course!

Snow: We recommend the canele!

Shylock: And do you have anything savoury?

White: Anything you want!

Faust: Then, I’ll have a galette, please.

Snow: Unfortunately, we don’t have that in the menu.

Faust: Then what do you have?

White: Salads and soups, risotto-like dishes.

Faust: Just give me anything, then.

Shylock: And make sure the drinks pair well.

Snow: You got it!

White: I hope you’ll enjoy your stay.

Snow & White: Welcome to our cafe!

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[Log-in story] Sonatina Of Fleeting Frivolity Bound By Leashes ②

Appearing characters: Chloe, Bradley, Oz

Chloe: Bradley, give it back! You can’t eat it!

Bradley: If ya want it that badly then come an’ take it.

Oz: <Vox Nox>

Bradley & Chloe: !

Bradley: You! …Where’d the blasted thing go?

Bradley: An’ leave yer nose outta people’s business!

Oz: I merely returned what you took from Chloe.

Oz: …

Oz: Is that… a fledgeling?

Chloe: Thank you so much, Oz!

Chloe: This little birdie is… Oh, wait, maybe I should just give it a name. Let's see, you're all round, white and fluffy like snow so I’ll call you…

Chloe: Snowy!

Oz: …

Oz: Snowy…?

Bradley: Don’ bother givin’ it a name if ya know it’s gonna end up in the oven.

Chloe: I won’t let you eat Snowy! I’m taking it back to its parents.

Oz: What is the issue?

Chloe: Oh, right! I totally forgot to fill you in, Lord Oz.

Chloe: I was taking a stroll in the forest when I found Snowy lying limply on the ground.

Chloe: It’s doing better now since I patched it up, but I’m still a little worried about letting Snowy fly back on its own…

Chloe: So I thought I’d ask Shino to help look for its nest but he’s away on a mission right now…

Bradley: But, thankfully, I was passin’ by with just the advice he needs.

Bradley: An’ that’s to make some fried chicken outta it. We can’t let a nice, plump birdie go to waste like that. It’s got delicious written all over it.

Chloe: A~bsolu~tely not?!

Oz: …

Chloe: …Would you eat Snowy, Lord Oz?

Oz: Yes.

Chloe: Nooo….!

Bradley: Yer askin’ the wrong wizards to sympathise with potential dinner.

Chloe: Wait, Snowy! Where are you going!?

Bradley: Well, look who flew over to me on their own. Winner, winner, chicken dinner!

Bradley: …Gotta say, though, yer pretty cute up close. Like a lil’ snowball.

Bradley: Yep, that’s a Snowy if I’ve ever seen one.

Chloe: …!

Chloe: No way! You think so, too?!

Chloe: Wait… Pause. You look so good with Snowy on your shoulder right now!

Chloe: The marriage between Snowy’s cuteness, and your hot and sexy vibes is literally art!

Chloe: It’s giving fated rendezvous between an elegant princess and her fearsome bandit hailing from the North!

Bradley: Ya heard him, my lady.

Oz: …

Oz: Do you not want that bird back, Chloe?

Chloe: Oh, no, it’s all good, Lord Oz!

Chloe: …I was making a fuss earlier, but it looks like I jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Chloe: If Bradley really was that hungry, he would’ve eaten Snowy up without sparing me a glance.

Chloe: But he didn’t, and he seems to have taken a liking to Snowy, so all’s well that ends well!

Bradley: Glad we’re on the same page. Now, if ya will excuse me, Snowy and I have some “hot” business to get to.

Bradley: And ya better not butt in, got that?

Chloe: Eek~! So suave!

Oz: Do not let him fool you.

Oz: It won’t be long before that fledgling meets the fire.

Chloe: …What?

Bradley: Haha, did I forget to say our date’s gonna be in the kitchen?

Chloe: …Ah!

Chloe: Lord Oz, you were right! Please take Snowy back to where he came from! Please!

Oz: As you wish.

Oz: <Vox Nox>

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[Log-in story] Sonatina Of Fleeting Frivolity Bound By Leashes ①

Appearing characters: White, Arthur, Nero

White: Oh, what a good boy you are!

Arthur: Hey, buddy, do you mind if I pet you?

Nero: What’s this dog doin’ here?

White: It looks just like the real thing, doesn’t it?

White: However, ‘tis not a dog, but a little fledgeling we transformed into one.

Nero: I… see? …Why, though?

White: I was passing by the courtyard when I saw Arthur practicing his transformation magic.

White: So as the exemplary elder that I am, I decided to show him a few know-hows.

Arthur: Around halfway, Lord White proposed we take a break.

Arthur: And, according to him, there’s no better way to relax than petting something fluffy.

Nero: If it works, it works, I s’ppose.

Nero: Great work on the coat, though.

Nero: I wouldda never guessed that was a bird if ya hadn’t told me.

White: Hohoho, this is nothing for someone with as much experience as me.

White: Say, would you like to join us and play with it, too?

Nero: …Me?

Arthur: Surprisingly, it knows a few tricks. For example, if I throw this stick…

Arthur: Catch!

Nero: Ooh, it can fetch things. Pretty cool.

Arthur: Ahaha, right?

Arthur: Who’s a good boy? You are!

White: Hohoho, look at that tail wag!

White: Let me try.

White: …Fetch!

White: Good, good! Oh, you’re simply the cutest little pup, aren’t you?

Nero: …What’cha lookin’ at me for?

Arthur: I think it wants you to throw the stick.

White: Just look at those big round eyes!

Nero: Err… Sure, that much I can do.

Nero: …Go, fetch!

Arthur: It came back so fast!

White: Now, tell him he’s a good boy!

White: And put your all into it. Everyone loves being showered with praise.

Nero: …

Nero: Aight… Um…

Nero: Good job, lil’ guy.

Arthur & White: …

Arthur: That…

White: Was a bit underwhelming. It’s different from when you’re praising the kiddos.

White: You truly are honest to a fault, aren’t you? 

Nero: Haha, you could say that…

Nero: Well, I am a chef, ya know.

Nero: I ain’t exactly used to servin’ dogs.

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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: White, Arthur, Nero

Log-in story 2: Chloe, Bradley, Oz

Log-in story 3: Faust, Lennox

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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!