Spy x Family’s Mission 108 opens at the bustling festival, where Yor Forger found Melinda in an unusual position—posing as a fortune-teller beneath a dimly lit canopy. Draped in a dark, hooded cloak, she stood by the table, attempting to play the part. The flickering candles and mysterious decor lent an air of authenticity to her disguise, but it wasn’t long before a familiar voice shattered the facade. “Yor, what on earth are you doing here?!” Melinda, wide-eyed and bewildered, her voice carried a mix of surprise and curiosity as her gaze darted between Yor and the setting.
Caught off guard, Yor stiffened. “Me? Melinda, how are you… our fortune-teller?” she stammered, her usually calm demeanor betraying her surprise. The question hung awkwardly in the air as the two women exchanged startled looks. Melinda, recovering from her initial shock, raised a skeptical eyebrow but decided to accept Yor’s question with a shrug. “Oh… fair point,” she said casually, glancing at the scene. “And obviously, this festival is open to all…” She paused for a moment before leaning in slightly. “Did you come as a family?” Melinda asked, her tone softening into one of curiosity.
Yor quickly scrambled to explain. “As for me, I… Well, The Lady Patriots Society was helping out, and… Uh, this sort of thing happens to be a hobby of mine…” she admitted sheepishly, gesturing vaguely at the setup around her. The interaction, though brief, was steeped in the kind of unexpected humor that defined Yor’s life. Her secretive nature clashed hilariously with her innocent hobbies, and in the end, she managed to keep her secrets intact.
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Melinda’s Exchange with Yor
In this heartfelt continuation of their encounter, Melinda confides in Yor, revealing a side of herself that few know. Her demeanor shifts as she speaks, leaning in with a mix of earnestness and apprehension. “But Yor, you have to promise not to tell anyone about this!” Melinda exclaims, gripping Yor’s hands tightly, her eyes wide with urgency. Yor, confused by the sudden shift in her demeanor, exclaims, “Huh?”
“Even within the society, I’ve only told a few people.” Melinda admits. Her voice carries the weight of secrecy as she adds, “If it came out that a woman of my standing was dabbling in the occult, it might cause problems for my husband and others,” Caught off guard, Yor stammers, “S-sure, I understand.” Her agreement is swift, though her surprise lingers as Melinda explains further.
Melinda’s eyes soften as she looks at the mysterious crystal ball and the trinkets spread across the table. “I know that I should stop, but…” she trails off, her voice lowering, “…it brings me comfort like few other things do! It’s actually been an interest of mine for some time now…” Melinda goes on, her tone becoming introspective. “I’ve always believed in destiny and mysticism, and I keep an open mind… about ghosts and UFOs and life’s mysteries and telepathy and so on.”
There’s a vulnerability in her words, as she continues, “A woman of my age! I’m sure you want to laugh in my face. I know, it’s embarrassing! What’s wrong with me?” Before Melinda’s self-deprecation could spiral, Yor interjects with genuine sincerity. “N-no! I don’t think that at all!” she blurts out, her voice carrying an almost frantic reassurance. Y
or gathers her thoughts and adds, “I think it’s admirable that you pursue what you love in a way that won’t cause trouble for those around you.” Melinda listens, touched by Yor’s understanding. Yor’s expression softens further as she confesses, “I don’t have any hobbies myself, so I envy you.” The two women share a quiet moment, the initial surprise of their meeting fading into a genuine exchange of emotions and mutual respect.
Fortune-Telling
In this amusing continuation of the festival scene, Melinda’s excitement takes center stage as she misunderstands Yor’s presence. Her joy bubbles over as she grabs Yor’s hands, her enthusiasm lighting up the room. “Oh, Yor!” Melinda exclaims, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Of course, you’d say that! Isn’t that why you’re here? Because you’re interested in divination too?! You’re a fellow believer! Oh, I’m so happy!” Melinda declares, clutching Yor’s hands tightly. “Huh?” Yor mutters, caught off guard. “Oh, uh, no, I just came with…” Yor starts to explain, but Melinda is too elated to listen. She says, her joy unwavering, “Happy! So happy!”
