Now it seems that the Sonda family is finished, at least when it comes to politics. Only Theressa, Sophie, and Emilie survived.
Sophie: "Mm."
Theressa: "I'm sorry."
Sophie: "Mmm…"
She hugged her tighter.
Theressa: "Forgive me."
Sophie: "...Mm... This is the first time you've hugged me."
Theressa: "Mmm."
Sophie: "Hmm... Am I like a sister to you?"
Theressa: "Of course."
Sophie: "Mmm... okay... I forgive you."
Theressa: "Mm."
Sophie: "But if you ever do something like that again."
Theressa: "Shh. Okay... okay... okay."
She held her cheek.
Theressa: "Okay..."
Sophie: "Mmm."
(Crash!)
Fiona: "Sorry to interrupt your family reunion, but we have a small problem... actually... a huge one."
Theressa: "What?"
Fiona: "We're surrounded."
Theressa: "By who? The Materazzis?"
Fiona: "No idea."
Sophie: "Ugh."
They looked out the window.
Theressa: "You killed them?"
Fiona: "What? No."
Theressa: "Then what about those bodies?"
Fiona: "Excuse me?!"
She walked over.
Sophie: "Look here."
Fiona: "Ugh!"
They were dead.
Sophie: "Ugh..."
Fiona: "But they were just standing there."
Theressa: "...Hmm... something isn't right."
Sophie: "Watch out by the window!"
(Crash!)
Sophie: "Ugh."
Theressa: "Now what?"
Fiona: "Mmm!"
(Tap!) (Tap!)
Undertaker: "Good morning, ladies."
Sophie: "Oh."
Fiona: "Good morning."
Theressa: "Don't answer his good morning... and besides, it's evening."
Fiona: "Right."
Theressa: "(Sweats) Sometimes you're really... naive."
Fiona: "Hmm."
Undertaker: "...Hmm... I see... Hmm... I'm thirsty... I need a bottle of water."
Fiona: "Oh... he's from Dukewood. Only people there say 'bottle of wa'er' like that."
Theressa: "You're from Dukewood too."
Fiona: "Yeah, but I grew up in Dehl."
Undertaker: "Hmm?"
(Crash!)
The Glove: "Man... that was a lot of them."
Fiona: "Ugh... another weird guy... and he's wearing his hat backwards."
The Glove: "Huh?... Oh, damn it... not again."
Theressa: "You're... the Glove."
The Glove: "Ohhh... you're the one I met before. Hehehehe. You were looking for me, weren't you? Why?"
Theressa: "So it's true... the Hunters are here too."
Sophie: "The Hunters?"
Fiona: "Great... and here I thought I could finally go home. There goes my nice hot bath."
The Glove: "If you want, we could take a bath together."
Fiona: "Forget it. I'd rather shower with a donkey."
Undertaker: "Same thing."
The Glove: "Hey!"
Fiona: "What do you want here?"
Undertaker: "Hmm."
The Glove: "Tell me, did you kill these Sondas, Undertaker?"
Undertaker: "No... they were already dead when I got here. Was it you ladies?"
Sophie: "...Yes."
Fiona: "Well... actually... her. Theressa."
Theressa: "Thanks, snitch."
Fiona: "You're welcome."
Theressa: "Hahh."
The Glove: "Hahahaha! I like these three. They're funny."
Undertaker: "Shut up... Mmm?"
He looked at them.
Sophie: "Mmm."
Fiona: "Bob..."
Bob appeared.
Ms. Sonda: "Hmm."
Undertaker: "Hahhh... Let's go."
The Glove: "Hmm?... Fine then... let's go."
(A few minutes later)
Ms. Valentine: "What?! Theressa was found?"
Sophie: "Yes..."
Ms. Valentine: "Good work, Sophie and Fiona... and of course Violet. Where is she?"
Fiona: "She's badly injured."
Ms. Valentine: "That's... not good... and... the Sondas... betrayed us?"
Fiona: "Yes."
Sophie: "Mmm."
Ms. Valentine: "May I speak with Theressa?"
Sophie: "Hmm?"
Fiona: "Hey, Theressa... someone wants to talk to you."
