Animula Choragi 14: J'en Ai Marre

Animula Choragi 14: J'en Ai Marre

Divine Revelation at Théâtre de l'Ondine

There have been many stage productions of Les Misérables that I have reviewed in my time as a critic, including the run at Théâtre du Châtelet that ran from 2000-2003. I was looking forward to the Théâtre de l'Ondine, though after their last two productions, my hopes were tempered by realism. I was not prepared for the incredible performances. Despite casting nearly all amateurs or near-unknowns, the Théâtre de l'Ondine has brought together a simply incredible cast, who all delivered excellent performances. 

The stand out, however, is unquestionably Furina de Fontaine, playing Fantine. I have heard many renditions of I Dreamed a Dream, but Mlle. Furina’s performance moved me to my very soul. She brought a passion and tragedy to the role of Fantine that I do not think shall ever be surpassed. 

Indeed, I am not the only one to think so. The Hydro Archon themselves, while they may not have made themselves public, recognized Furina’s performance by bequeathing her with a Hydro Vision. Truly, her star is only going to rise. 

There are few productions, especially of old favorites, that I attend more than once. However, I have already purchased tickets to next weekend’s showing at the Théâtre de l'Ondine, and I am not alone. This is truly a production that anyone who considers themself an aficionado of the theater cannot afford to miss. Indeed, if one sees only a single play in their lifetime, this is the one to do it with. 

★★★★★ out of five. 

A.E. for Le Parisien

Furina lowered the newspaper, feeling slightly faint. She was at a cafe with Yennifer for lunch, having just finished her third performance on Sunday evening. None had been as dramatic as the first, no further Visions had been distributed, but they’d had a sold out theater each time. 

“They’re all like that,” Yennifer told her. “Every paper I’ve looked at is singing your praises. You made national news, in fact.”

“I, I remember the interview. They showed up at the theater on Saturday,” Furina said, still rather overwhelmed by it all. 

One would think you’re used to it, my dear. You were the darling of Fontaine for centuries after all. 

No, Focalors the Hydro Archon was the one they celebrated. I’m just Furina. They were already applauding me even before I received a Vision. 

Well, you are the Hydro Archon, after all. And there is a purpose to all this, but we’ll discuss it later. For now, enjoy your breakfast. Even if it is past noon. 

Oh don’t start on that. I work late, sleeping until noon is perfectly reasonable. 

No judgment, dear. I do recall waking from sleep as being absolutely dreadful, even as an oceanid. I have a feeling I’d be keeping poet’s hours myself, dancing through the night, and going to bed with the dawn. 

Even as she talked with her mother, Furina continued the conversation with Yennifer. It was growing increasingly easy to split her mind. She even felt a mortal’s ambition, somewhere far over the horizon, and a bit of her power go out to them in acknowledgement. That happened several times a day, and Furina made sure to compose a poem for each one. 

Some may fight with swords 

But for you the pen you wield

You wield the power of lords

And raise the humble high

A priest and king in name you are

But a servant’s heart you bear

Let your Justice be done! 

Noble Son of Waters Fair

She felt an echo as she granted the Vision, like a distant peal of Thunder. Furina shied away from it, and the Lightning did not pursue her. Was that Beelzebul, in distant Japan? Perhaps that was where the Vision had gone. 

Focusing back on Yennifer, Furina said, “Do I really have to register as a cape? I know nothing about fighting and have very little desire to learn. Even if, um…the apartment…sorry…”

“That was a tad frustrating, especially since Charlotte did nearly the same thing and destroyed our old refrigerator,” Yennifer sighed. “Fortunately, I already had insurance that covered Vision accidents, so it’s fine. But yes, you do need to register as a cape, it’s the law. And the last thing we need is the government on your back.”

“I suppose. It was the same in Fontaine,” Furina sighed, taking a sip of her latte. “I don’t suppose they’d try to call me up in an emergency…I haven’t even learned to use my powers for anything useful yet.”

“There’s a lot to learn, frankly I can’t do much more than create water. Though I do have to ask, how did you turn that water into wine?”

Furina went pale at the question, her mind going momentarily blank. How had she done that?

By your Authority over all Water, as well as being the mistress of the river of Time. Wine is but another form of water, and you can easily accelerate fermentation to be instantaneous. You could have easily turned the water to any life-giving substance, be it oil, syrup, or medicine. Poison, however, is impossible for you. And don’t try to tell me a little wine is poisonous. Drink in moderation enlivens the spirit. 