“Er, I’m good…” Yor tries to deflect awkwardly as Melinda continues, undeterred. “I’ll read your fortune! Not well, but…” Meanwhile, Anya, standing nearby, mutters to herself in frustration. “This is bad. I’m gonna lose the war of friendship schemes!” Her small pout underscores her struggle to maintain her position as the center of attention. Anya, never one to miss a beat, adds with a sigh, “I wish someone would tell my forchoon.” Melinda shifts her focus, kneeling slightly to address Anya with a dramatic flourish. “Ah, so it’s your daughter who is lost and in need of guidance. What do you wish to know of the future, dear?” she asks with a theatrical air.
Anya’s Fortune
The comedic chaos escalates as Anya drops an unexpected request in her usual deadpan tone, her expression unchanging. “I wanna know how to be friends with Sy-on boy!” she declares, her small fist slamming onto the table for emphasis. The tent falls silent for a moment as Melinda freezes, her eyes widening in shock. “Scion… boy…?” Melinda stammers, her voice wavering as her mind processes the unusual nickname. A twitch of recognition crosses her face before she asks hesitantly, “Do you mean… my son Damian…?”
“We were just exploring the festival with him,” Yor adds casually, not realizing the impact of her words. “What?! He’s here now?!” Melinda exclaims, her panic hitting a new peak. “Damn it, Jeeves!” she mutters under her breath, exasperated at the situation spiraling out of control. Melinda, however, isn’t done stressing. “That makes it all the more important that you not tell anyone I’m here!” she insists, her voice rising with anxiety. Desperate to keep her secret, Melinda clasps her hands together in a pleading gesture. “I beg the same of you, Anya! Will you keep my secret in exchange for a reading?” Anya, ever the opportunist, shrugs nonchalantly. “Uh… sure,” she replies, sealing the deal.
The atmosphere grows tense as Anya stands unfazed, while Yor looks increasingly uncomfortable. Melinda’s thoughts race. “What if my husband hears and thinks I brought Damian to the festival? What will I do then? No… I’m sure Jeeves would set him straight, he would right?” she panics internally. “Oh, I hate this so much!” she mutters aloud. Anya, meanwhile, tilts her head. “Uh… forchoon…?” she mumbles, her request still hanging in the air.
Melinda’s Concern Regarding Damian
As the tension from the earlier conversation settles, Melinda takes a moment to collect herself. Sitting at the fortune-telling table, she flashes a polite smile to Anya. “Oh! Apologies, dear. I just need a moment to prepare,” she says, her voice calm but with a hint of underlying unease. Internally, however, her thoughts race. “How I wish Damian would just go away!” she thinks with exasperation.
A sigh follows in her mind. “Oh, but if I could enjoy a festival like this with him, it would be so much fun…” A bittersweet longing creeps into her expression. Her gaze softens as she looks at Anya, her earlier worry giving way to a more sincere sentiment. “Nevertheless, I’m happy he has someone who’s so eager to be his friend. That’s wonderful, just wonderful!” she muses, her smile now genuine.
Anya watches silently, her large eyes taking in the moment with curiosity. Meanwhile, Melinda settles herself for the reading, placing her hands on the table, her posture poised. The flickering candles and quiet ambiance of the tent give the scene a solemn air, as if this quirky moment might reveal something deeper beneath the surface.
Tarot Tales
The fortune-telling ritual begins as Melinda gracefully shuffles the tarot cards with practiced ease. Her hands, adorned with elegant patterns and jewelry, move swiftly over the table. The sound of the cards sliding together “swip, swip” fills the room, adding a sense of mystique to the scene.
With a smooth motion, she spreads the cards across the table in an arc, their intricate backs creating a mesmerizing display. One by one, she flips the cards, revealing images full of symbolism: the Four of Cups, the Ace of Cups, the Ten of Pentacles, the Three of Swords, the Death card, and the Star. Each card is placed with precision, forming a layout that seems to hold the secrets of the universe.