Theressa: "Hmm. Coming."
She walked over.
Theressa: "Hello, Theressa speaking."
Ms. Valentine: "Hey, Theressa... are you okay?"
Theressa: "Yes."
Ms. Valentine: "What should we do about your sister?"
Theressa: "...Mmm."
Ms. Valentine: "Should we simply tell her that her parents were murdered?"
Theressa: "No... just tell her that I did it."
Ms. Valentine: "You realize she'll hate you for the rest of her life and never want to see you again."
Theressa: "Yeah."
Ms. Valentine: "Is that... what you want?"
Theressa: "...Yes..."
Ms. Valentine: "Okay... get some rest. Do you want to come back?"
Fiona: "Hmm?"
Sophie: "Well... there's a problem."
Theressa: "The Hunters... I know why they were here... but they were here."
Ms. Valentine: "The Hunters?... What did they want?"
Theressa: "No idea... that's why I think I should investigate it. Either way, we need to stay here until Violet recovers."
Ms. Valentine: "Okay. Take care of yourselves, alright?"
Theressa: "Sure... Um... I have a request, Miss Valentine."
Ms. Valentine: "Yes?"
Theressa: "I want you to call me Rosalie from now on. That's also my name... It was given to me by my aunt... the one who took care of me and Sophie."
Ms. Valentine: "...Rosalie... okay, Rosalie."
Rosalie: "...Thank you very much."
She hung up.
Sophie: "Rosalie... hehe... I like it."
Rosalie: "Hmm?"
Fiona: "Yeah, come to think of it... your full name is Theressa Rosalie Sonda?"
Rosalie: "Yes... but because it's so long and because I mourned my aunt after her death... I didn't want to hear that name anymore. But now I do... because she was a wonderful woman."
Sophie: "Mhm... Your father wanted to change my name, remember? He wanted to call me Tina... but Auntie got angry and said Sophie was prettier, so we kept it."
Rosalie: "For me it was the opposite. She wasn't happy with Theressa, so she started calling me Rosalie. She said Theressa was too difficult to write."
Fiona: "I have to agree with her. Do you know why I hated writing reports with your name? I never knew if it was spelled with one S, two S's, a D, or a T. Rosalie is better. Though... it's too soft for someone like you. Hehehe. You're like me... you have two names. Theressa Rosalie Sonda, and I'm Fiona Philomela Househould."
Rosalie: "Well... you can still call me Theressa if you want."
Sophie: "Um..."
Rosalie: "I always call my sister Emma even though her name is Emilie."
Fiona: "Hahh... nicknames..."
Rosalie: "I used to call you Philomela instead of Fiona too. Actually, both names work. Fiona or Philomela."
Fiona: "I like Fiona better."
Sophie: "Still, you always say your full name in reports. 'I'm Fiona Philomela Househould.' Just say Fiona Househould."
Fiona: "Huh?... That bothers you?"
Rosalie: "Yes! It bothers everyone. Just say Fiona Househould!"
Fiona: "Okay, sorry."
Rosalie: "Anyway... let's get out of here."
Sophie: "And Beta and the others?"
Rosalie: "Hmm... we'll take them with us when we return."
Sophie: "Okay."
Fiona: "If you say so."
Rosalie: "Good. Let's go."
They left the castle.
Sophie: "...Let's rest first."
Rosalie: "Oh yes."
Fiona: "Ohhh... a warm bath."
Rosalie: "Oh yes... with a cold drink."
Fiona: "Warm and cold?... Hmm... that actually sounds nice."
Rosalie: "Yeah... let's go somewhere where all three of us can shower right away."
Sophie: "I know a place."
Rosalie: "You mean the sauna?"
Sophie: "Exactly!"
Fiona: "Oh... okay."
Sophie: "Hehehe."
(A few hours later)
Sophie: "Aaaghhh."
They lay on the bed wearing sleeping robes.
Sophie: "Ahh... I needed that."
Rosalie: "Oh yes."
Sophie: "Hmm... where's Fiona?"
Rosalie: "She always takes longer."
Fiona: "I'm here."
She walked in.
Fiona: "(Yawns)..."
