Konpeitou and Certainty ☆

When Bernkastel vanished, Lambdadelta’s head popped out from within the pot and finally let out the loud yawn she had been holding in. Despite her dramatic leap into the pot, the sleep that had been plaguing her didn’t seemed to be deterred a bit.

With a crack, she was out of the pot, completely dry, and onto her bed, halfway through tearing it open before the fabric of her dress had even settled.

*Distraction successful! She has latched onto the Bernkastel plushie and has eyes for nothing else*

>You found: 1 x Bernkastel plushie!

Witch of Darkness? What kind of lame name is that? Are you sure this isn't some human pretending to be something they're not? This isn't some light-novel, iiii~diot!

...................................... Yeah?

"Hm? Who are you guys?"

The desire for a certain future had brought her, of course, as well as the hopes of another interesting world. After her unexpected nap, it was important to keep herself busy - at this point, even the most fleeting entertainment would do.

"Come on, don't be shy. You've got the attention of the great <Lady Lambdadelta>, you know? So chop chop!"

Swing and a miss.

She was gnawing on her thumbnail before she realized her hand was gloved. Damn it! The nap had made her dull - or it had been so long since she'd truly searched for Bernkastel that she had forgotten how hard it really was.

... Hopefully, Bern wouldn't mind her bothering the old shell. It was all in pursuit of her, anyway.