Anya watches intently, her large eyes filled with awe. As Melinda finishes the arrangement, Anya can barely contain her excitement. “Ooh! And now we do a card battle?” she exclaims, her enthusiasm spilling over as she interprets the setup in her own unique way. Melinda chuckles softly, her calm demeanor contrasting with Anya’s energy. “There’s no battling, dear. These cards provide glimpses into your future,” she explains with a gentle smile. “They’re tarot cards.” Anya’s excitement doesn’t waver. “So exciting!” she chirps, leaning forward in anticipation, ready to uncover whatever mysteries lie in store.
Fortune-Telling Fumbles
Melinda begins her tarot reading with an air of mystique, flipping the first card. “You want to know how to befriend Damian? Well, to find your answer… let’s first read into your past, present, and future,” Melinda declares, trying to sound authoritative. “The card representing your present is the Four of Cups,” she says, holding it up for Anya to see. Anya, staring blankly at the card, mutters, “Huh?” Her curiosity shifts to confusion as Melinda attempts to push forward. “As for what that means, well… you see…” Melinda trails off, her confident tone wavering. However, her hesitation builds until she finally confesses, “I have no idea.” Her words land like a thunderclap, leaving Anya and Yor stunned.
“Gasp,” Yor exclaims in shock as Anya freezes in her seat, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I’m so sorry. I really am a total amateur,” Melinda admits, her head hanging in shame. “I shouldn’t have tried to show off by including the minor arcana…” she mutters, reflecting on her overconfidence. Determined to recover, she grabs the next card, pointing to it with renewed energy. “Oh, but this one’s meaning is clearer! Let’s start here,” she says, holding up the Death card. “This card represents factors around you. ‘Death.’ It means…” The tension thickens as Melinda, trying to regain her composure, adds ominously, “…that the Grim Reaper is right there beside you.” Her voice is grave, and the atmosphere grows heavier.
The impact is immediate, Yor jolts in fear, while Anya gulps audibly, both visibly shaken. Realizing her words have terrified them, Melinda panics and waves her hands frantically. “Ha ha ha, no, of course that’s not true. Please forgive me,” she says with a nervous laugh, trying to backtrack. The dramatic card only adds to the absurdity of the moment, with Yor and Anya still processing the chaos.
The Stella Star Card and an Unexpected Question
The reading continues as Melinda draws another card, her uncertainty still palpable. She holds up “The Star” card, looking at it closely. “Er, let’s see, this one is… your future, I think…” she begins hesitantly. “The Star… but it’s reversed, so… The star… The star…” Her voice trails off, leaving the interpretation hanging. Anya stares at the card with wide eyes as Melinda continues. “I suppose it means that for all eternity, you’ll never earn another Stella Star,” Melinda concludes grimly, her tone overly serious. “Gasp!” Anya exclaims, her face frozen in shock at the dire prediction. Yor looks just as taken aback, her expression mirroring Anya’s disbelief.
Quickly realizing her mistake, Melinda tries to soften the blow. “That’s not true! I’m sure that’s not true! What it probably means is that you’ll get along with him if you earn another Stella… or maybe the opposite?” she offers, her voice faltering. Anya, still reeling from the confusion, looks determined despite the chaos. “You can do it, Sy-on Mom!” she shouts with unyielding confidence, cheering Melinda on for no apparent reason.
Melinda, now fully absorbed in the situation, leans forward, her expression turning serious. “Anya, dear…” she says, her voice low, almost inquisitive. After a pause, she asks pointedly, “Do you like Damian?” The sudden, direct question leaves the scene hanging in suspense, as Anya’s wide-eyed reaction hints at the hilarity and awkwardness to follow.