“I, um, I’m not entirely certain,” Furina said carefully. She didn’t want to lie, lying in general was bad, but especially to Yennifer it felt vile. She also didn’t want to reveal everything. Well, she did, but she knew it was a bad idea. “I was quite inebriated at the time, and I honestly don’t recall what I was even thinking at the time. It just…sort of happened, like magic.”

Yennifer nodded and seemed to accept that, which was quite a relief. “Well, let’s just hope the government doesn’t catch wind of it. Your fellow actors seem to think it was more stage magic than Vision Magic. Or worse, religious nutcases. Archonism is gaining followers fast.”

“Archonism?” Furina asked, though she thought she had a fairly good guess as to what it meant. 

“That the Archons are gods, old or new, come to save humanity in our hour of need. Honestly, I think they’re more than half right, though I choose to believe they were sent by Christ as angels to save us.”

Hmm, well, I’d have more of an opinion if I had the faintest idea why or how we ended up here. I suppose this Jesus is an alright sort, so I don’t mind you being called his messenger. 

Maybe we should go to mass sometime with Yennifer. She’d probably like that.

Ugh, if you must go praise that irksome wind sprite. Always trying to one-up me in my stage productions in Egeria’s court with his little ditties. 

That’s why you don’t like Barbatos? Because he competed with you as a director and composer?

I never said I didn’t enjoy his work, just that I find his personality annoying. He has no sense of true Justice! Always valuing personal freedoms over the need for an orderly society. 

There is a balance there, I think. Though I did hear about him interfering in Germany’s judicial system. That is going too far. 

“It’s an interesting theory, at least. I wish I knew why I ended up here,” Furina admitted as they stood from their lunch. “Thanks for taking the afternoon off to help me.”

“It’s not a problem, I’ll be in court next week, but I’ve finished discovery and there isn’t much else to do for my pending cases,” Yennifer said. 

Furina nodded. The judicial system here was very odd. In Fontaine, trials took only a few hours for the most important cases, and some took only seconds for the Oratrice to render a verdict. The system they had here seemed horribly inefficient.

They lack divine Justice. This is the best they could do. One of the many things you will have to rectify.

Before or after I figure out how to save the world from destruction?

Why my dear, I do rather think the Oratrice is part of the solution, don’t you?

Furina pondered that as they boarded the bus. What had the Oratrice been? Well, it had been a way to generate Indemnitium, which had provided power to the people of Fontaine and bettered their lives. That was a noble goal, but…what did that have to do with her current predicament? 

For now, you must be patient. You are coming into your powers, and you have much to learn about using them yet. When the time comes, I will reveal all to you. For now, to truly play the role you have been cast in, it is best if you know not. 

That was something Furina could live with, at least for now. As it was, she was still trying to figure her life out. 

They arrived at the École Militaire, which was bustling with various government functionaries. Furina clutched her purse as they walked up the steps, until Yennifer touched her arm to steady her. “It will be alright. It’s just registration.”

“Yes, of course,” Furina said, but she gripped Yennifer’s arm and took strength from it until they had to enter the building. 

“Purpose of- oh. It’s you,” the secretary said, examining Furina, along with the Vision she wore as a broach on her dress. It was an old sun dress of Yennifer’s, blue with white embroidery. Formal, but not overly so. Yennifer was dressed in a navy blue pantsuit, her Hydro Vision pinned to the lapel. 

“Yes, I, am, I was told that one needed to register here, when granted a Vision?” Furina said timidly. 

“Yes, yes, well, I’m glad we didn’t have to hunt you down. You’re in all the papers,” the secretary said, nodding to a folded-up newspaper that showed Furina receiving her Vision on the front page. She winced slightly at that. 

“Yes…Lord Focalors does seem to have a tendency towards the dramatic,” she said, blushing slightly. 

Her mother guffawed in the back of her head. Odd how that had gone from disconcerting to comforting in such a short time. 

“Um, today’s date?” Furina said, glancing at the top of the form. She had such a hard time remembering this new system. 

“It’s the 9th of May, 2005,” Yennifer supplied, and Furina hastily wrote down 9/5/2005, remembering the proper way to order the date. 

