The petrified night for Prila and her parent marked its end as they were in old huts outside, recently escaping from the underground base. Nogra and Hona sat on the fallen tree stem, panting their exhausted breath. They closed their eyes and held their hands tightly, washing away all the unnerving thoughts from cowering them.
As the old couple tried to grasp a temporary relief, The Hair Magician fixated her concerned eyes from the far left. She rubbed her left arm and pressed it, holding the trembling motion within. Tiny metal footsteps noises entered Prila's ears, persuading her to turn around and watch her teammate, Scrap Devil waving his hand.
"I forgot to ask this, how's your unexpected reconciliation with your parent?" Scrap Devil proposed a question.
The Hair Magician cleared her throat and smiled hesitantly, "It went well luckily as we forgave each other."
"Then, why did you still look quite uneasy?" Scrap Devil countered, sharpening his stare at The Hair Magician.
Prila bit her lip and grunted, "I'm still regretful until this day."
"Even though I often save the world and become a top model, I only broke their heart even more by distancing myself," The Hair Magician muttered, frustratedly folding her knuckles. "Such a shame for me."
"To be fair, your intention back then is not wrong, as you didn't want to make them concerned," Scrap Devil admitted and continued. "Hell, you are still willing to give them a lot of money from your wage."
"Prila, you should be glad that you still care about their well-being," The Demonic Builder advised his teammate. "Not all kids leaving their parents even wanted to do that."
"It's more like I never forgive myself for lashing out and leaving them for a year," The Hair Magician muttered agitatedly.
"It felt I was like an ungrateful child," Prila added, groaning shakily.
Scrap Devil tapped her shoulder, "Maybe you should take a break from all the Superhero stuff starting now."
"So you can spend more time with them," Scrap Devil said brazenly.
"You sure Daigrun VII will let it?" The Hair Magician argued. "We still have one dangerous menace roaming around in Gloricon."
Scrap Devil panted, "I will convince him. Besides, you need to cool-head too in handling mission."
"I supposed spending time with them can wash away all your stress too," Scrap Devil professed calmly.
At first, The Hair Magician anxiously held her shivering arms and froze an uneasy winced, drowning in doubtfulness. Scrap Devil swiftly landed an assuring palm on her right shoulder as he walked past her, letting out a nonchalant giggle. She took a deep breath, exhaling it away from roaming her throat.
The Hair Magician freed her smile toward her teammate before setting her sights on her parent. A breezy solace brimmed within Prila's expression, extending her tiresome arms to grasp the fresh chilling air gushing onto her. A pinkish aura shone throughout her ponytail hair, clasping her head.
"You're right, but…." The Hair Magician didn't finish her word as she enveloped herself with the pinkish smoke.
The pinkish smoke promptly diminished faster than the blink of an eye, revealing her brown-haired human Candila to The Demonic Builder's sight. Scrap Devil giggled gleefully at his teammate's recent form, shaking his head and blowing a high-pitch whistle. He even snapped his fingers.
"Now, I'm going to spend my time with them as Candila," Candila stated, placing her palm on the chest.
Scrap Devil chuckled, "Reverting yourself into your supposedly true form again."
"It's been a while since I haven't used this identity," Candila admitted, inspecting her hands and shaking them.
Scrap Devil cleared his throat, "By the way do you feel satisfied after exposing Galastar's crime?"
"Indeed, It's one of the best things that ever happened in my life," Candila replied proudly, opening a gladful smirk at The Demonic Builder. "I should thank Gdark…and you too for aiding me."
"Without you two, I might not succeed," Candila professed blissfully. "However, I'm also glad this incident allows me to patch things up with my parent."
Scrap Devil cackled, "Glad to hear that."
"Before I got to my parent, I almost forgot, how do you find me in the first place?" Candila let out a reminder.
The Demonic Builder swiftly dispatched the tiny golden nail patching from his left ribs, combusting the small wave of smoke on its tip. A startled look clouded Candila's expression when her teammate flipped the nail, landing on its palm and discharging the storming emerald mist.
"Maybe you should see it by yourself," The Demonic Builder announced, stomping his metal boots that commanded the mist to expand its spreading.
Candila raised her bemused eyes and guessed, "Wait, you can now create a recording too?"
"Indeed, beautiful sunshine," Scrap Devil confirmed brazenly.
Perceiving the mist fleeing closer toward her sight, Candila hastily lifted her blocking arms toward the incoming mist. Moreover, the emerald mist covered Candila and Scrap Devil's surroundings faster than the blink of an eye, twisting itself into the shape of a bubbly orb whirling in the center of the forest.
As Candila retreated her arm that was in front of her face, a white flash beamed through her eyes. The scorching touch from the white light encouraged Candila to place her palm in the front especially when all the emerald smoke surface shifted into a new imagery as the night sky occurred.
More specifically it was unveiled a few hours before The Hair Magician's rescue, a curly brown hair man, Caldister brushed his teeth and pinned his sight at the floating mirror projection. He slid his teeth and popped out a bunch of foam throughout its surface. It persuaded the man to put the brush on the bluish holographic tray levitating beside him and spitting the foam.