Sophie: "Oh... you're already wearing an undershirt."
Fiona: "Yeah... I actually bought it once and forgot about it. Same with these pants."
Rosalie: "Hahh... you can almost see your back. Show a little more skin."
Fiona: "Nah... I'm not you."
Rosalie: "Huh? What's that supposed to mean? We're friends. I already saw your body in the sauna."
Sophie: "Yeah... no wonder guys are so crazy about you. But Rosalie, you have a nice figure too."
Rosalie: "Oh, you think so? Who has the better one, me or Fiona?"
Sophie: "Uh... you, I think... hehehe."
Fiona: "I don't care... Mmm."
She ate a stracciatella sandwich.
Sophie: "Though when it comes to shoulders, Fiona might win. She's slimmer."
Rosalie: "But you're not bad either."
Fiona: "Yeah... but as soon as Lina enters the competition, we're all out."
Sophie: "(Sweats) Yep."
Rosalie: "Really?"
Fiona: "She doesn't just have a great figure. She also has such a beautiful voice."
Sophie: "And she's so kind."
Fiona: "And still incredibly strong."
Sophie: "And she can do something neither of us can."
Fiona: "Cook."
Sophie: "Exactly."
Fiona: "Yep. You can do all sorts of things, but me and cooking? Nope. That's about as hard as Rosalie trying not to look intimidating."
Rosalie: "Hey!"
Sophie: "Hmm... since we're already talking about it... what's your type?"
Rosalie: "You mean men?"
Fiona: "What kind of question is that? That's boring... (Yawns)..."
Sophie: "Yeah, sure. You and your beautiful Romeo."
Fiona: "Ughhh."
Sophie: "Remy."
Fiona: "Hey! (Blushes) Stop it."
Rosalie: "Ohhh."
Fiona: "You shouldn't talk. Your ex was so traumatized by you he turned gay."
Rosalie: "What? He just married a muscular woman."
Sophie: "One with armpit hair too."
Fiona: "Same thing."
Rosalie: "No."
Fiona: "I bet she has a penis."
Rosalie: "(Sweats) Wow..."
Sophie: "Honestly... I think she might be right."
Rosalie: "Believe it or not, she's a model now."
Fiona: "What?... Men these days must really like hairy women."
Rosalie: "Oh Fiona... look at this picture."
She showed it to them.
Sophie: "Holy crap... you can't be serious. How?!"
Rosalie: "Right?"
Sophie: "Wow."
Fiona: "Mmm... interesting... but creepy. Why is she smiling like those people in commercials?"
Sophie: "Yeah, true."
Rosalie: "Whatever. My next partner will definitely be more charming."
Fiona: "Someone's dreaming a little too much."
Rosalie: "Huh? Am I not pretty?"
Sophie: "You are... but you're way too serious. Even more serious than Fiona when it comes to work."
Fiona: "Yeah."
Rosalie: "And what about you, Sophie?"
Sophie: "Me?... Uh..."
Rosalie: "Marcus, right?"
Fiona: "See? Even she thinks you belong together. Just become a couple already instead of arguing all the time."
Sophie: "The fact that we argue is reason enough not to."
Rosalie: "Oh my dear... you have no idea. People only argue that much when they're a couple."
Sophie: "Yeah? Coming from someone who already has three exes?"
Rosalie: "Two."
Fiona: "The third one is coming."
Rosalie: "You two are awful."
Sophie: "Hahh."
Fiona: "Mmmm... here. Take these before they melt."
Rosalie: "Oh, thanks."
Sophie: "Thanks."
They started eating.
Sophie: "Let's say I were a man. What kind of woman would I like?"
Rosalie: "Pffffff!"
Fiona: "Ugh... (Coughs)... Where did that come from?"
Sophie: "Fiona... or Lina... yeah, probably."
Fiona: "Stop staring at me."
Rosalie: "(Sweats) And I'm being completely ignored."
Sophie: "You're my sister. That would be weird."
Rosalie: "Yeah, true. Only if we were blood-related. Ohhh, that would be cool."
Fiona: "(Sweats) Seriously, go see a doctor. What am I hearing?"