The rest of it she filled out easily enough, along with providing her original birth certificate and French Passport for him to make copies of. 

“Hmm, good, we just need your inventory of abilities,” the secretary said. “We’ll schedule that now.”

“Abilities? Can’t you just put Hydro Vision Holder?” Furina asked, slightly baffled. She wasn’t totally familiar with the Maison Gardiennage’s policies in that regard, but for the most part they just put down that someone was a Vision Holder as far as she knew. 

“We don’t even know what those do yet, and the law requires that each parahuman or vision holder go through a testing battery,” the secretary informed her. “You’ll be required to come in on the 25th of May at 2pm. Do not use your powers publicly until then.”

“Um, I may have…accidentally flooded our flat,” Furina admitted, biting her lip and glancing at Yennifer. 

The secretary gave her a sour look. “Great. That’s an incident report. Did you damage someone else’s property? You could be arrested.”

“We’ve already reached an agreement with the landlord, and we have Vision Holder insurance for just such things. She flooded an apartment. No worse than if she’d accidentally left the bathtub running and forgotten it,” Yennifer said firmly. 

“We still need an incident report,” the secretary said stubbornly, pulling out a large form. “The government will then decide if it wishes to press charges.”

“I will fill it out,” Yennifer said, extending her hand. 

“One of our officers will, I’ll summon them now.”

“Then I will be present. I’m Furina’s lawyer,” Yennifer said, producing her card. 

The secretary rolled his eyes, but handed over the form to Yennifer. A few minutes later, a uniformed officer and a cape with a costume that looked like a mime appeared, with a black beret, white face, and a black and white striped shirt. 

“Could you be any more stereotypical,” Yennifer muttered, making a face. 

“You will come with us,” the officer said, while the mime was silent. Their cape name turned out to be Pantomime, which was rather humorous. 

However…Furina could sense something festering inside of Pantomine. It was some sort of vile darkness, the same that threatened to consume the entire world. It felt like a leech, a parasite, a crawling worm that hard embedded itself upon the man’s soul and was feasting upon it. 

Yes. It’s a spawn of the False Sustainer. A demon of some sort. I do believe all Parahumans have one, though this is the first we’ve encountered directly. 

Why didn’t Yennifer have one? She’s a parahuman. 

Not quite. Her demon was banished by Barbatos, the hole in her soul healed by taking some of the things powers and giving it to her. She’s no longer quite human, frankly, though she is still mortal. Her demon was small and weak by the scar tissue. Focus, you can sense it. 

Furina did, and indeed, when she more closely examined Yennifer’s soul, she detected the remains of a similar parasite to the one that infected Pantomime. Still, his was fresh and festering, and Furina regarded it with horror. 

Don’t touch it yet. Let me study it more closely. There should be a way to judge these. Their Sin is obvious, but we can’t quite reveal you just yet, and openly judging one of these would do just that. I’ll find a way to do it without pointing back to you, however. We cannot let our people suffer like this. 

Yes, please hurry. I can tell that it’s poisoning poor Jacque’s soul, twisting his dreams and ambitions in a sick desire for foul knowledge. We have to do something!

“Describe the nature of the crime,” the officer said once they were in a small private room. 

“There was no crime,” Yennifer said firmly, even as Furina quailed. “It was a plumbing mishap. Nothing more.”

“I, I just flooded the bathtub!” Furina said, feeling panic set in. She willed herself not to show it, but she felt horrible. A crime, her!? She would never!

“Property damage,” the officer said, writing something down. 

“Covered by insurance! There was no crime!” Yennifer snapped. 

“Willful misuse of vision holder powers to damage property. What was the assessed value?” the officer demanded as Pantomime sat there, arms crossed, stone faced. 

“Under 10,000 francs! And it’s already been resolved and covered by my insurance!” Yennifer snapped. 

“...thousands of francs worth of damage. That’s a délit, not a simple contravention. That could be a prison sentence.”

“What?! That’s outrageous! It’s Unjust!” Yennifer shouted, standing with her hands on the table, her Vision glowing brightly. Furina’s began to glow as well, outrage swelling within her

Pantomime suddenly was on his feet as well, and a barrier of pure kinetic energy formed between them, before he created an invisible force sword as well. 

“We’re not even threatening you! This is entrapment!” Yennifer shouted, her voice muffled thanks to the wall. 

