Light filtered through frost-laced leaves high above, slipping between branches and scattering pale gold across the wooden floor of the tree house. The cold still lingered, but it was gentler than the night before—the kind that settled into the bones without biting, like a reminder rather than a threat.

  Akitsu Shouga sat upright near the window, back resting against the living wall. His knees were drawn slightly inward, arms loose at his sides. His eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, watching the forest beyond the glass. He had not slept much. When he closed his eyes, the silence felt too heavy—when he opened them, the forest breathed slowly, leaves shifting, branches creaking faintly, as if matching his own measured rhythm.

  On the floor, Kael Ardent slept sprawled awkwardly atop a thin blanket, one leg bent at an uncomfortable angle, one arm flung over his face. His breathing was deep and steady—unguarded in a way only exhaustion allowed. His katana lay beside him, sheathed, angled just right to be drawn without fully waking.

  Vale moved quietly near the small cooking space, careful not to disturb either of them. She poured water into a simple wooden kettle and set it to warm over a faintly glowing rune-stone. Steam began to curl upward, thin and soft.

  Then—

  Knock. Knock.

  Vale froze mid-step.

  Her ears twitched sharply.

  “…That early?” she whispered to herself.

  Akitsu’s eyes opened fully, sharp despite the fatigue, but he didn’t move. His hand rested loosely near his knee—not reaching for Rosary, but not far from it either.

  Kael snorted softly and rolled onto his side, mumbling something incoherent before going still again.

  Knock. Knock.

  Vale swallowed, wiped her hands on her sleeves, and walked to the door. She hesitated only a moment before sliding it open.

  Standing outside was the village chief.

  Tall. Broad-shouldered. His presence seemed to weigh down the air itself. He wore layered robes of white and deep green, embroidered with subtle root-like patterns. His long silver hair was tied back loosely, strands falling free around a face carved by centuries. His eyes—sharp, ancient, endlessly watchful—softened the moment they landed on her.

  “Vale,” he said, voice low.

  She barely had time to react before he stepped forward and wrapped her in a firm embrace.

  “You’re alive,” he murmured, holding her tightly. “Unharmed.”

  Vale laughed weakly, arms wrapping around him in return. “Father, I—yes. I’m fine. Really.”

  His relief was genuine—but fleeting.

  His gaze slid past her shoulder.

  And landed on Akitsu Shouga.

  The chief stiffened.

  Inside the room, Kael shifted slightly at the sound of raised voices.

  The chief’s composure shattered instantly.

  “Why—” he choked, pointing inside with a sharp motion, “why is he here?!”

  Vale spun around immediately. “Wait—Father, please, listen—!”

  “That human—!”

  “I let them stay,” Vale said quickly, stepping between them. “Both of them.”

  The chief froze mid-step.

  “…Explain,” he said tightly, jaw clenched.

  Vale exhaled, then stepped aside and gestured inward. “Please. Just—come in.”

  Reluctantly, the chief crossed the threshold.

  The moment his eyes landed on Kael sleeping on the floor, his steps faltered.

  “…Another human?” he muttered, disbelief thick in his voice. “I thought there was only one staying.”

  Akitsu rose smoothly to his feet and inclined his head slightly—respectful, restrained.

  “Good morning.”

  The chief’s eye twitched.

  Vale hurried fully between them now. “Father, please. Let me explain everything. From the beginning.”

  She spoke slowly and carefully.

  About the chase.

  The archers.

  The tree house.

  How they had taken shelter.

  How Akitsu had fought—not as an invader, but as a shield.

  She spoke of the duel only in broad strokes, respectful and restrained, omitting things she could not explain and details she did not fully understand herself.

  Akitsu listened in silence, eyes lowered, allowing her words to stand.

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  As she spoke, the chief’s expression shifted constantly—anger tightening his brow, doubt narrowing his eyes, disbelief stiffening his posture… until, finally, something quieter settled in his gaze.

  “…You let them stay here?” he asked Vale.

