"......" Michalis didn't reply to Vasiliki, he simply waited patiently for her to reach the staircase, where he had meticulously set up ara trap.

  "If you don't want to ahat's fine, but I am requesting a truce," Vasiliki said, her voice ced with a hint of caution.

  'Don't know what else he might have set up in that small amount of time, better to be cautious,' Vasiliki thought, her keen eyes sing the area for any other potential surprises.

  Vasiliki had deduced that the situation had escated beyond a simple prank war.

  She o tread carefully if she wao make it out of this.

  "Hehehe, calling for a truow that you've gotten a taste of your own medie. Michalis, don't let her get off easy!" Vasileios yelled as he untangled himself from the tripwire, a mischievous grin pstered on his face.

  "Oh, so that's what's going on," Nikoos muttered, a bit slow in uanding the situation.

  "Fufufufu, how cute of you, Vasileios, but that's not why I'm calling for a truce. I keep going, but Draii seo wake you all up, and I'm pretty sure we've wasted a det amount of time pying around." Vasiliki replied, her tone ced with a hint of amusement.

  'Well, teically it's not pletely a lie, plus I might just get a free escape,' Vasiliki thought, a small smirk pying on her lips.

  "Sigh, I don't mind being pranked, but Vasiliki, you'll have to all this mess before leaving," Nikoos said, pointing at the wet floor.

  "I don't mind, but what about this?" Vasiliki replied, gesturing towards the bucket Michalis had spilled.

  "You started this mess; you fix it all up," Nikoos replied, turning to return to his room.

  "Oh, and if you refuse to up, Michalis and Vasileios will be the least of your worries," Nikoos added before entering his room, his voice carrying a subtle threat.

  "Tsk, you heard that, Michalis. We're having a truce," Vasiliki yelled to the hidden Michalis.

  They all khat Nikoos was mostly passive to most things, but when he was serious about something, he truly meant it.

  Suddenly, a figure dropped from the ceiling, startling both Vasileios and Vasiliki.

  They immediately rexed after realizing that it was just Michalis.

  ‘How did he eve up there’ Vasileios wondered.

  "Fine, but you better watch your back every day from now on," Michalis threatened, his eyes narrowed in a calg gaze.

  This was one of the few times he had somewhat won against Vasiliki, and he po milk it for all it was worth.

  "Ho, that's quite a bold statement ing from you," Vasiliki replied with a creepy smile, her eyes glinting with a mischievous gleam.

  'Michalis, stand yround, don't let her intimidate you,' Michalis enced himself, steeling his resolve.

  "Yeah, we're fed up with you bullying us. Get ready for some payback, and sleep with one eye open," Vasileios joined in, supp Michalis.

  This act boosted Michalis fidence, both he and Vasileios united against Vasiliki.

  "Ho, you too, huh. Well, this will be quite iing," Vasiliki muttered, her lips curling into a devious grin.

  Although Michalis, Vasileios, and Vasiliki were all ag like this, they didn't really mean each other harm.

  They all khat they would hardly have much time to prank each other, as they always reture and exhausted from the dungeon, having only a few hours to themselves before the day ended.

  None of them actually believed that anyone would actually waste their little free time setting up eborate pranks.

  But there was always a "what if" in any situation, so they had to remain cautious.

  'Two against one, I like those odds,' Vasiliki thought, a glint of excitement in her eyes.

  "By the way, where do you boys keep the mop?" Vasiliki asked, ging the topic smoothly.

  "......downstairs by the kit," Michalis replied, his voice ced with a hint of surprise.

  Their standoff had been quite intense, so he was not expeg such a light ge in topic.

  "Thank you," Vasiliki said, her voice chilling, as she turned and made her way towards the kit, leaving the two boys in a tense silence.

  As Vasiliki desded the stairs, she couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

  The challenge presented by Michalis and Vasileios had ignited a spark within her, and she couldn't wait to see what they had in store for her.

  ………………………………………………………………………………………………………

  Meanwhile, Michalis and Vasileios exged a wary gheir eyes filled with a mixture of determination and trepidation.

  They knew Vasiliki was a tough oppo, and the stakes were high.

  "Ah," Michalis suddenly excimed, his face paling.

  "What's wrong?" Vasileios asked in .

  "I fot to tell her about the..." Michalis didn't get to finish his words as a loud spsh echoed through the stairwell, cutting him off.

  The air became still, tense, and a bit chilly. All eyes turowards the source of the otion.

  "MICHALIS!!!" Vasiliki's furious bellow reverberated through the hallway, making the two boys flinch.

  Vasiliki's thunderous voice was like the crack of a whip, signaling the start of a battle of wits and ing.

  The stage was set, and she oised to go on a rampage.

  Michalis swallowed hard, his budding Adam's apple bobbing nervously.

  "I'm in big trouble," he muttered under his breath, casting a sidelong g Vasileios, who looked equally apprehensive.

  "What did you fet to tell her?" Vasileios whispered, his voice barely above a hushed murmur.

  Michalis opened his mouth to respond, but before he could utter a word, Vasiliki appeared at the top of the stairs, her eyes abze with fury.

  She asded the steps with the grad poise of a panther, her every movement exuding a dangerous sense of purpose.

