[h2]Rem[/h2]

There were a few moments where the blue-haired girl could not understand where she was. One moment, she had been on a cart travelling towards the capital, and the next... She was here. So many people, some dressed unusually or looking highly unusual, surrounded her... One insidious thought filled her mind. Was this the doing of the Witch Cult? Actions came before thought, and in quick succession she had raised her flail, the chain rattling loudly as the enormous spiked ball at the tip swung from side to side. Clutching the weapon, Rem prepared herself. If this was an attack, even if she couldn't understand what happened, she would fight as hard as she could to slay as much of the cult as was at all possible.

And yet... as she had a moment to think, she realized she did not detect that terrible smell, the scent of the Witch. Indeed, it was absolutely and totally absent. For a few moments, the blue-haired girl stood silently. What did this mean? What had happened? Was Subaru okay? Was her sister okay? Where was everyone else? A myriad of concerns played through the maid's mind as she tried to understand what had occurred. Was there something she had somehow forgotten?

The explanation from the faceless thing didn't help to clarify what was going on whatsoever. At the very least she thought she could rule out the Witch Cult, but...

Why had she been taken away? What if something happened? What if...

Gripping her flail tightly, yet to put it away, Rem's next question was more to the point, lacking the politeness of a maid... for the moment.

"What is the meaning of this?"