  “Yes,” she replied firmly. “They were injured. Hunted. And they protected me.”

  The chief exhaled slowly, the breath long and heavy. “You always did have a dangerous sense of mercy.”

  Vale smiled faintly. “I learned it from you.”

  That earned a short, reluctant snort.

  The chief turned his attention fully to Akitsu. He straightened, shoulders squaring, voice taking on a formal tone.

  “I am Eldran Thalos Soryn,” he said. “Chief of Soren Village. Guardian of its roots and blood.”

  Akitsu bowed slightly. “Akitsu Shouga. I’m currently a wanted criminal.”

  “…It’s no surprise you’re here,” Eldran muttered under his breath.

  At that moment, Kael groaned and pushed himself upright, rubbing his eyes.

  “…Why is it so loud?”

  He blinked once.

  Twice.

  Then froze completely.

  “…Why is there a giant elf staring at me?”

  Eldran’s brows furrowed sharply. “Who is the boy?”

  “I thought you were the only human staying,” Eldran said, eyes never leaving Kael as he addressed Akitsu.

  Akitsu glanced at Kael. His expression remained neutral.

  “…This is your grandson.”

  The room went silent.

  “…What?” Eldran whispered.

  Akitsu continued evenly, “Kael Ardent. Former hero of the kingdom. Declared a heretic alongside me.”

  Eldran stared.

  Then at Vale.

  Then back at Kael.

  “…Grandson?” he breathed.

  Vale inhaled deeply. “…Father… Kael is my son.”

  The chief’s knees nearly buckled.

  “You—” He pointed at Vale, disbelief overtaking him. “You had a child?!”

  Kael raised a hand awkwardly. “…Hi?”

  Eldran rushed forward and grabbed Kael by the shoulders, eyes wide and searching.

  “You’re real,” he said breathlessly. “You’re actually real!”

  Kael panicked instantly. “I—uh—sir—personal space—!”

  Eldran pulled him into a crushing embrace.

  “I wanted a grandchild for centuries!” Eldran exclaimed, voice breaking with joy. “Centuries! And you were just—out there—being hunted by humans?!”

  Kael blinked, utterly stunned. “You’re… excited?”

  Eldran pulled back, eyes shining. “Excited?! I’m ecstatic!”

  Vale covered her mouth, laughing softly through tears.

  Akitsu stared at the scene.

  “…I didn’t expect that reaction,” he admitted quietly.

  Eldran wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. “My daughter never showed interest in companionship. I thought my bloodline would end with her!”

  Vale muttered, cheeks faintly pink, “That’s not exactly true…”

  Kael scratched the back of his head. “…So, uh… Grandpa?”

  Eldran beamed. “Say it again.”

  “…Grandpa?”

  Eldran laughed—a deep, booming sound that filled the tree house and sent dust drifting from the beams.

  “Yes! Yes, that sounds perfect!”

  He turned sharply toward Akitsu.

  “You.”

  Akitsu stiffened slightly, meeting his gaze.

  “…Thank you,” Eldran said gruffly. “For keeping him alive.”

  Akitsu nodded once. “He did most of it himself.”

  Kael shrugged. “I mostly just stab things.”

  Vale sighed fondly.

  Not long after, they sat together—steam rising from wooden cups, tea warming chilled fingers as morning light grew brighter. Eldran listened intently as Kael spoke of the academy, of battles fought and fled from, of running and surviving.

  “…You’re safe here,” Eldran said firmly at last. “For now.”

  Akitsu turned his gaze toward the window. “We’ll leave in a few days.”

  Eldran nodded slowly. “…I know.”

  Vale’s ears drooped slightly. “Still… I’m glad we have this moment.”

  Kael smiled. “Me too.”

  From behind Akitsu’s sleeve, Ayaka peeked out timidly and gave a small wave.

  Eldran stared. “…is that the girl that was with you yesterday?”

  Akitsu sighed softly.

  "yes, she's my daughter.”

  For the first time in days, the room felt warm.