“There are ways to prevent the charges,” the officer said, laying the paperwork down. “You can agree to join the Mousquetaires and agree to serve the government as a cape.”

“B-but, my career! I’ve just started!” Furina said, but her panic was rapidly fleeing, replaced by growing outrage. She was now having to play the role of a flustered girl, but she was increasingly certain that Justice was going to need to be administered here. 

“We’ll see you in court,” Yennifer said coldly, taking Furina’s arm. “Come. We have nothing more to say here.”

Another barrier appeared before the door, locking them in. Furina almost reached for her own powers, but paused. 

Yennifer stretched her hand to the side, and her Favonian Blade appeared there. Water rushed and roared, and armor composed of hydro energy appeared around her. She slowly turned, Pantomime’s eyes now wide, the officer standing and pressing himself back against the wall. 

“I am a Knight of Justice. Do you dare use the law as a bludgeon against the one I am sworn to protect?”

The room itself was heavy with moisture now, Yennifer’s eyes glowing a deep blue, her hair having come loose and whipping about her as though tossed by waves. 

“I, we…” the officer trailed off, then swallowed. “Let them go. We have the paperwork. That was all we were told to collect.”

The barrier around the door faded, and Yennifer motioned for Furina to open it. She did so, hastily stepping through, then holding the door for Yennifer, who pointed her blade at her foes as she backed through the door, clad in watery armor. Once she was out, the door slammed shut, yanked from Furina’s grasp. 

Sighing, Yennifer lowered her blade, which vanished to mist, along with her armor. “Well. That didn’t go as well as I’d hoped.”

“You were amazing!” Furina gushed, gripping Yennifer’s arm and feeling a giddy sense of relief. “So heroic and beautiful! Like my knight in shining armor out of legend and myth!” 

“We’re not out of the woods yet,” Yennifer said, blushing slightly, but hooking her arm through Furina’s. “Come. We need to depart. Stay close to me.”

There was little danger of that as Furina clung tightly to Yennifer all the way back to their apartment, which was mostly dried out now, though there were still fans going to get the last of the moisture out. There, both collapsed onto the couch, which was already smelling musty and would need to be replaced. That first paycheck couldn’t come soon enough.

“Will…will they really arrest me?” Furina asked quietly. 

“They might. They do this with my clients. A parahuman or Vision Holder wants to go about their life, not become a cape. They commit some minor violation, sometimes something as simple as a traffic violation. It gets trumped up, and they’re forced to join the Mousquetaires or pay a horrendously expensive fine, or even face imprisonment.”

“But that’s an outrageous Injustice!” Furina cried, and she could feel her power and Authority flare to life. Focalors was a presence in the back of her head, but her disgust at this miscarriage of Justice mirrored Furina’s own.

“It is. Which is why I’ve dedicated so much of my life until now fighting against it,” Yennifer said, drawing Furina into a hug. “I won’t let them take you, I promise. I swore to protect you, with all my heart, and it’s a promise I will keep. Forever.”

There was a distant tolling of a bell, and Furina shuddered as she felt power within her surge. 

Not yet, not yet. But that promise is recognized, and recorded. One day, it will be realized. 

“Thank you,” Furina whispered, closing her eyes and squeezing Yennifer back tightly. She felt that same warmth filling her, felt Yennifer’s strong arms about her, her hot breath on Furina’s neck, and-

The door banged open and Furina and Yennifer sprang apart. 

“We’re back!” Charlotte said excitedly, storming in carrying her camera equipment along with Barbara, who was hauling a green screen and a mic. Both girls were sweating and grinning broadly, and Furina just knew they’d cooked up some scheme. 

“It’s time for your weekly upload!” Barbara told Furina as she began setting up the screen. 

“My weekly upload?” Furina asked, baffled and more than a little disappointed that the embrace hadn’t lasted longer. Perhaps forever. 

“Yeah, we- wait. What were you two doing?” Charlotte asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. 

“I, we…” Furina swallowed. “They’re going to try to arrest me.”

“WHAT?!” Both girls dropped their equipment and goggled at Furina, who quickly explained the situation.

“That is completely WRONG!” Barbara huffed. She picked up a microphone and clutched it. “We need to do something! I will call Mère, of course, but Charlotte, we need to do an expose on this!”

“You’re suggesting a story now?” Charlotte asked, clearly surprised. 