Reflections of a Mother
As the conversation grows more personal, Anya responds to Melinda’s pointed question with blunt honesty. “No. I hate him because he bullies me,” she says with a deadpan expression, her tone as casual as ever. Yor panics at the sudden admission, reaching out toward Anya. “Anya, what are you—” she starts, her voice filled with alarm. Melinda, however, doesn’t seem offended by the statement. Instead, she lets out a soft chuckle. “Oho ho. He does, does he? I’m sorry about that,” she says, her tone more amused than apologetic. Her expression shifts as she adds, “But I’m happy that you’re still trying to befriend him. Thank you.”
She gazes at Anya with warmth, silently reflecting. “This girl probably knows more about Damian than I do.” Melinda thinks to herself. Her smile falters slightly as her thoughts drift to her son. “I wasn’t able to be there for him… Due to my weakness, Due to my worthlessness as a mother…” she admits inwardly, memories of a distant Damian flashing through her mind. Her hands rest firmly on the table as resolve fills her. “I can’t go on like this. I need to face him.” she decides, her inner turmoil quietly concealed behind her composed exterior.
The Breaking Point
The tension in the room reaches its peak as Melinda is struck by an intense and overwhelming realization. Her wide, unblinking eyes dominate the frame, her shock and disbelief evident. The atmosphere becomes almost suffocating, filled with the sound of her trembling. Her hand clenches tightly onto the edge of the table, her nails digging into the surface with a firm “GRK”. The strength in her grip underscores the gravity of whatever thoughts are racing through her mind.
Sweat begins to bead on her forehead and trickle down her face as her entire body visibly trembles. The frame captures her inner turmoil perfectly, the repeated sound of “SHK” accompanying her shuddering frame. Her expression, a mix of fear, determination, and realization, speaks volumes without the need for words. This moment encapsulates a dramatic turning point for Melinda, as the intensity of her emotions overtakes her usual composure.
Whispers of Fear
Melinda sits frozen in thought, her mind racing with conflicted emotions. “Damian… Damian…?” she wonders. Her expression becomes clouded as doubts creep in. “Oh, who knows. What does it even matter? Fortune-telling doesn’t matter either. What am I doing here?” She sinks deeper into her thoughts. “No! I don’t dare! A coward like me? Go against him and his wishes?” The fear in her internal monologue grows more apparent.
Anya, meanwhile, looks on curiously, her large eyes observing the shift in Melinda’s demeanor. Yor notices the change as well and steps forward, concern evident in her voice. “Um… Are you okay, Melinda? You’re looking a little pale…” she asks hesitantly.
Melinda jolts slightly at Yor’s words, as though snapped out of her internal spiral. “I’m sorry. I think the exhaustion caught up with me…” she replies, trying to brush it off. Yor, empathetic as always, offers softly, “You’re always so busy.”
Melinda smiles faintly but quickly deflects. “It’s not that… It’s more that I’m just…” As her hand grips the edge of the table tightly, her thoughts grow darker. “Scared of my own husband,” she confesses to herself. Her fingers tremble slightly as she tightens her hold, her fear looming over her like a shadow. “I can’t tell her…” Melinda refrains from telling the truth to Yor and composes herself as she adds, “No, it’s nothing. Never mind. Maybe I do work too hard,” she admits, trying to downplay her feelings. But her inner turmoil tells a different story.
A Silent Departure
As the tense atmosphere lingers, Anya tilts her head, her curiosity taking center stage. Anya wonders aloud, her imagination running wild, “Sy-on mom is being bullied too? By the evil super-boss Sy-on dad…?” Her large eyes focused on Melinda. “In Sy-on boy’s family… does everyone get along?” she asks innocently. Yor, caught off guard by the sudden question, interjects nervously. “Anya, why are you suddenly—” she begins, but Anya’s train of thought continues unaffected.
