Whilst Meli went on a verbal rampage about her, Michel was trying to find the right words to say in response to anyone but her. He knew fanning the flames would only deepen the wrath that was surely to fall upon him once the two of them went behind closed doors. Though, a curious thought came to him: will she be angrier than she was about  him abandoning her for all that time he went to every corner of Ivalice? Or will her...rocky history with the Poisonous Rose be even worse than that?

[color=hotpink][i]I don’t think you really want an answer to that, Michel.[/i][/color] Shemhazai was right. As much as he wished to know, some things were best left unsaid.

But there was still the fact that Michel — regardless how Meli felt about her — needed Ivy for this mission. There was no one currently available for missions that was more fitting than [i]her[/i].

[color=fff79a]“Utena’s Poisonous Rose…”[/color] Wesley mused, mumbling something to himself.

[color=ed1c24]“You say something?”[/color] Jaakuna asked Wesley.

[color=fff79a]“I think I know this Poisonous Rose. Though, I’m not absolutely certain.”[/color]

[color=lightblue]“Well, what makes you think you might know this person?”[/color] Savayna asked.

Wesley thought about it for a moment. [color=fff79a]“I remember going over some documents my father had left unattended to because of his untimely, sudden murder. There were some papers that detailed some dealings between my father and Utena.”[/color] Wesley’s eyes went to Shion. [color=fff79a]“In it, my father had a signed contract with Utena to where, in exchange for access to Utena’s information network, my father would feed them information about any rogue Utena flowers operating in Dalmasca’s sand. The one that my father had primarily exchanged letters with was someone called ‘The Poisonous Rose’.”[/color]

[color=ed1c24]“Oh.”[/color]

[color=lightblue]“Oh.”[/color]

Michel couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. [color=teal]“Not surprising, I suppose. She’s always been one to--”[/color]

And as if he would go to speak, out of a puff of pink smoke, a [url=https://i.imgur.com/DqPAlLr.jpg]woman[/url] with white hair appeared on one knee, head bowed, and most importantly, her silver hair covering all traces of her face. [color=e0115f]“I’ve come as soon as I could. Is there something you require, my mistress?”[/color] She spoke, keeping her position as she was.