Their smiles like adults who want to make their children feel good about themselves, they secretly cringe at Ronnie who excitedly holds up the scroll in his hand without explaining what it even is, breathing heavily as he had run all the way from the library.

“And this where you say: ‘Wow, Ronnie! What you got there?’” Ronnie characterises.

“A-Ah...W-Wow, Ron! What you got there?” Kaia plays out his wish.

“Tch, too late now,” He mopes, shaking his head.

“Well, I tried,” Kaia shrugs, giggling as Ronnie lifts his head. “What? Is that some kind of magic scroll or something?”

"Well, hmm...I actually have no idea," He tells them, wiping sweat from his glasses. "The moment the servant told me it had something to do with magic, I ran here as fast as I could...fuck"

At the moment he reveals he has no knowledge of it, the little interest they had has left, back into their circle where they continue their activities, leaving Ronnie who comprehends as he frowns.

"You know I can tell you all jumped ships, right?" Ronnie confronts, his eyebrow raised. "Y-You aren't even hiding the fact you did either"

"We didn't...we're just...thinking about stuff," Toro jokingly explains.

"Bullshit!" Ronnie declares, having the same servant warn him again. "S-Sorry. Now, I need to somehow get this scroll to do its magic stuff. I wonder what's in there as well"

He opens the scroll, freeing it from its ties for its knowledge to be revealed. And strange writings he discovers for himself, a language of many odd letters, drawn in a complete circle around a tree.

"This is some mystical shit right here," He points, with nobody paying attention. "Hey!!"

"We're listening, Ron!" Kaia tells him.

"Perhaps you should go to Maal for that, young master," Viola suggests him.

"Maal? who's that??" Ronnie questions, looking across the room.

"He's Asadian. You know him" She smiles.

"N...No, I don't think I do," He responds, shaking his head slowly, Viola carefully begins thinking about how to describe Maal, pushing aside all sentences formed in her mind that may make her sound racist when put on her tongue.

"Ah, he is very handsome...and there's a black scarf around his head, you'll find him easily," She describes.

"How is that gonna help me, Viola??" Ronnie questions. "And...are you saying all the other men here are ugly??"

"Yeah...Viola," A male servant says with an eyebrow lifted. "Am I not good-looking to you at all??"

"J-Just go out and look for him," She says, gently patting him on the shoulders repeatedly for him to go away.

And begin his search for Maal around the big yard of the mansion, speedily as he can be. And so he finds himself at the servant quarters, knocking at every door his feet stop by. Then perplex becomes his expression, to the sound that reaches ear the more he walks. Upon hearing some loud and provocative moanings from one of the rooms, he slowly pushes the door that creaks, coming face to face with a servant sitting at her desk, and a computer in front of her clearly showing what she's watching to Ronnie who's at the door in the bright afternoon.

"Have...a-are you Maal?" Ronnie asks, looking at her very feminine quality with no scarf.

"N-No...No I haven't, master Ronnie," The lady answers, slowly pausing what she's watching. "He's a guy. And I think...he went outside"

"Alright, then," Ronnie nods, onto leaving her up to whatever she was doing, and slowly she turns back around to her computer, firstly exiting the page, then into internally screaming in mega embarrassment, believing she checked the whole quarter properly to see that no one was around.

"And...ma'am," Ronnie comes back to her, frightening the lady. "Get a pair of headphones, I'm sure they sell those here. And number 2, You have to be discreet about this...try waiting till it's like...night time, and lock the door before you begin, alright?"

"Y-Yes, master," She bows, looking up to him with eyes that avoid his.

"What?"

"D-Do...you also partake in these...activities?" She asks, hands rubbing together out of nervousness, but slowly her embarrassment begins to rise once more, Ronnie slowly closing the door without a sound from his mouth, telling no words that will give her any comfort.

