13:Don and Gilda

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A figure entered mama's room.

"How are you finding life here so far?" She said.

"Life here has been going great! T-The children here are so well behaved!" An anxious Sister Krone replied.

Mama chuckled, though it was dry. "That's great."

"You've been following orders like a good girl, I saw you attempting to break the ice and played tag with the children. Although you were a bit wild, it seems that everything went well." She spoke, turning

"But don't forget, you're just an insurance policy, someone I called in to protect the produce, nothing more. So there's no need for you to know which child knows the secret."

The secret...

Sister Krone Is just a pawn, nothing else.

Nothing

else.

All of a sudden, I was dragged somewhere.

The door opened and Sister Krone walked out, face covered in sweat and fear.

' Is mama... that scary?'

"You idiot! Why are you eavesdropping on Mama and Sister Krone's conversation?" Ray whispered.

I smiled, pushing Ray away. "Just curious!"

You're just an insurance policy.

Someone I called in to protect the produce, nothing more.


Y̵̡̬͖̠̋ͫ̌ͤ̚͞͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡'r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͜͜͝͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͟͢͡ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝n̸͐̈́͟͟͝, Y̵̡̬͖̠̋ͫ̌ͤ̚͞͞/N̵҉̾͟͞͡

A҉҉̦̣̤͔̟̩̋̿̏ͦ̈́̍͟͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝n̸͐̈́͟͟͝, ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͟͢͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͟͟͞͠͞ m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͟͢͡ o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡

Y̵̡̬͖̠̋ͫ̌ͤ̚͞͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡'r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ ǰ̸̶̭͓͓̀̈́͜͟ͅu̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡ p̷̸̷̨͙͙͇ͨ̌ͣ͋͟͢͠a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͟͟͞͠͞n̸͐̈́͟͟͝]

I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜ c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͜͜͝͡͝͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠'v҉̨̊͢͠͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ ǰ̸̶̭͓͓̀̈́͜͟ͅu̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡k҉̴̶̬͈̫̹͖̾̎ͭ́̍̐͜͜͝͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ I҉̡̯̺̜̅́͋̃͢͜s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠p̷̸̷̨͙͙͇ͨ̌ͣ͋͟͢͠ ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͟͢͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡ o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞]t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͟͟͞͠͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝ ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͟͢͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝

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