Vitkus Twins

Chapter Three

Aldona and Azuloas giggled as they walked to the park with Dvesma, they would be starting the Academy in a month’s time. Dvesma had almost forgotten about her kidnapping in the past month, even with Sinzia denying the man who did had any ties to their village. So, there wasn’t anything the Paslėpta liepsna could do about it, but at the same time Sinzia couldn’t make any demands.

Both Limhongia and Sinzia’s relations were tense, both countries were keeping an eye on each other, while Sashan and Losrusern had denied entrance for anyone from Apsauga or Kareivis of that village until the tension had passed.

Azuloas wouldn’t be surprised if Markuss didn’t trust anyone from Losrusern around Dvesma for years to come. Aldona didn’t think she would trust anyone from there for the rest of her life, even if she knew it wasn’t fair to blame the actions of one man on an entire village. It didn’t stop the mistrust from setting in.

Ever since Markuss had smugly told the council that Aldona and Azuloas Vitkus were underneath the Spoku-Acs clan’s protection, the number of mobs chasing the two had decreased to almost non-existent.

It didn’t stop people from glaring at then, but Azuloas and Aldona found that they were easily ignored. Nor did it stop shop keepers from banning or throwing them out of their stores, not that it matter in the end. Anyuta was an angel that visited their apartment at least once a week with training supplies, food and precooked meals.

Both Azuloas and Aldona were graceful to gave Anyuta, Dainis and Markuss in their lives. Dainis and Markuss had allowed them to join in Dvesma’s and Karlis’ basic training, in turn, Azuloas and Aldona had taught the two some of their trap making skills and tips on how to make their steps silent.

When Karlis’ birthday had arrived, both twins had given him the same thing that they had given Dvesma. Karlis told them that it had helped him stay at the top of his class in the Academy, given his last name and grades meant he had to deal with fangirls.

Karlis had once came home, put his hands on Aldona’s and Dvesma’s shoulder, making them both swear to the High Lady and Lord that they would never, never, put a boy above their own studies and training. That they would worry more about their training and skills, then their appearance as one girl in his class did.

Someone named Rozamaria, Aldona and Dvesma had swore to do so. But made him promise that he would allow them to meet Rozamaria and that he would befriend her as well. Having someone to train with would help both improve, along with breaking any habits that Karlis might develop if he only trained with Dvesma, Aldona and Azuloas.

When they arrived at the park, Azuloas ran off to the swings. While Aldona and Dvesma made their way to the sand pit, the swing would help Azuloas burn off some of his midday energy and he didn’t want to accidently hurt anyone.

It also gave him time to think about how much had changed since he and Aldona were three, when all they had was each other and some Apsauga members for company. Where they knew how long each bruise would heal, missing a meal wasn’t uncommon if one of their favourite Apsauga members were sent on long missions and their replacement couldn’t be bothered getting them anything.

Now they had Dvesma and Karlis, they had Dainis, Markuss and Anyuta as well as Grandpa. He knew it wasn’t a lot of people, but it was more then they had three years ago and that would always make him smile.

Before he could move to maybe joining Dvesma and Aldona in the sand pit or hanging upset down in the monkey bars. Something touched the back of his neck, making him jump off the swings to look behind him.

A small creature was sitting on the swing, their scales were half white, and half black scales and it didn’t look like they had any wings. Their right eye was blue, and their left eye was green, almost like him and his sister in the one set of eyes.

Remembering the pictures that Dainis had showed them, Azuloas knew the creature was a baby dragon. But what was a baby dragon going in the middle of the park, or as villagers would call it ‘Demon Park’.

“Hello,” Azuloas slowly greeted, looking at Dvesma and Aldona were they were looking at the sand pile between them.

‘Hello,’ they said black, their voice was slightly higher than Dvesma’s, but a little lower than Aldona’s when Azuloas tried to pinpoint their pitch. He didn’t know that dragons could talk, but he guessed that Dainis didn’t know that.

Markuss had told them that the Pūķis-Dziedātājs Clan were rather secretive about their bloodline and what it could do. Afterwards, Markuss admitted that the Spoku-Acs Clan was the same, along with almost all the major and minor clans he could think of.

Anyuta had told them the same thing when she was going over the Major and Minor Clan’s in Sashan.

“You talk?” Azuloas asked them, feeling silly that all he was doing was staring at the dragon happily curling her tail around swing’s base.

