Outside the Walteron's fence, The Hair Magician patiently waited for the door as she rubbed her arms to hold the frigid air passing onto her. More wind blowing onto her didn't even trigger the bothersome. She only persistently pinned her sight to the fence that began automatically sliding to the left.
A lukewarm grin bloomed onto Prila's expression when the fence freed the access to Walteron's garden. Specifically, The Hair Magician watched her lovely crush, Gdark, who stood behind the front gate and darted his anticipative toward her, attracting her to sneer and step closer.
"No need to be so suspicious toward me, Gdark," The Hair Magician teased, stroking Gdark on his left cheek.
Gdark giggled snarkily, " I rather be fully prepared for anything than let my guard down, Trophy Girl."
"Oh stop calling me that," The Hair Magician replied, biting her disgusted lip that signaled Gdark to jeer at her.
"Also, what's your intention coming here?" Gdark asked sternly, crossing his arms as The hair Magician stepped into his house.
"Is The Alien Leader ordering you to stay here and watch my activity?" Gdark added, clenching his fist briefly.
Prila flapped her hand blissfully and assured, "Relax, Gdark, relax. It's not about your inspection."
"Then, I guess your reason for coming here must be strongly related to hunting down The Gimmick star and her most trustworthy slave?" Gdark guessed proudly, resting his crossed arms.
"Good guessing," The Hair Magician praised.
"I already saw you mentioning her slave after the recent prison break news. This afternoon I also heard a warning news that revealed his true face too" Gdark added, patting her on the shoulder and snickering. "Bold move."
"It seems you also followed the news," Prila mentioned, raising her impressed eyebrows.
Gdark cleared his throat, "If you want to discuss further regarding this problem, let's go to my laboratory."
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Several minutes passed and the underground laboratory's door freed the access to the inside when Prila and Gdark stood nearby. Watching the door being opened, the pair swiftly stepped into the laboratory, popping several bluish screens displaying the footage of the warning news of Martatoriot-OX.
The Hair Magician inhaled the breezy air of the room, freeing a gleeful smile the longer she scanned the room's surroundings. A nostalgic sense poured into Prila's thoughts as she broadened her smile, stretching her arms joyfully. Gdark could only roll his bothersome eyes and groan
"Visiting this lab reminded the time when you used your machine to enhance my magic power," The Hair Magician professed, beaming her lip with pleasure.
"It's also reminded of the time when you beat up Layfree. I still even remember you made him cry once because you're so pissed he didn't improve his power's mastery," Prila said placidly and blurted out a question. "However, you didn't treat me harshly whenever we trained together."
"Is it because you like me?" The Hair Magician teased, extending her hair like branching vines that smoothly wrapped her crushed shoulders.
Gdark tittered giddily, "Not exactly."
"The simple answer is you are more competent and persistent on wanting to improve your sorcery than Glasses freak who always whined like a sniveling rat," Gdark affirmed, proudly grinning.
The Hair Magician blew a high-pitched whistle, "Quite reasonable. I meant Layfree was very irritating back then, especially with his constant whining on unable to control his power.
"I'm glad you changed him into a better person, Gdark," Prila let out a reminder toward her crush.
"No need to mention it," Gdark spoke, raising his intrigued eyebrows.
"Do you still contact The Mystic Hag?" Gdark asked and continued. "The same Hag who granted your magic power after saving her from a robber when you were still 14 years old girl."
"Even though The Hag pretended to get a mug, I'm impressed you recklessly tackled that robber," Gdark added.
The Hair Magician sighed, "Oh you meant Grandma Zigurin."
"Yes, I still kept in touch with her even though not often because of busy things happening now," Prila explained, happily smiling. "One more fact, Grandma Zigurin is also the same sorcerer who rescued my mother from the collapsed building when there was a chaotic battle in Gorthway's city."
The Hair Magician gazed at her lengthened hair,, "I guessed she already picked me as the perfect candidate to inherit this power."
"Probably to find a successor or perhaps she knew you had a strong desire to become a magical Superhero when you saved her from that pathetic robber," Gdark spoke, swiftly turning around.
Afterward, Gdark painted a rigid stare toward Prila, who withdrew her sprawling hair, returning it to its default size. Gdark brazenly crossed his arms as he spent more time observing The Hair Magician, coughing sore breath to prolong the ongoing conversation flow.
"Let's get to the main point," Gdark insisted and questioned The Hair Magician, "What request do you want me to make for hunting down The Fake Actress and her trustworthy slave?"
Prila cleared her throat and answered, "Well…can you create a specific device for exposing Amalia Galastar's crime to the world?"
"Recording device, you mean?" Gdark fluttered, "Seriously, is that your request? I thought you could make those things with your magic."
"I tried to create those devices with my power, but sadly, Amalia Galastar's advanced water magic detected and immediately destroyed it," The Hair Magician stated, scratching the back of her left arm.
"I even asked Grandma Zigurin to create a magical recording object, but sadly, Amalia Galastar had a counter device to expose its," Prila uttered, anxiously biting her lip. "Like before, she vanquished it without effort."
The Hair Magician coughed, "I believe the technology from Langarold can be an effective device to bypass Amalia Galastar."
"Especially with those devices being created by you, Gdark," The Hair Magician teased and assumed. "I bet Amalia Galastar wasn't even aware of it, especially the Langarold's material can create one of the most versatile and powerful amor or backpacks such as the one you had, Gdark."
Gdark sneered and shook his head, "I thought you wanted something more impressive. Instead, it's a recording device."
