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July 15th, 07/15. The big day had at last arrived. Despite all the ruckus going on in the city due to the sudden gain of powers by the majority of the population, the couple of witches had by no means thought about canceling their plans for this date.

Battler in particular has been waiting for it for weeks now, ever since he and Beato got their magic back. He’s revised his reserve, the location and the rules several times so that nothing would go wrong today. He was so excited for it that he barely fell asleep last night.

It might seem childish, being this expectative of one’s birthday, but really, can you blame him? He’s going to have a blast alongside the woman he loves in the most fun way they know!

Lazy days were becoming far too common for Shalem. Lazy days spent holed up in his penthouse certainly weren’t helping him out in anyway. Yet these lazy days were spent on the couch, the assassin letting his mind wander as he had all this time to think.

Then there were times where Shalem simply browsed through his phone, looking through the various myriad of contacts that there were. Time certainly was generous enough to give him the moment to freely do so. Which lead to looking at those names, all those different names.

All until one name in particular finally came up. One that made him slowly feel an irrational sense of anger. Out of spite or rage, Shalem sat up from his position, glaring at the phone as he began to type something out.

To: Beatrice From: Shalem 11

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“Ahhhhhh, nothing like the fresh smell of flower fragances to start the day on a great note!” Battler inhaled deeply that delicious mix of floral fragances, all natural. Whoever set this festival up made an excellent job of it.

Once he has more money, he’s totally going to become a regular patron of Busy Bee’s, just you wait.

“These flowers are sure wonderful, aren’t they, Beato? But you don’t need to be jealous of them. After all...” He grabs a strand of her hair and brings it to his nose. “You’re the most beautiful flower here right now.”

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“Hey, get back here, you thief!!”

A shout could be heard at the streets of Sector 5, as Satoko went home after working in a few traps around. No, the voice wasn’t directed at her, don’t worry, my readers. However, the supposed ‘thief’, who could be seen running down, was someone she was familiar with…

“Richi-san?!” A thief? What could that guy mean? Well, she can get the story later. Right now she needs to save her friend from problem! She pedals towards the witch quickly, hoping the witch will see her.

Things, like, an island’s worth of potent explosives?

Kanon realized maybe he should check. Maybe he should take responsibility. The city was a mess--again--(your fault? maybe?)--so if he did check, he shouldn’t go alone. Maybe he should check that the others were okay, too.

He grabbed the key, typed in the address--‘Please meet me here. I have to check on something’--sent. Pulled on his coat. Left.

She’d probably get there faster than he would, anyway.

Lion knew so few people. They knew how to push through mental boundaries, beyond can & can’t or should & shouldn’t, instead simply doing. They could needle the tenuous membranes between acquaintances until it popped. And then--what? No consequences. Lion was temporary.

Lion saw someone even Lion knew, and that youth--that child--smiled.

“Beato-sama,” they chimed, “umm--good evening.” Is that all? “Have you had any cider? It’s warm. And sweet. You look lovely,” pause, “but you always look lovely, I suppose... I’m trying something new. I don’t know... it’s nice to have a change once in a while, isn’t it?”

A new voice, a new face. How often is once in a while? Haven’t you done this enough?

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Whew, getting these tree trunks in shape to be useful for traps is harder than Satoko remembered. It’s been so long since she was ever able of preparing such a high degree trap, after all, so it’s natural her memories would get a bit blurry. Fortunately, her muscle memory for this is as good as ever!

She can already envision it: Some idiot passes by here, maybe with the intetion of catching her, when they step somewhere they shouldn’t. All of a sudden, a huge trunk will swing down towards them, sending them flying what, 5 or 10 meters away? The exact distance doesn’t matter. What does matter is the beautiful arc they’ll make on the air, soaring while screaming in panic in the short time interval before they fall either on the floor or in another tree.

It was so wonderful that Satoko couldn’t avoid daydreaming and laughing at the thought. Look, she can clearly see and hear it. That woman over there, whose fancy dress makes for a beautiful pattern while she flails on the air- wait, that’s no daydream at all!