‘Of course,’ they told him. ‘I’m Hyacintha, I’m one of two girls in my hatchling group.’

“Sorry, you’re the first dragon I’ve met,” Azuloas told her, she had scared him enough to make him jump off the swing. So, he didn’t know if she was friendly or not, one wrong move and he could end a ball of fire. “Are you looking for someone? Sorry, I’m Azuloas Vitkus.”

‘I’m looking for my master,’ Hyacintha told him.

“You’re master?” Azuloas had no idea what was going on, and he was getting a slight headache from overthinking. Besides, Azuloas thought to himself, if she’s looking for her master, then why was she behind me?

‘Dragon’s chose their masters,’ she told him unwrapping her tail as she flew near him, her tail around his wrist, before gently puffing her breath into his blond hair. ‘And I chose you, Azuloas.’

Azuloas didn’t know why Hyacintha had picked him, but he did think the whole thing was odd and he was sure it would revel itself. It usually did. “Want to play on the monkey bars?”

‘Sure.’

Aldona looked at her brother, blinking when she saw something black and white wrapped around his torso. He was hanging upside down on the monkey bars, but the creature was keeping his shirt where it was.

She wished she could see what it was, but she knew it was living as she watched it moved slightly. At same time, she didn’t want to know. If anyone asked, she would have plausible deniability if this turned into anything sinister.

So, she stuck to her motto of ‘don’t want to know, don’t ask’. She turned back to the sandcastle that she and Dvesma were making. They were in the middle of carefully digging out a moat around it, so that armies couldn’t break into it.

“Aldona, maybe Azuloas would like to join us?” Dvesma asked Aldona as she wiped sand off the palms of her hands. Aldona just looked at her brother again, he seemed happy sitting on the bars talking to whatever it was wrapped around his torso.

She should be more worried then she was, but Azuloas wasn’t screaming. So, he was fine.

“Azu looks happy,” Aldona told her, Dvesma looked at the blond male before nodding her head, Azuloas’ smile was getting bigger as he spoke.

‘Hello?’ a soft voice asked from behind her.

“Dvesma, please tell me you heard that,” Aldona asked her friend, she didn’t think she was going to lose her mind. But if Dvesma didn’t hear that, then she might well be on her mind into going crazy and being locked away.

“No, but Aldona, there’s something behind you,” Dvesma told her, her eyes were wide, and her mouth was dropping as she looked behind Aldona.

Aldona blinked at her expression before turning her head, she was pretty sure her face copied Dvesma’s when she saw what was casually sitting on the wooden board of the sand pit. A dragon, and they barely stood out from the sand. Dark violet eyes stared at her, never moving and they hadn’t blinked once.

“Are you lost?” Aldona asked, she looked around in case someone was missing their partner and didn’t want to enter the demon’s playground.

‘No mistress,’ they told her, continuing to stare at her. Aldona patted her shoulders one by one to make sure she didn’t grow another head. ‘I was looking for you.’

“Aren’t you blunt, Dvesma, you heard, that right?” Aldona asked she was either hearing things or a dragon was talking to her. Only the Pūķis-Dziedātājs could hear dragon’s talk, it was part of their bloodline. At least, that’s what Aldona had gathered from what she read about the clan’s and village’s history.

Again, she’d hope Dvesma heard it. If she didn’t, then Aldona feared she might be put into a mental clinic for the rest of her life. Heaven’s forbid, most of the village wanted to get her into one or get her imprisoned for the rest of her.

Why? For being born at the wrong point of history.

“I didn’t hear another, Aldona, I’m sorry,” Dvesma told her.

“If you can’t hear them, you can’t hear them,” Aldona told her, even through she felt like panicking and she cried when she panicked.

‘Mistress, only a few can hear me,’ they told her.

“Aldona Vitkus,” Aldona told them, while holding out her arm. Blinking as the dragon curled around her torso, their head resting on her shoulder. It was a pure habit to give people her hand when she told them her name, that she didn’t even think about it.

‘Melanthe,’ they told her. ‘I’m one of two girls in my hatchling group. My twins with the male over there.’

“Only we could get twin dragons,” Aldona told her.

“Huh?” Dvesma asked.

“Her names Melanthe, her twins playing with Azuloas,” Aldona told Dvesma, all Dvesma could do was looking at her friend. Dvesma thought that only the Pūķis-Dziedātājs clan could understand what dragons were saying.