  "You two better have a damn good expnation for this," she growled, her gaze cutting through them like a sharpened bde.

  Michalis and Vasileios exged a desperate look, scrambling to e up with a pusible excuse, but their minds were rag, and their tongues felt thid clumsy.

  ……………………………………………………………….

  Meanwhile, ba Bahamut's house, Cir, Eleni, and Dimitra were almost done preparing breakfast i.

  The early stages had been a bit of a disaster, but they had eventually found their rhythm, and the ter dishes were turning out quite well.

  "Shouldn't Vasiliki be back by now?" Dimitra asked, setting the table with a practiced hand.

  "Maybe she's having some trouble waking the boys up," Eleni replied, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.

  Cir fixed them both with a skeptical look. "Do you both really believe what you're saying?" she interjected, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

  Eleni and Dimitra exged a sheepish gnce before bursting into ughter.

  "No, of course not," they said in unison, the ers of their mouths twitg upwards in amusement.

  "We all know Vasiliki is probably terrorizing them as we speak," Cir said, a slight smirk pying on her lips.

  "True, I wonder who she got such a... forceful personality from," Eleni mused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.

  "Well, she was Grandma Rita's sed favorite, right after Draco," Dimitra replied, a wistful tone creeping into her voice.

  The mention of their te grandmother's name caused the room to fall silent, the air suddenly thick with a bittersweet nostalgia.

  Dimitra cleared her throat awkwardly. "Sorry about that," she apologized, her brow furrowed in .

  "Why are you apologizing?" Cir asked, her tole.

  "Well, I brought down the mood, isn't it natural that I apologize?" Dimitra replied, her shoulders slumping slightly.

  "Your still quite the serious one, aren't you?" Eleni said, a soft smile pying on her lips.

  "Hmm, how so?" Dimitra asked, her head tilting to the side.

  "We're the ones being overly sensitive, making it weird when you apologized for mentioning randmother. We alsht down the mood, so we should apologize tht?" Eleni expined.

  "Now that you say it out loud, it is a bit odd," Cir admitted, Dimitra a reassuring nod.

  "Sorry, Dimitra, fing down the mood too," Cir apologized, her voice sincere.

  "Sorry," Eleni echoed, the three girls sharing a warm, sisterly moment before dissolving into shared ughter.

  "Enough with the depressing topics," Eleni said, wiping a stray tear from the er of her eye.

  "Isn't it about time for someoo wake Draii and Bahamut-san up?" she asked.

  "True, Cir, why don't you go?" Dimitra suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye.

  "Why don't you go, Eleni?" Cir immediately tered, her cheeks flushing slightly.

  "Hoho, what's this? Is there something we should know?" Dimitra asked, her voice dripping with amusement.

  "Nothing," Cir replied a little too quickly, her hands instinctively moving to cover her fa embarrassment.

  "e on, tell us. We're all girls here anyway," Eleni urged, her curiosity piqued.

  Cir hesitated, her words ing out in a nervous stutter.

  "I... I might do something weird to him," she admitted, her face turning a deep shade of red.

  "Hohoho, weird things like what? A pe the cheek? Or perhaps a kiss on the lips?" Dimitra excimed, her voice rising with each suggestion.

  "Wait, don't tell me it's something even more than that!" she said.

  "Whoa, we always knew you were quite the naughty girl, but not this much," Eleni said, her eyes widening in surprise.

  "What have you done so far?" Dimitra pressed, her gaze fixed on Cir, eagerly awaiting the juicy details.

  "I...s…snif...ah, I 't say it after all," Cir's voice trailed off as a deep blush crept across her fabsp;

  She hesitated, clearly embarrassed to tinue.

  Eleni gave her a gentle nudge. "e on, Cir, how we help if we don't know what's wrong?" she coaxed, her eyes full of curiosity.

  Cir took a deep breath and blurted out, "I...I have only been sniffing his worn clothes." she said.

  "What!" Dimitra excimed in shock, her eyes widening.

  Eleni's frame dramatically colpsed onto a chair as she said, "Emotional damage."

  Cir covered her fapletely, her cheeks burning with mortification.

  Dimitra pohe situation, theantly asked, "Are you perhaps...i?"

  It hase that many demi-human females went through at a certain point in their lives.

  "Of course not, I'm only twelve years of age!" Cir quickly denied.

  "Oh, well, that's good then," Dimitra muttered in relief.

  "Why is that good?" Cir asked, fusion g her voice.

  "Well, it means we've narrowed it down to you just being...weird," Dimitra replied, a hint of amusement ione.

  "I shouldn't have said anything," Cir muttered to herself, wishing she could sink into the floor.

  Eleni straightened up and decred, "Anyway, now that we know this, we 't exactly let you meet our brother alone. We should all go together to wake him up." she suggested.

  Cir looked at the two sisters, a nervous expression on her fabsp;

  "I trust that my secret will remain safe amongst us," Cir asked, her voice tinged with a hint of pleading.

  "Oh, yeah it is safe, the st person we want knowing this is Vasiliki," Dimitra replied, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

  "True," Eleni agreed, nodding in solidarity.

  With that, the three girls decided to end their small talk.

  Leaving the kit, the three girls headed straight for Draco's room, unaware of the ued sight that awaited them.