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Relieved that it seemed that Bennett had recovered and the enemy forces had dwindled, princess Reginn released a sigh, letting her guard down only once she was certain they were in the clear. What an exciting welcome to a new world! "Huh? Oh! It's not a problem at all!" she offered in response...

All of a sudden, the room felt like it'd gotten rather loud. Everybody had something or other to say about Elijah and his theories, and Takara couldn't help but feel an intense pang of sympathy for the ones going along with it. Clark's argument against her plea was understandable, but she had to...

Prologue "A Hero's Summon" "Nngh..." At first, that quiet, groggy groan was the only sign of life that came from the gaping maws of what could only be described as a mechanical steed. One might've mistaken the thing for some sort of statue, or even a strange piece of art, given the group's...

...Ah. What a relief. Having glanced over periodically to keep track of how Hagusa was doing as they went along, Takara was happy to see that the boy appeared to be slowly calming down. A soft smile graced her lips as she observed his embarrassed response to her reassurance, as she couldn't help...

Although she'd been ready to follow Peter without a second thought, Takara couldn't help but give pause when she caught a glimpse of Hagusa's face. She stopped in her tracks entirely, turning to him with evident concern. She knew that expression. That was an expression of complete, consuming...

Today had certainly been something. She'd started it off excited, bright-eyed and eager; after all, they were given the news that they'd be graduating the program soon. With that information in mind, she couldn't have possibly felt anything but joy. She'd be getting to see her sister again soon...

Overall, Kofuku had been rather uncharacteristically quiet. She maintained the distance she'd initially kept from the group, but the conversation in the safehouse nevertheless made her wonder about the nature of these so-called Calamity Constructs. If it was possible for them to take the shape...

Man. This totally sucked. Being babysat by Daikoku was one thing. The two of them had been together for a lifetime, and he was more like a worried best friend to her. Someone who always watched over her and those around her alike, weighing both her safety and her curse equally when dealing with...

Although Kofuku hadn't had the greatest initial reaction to being pulled into her own vortex of doom, it definitely wasn't something that was new to the goddess. After getting over the initial surprise of her unintentional opening of a portal to the underworld, she scrambled to gather her...

Though she still wasn't in tip-top shape, Takara had at least regained enough of a grip to tune in to the situation more attentively than before. Even if she wasn't feeling the greatest, she reminded herself that she wasn't the only one; she needed to hold it together, not just for herself, but...

"Huh? ...I suppose that's true, but it's not guaranteed," the goddess offered nonchalantly to Saki, only to brighten when a seeming teenage boy popped out of the bushes. "Aha! See? Nothing to get all trigger-happy over~" Focusing her attention on the boy, now, she leaned in close to him...

"...Mm." It was the only response Kofuku gave at first, a soft hum that carried the weight of discontentment and resignation all at once. Her features fell slightly as her gaze drifted downward, amethyst eyes clouded with something akin to sorrow. "I see. I was afraid that that'd happen..."...

Add's outcry did little to stop the impending hug, but the assistance of his Dynamos did at least allow him to end the embrace much earlier than Kofuku would've liked. The goddess pouted faintly at the abrupt removal, a little hurt that her friend would shrug her off so quickly when they hadn't...

Prologue; Déjà Vu "...Miss Kofuku," began a gentle but strained voice, "is this, uh... really necessary?" Shifting awkwardly on her feet within the confines of a dressing room was a young woman, no older than perhaps twenty. Her bangs hung in her eyes as she contemplated just why the universe...

This was... ugh. To say it was a lot would be the understatement of the century. Though she'd been a little surprised by Elijah actually accepting her offer to bring him along, she had zero objections, only giving a small nod and a smile of relieved gratitude when Hagusa offered to push the...

Fortunately, with time and excruciating effort, the florist managed to swallow back the bile building steadily in her throat. She released a quiet groan, grimacing briefly as she tucked her head between her knees. Some part of her was aware that Erin was rubbing her back and speaking to her, but...

Still somewhat dazed and out of it, Takara simply remained sat on the floor, her fingers daintily placed to her temple. She only seemed to snap out of her own thoughts when Hagusa expressed concern over her, prompting her to flinch before shaking her head and waving him off. "A-ah, I'm alright...

Though Takara had been wholly ready to hunker down with the rest of the group in a pile despite the mental war she was waging, it ended up not being necessary. By the time she could start getting down on the floor, the crisis was over, as abruptly as it had begun. Mentally exhausted as she was...

"It really was," she admitted to Clark with a smile. "And I agree. It's been years and years since I've had to worry about school, of course, but when I'm not tending my flowershop, I usually just like to read or spend time with my sister." Their situation was definitely abnormal, with Fumika...

"Oh, no; no need to apologize!" Takara insisted, shaking her head. "Like you said, we're all feeling that way. Nothing to beat yourself up for, right?" Gosh though, the florist was definitely feeling out of her element right now. She did her best work with tending to flowers, not people. But...