Her Mum was friends with the clan head, Dvesma had spoken to the woman’s son more than once in the past two years. Weren’t they the only ones who could do it? And if Aldona could understand Melanthe, did that mean that Azuloas could understand what her twin was saying?

Before Dvesma could ask Aldona more questions, she spotted Bellerophon running into the park with wide eyes and quick breathes. He looked at her before looking at Aldona and Azuloas, more so, the dragons around their torso’s. Cassiopeia wasn’t too far behind her son, through when she looked up her expression turned into something more amused.

“Good work, Bellerophon,” Cassiopeia whispered to her son as he and Bucky just looked at the playground, Bellerophon quickly holding her hand and looking at the nearly empty playground in front of him.

“What’s going on?” Aldona asked Dvesma as she looked at the two, the woman had a dragon tattoo curled around her arm. The male had a dragon also wrapped around his torso, its pale brown head resting against his shoulder like Melanthe.

“We need to talk to her,” Dvesma told her getting out of the sand pit and holding out her hand for Aldona to take. “Lady Cassiopeia is the head of the Pūķis-Dziedātājs Clan.”

“The dragon clan,” Aldona whispered before waving Azuloas over, it wouldn’t do to shout anything with Lady Pūķis-Dziedātājs nearby.

Dvesma stopped in front of Cassiopeia before curtsy, Aldona and Azuloas standing behind her before Aldona followed her lead and Azuloas bowed.

“Lady Pūķis-Dziedātājs,” Dvesma greeted, Azuloas and Aldona echoing her words soon afterwards.

“Lady Dvesma,” Bellerophon said.

“Lord Bellerophon,” Dvesma said, before nudging Aldona gently with her elbow, getting both her and Azuloas to echo her words.

“Lady Dvesma, I’m glad your well,” Cassiopeia told her, looking at Aldona and Azuloas who were standing behind her like little guards. “Lady Dvesma, you seem to have gained two guards and you haven’t told me their names.”

“Aldona Vitkus,” Aldona greeted.

“Azuloas Vitkus,” Azuloas told her.

“Did you two know that those hatchlings are from the Pūķis-Dziedātājs gardens?” Cassiopeia asked them.

“No Lady Pūķis-Dziedātājs,” Aldona told her as Azuloas looked at her with wide eyes, before looking at Aldona. Melanthe was tightening her grip on Aldona’s torso and she wouldn’t be surprised if Melanthe’s twin was doing the same. “Melanthe came up to Dvesma and I in the sandpit, she stared at her for a while.”

“Hyacintha came up to me on the swing,” Azuloas admitted looking at Lady Cassiopeia’s shoulder, like Dvesma and Aldona were doing.

“Bucky followed me around the Pūķis-Dziedātājs gardens,” Bellerophon told them.

“How do you know their names?” Cassiopeia asked them, putting a hand on Bellerophon’s shoulder, if they got the answer right. Then the two hatchlings had found their partners’ and if they didn’t… Cassiopeia didn’t want to think about it.

“She told me,” the twins told her in unison and Cassiopeia looked at them, before taking her hand from Bellerophon’s shoulder. Throwing her head back and laughing, neither Bellerophon nor Dvesma could see what was funny, while Aldona and Azuloas was looking at her like she had grown another head speaking another language.

“Mum?” Bellerophon asked her.

“Lady Pūķis-Dziedātājs?” Dvesma asked.

“What’s going on?” Aldona and Azuloas asked.

“Come on you three,” Cassiopeia told them after she had calmed down, picking Bellerophon up and looking at the other three. Dvesma looked at her friends before walking over Lady Pūķis-Dziedātājs and being picking up and held on the same arm as Bellerophon.

Aldona and Azuloas looked at each other, before letting Cassiopeia pick them up. Aldona was sure that Pūķis-Dziedātājs clan didn’t want to fight with the Spoku-Acs Clan.

“Come kiddies,” Cassiopeia continued, grinning as she jumped onto the nearest tree. Her grin turning wild as Aldona and Bellerophon tightened their grip on her neck. Dvesma and Azuloas tightening their grip on the person next to them. “Let’s go scare the Paslėpta liepsna!”

- Paslėpta liepsna-

Heikkinen was able to get more time to himself, ever since Aldona reminded him about the shadow clones. In fact, he was looking at the village wondering if he could take a walk to get something to eat instead of asking one of the Apsauga to get it for him.