Melinda’s face hardens, and her movements become deliberate. She sweeps up the cards with a swift motion, the sound of them scraping against the table filling the room. “I’m sorry, but this reading is over,” she announces curtly, her tone leaving no room for further discussion. “I’m not feeling very well, so I’m going home,” she adds, standing abruptly. Yor steps forward, her concern apparent. “A-are you okay? Can we walk you home?” she offers, her voice tinged with worry.
Melinda shakes her head. “Thank you, but I’ll be fine,” she replies, her tone polite yet distant. She turns to leave, her expression unreadable. “That man would… no, I mustn’t… but still, as much as I can…” she thinks to herself, her thoughts heavy with something unresolved. Anya watches her go, her gaze lingering on Melinda’s retreating figure. “This feeling…” she muses internally, her childlike perception hinting at something deeper. “I think I’ve felt it before…” The scene closes with a layer of mystery, leaving both Yor and Anya to wonder about the weight Melinda carries.
Chaos at the Beer Garden
Yor approaches Melinda cautiously, her tone gentle but hesitant. “Um, Melinda, if I may…” she begins, trying to offer some words of reassurance or perhaps comfort. Melinda, however, seems lost in her own thoughts, muttering softly under her breath. “Mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter,” her words barely audible. She doesn’t seem to acknowledge Yor at first, her shoulders hunched and her expression shadowed by an internal struggle.
Yor suddenly remembers something, her face lighting up as she exclaims, “Oh, that’s right!” Her realization breaks the tension, but the focus shifts to another scene. Outside, in a lively beer garden adorned with string lights, a new activity unfolds. A group gathers around a board, their fingers resting on a planchette as it glides across the letters. Slowly, the board spells out, “…T-I-O-N… I-Z-A…” The suspense builds as the players eagerly follow the movements, trying to decipher the message.
Anya Shares her Experience
The lively festival atmosphere shifts to a new setting, where Damian and his friends are gathered around an Ouija board. Damian exclaims, “There! Our next history test will be about the Sneig civilization!” Another eagerly points out, “This Ouija board is awesome!” Another one adds, “Now we’ll get Stella for sure!” Becky, sitting nearby, mutters skeptically, “What’s wrong with them? I told them not to believe in that junk!”
At the same time, Anya and Yor are seen walking away from the fortune-telling booth, Yor visibly relaxed as Anya trails slightly behind. Becky spots them from a distance and waves with excitement. “Oh! There you are, Anya! How was it? Your reading took a long time!” she calls out, rushing toward her friend. Anya responds with her usual deadpan expression. “She said the Grim Reaper was right beside me,” she states matter-of-factly. Becky gasps in horror. “What?! That’s terrifying!” she exclaims, her face filled with exaggerated shock.
Yor, catching the tail end of their conversation, reacts with a jolt. “It isn’t true, Anya! I’m not the Grim Reaper—I never use scythes!” she says, flustered by Anya’s dramatic recounting of her fortune. Becky crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. “Mine told me to stop pursuing older men. What a total fraud!” she declares indignantly. “Never mind the Grim Reaper stuff. What did yours say about love?” Becky asks bluntly, shifting the topic without missing a beat. Anya, unprepared for this question reacts with, “Uh…”
Chaos
The scene shifts to Damian and his classmates, where Anya casually drops a surprising comment. “She said that if I get invited to his house, everything’ll be great,” she declares with her usual deadpan tone. Damian erupts in disbelief, his face turning red as he shouts, “Who the hell would ever invite you to their house?!” Becky, always ready to tease, leans toward Damian with a smirk. “Gosh, Damian, she never said she asked about you. Do you have some new feelings you’d like to share?” she asks, her playful jab hitting its mark. Damian flails, stammering incoherently. “HRGAH!!! BUH… HRGH…” His reaction causes the others to chuckle, while his inner turmoil grows.