“Yes! We have to expose what sort of outrage the government is perpetrating! This is wrong, Charlotte! And we have to fight against it! We can all make videos about it!” Barbara declared. 

As she did so, Furina felt a tugging. Her mind was aligning with Barbara’s, both of them angered at this gross Injustice, and determined to right it. 

No, not yet. She needs a proper audience when she receives hers. But as you saw, she’s a candidate. This moment, where her Ambition shines bright, shall earn her a Vision. But we’ll pick a much more appropriate time to give it to her. 

Really? Just like that? That feels a bit…well, like cheating.

My dear, when you play the game of Fate against Heaven itself, there is no cheating. Only winning, and losing. And I dare say we want this one on our side. 

“That just means we have to make this video with Furina! At the end, you can put in a plea about your apartment, and how the government is oppressing your rights! That way, the Truth will get out! Barbara and I will work on a full news story to break it! We can interview Yennifer and everything!” Charlotte declared. 

“I…I like that plan,” Furina said, standing. “Right! Hmm, what song should I sing though?” 

“What about J'en Ai Marre, by Alizée? It’s fitting, and I’ve always liked her music,” Yennifer commented. 

Furina nodded. “I’m Fed Up? Yes, I most certainly am! Now, what to wear?”

“I have the perfect little black dress,” Yennifer said. “Come on, let’s get you changed.”

The dress in question turned out to be scandalously short, with a skirt that didn’t even come to Furina’s mid thigh, and a bust line that had to be slightly padded to keep the dress from just falling off. The ensemble was complimented by black nylons that were just barely see-through, making them all the more risque than simple bare legs. Still, it was rather daring to wear, especially since Furina would be dancing for Yennifer especially. She also got a black ribbon to put in her hair, which she used her spell to grow out. 

“Back to the natural blue?” Yennifer asked, nodding admiringly. 

“Yes, and I’m taking the contacts out,” Furina said, plucking them from her eye. “I’ve a Vision now, so my elemental attunement won’t be that surprising.”

After watching a music video of J'en Ai Marre twice, Furina had it down. She practiced the dance and song through twice more, then had Barbara and Charlotte do her makeup. Then she performed her heart out, and at the end, turned to the camera to make an impassioned plea.

“As you can see, I’ve been granted a Divine gift,” Furina said, holding up her false Vision. That was true, of course, from a certain point of view. “Unfortunately, the French Government wishes to imprison me! I accidentally flooded my dear friend Yennifer’s apartment, whom I have been staying with since I arrived here in Paris. Now, not only do we need to cover the cost of much of the repairs even with insurance, but because I used my abilities, I could be locked away! Please, if you can, write or call the French government to protest their Unjust treatment of Parahumans and Vision Holders alike!” 

Charlotte and Barbara suddenly hopped in frame, posing with Furina, who automatically put her hands on both their shoulders. “And of course, if you wish to support Furina’s efforts to rebuild her apartment, come see us at the Théâtre de l'Ondine, at 7pm Thursday and Friday, and 6pm and 9pm on Saturday and Sunday!” Barbara said, waving excitedly. 

“Check back every week for new videos, featuring your favorite rising star and her friends!” Charlotte said, then waved at the camera. “Thanks for watching! À bientôt!”

“Au revoir!” all three women said, waving and grinning. 

“And cut,” Yennifer said, pressing stop on the camera. “Well, that was simply incredible. Better than even the original I’d say.”

“I hope people watch it,” Furina sighed. “How many even saw my first couple of videos?”

“Oh, about 1.2 million, when I checked this morning,” Charlotte said casually. 

Furina blinked. “Did…did you say…million?”

“Yeah, that’s the video of you singing Billie Jean!” Barbra said excitedly. “The one of you getting your Vision is already at 900k though, and will surely surpass it!” 

“But…that’s so many people!” Furina said, feeling a bit dizzy.

“Nahida Saeed shared it on her page, so it’s gotten really popular,” Charlotte explained. “You’re an online video star!” 

“Well, then maybe this will make a difference. I was just hoping for a few hundred people to see it,” Furina said, still slightly discombobulated. Over a million people? That was one fifth the population of Fontaine! How many people were in France?

Some 60 million souls, actually. This world has far more people than Teyvat. Which is rather interesting, as it means there’s far more potential for power from faith. The videos have given you a significant boost in power, actually. 

