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Amaryllis did enjoy her vacation. Heck, she could have gone for a whole month more.

Amaryllis also enjoyed the money. She more than doubled her magical bank account without even having to fight a single big thing.

Amaryllis, even now, didn't think that Dan was all that bad of a guy. It could be a universe of horror and torture, after all, but here, they were having fun at the beach and enjoying a nice, well-deserved vacation. When they left, there was a one hundred percent chance that some of the friends they've made here will turn out to be enemies over there.

And unlike Alexander, it wasn't like she'd actually get any bonus points for immediately sticking up for his girlfriend.

Sitting in the backrow of the park, the Beachside Feline closed her eyes, listening once more to the beauty that, in Penrose, she'd not have the chance to enjoy. The scent of salt and fruit. The warmth of the sun. The plush hotel rooms and the magical hot tubs. The whispering of the birds, the laughter that, even now, didn't feel so real. Because it wasn't real. Because the world wasn't saved yet. Because the memories hadn't faded yet.

[i][color=silver]...Make sure the new girl...doesn't make any of my mistakes...alright?[/color][/i]

[color=1462ba][i]The eventual end to my contract with my patron I predict to be far more unpleasant than that, and also far along in the future.[/i][/color]

[i][color=F65772]...Hilaria suggests you determine exactly what it is your Patron truly desires as soon as you can, and do so in a way that leaves no room for doubt.[/color][/i]

Somewhere far away, a monster emerged, plucking a child off the streets. Somewhere far away, a demon schemed, machinations undetected by their mortal foes. Somewhere far away, someone was crying, and no one was there to wipe away their tears.

Somewhere far away, her Sword laid without its Wielder.

Who was she?

Not a volleyball player. Not a jet skiier. Not a Keijo queen.

Not a listless girl, floating in the center of a pool.

Her soul was tempered in flame, her bones hammered a thousand times over. The Scion of Chains and the Usurper of Behemoths, twas her lifeblood that shielded fifty thousand innocents from supernatural malice. Her Silverlight reflected the true nature of one's heart, and her swordplay eclipsed the brilliance of myth and legend.

She was Amaryllis Evenings, Knight of Rose.

She could not stop here.

Rusted roses paved the road before Amaryllis as she found her place beside Lily.

[color=778899]"Dan. You have my gratitude for enabling this fleeting dream. But all dreams must end. The moon falls. The sun rises. The flower of your heart has not wilted to its core, and I pray that you do nothing to further besmirch my good opinion of you, for as beautiful as this dream was, the duty of a magical girl is not to dally in daydreams, but to end nightmares."[/color]

It had been an eternity since she grasped her sword, but she did so now, the silence of her partner more deafening than it had ever been before. Who knew the memory of that bastard Lesser Force could pull a smile to her features?

[color=778899]"Open the door, Dan, for those willing to leave. And when the time comes that our weary souls require respite once more, I hope you'll let us visit this Beach Resort again."[/color]

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