Rosalie: "Huh?"
Sophie: "Oh right... Fiona... Rosalie likes reading dirty books."
Fiona: "Ohhh... that explains why you're always showing off your legs."
Rosalie: "Hey."
Sophie: "Let me see. I want to try reading one."
Rosalie: "You want to try it? Hehh..."
Fiona: "Don't say 'you.' I don't."
Sophie: "Come on, Fiona. Maybe it's not that bad."
Rosalie: "Yeah."
Fiona: "Hmm... okay."
Rosalie: "Hehehe."
(A few minutes later)
Sophie: "Ughh... Ughh..."
Fiona: "Mmmm... Hey, what are they doing? That's not normal."
Sophie: "Stuff like this should be illegal."
Rosalie: "Hehehe."
Fiona and Sophie: "Go see a doctor, you sick freak!"
They threw the book at her.
Sophie: "Take your perverted magazine back. What the hell?"
Fiona: "Motherfucker!"
Rosalie: "Hey! I told you that you wouldn't understand. This is true art."
Sophie: "No."
Fiona: "You and art? The window is open. Please jump."
Sophie: "Yeah. Preferably headfirst."
Rosalie: "(Sweats) You two are so mean. Want the second volume?"
Sophie: "There's a second one?!"
Fiona: "Forget it. I'm going to have nightmares tonight."
Sophie: "Yeah... there goes my innocence."
Fiona: "My goodness. And someone like you gives us orders."
Rosalie: "Hey... I can't help it. I'm lonely."
Sophie: "Then find someone new."
Rosalie: "Where?"
Fiona: "No idea. But seriously... even Remy wouldn't read that."
Sophie: "Yeah. And you fell for a guy like him."
Fiona: "What do you mean fell for him? Stop making things up."
Sophie: "Yeah, yeah."
Rosalie: "And you, Fiona? What do you like reading?"
Fiona: "Definitely not that."
Rosalie: "Then what?"
Fiona: "Nature books... sometimes fantasy. Here, take this one. The Days of the Lantern. It's good."
Rosalie: "Ohh... Is there any romance in it?"
Fiona: "No. I don't read that stuff."
Sophie: "Hmm... but I used to read something similar when I was a kid."
Fiona: "Me too. But we were children."
Sophie: "Yeah."
Fiona: "And this one is a grown-ass woman."
Sophie: "Yep."
Rosalie: "Stop talking like young people."
Sophie: "Be quiet."
Fiona: "Yeah."
Sophie: "Hahh... I'm tired. I want to sleep."
Fiona: "Yeah."
Sophie: "Oh no... I read that perverted magazine."
Fiona: "Oh no. Now you're going to dream about pregnancy again, only worse."
Sophie: "Yeah... Please, not Meliodas this time. At least someone else."
Fiona: "(Sweats)... I wonder why it's always Meliodas."
Rosalie: "What are you talking about?"
Fiona: "Ahh... Sophie's dreams are often about pregnancy... and somehow it's usually Meliodas."
Rosalie: "(Sweats)... Huh? Why Meliodas?"
Sophie: "No idea."
Fiona: "Must be a nightmare."
Sophie: "Hah."
They went to sleep.
Sophie: "(Snoring)"
Rosalie: "Mmm... Yeah... kiss me, baby."
Fiona: "(Zzzzz)..."
Sophie: "(Snoring)"
Rosalie: "(Farts)... Oh yes... right in the face."
Fiona: "(Sweats)... Must have been the wind."
Sophie: "...Oh no!"
Rosalie: "Mmm."
(Crash!)
Rosalie: "Ouch... what was that?"
Fiona: "Will you two shut up and sleep already?!"
Rosalie: "(Sweats) I didn't do anything. I was sleeping peacefully and dreaming about my Romeo."
Fiona: "Then do it quietly, you crazy idiot."
Rosalie: "Okay... Luiz, wait for me. I'm going back to sleep. Hehe."
She fell asleep again.
Rosalie: "(Zzzz)... Mmm... yes, hug me."
Fiona: "(Sweats) And she falls asleep that fast."
Sophie: "...Oh no, Meliodas... go away!"