Yor, overhearing this from nearby, tilts her head in confusion. “I don’t remember her saying that…” she murmurs quietly. In another corner, Loid stands pondering. “Well, I think it’s high time I tracked down Melinda Desmond of the Lady Patriots,” he muses, his expression turning serious. He then adds, “I just need to find an excuse to slip away from here…”
Meanwhile, Anya, standing a bit further away, has her own observation. “Uh-oh. Papa doesn’t know that Sy-on mom already went home!” she thinks, realizing the mix-up could cause trouble. As the group continues their banter, Anya exclaims, “I never get a chance to play with my family and my school friends. It’s soooo much fun!” she adds enthusiastically.
The Forger Family’s Day of Surprises and Secrets
The festival continues into the evening, and Loid finds himself contemplating his next move. His sharp gaze focuses on a group of people nearby as he thinks, “It’s certainly true that this is a rare opportunity.” His inner analysis continues. “Considering that I probably wouldn’t get much from Melinda, and I don’t even know for sure if she’s here, perhaps it would be more advantageous to remain here and continue pumping them for intel…” Meanwhile, Anya, standing by, nods sagely as though she’s following along with his unspoken strategy.
As the sun sets, the festival becomes a lively scene filled with chatter and laughter. The sound of amusement park rides “klak klak klak” fills the air, blending with the glowing string lights and cheerful atmosphere. The narrative cuts to the Forger family and Becky, wrapping up their day. Becky waves enthusiastically as she bids farewell, while Yor and Anya stand nearby, clearly having enjoyed themselves.
Loid, looking ready to call it a day, simply states, “Let’s go home.” Anya, in her usual spirited manner, mimics the sound of her mask with a playful, “HRGAH! HRGAH!” as she wiggles happily. Yor smiles warmly, turning to Anya. “It certainly was nice of Loid to buy you that mask, Anya,” she comments, referring to the cute bear mask now perched on Anya’s head. “It was lovely getting to know you so well, Mr. Forger. Thank you for everything,” one of the guests says, expressing gratitude. The scene concludes with the family walking away together, the text humorously noting, “Klak’d out.”
Anya’s Playful Twist
As the festival draws to a close, Yor stands with the other adults, bowing politely. “The pleasure was all mine.” Loid adds. “And thanks to all of you for being friends with our Anya,” she says warmly, addressing Damian and his friends. Damian and his friends reflect on Anya holding Yor’s hand. One of his friends remarks, “Must be great to have a mom who’s so nice. All my mom does is yell at people.” The other chimes in, “That’s not even her real mom, right? Didn’t she say she had a stepmother?”
Back with Damian’s group, his frustration grows. Watching Anya hold hands with Yor, he scoffs. “Tch! Walking around at her age, holding hands with her mommy. So embarrassingly childish,” he mutters, his annoyance palpable. Suddenly, Anya, now wearing her playful mask, turns toward him. In a calm yet pointed tone, she says, “You know, Sy-on boy…” Her words and mysterious appearance catch Damian off guard, causing him to jolt in surprise.
Shocking Moment for Damian
Anya, still wearing her playful mask, looks straight at Damian with her signature serious expression and declares, “…Your mom loves you too.” Her voice is steady, her words simple yet profound. Damian freezes, his eyes widening in shock. “Huh?! Where’d that come from?!” he shouts, clearly caught off guard. His face flushes as he processes her statement, unsure of how to respond. Anya, undeterred, casually adds, “Believe me, I know. Hrgah.” Her voice is calm, almost nonchalant, as she maintains her composure.
Growing more agitated, Damian points at her and snaps, “And what would you know about it, anyway? Take off that stupid mask already!” His frustration only seems to fuel the absurdity of the moment. Unable to hold back his embarrassment, Damian retorts with a mixture of anger and defensiveness. “What, are you still playing make-believe? You’re such a little child!” he yells, trying to turn the tables but only digging himself deeper. Meanwhile, one of Damian’s guardian comments dryly, “So sayeth the king of antiquity, from a few days ago?” referencing Damian’s own antics in the past.