Just from seeing me dance online? Goodness, that is a shock!

Well, keep it up. These girls may be quite silly, but they're doing more good than you might think.

Barbara promised to post the video after editing it, and she and Charlotte stormed off, all a twitter of what they would do. 

“Don’t forget the party tonight! It's 6pm at Wanmin restaurant!” Furina called. 

“We’ll be there!” Barbara promised before they vanished. 

When they were gone, Furina looked down at herself and blushed slightly. “Do…do you think I should change?”

“Heavens no. You look dead sexy in that,” Yennifer said, and Furina blushed heavily at her words as Yennifer very obviously admired her. She felt herself moving closer to Yennifer, drawn towards her like-

“Meow!” 

They both started, then looked down at Diane, who was reaching her claws for Furina’s leg. 

“Oh don’t you dare ruin my good nylons,” Yennifer said, and scooped up the kitten. “Is someone hungry?”

“Mrrrow!” Diane said, and nibbled at Yennifer’s finger. 

They ended up feeding the kitten, then playing with her until it was time to go. Diane seemed very disappointed to be left at home, but she’d used her littler box like a good girl, and was left with some toys on her cat tree to play with. 

The party itself was wonderful, with incredible food by Chef Mao and Ling. Ling had painted three figures onto the restaurant wall, consisting of Julie, Furina, and Barbara as their characters from the play, only they were also serving chinese dishes. 

“Wow, you two look great, hot date tonight?” Ling teased as Furina and Yennifer arrived. 

“Uh, no, just, ah, making another online video,” Yennifer said, withdrawing her arm from Furina’s. 

“Well, I’m glad you two found one another! Poor Yen’s needed a girlfriend for ages!” Ling said, then skipped off, humming to herself as other members of the cast arrived. 

Furina almost said “we’re not dating,” but decided against it. It would be too much effort to explain, and besides, it was a good cover. 

At the end of the night, Furina stayed extra late to help clean up, fulfilling her old job of dishwasher, and trying not to get Yennfier’s dress dirty. 

“We’ll miss you, but you’re always welcome back at Wanmin Restaurant," Chef Mao told Furina as they cleaned. 

“Well, I might need the job again! Who knows what gig I’ll have after this run finishes, or when that will even be?” Furina said. “Assuming I don’t get arrested, of course.”

“For what, being too pretty?” Ling laughed. 

“No…” Furina explained as she worked, and when she finished, Chef Mao and Ling were as angry as she was. 

“Ugh, this government is so corrupt! First they demand bribes from us, now you! Is there anywhere in this world where monsters don’t run free? We should fight back!” Ling declared. 

“No, we need to keep our head down. Hope it’s just a fine, and that Furina can scrounge up the money,” Chef Mao said with a shake of his head. 

“No, we need to change the system!” Julie argued, sticking her head in the kitchen from where she was cleaning up the tables. “It’s not right that my country treats its citizens like this! We need to start a political action group!” 

“That sounds like trouble,” Mao said, but Ling raised a dish wand high.

“Yes! We’ll give it our all! They ran us out of China, but they won’t run us out of France! We unite, and then attack!” Ling decreed. 

“Together as one! We fight for Justice!” Furina said, raising her own wand high. Julie even scrambled into the kitchen and raised her broom up to match them. 

“The true musketeers!” Julie said, a grin on her face. “We just need our d'Artagnan!”

“That’s Yennifer, she’s certain to help,” Furina said, though Yennifer had gone home a bit early as she was going to do research for Furina’s case in the morning. 

“Well, I suppose you’ll need someone to bail you out. Now back to work, I don’t want to be here all night,” Mao harumphed. 

Arms deep in dirty dishes, Furina felt her spirits soar. This was going to be her Justice. To fight against corruption and unfair rule, to fight for the rights and liberty of all humanity. They could do this! 

Elsewhere, in Paris, the Iron Mask received the report on Furina, and her latest Dailymotion Video. 

“So, you think a little fame will let you escape me?” the Iron Mask seethed. “Well, I have you now. I will have Order. France is mine, and no other’s!” 

And so, the stage was set. Our heroes had their purpose, our villain, his scheme. 

And, unbeknownst to our heroine, a brave knight to win her hand and heart. 

Let the world come alive! Act II of Animula Choragi begins!