Before he could make up his mind, a blur entered through the window. Why can’t the Apsauga, Kareivis or Sekti, more so Clan heads, use the door and not the window! He swore that Apsauga teachers taught their students that just too annoy him!

Windows weren’t meant to be used to enter an ally’s building!

“Because it’s more fun!” Aldona and Azuloas told him, causing Heikkinen to pause and look at the group that entered his building through the window. The last time someone brought Aldona in like this, it was because Dvesma had almost been kidnapped.

Dvesma and Bellerophon looked at him as well, now they were going to think it was okay to enter the Paslėpta liepsna’s building through the window. Heikkinen didn’t know why Cassiopeia was there but waving his hands to one his guards to stand next to his desk. He was going to have to get Markuss, as they were under the Spoku-Acs clan’s protection, he was required to be there for any complaint.

“Cassiopeia give me a moment,” Heikkinen told her, before whispered to the Apsauga member to get Markuss and Dainis.

“Paslėpta liepsna,” Cassiopeia said before looking at her son, setting the children onto the ground, she knew that Dvesma and Bellerophon most likely shouldn’t be in the room as they spoke about Aldona and Azuloas. “Bellerophon, Dvesma why don’t you two wait for Lord Spoku-Acs?”

“Yes Mum,” Bellerophon told her, he knew an order when he heard one. Just because it wasn’t worded like an order, didn’t make it a request, he knew he still needed to follow it. “Come on Dvesma, we can tell him what happened together.”

Once the two left the room, Heikkinen looked at the Pūķis-Dziedātājs’ Clan head. He then looked at the twins’, spotting the two dragons wrapped around their torsos. Their heads resting on the twin’s shoulders.

Yes, he knew once upon a time both Azuloas and Aldona had been forced to steal when they were younger, and it broke his heart to think about. But he didn’t think they did that anymore, nor did he think they’d steal from the Pūķis-Dziedātājs’ clans garden.

“Azuloas and Aldona Vitkus are now under the Pūķis-Dziedātājs Clan’s protection,” Cassiopeia told him, grinning as she remembered what happened when Markuss told the council that the two were Spoku-Acs’ Clan protection. It made her want to declare the same thing, right there and then, just to see a few more merchant heads and civilians faint. “As well as the Spoku-Acs Clan.”

Heikkinen just stared at her, jumping slightly when Markuss and Dainis jumped through the window, Aldona and Azuloas giggling at his reaction.

“Paslėpta liepsna,” Markuss and Dainis greeted.

“Dainis, why don’t you take Dvesma and Bellerophon to park?” Heikkinen asked, Dainis looked at Aldona and Azuloas before nodding his head.

“Of course, Paslėpta liepsna,” Dainis told him, before nodding his head in Cassiopeia’s direction, leaving the room. Where they could hear Dvesma greet her uncle, Bellerophon’s voice slowly chiming in.

“I assume you know?” Heikkinen asked Markuss.

“Šuniukų told me and Dainis what happened,” Markuss told him, there would another council meeting and according to Cassiopeia’s grin, more fainting council members. Maybe this one meeting it one that Markuss could look forward for.

“Council’s not going to like this,” Heikkinen muttered to himself.

“Grandpa,” Azuloas said, he loved his grandfather. But he needed to grow a backbone, before being Paslėpta liepsna tore him apart. He was the Paslėpta liepsna, he was the one who made and passed laws, not the council! They were advisors, that’s what the first Paslėpta liepsna placed them to be, at least from what he read and Aldona had agreed that it matched up with her readings as well.

“Yes Azuloas?” Heikkinen asked.

“You’re the village’s leader? The Paslėpta liepsna?” he asked. He might be six, but even he and Aldona could see that being Paslėpta liepsna was making him thirty years older. If he and Aldona could see it, then why couldn’t the council?

“And you make and pass the laws?” Aldona sweetly asked. She could see what her brother was planning, if it worked, if they could give their grandpa a reminder. Then maybe, he could spend time with his own son and grandson, Aldona had lost count of the number of Paslėpta liepsna’s children or grandchild that became outlaws just to get their father’s or grandfather’s attentions.

But she was sure it would be worth it; in the end. Cassiopeia was grinning at the two, while Markuss kneeled to their height.

“Aldona? Azuloas?” Markus whispered to the two, both had innocent smiles on their face, before looking at each other and nodding.

Azuloas went to Markuss, while Aldona to Cassiopeia lightly pulling on her shirt. The two looked at each other and then at the Paslėpta liepsna. Heikkinen seemed to be staring out of one of his windows in deep thought.