And onto the outside at the back of the mansion, he finds himself after looking for a while, and there he sees a man that fits the description at last, watching as the scarfed man humbly prays and sticks a paper onto the wall in front of him. Closer Ronnie gets without a word, not disturbing this man's peaceful hymns to whoever he's praying to, his hand clasped in worship as Ronnie patiently waits. And sparked in front of them both, a fire of ruby red blaze upon the paper Ronnie witnesses, burning from the bottom till it's all gone. His hymn ends with this ritual, looking to the sky where his god dwells, resting his hand after his prayer.

"Have you come to me for service, my master?" He asks in good manner.

"Ah, yes," Ronnie says, taking out the scroll to show him.

"Hmm," Maal goes, digging through his memories for what this could be, snapping his finger as he has gotten it. "Ah! This is the crest of summons"

"Summons??" Ron questions with the eyes of an excited child.

"Certainly!" Maal confirms. "A spirit of great power resides in this scroll, sleeping as he awaits a new master. This particular spirit...is a weird one though"

"Please," Ronnie smirks. "Is there anything not weird in this world we live in?"

"Hmm, you do have a point," Maal chuckles along with him. "Are you ready to see him, or would you rather wait for a better day?"

"Now. I wanna see him now," Ronnie excitedly says, fists formed by his impatient self. "Wait, before that"

Ronnie runs all around, rallying every member of the household, even the one he caught. At the front of the yard, they all called, and so they wait. At the fountain, Ronnie centres himself along with Maal holding up the paper in front of him.

"Are you sure about this, Master Ronnie?"

"Yes...why do you keep asking me this. Is there something wrong??" Ronnie questions, puzzled by his worrying.

"Hmm...alright then," Maal goes, and he sets the paper on the ground, hand-pressed against the language written onto it.

"Don't worry, Ron!" Kaia goes. "If it's a stupid one, we'll still love you!"

"Quiet!!" Ronnie points, back to scroll where he breathes down. "Start the ritual"

Thus Maal's humble chanting begins. Brighter and brighter the language on the scroll becomes, sparking more excitement within Ronnie. And called is an increase in wind power, hearing within it whispers that surround them, as hundreds of butterflies flock onto petals to watch themselves, their heads all pointing to the centre. Then off the paper, are the letters of the language they see as they levitate into the air, their structures dancing around the two closest, their colour green as they bounce up and down as they rotate the two of them. Maal's chanting growing stronger, the speed and power of the wind grow the same, giving to the male servants flashes of underwear by the female ones around them, teased by the influential wind that shows its strength.

"Here my wish, almighty spirit!" Maal shouts. "Serve the one who speaks next! Serve the one who shall put your mighty power at use! Say his name, young master!! His name is Sameer!!"

"Sameer! Serve me as I am your new master!" Ronnie declares, clenching his fists at the aura he suddenly feels at his body that hugs him, a grand sensation within his body, the power that chills him yet pleases him.

Before their eyes, formed is a party of butterflies like a tornado of glorious power, their mix of colours now joined by petals that are called by the breeze. And enough to dry their faces clean, The chill of the wind braces against their skins, enough to slightly move them all, as they all witness a great phenomenon. Almost like objects being played around by God himself, the dance of the butterflies and petals begin shifting and changing, feeling a great tremor that begins to transpire, not shaking the world itself, but the ones present. Inside their bodies, they feel a great power pulling them all, a might so strong, yet kind in its greetings. At last, a known shape begins taking form, wide-open arms they see. Comes its feet, legs, torso, then the rest, all formed by the many petals and butterflies like puzzle pieces, now one with this divine being, finally revealing their true form. Long hair of lush emerald, healthy leaf glossed lips, and white clothes resembling a genie's own, with eyes closed as he slowly set his naked feet to the ground. The being slowly stretches himself out, freeing up his muscles, taking in the fresh air from the long sleep he has had, being in that dusty crest for a long while.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen! And I have awakened, my master!!" The spirit grandly declares, posing in showing off his beautiful self with his green eyes opened with joy, the crowd of kind words left speechless at his beauty, getting closer to get a better look, with some taking pictures, Ronnie taking off his glasses in looking to the ground as he chuckles.

"Oh fuck no," He blurts out, choking the spirit's grand awakening.