Damian Runs Away
Yor, ever gentle and reassuring, steps forward with a kind smile. “I think she’s right. From what I know of Melinda…” Yor says, her voice calm and sincere “…She loves you very much, Damian,” Her words are heartfelt, offering Damian a moment of reflection. Damian stands there, flustered and overwhelmed, his face flushed with emotion. He hesitates, letting out a soft, “Ngh…” as he processes the conversation. Unable to handle the intensity of the moment, Damian suddenly bolts. “HRGAHHH!!!” he yells as he runs off, leaving everyone behind. “No running, sir! You’ll hurt yourself!” his guardian calls after him, but Damian doesn’t stop.
Anya watches the spectacle, her bear mask still on, and mimics his sound. “HRGAH. HRGAH,” she mutters, drawing amused glances. Nearby, Damian’s guardian, in Damian’s entourage addresses Loid. “Truly, I am most grateful to you for today. I’m glad I brought Master Damian here.” he says politely before adding, “I’d love to get a drink again sometime, Mr. Forger,” He bows slightly before leaving to catch up with Damian.
Loid’s Reflection at the Festival
As the festival winds down, Loid stands quietly, his sharp eyes taking in the festive scene around him. The street is adorned with cheerful decorations, children laughing and playing, and families enjoying the last moments of the day. The atmosphere is lively, yet serene, as people bask in the glow of the festival’s success. Loid lowers his gaze briefly, reflecting on the day’s events. His mind is no doubt sorting through the intel he’s gathered, but for a moment, the spy known as Twilight allows himself to relax.
Anya approaches him, her small figure clutching a souvenir from the festival. “Papa?” she calls out, her voice breaking the silence. Loid turns to her with a warm smile, his usual stoic demeanor softening. “Did you enjoy the festival?” he asks, his tone light and kind. The exchange is simple yet profound, encapsulating the delicate balance Loid maintains between his mission and his role as a father.
A Heartwarming End of the Day
Anya’s face lights up with pure joy as she responds to Loid’s question. “Yeah! I had a ton of fun!” she exclaims, clutching her mask tightly. Her excitement is infectious, her smile wide and genuine. Loid looks at her, a soft smile spreading across his face. “Is that right?” he replies warmly, his usually composed demeanor giving way to a rare moment of tenderness.
Suddenly, Anya sneezes, letting out a loud “ACHOO!” as a gust of wind sweeps through. Yor, always attentive, chuckles softly. “Hee hee! Let’s get you home before you catch a cold,” she says, her voice full of care. The scene fades into the night, encapsulating the warmth and familial bond of the Forger family. The moment is a heartwarming end to their festival adventure, showcasing the happiness and love they share despite their unconventional lives.
Loid and Director Gorey
The scene transitions to Loid Forger’s professional setting at the psychiatry clinic. The imposing building stands tall, with a sign reading “PSYCHIATRY” marking its purpose. Inside, the familiar voice of Director Gorey calls out enthusiastically, “Ah, Dr. Forger!” Loid, in his calm and composed manner, responds with a polite smile. “Good day to you, Director Gorey.” As they walk together through the hallway, Gorey strikes up a conversation. “Have you grown accustomed to treating VIP patients?” he asks with a hint of curiosity.
Loid nods and replies, “I sure have! Of course, I endeavor to give the same great care to every patient, whether they be a VIP or a normal civilian.” His professionalism shines through, showcasing his commitment to his cover role. Gorey chuckles warmly. “Ah, there’s my ray of sunshine,” he says, clearly fond of Loid’s dedication. “Glad to hear it, because we have a drop-in. I’m wondering if you’re up for it?” he adds with a slight air of mystery.
Loid listens attentively as Gorey elaborates, “Everyone else is a little wary of this patient. They must be quite the powerful figure! Maybe not powerful so much as… challenging, you see.” Loid’s expression remains neutral, but the implication of a high-stakes encounter hangs in the air.