The twins whispered their plain into Markuss and Cassiopeia’s ears. How they wanted to remind their grandfather that he was the leader of the village. He was Sashan’s Paslėpta liepsna, that the council was not set up for one side to have so much power in area’s that they didn’t understand.

That they would never understand being an Apsauga, Kareivis or Sekti wasn’t about saving a princess from danger nor was it about reward, fame or glory. That it was a life filled with regrets, blood and danger. It wasn’t something everyone would be able to handle, Aldona had read to many stories of suicide and mass murders caused by years of service.

Orphans and Clan children are more prepared for such risks, but civilian aren’t. They just don’t understand the darker side, unless they already have an Apsauga, Kareivis or Sekti member in their family and that wasn’t rare as it was during the first Paslėpta liepsna’s time.

“Of course,” Heikkinen said, he was the Paslėpta liepsna. Like his teacher and the Paslėpta liepsna’s before him. He was the one to make and pass laws. Apsauga, Kareivis or Sekti should vote in matters that concern them, civilians could vote in matter that affected their lives.

But in the end of the Paslėpta liepsna, him, had the final say.

“Paslėpta liepsna?” Markuss asked, both he and Cassiopeia stood up straight. Pushing Aldona and Azuloas behind their legs, something catching Cassiopeia’s eye. A mark, it looked like a tattoo and it had been hidden by Aldona’s thick blonde hair.

Even Azuloas’ hair had been long enough to hide his own matching mark.

“Yes, Lord Spoku-Acs?” Heikkinen asked Markuss.

“Are you okay?” Markuss asked.

“Just realizing something,” Heikkinen told him. “And remembered a few interesting pieces of paperwork lost in the stack.”

“There’s a mark on Aldona’s and Azuloas’ neck,” Cassiopeia stated.

“They weren’t there when Aldona helped Dvesma,” Markuss told her.

“So, they’ve gained it then,” Heikkinen told them, waving at the twins to seat in the two chairs in front of his desk.

“Gained what Grandpa?” Azuloas asked him sitting down, Heikkinen smiled at him sadly before taking out two books from his desk. There were seven in the building’s hidden library, it was one of reasons their mother never took a chance and always wore a swarf on missions.

The design was unique enough that it could only belong to either the Vikus or Kazlauskas family, a bloodline that went back to before the clan wars. The Kazlauskas had a similar bloodline, but Heikkinen was sure that it had something to do with elements and not bloodlines.

Heikkinen didn’t know much about theirs, seeing as most of their clan ended up in another village in another alliance deal. They were also more paranoid then than the Vitkus clan, never giving information for safe keeping.

“The Vitkus family blood limit,” Heikkinen told them, Aldona moving her hair so he could the black rose imprinted on her neck. Each stage something else was added, what they were, he didn’t know but it was in the only chapter he been allowed to read. The rest could only be read by something with Vitkus or Kazlauskas’ blood.

“The Vitkus clan have a blood limit?” Cassiopeia asked, she didn’t know that. Neither did Markuss by the look on his face, Cassiopeia the older Vitkus’ would want to keep this hidden away from everyone, even those who were their closet friends.

“Next you know,” Markuss said a small smile on his face. “Is that Mama Vitkus had a bloodline as well.”

“She did,” Cassiopeia told him, she had seen that woman’s blood limit with her own two eyes. Faster healing, larger chakra stores and an ability to pick up even the most complicated of seals with days or minutes. That and her chakra chains were a terror on the battlefield, but she had been told that the Kazlauskas clan had been the same.

All the old hidden mountain clans of Labia had been similar. Mama Vitkus had told her that without them, they would have died years ago, along with the Mountain Clans of the Guiros.

“Aldona and Azuloas are the only two in the village with both blood limits,” Heikkinen admitted.

“What is it?” Azuloas asked.

“It’s called Kraujo kopijuoklis,” Heikkinen told them.

“Blood copier?” Markuss asked.

“Like the Atspoguļo bloodline, it can copy,” Heikkinen admitted before passing the two books to their new owners. There were more, but those two were for beginners, those who’ve just woken their blood limit. “Only instead of techniques, it copies and store other blood limits.”

“Copies DNA then?” Cassiopeia asked before snorting, now she was glad that Dvesma and Bellerophon weren’t in the room. An innocent accident with Dvesma, a small drop of blood might end up with Aldona and Azuloas walking away with a new ability.

