Continue to dream.

Sigeberht looked upon his wife Carreen as she held their triplets in her arms. She was exhausted, though the birth was unnaturally easier than it would have been for most. There was pride in his eyes as he oversaw his work completed. To him, it was all another experiment. That doesn't mean he didn't smile when his eyes took in the view of the three beautiful baby girls.

"The augmentations were a success," he said plainly. "Not only did you survive, my love, but I can tell straight away that these are far from ordinary children. I've done it. Though I couldn't find a way to make it work on a living subject, to create brand new life... That was the key! Before they were even fetuses, and then after as well. Your body served as the perfect tank for these experiments to propagate. Do you know what this means?"

But she couldn't hear his words. She was too busy looking down at her children.

As they grew, it became apparent they didn't share the same colour of hair with either of their parents. Instead, it was all vacant white. All three girls were born with a uniquely high amount of mana and skill for spellcraft. Not only that, but they would eventually learn of more, including one specific trait that has led two of them to still live to this day. It's unknown if they're immortal or not, yet it's been centuries since their birth, and you just felt the still-living, warm kiss of Vivi upon your lips.

Time went on, and eventually, they all grew to appear as they still do to this day. Callisto ran down the castle halls with a sword in her hand, swinging wildly in the direction of a poor servant who was running for his life, or at least he felt as if he was. It was rather immature given her age, but she was a wild one.

"C-Careful with that thing, my lady! You'll hurt yourself!" he screams.

Callisto cackles wildly. "No I won't, silly. I'll hurt you!" Then with an extension of her free hand, she conjures an attack of vines beneath the fleeing man's feet. It causes him to trip and fall to the ground with a thud.

She catches up, but nearly runs into her father Sigeberht.

"Please don't **** our staff, daughter," he says. "It's so hard to come by those I can trust."

"All right, all right. I'll be gentle next time," she says with a grin.

Then down the hall comes the sound of bare feet against stone. Around the bend, Breiah appears wearing nothing but a towel which she holds tight against her otherwise naked figure. She looks around with anger in her eyes, and then her attention falls upon Callisto. "Where is Vivilia?" she asks harshly.

"Here~!" comes the voice of Vivi as she swings upon a door nearby. "Why are you looking for little old me?"

"You know why. Give me back my clothes. You took them from the bath."

She can't help but snicker, and Callisto does as well. Then with a clap of her hands, the towel vanishes.

Breiah jumps and looks down at her uncovered body. Though instead of covering up, she plants her hands on her hips and stares daggers at both of them. "If you don't return my clothes immediately, I'll--"

Sigeberht places his hand upon his poor daughter's shoulder. His spell doesn't bring a simple nightgown over her body. Instead, it conjures a beautiful red dress. "Be warm, child. And as for you, Vivilia, do not harm Breiah simply because you're envious. I know how children can be. The fact of the matter is that she's picked up my research more effectively than even I would have in her position."

"I'm not envious!" Vivi shouts. "I just thought it'd be funny. See, the towel wasn't real to begin with. I wanted to see her blush. I saw it a little bit."

"You did not," Breiah replies. "Why would I care if my own family sees me in such a state?"

Meanwhile, the servant still remains on the ground with his feet bound by roots. His face is flushed red, but he prays the attention doesn't fall to him.