The Former Lady’s First Visit
The air grows tense as the scene shifts to a high-profile patient entering the hospital. She’s shrouded in mystery, her face partially obscured by oversized sunglasses and a headscarf, radiating an aura of quiet authority. The sound of her steps “RMB RMB” echoes ominously as she walks through the hall. “The patient is the former first lady,” a voice narrates, emphasizing the significance of her identity. The weight of her presence is unmistakable.
Inside a cozy room, the woman’s guarded demeanor reveals her unease. “I hate hospitals. That antiseptic smell…” she mutters, her voice laced with disdain. Her head tilts slightly, her eyes darting beneath the sunglasses. “I’d never have come here if Yor hadn’t urged me to.” In a flashback, Yor is seen warmly explaining to Melinda. Melinda questioning, “The hospital…?” Yor states, “Yes. My husband works as a psychiatrist there.” Her words carry a sense of reassurance, bridging the connection between Melinda and the hospital visit.
A Visit to the Psychiatrist
The scene shifts to a conversation between Yor and Melinda, as Yor gently encourages her friend. “I mean, if you think you’d be comfortable with that…” Yor says, her kind and earnest demeanor shining through. Loid’s voice echoes in the background, a flashback to his professional tone. “If you’re experiencing any troubling physical or mental effects, please don’t hesitate to visit me at my hospital,” he says, his invitation polite yet purposeful.
Melinda, lost in thought, responds, “I see… Well, if that’s your advice, Yor, I’ll give it some thought.” Her expression softens, but the weight of her decision lingers. Meanwhile, Anya observes the conversation with her typical wit and childlike perception. “Mama’s really giving Papa’s mission a boost. Wow,” she thinks, marveling at the unintentional teamwork. Yor adds further, “Oh, but…” Yor starts explaining Melinda, “He does do what’s called ‘concussive therapy’ so beware that you might end up getting kicked.”
Melinda, however, suddenly reacts in alarm. “I’m sorry, what?! No way am I going now!” she exclaims, clearly thrown off. Anya stares in wide-eyed disbelief. “And now she’s messed it all up!” she thinks dramatically, her face contorting with exaggerated despair. Back to the reality, Melinda wonders aloud, “I wonder if I’ll get kicked.” Her inner thoughts are hilariously interrupted by a bystander seemingly Melinda’s servant who says, “You will not be getting kicked.”
Loid’s Professional Dilemma
The scene unfolds with Loid listening to Director Gorey as they walk down the clinic corridor. “…And then she made some odd comment about how if she gets kicked, she’ll leave,” Gorey explains with an exasperated tone. Loid lets out a quiet sigh, his professional composure unwavering. “I assume she’s suffering from an intense persecution complex. Considering who she is, you’ll need to show extreme care and discretion,” he responds, understanding the sensitivity of the situation.
Gorey places a hand on Loid’s shoulder, leaning in conspiratorially. “So what do you think? Can I count on you?” he asks with a slight grin. “And don’t worry, I’m sure you won’t end up being watched by the current administration just because you treated the wife of the National Unity Party chairman!” Loid pauses for a moment, his expression determined. “Understood, Mr. Director, sir,” he replies with calm confidence.
Gorey adds with a smirk, “If this blows up on us, I’m putting it all on you, buddy.” He pats Loid on the back, the weight of responsibility clearly placed on the young psychiatrist. With a small but confident smile, Loid clenches his fist and declares, “You can count on me!” His unwavering dedication is clear, even as the challenges of his dual life mount.
Conclusion
In conclusion, Spy x Family Episode 108 delivers a blend of chaos, reflections, and realizations, providing light on Melinda’s love for Damian as his mother. As the episode unfolds, the precious moments of growth in each character shine through, from Melinda’s helplessness and unwavering love and concern from Damian to Loid’s professionalism and dedication to his mission.
Melinda’s failed fortune-telling brings chaos and increases Anya’s curiosity, with unexpected moments of tenderness amidst the chaos. The episode strengthens the series’ ability to balance lighthearted moments with the ever-present tension of spying and family life, leaving viewers eager for what’s to come in the next chapter of the Forger family’s adventures.
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