It was a wonder Vitkus clan members never became medic’s, Cassiopeia knew it would drive her nuts if that happened to her.

“There are stages, how many, I’m not sure,” Heikkinen continued, after he learnt about the Vitkus bloodline, he went back through the tower’s hidden storage room. He was glad that Vitkus weren’t like the Kazlauskas.

They had given a bunch of books to the second Paslėpta liepsna about their bloodlines, all of them sealed and only allowed the reader to read the first chapter before becoming blank. Even if said clan didn’t live in Limhongia, they were at least allies and could be semi-trusted.

“Stages,” Markuss said, he didn’t want the Paslėpta liepsna telling them anymore then that. If only for respect for their friends that could only look after their own children, that no longer walked among the living.

Aldona and Azuloas should be the ones to decide who gets to know about their bloodline.

“Aldona and Azuloas, the two books I gave you are about your bloodline,” Heikkinen explained, the twins nodding their heads. “But their only beginner guides, once you feel you understand them, I’ll you give the second one. Make sure you don’t tell anyone about it, this could make you two one of the biggest targets in Sashan.”

“Yes, Paslėpta liepsna,” Aldona and Azuloas said.

“Markuss, Cassiopeia, please keep an eye on them,” Heikkinen requested. “I know I haven’t been the best grandfather, but they’re still my grandchildren.”

“Yes, Paslėpta liepsna,” Markuss and Cassiopeia told him.

Cassiopeia looked at the two, her curiosity was going to drive her made if she didn’t ask. And she didn’t see any harm, it wasn’t like they had done this on purpose. Damn, Cassiopeia was just going to have to ask. “Now Aldona and Azuloas, have you helped or seen anyone from my clan bleeding before today?”

“Yes,” Azuloas answered, they had ran into an injured man about five days ago, they hadn’t known he was part of the Pūķis-Dziedātājs clan until a few minutes later. When Azuloas came back with an Apsauga member behind him.

The man had called him Kareivis Pūķis-Dziedātājs.

“When?” Cassiopeia asked.

“Five days ago, Dvesma mentioned some berries she wanted but didn’t have time to get,” Aldona admitted. “Azu helped me wrap our picnic basket around his ankle before going to get the nearest Apsauga member and then they had Azu help as he went to get the nearest medic.”

“You’re the ones who helped Achilles then,” Cassiopeia told them.

“We didn’t get his name, but we were told holding something tightly on the wound would slow on the bleeding,” Azuloas admitted. “And cause we always kept the picnic blanket clean, Anyuta is really nice. We didn’t want to take advantage of her.”

“What about Spoku-Acs?” Markuss asked them, he just wanted to know so that the didn’t start seeing through things without knowing the reason behind it. They were underneath his clan’s protection and it would make sense that had some point they would have gotten someone’s blood on them.

Cuts were common in their line of work, along with their training.

“No,” Azuloas and Aldona told him.

“After this, it’ll time for your, Dvesma and Karlis’ training,” Markuss told them, he was going to have to talk to Cassiopeia about them with the Pūķis-Dziedātājs Clan. “Then tomorrow, if Azuloas and Aldona want to, they can go to the Pūķis-Dziedātājs compound for training with Bellerophon?”

“That’ll stop them from over training at this age,” Cassiopeia agreed, one day training with Markuss and then her, afterwards, a daybreak to recover before starting again. “Azuloas and Aldona, we’ll need to talk about your training with Melanthe and Hyacintha. Bellerophon will be happy to have someone to train with him and Bucky. Andromeda sometimes stops by with her three and she’ll him something she’s learnt. Something that I don’t know, cheeky brat.”

“Okay,” Azuloas and Aldona told her, they guessed that Andromeda was the heiress to the Pūķis-Dziedātājs Clan and thus, someone they would have to play nice in the future. If they didn’t get along with her, if they did, then they wouldn’t have to play nice. They would be nice.

“Well, this meeting is over. Markuss, you can go and help them train,” Heikkinen told him, there was going to be paperwork. But he had Shadow Clones, so the stacks of paperwork stopped trying to touch the roof all the time.

He wouldn’t be surprised if those two picked up sealing like a fish to water, after all, they were related to two families who loved sealing to extreme levels. So much so, that their clans had almost been wiped off the map more than once, Heikkinen didn’t have to read a Vitkus memoir to know how many times other clans or other villages had tried to do so.