"Sometimes exposing your horrific deeds is much hurtful than just creating a destructive weapon," Prila argued, forming an adamant stare.
"Because this time, I'm going to make sure the public knows that she was the actress who was held responsible for selling all the addictive drugs in the past," The Hair Magician avowed.
Gdark folded his hands to the back, steering his stare above and provoking the bluish sparkles to materialize beside him. The Hair Magician rotated her heedful gawk to the sides when the sparkles morphed into several bright blue screens, showcasing the blueprint of cylinder-shaped devices.
"I can create the recording and exposing device by using Langorold's material," Gdark announced, stretching his smug smirk.
Prila nodded thankfully, "Thank you very much for your help. Gdark."
"Then for my next question, how long those devices be finished?" The Hair Magician asked curiously, coloring her expression with a fascinated look as she scanned the horde of floating screens.
"It's going to be around 2 days to be completed in Langorold's time," Gdark uttered, flapping his hand to the right and dispersing all the floating screen instantly
"Or simply, I can deliver the device to you in the morning for the fastest," Gdark remarked, leaping to the front.
The Hair Magician panted gladly, "Ah glad to hear that from you. Thank you again, Gdark."
"Also, can I come to Langorold especially to observe your activity there,' Prila asked a question, unraveling her intrigued smirk.
"Not now, Trophy Girl," Gdark replied composedly, freeing his enchanted grin as he was ready to initiate the next forging activity for his beloved trophy girl.
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After a long, rough day of shooting the upcoming movie for her career, Amalia Galastar returned home as she drove the speedy hovering car with the elongated rectangular body and the glowing velvet wheels. Moreover, the car maintained the dashing violet paint throughout its body alongside the striking emerald line that shimmered through its side.
Inside the car, Amalia Galastar repeatedly tapped the steering wheel and thrummed in enthrallment as the low-pitch music roared into her ears. However, the music abruptly blitzed from The Actress's ears, forcing her to tighten the steering wheel and gawk at the glowing purplish screen in the center. A vibrating white phone icon trumpeted a high-pitched ringing noise into her ears, ending the noise by stepping the gas.
"Hello, Paxtro. Let's get straight to the point. Is there any extra payment I got from the last shooting of your latest movie, Raksalia The Wonder Princess?" Amalia Galastar asked, placidly whistling and tapping the steering wheel while shaking her head to the front.
"Shooting is one of the most tiring to me especially with me carrying the heavy sword and the tight action scene. So please, I deserve the extra payment," Amalia Galastar begged, raising the pitch of her voice. "Don't forget I am also the number three famous actress in Gloricon."
The man's voice gulped and praised, "Ah…you truly spectacular in the shooting process. my beautiful Galastar!!"
"You deserved extra payment for your performance, and I promised I would pay you 90 million when Rakashalia The Wonder Princess remake was released!" Paxtro assured eagerly.
"That's so nice of you, Paxtro," Amalia Galastar spoke giddily, stretching her delighted smirk.
Amalia Galastar flinched her lip and let out another question, "How about the news movie merchandise, such as the clothing?"
"About…that….you're going to receive 10% of the merchandise profit," Paxtro asserted.
Amalia Galastar was baffled and muttered, '10%, are you serious?"
"How about I receive 30% of it?" The Actress argued, biting her lip in slight frustration.
"Ms.Galastar, listen. I know you will pull off a phenomenal performance, but remember that Rakashalia's IP existed before you became famous," Paxtro reasoned.
"We still need to share all the profit with the owner, too, and yes, you cannot have those amounts just because you played as her," Paxtro added.
The Actress grunted, "Fine, fine, how about 15%?"
"I will try my best to do it, Ms. Galastar," Paxtro spoke hesitantly.
"Okay then, I'll be waiting for that wonderful news," The Actress muttered.
Hence, the phone call was ended when Paxtro's voice shrunk into nothingness, leaving The Actress to grit her teeth in bitterness. Amalia Galastar also sharpened her furrow at the front view, gathering an aggressive flow of water as she agitatedly squeezed the steering wheel handler.
Nonetheless, The Actress cooled off her head by panting a huge chunk of heavy air from her throat. Amalia Galastar leaned her shuddering back to the balmy lavender seat, switching her glare toward the center screen. The squeezed grip was loosened a bit with The Actress chirping.
"Proceed to call Martatoriot-OX now," Amalia Galastar commanded, blaring the low-pitch distorted phone call noises that invaded her ears before spontaneously her loyal servant's voice spreading into the car
"Hello there, Martatoriot-OX," Amalia Galastar greeted her loyal servant, pleasantly smiling. "How are you right now?"
"Feeling damn great as always, Ms.Galastar," Martatoriot-OX spoke calmly.
"Glad to hear that," Amalia Galastar replied and uttered coldly. "Have you seen the recent news?"
Martattoriot-OX grumbled in boiling anger, "It must be that damn witch convinced the news to spread my face for a warning or worse a manhunt."
"Quite expected she would do this eventually," The Actress uttered, rotating her steer to the left. "Remember, she has a strong resentment toward me."
"Is the perfect curse for tormenting The Witch ready?" Amalia Galastar asked, stretching her captivated lip.
Martatoriot-OX burst into jolly laughter, "Ready to be unleashed upon her. Ms.Galastar."
"Excellent effort, excellent effort," The Actress praised, collecting the composed thought as the execution of the scheme for tomorrow fell into a clean path. "It looks like tomorrow will be a great day to launch my duplicate, the addictive product, and lastly, the prelude of the witch's destruction."
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