"It's good now I can take a rest after Mina Rodax assured me she will cleanse all Galastar's poor victims," Caldister murmured, spitting the foam from invading his mouth
Afterward, Caldister grabbed the glasses and poured the water into his mouth, gargling quickly before puking it out. The Man glanced at the mirror again and wiped the water's remains from his lip, smiling gratifyingly. Hence, he headed to the white door and tapped the doorknob, preparing to exit his apartment's bedroom.
A bewildered gasp was uncontrollably freed from Caldister as he caught The Mighty Viscable standing near the levitating screen on the left, shimmering the particles from his backpack. The Ace Duelist haughtily crossed his arms, alerting The Man to unbridle the green mist on his feet.
"Alright, why the heck you suddenly invaded my apartment, arrogant asshole?" Caldister insisted.
"And my second question what's your intention behind this?" Caldister added, blowing more emerald mist beneath his feet. "Is it related to Prila?"
The Ace Duelist giggled and taunted, "You have so many doubtful questions toward me, Junk Devil."
"But one of your guests is correct, it is related to The Trophy Girl," The Ace Duelist confirmed, stepping closer to Caldister, who groaned.
"What exactly happens to her?!" Caldister demanded, vaporizing the green mist by sliding his feet to the back.
"The Fake Actress kidnapped her," Viscable explained, uncontrollably shaking his hand that forced him to clench it.
"Luckily I managed to detect her location with the contingency device that I planted on her," Viscable added, tapping his black watch that materialized a flock of blue particles above it. "More specifically, I put a tracking spell into the device."
"And then, why did you ask my help?" Caldister countered, rubbing his chin in uncertainty as The Ace Duelist approached him. "Why not the other Triumph Makers like Mina Roda or even your former friend, VWX?"
"You are the closest person I can find from her current position," The Ace Duelist replied, swaying his black watch to the right.
Hence, a new object was revealed to be a tiny gray ball emitting the branching green lights on its center spot. The Ace Duelist tapped the purple button on the above, popping out the bright blue map projection with the particular pink dot spotting on the below left. Caldister inspected the dot, heaving his startled eyebrows onto it.
"So she's being dragged inside that forest right?" Caldister guessed, pointing his finger at the dot.
The Ace Duelist nodded, "Correct, Junk Demon."
"Most likely, she was….forced to be put into Galastar's trap," Viscable continued, feeling his knuckle trembling that signaled Caldister to observe it.
"Even though I despise asking you for help, sadly I had to do it," The Ace Duelist confessed agitatedly.
"Then, why you didn't want to help her right now!" Caldister demanded. "I'm just wondering about it."
"Because this entire Galastar's fight is part of The Annoying Cosmic Being or Pendoswing's plan," The Ace Duelist argued, lifting his knuckle in front of his chest and blowing out a contorted air.
"And most likely Trophy Girl already shared the report regarding my role in this," The Ace Duelist suspected, triggering Caldister to raise his puzzling eyebrows. "However, if you want to know more, fine I should tell you."
"I cannot engage in any battle as long as Pendoswing gives me the command especially after I lost the bet before," The Ace Duelist explained, cringing in unpleasantness that paused his speech to continue.
An empathetic expression loomed on Caldister when he focused on The Ace Duelist who agitatedly grunted and tremored his hand like a person stuck in a freezing room. The Man blew a reluctant sigh and stepped closer to Viscable, generating an emerald mist throughout his back.
"Alright since this is related to Prila's safety, I'm in," Caldister uttered, gazing at The Ace Duelist's gesture. "From your gesture, it seems you wanted to ensure her safety too, that's why you asked for my help."
"You might be an asshole, but at least you're not completely cold blood," Caldister remarked.
Viscable tittered, "You're quite an observant too."
"By the way, do you have a plan for this?" Caldister asked curiously.
"I do," Viscable answered. "You just have to follow it."
The past encounter between Viscable and Caldister morphed into a fleeting mist faster than a split second. Afterward, the mist dispersed without leaving visible traces, letting Candila witness the end of the live recording. Her heart began to beat fast, tapping her chest, and shaking her head in a little bit of disbelief.
"Wow, so it is Gdark's request for you to come here," Candila muttered, blurting a sheepish laugh. "I never thought he would do that."
"Same, quite unexpected he will do that," The Demonic Builder agreed, waving his metal hand upward and vanquishing the mist nearby him. "However, I still didn't fully trust him, though."
Candila let out a high-pitched laughter, "It's okay. I don't mind."
"In the end, I'm just impressed he still deeply cares about my wellbeing. He is willing to do anything to prevent my death even though it will shatter his pride," Candila confessed, shedding a single line of tears happily.
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Meanwhile, on the edge of Dalgatom forest, Amalia Galastar slowly opened her exhausted eyes after escaping The Triumph Makers' terror. She washed her sleep eyes and scanned at the surroundings that were only filled with holographic-like trees dancing their leaves simultaneously.
Her short inspection finally stopped when she spotted her loyal Servant, Martatoriot-OX unmasked. A shaking lip of gratitude freed from Amalia Galastar's lip as she gazed toward The Loyal Servant, drawing her clutching hand.
"Miss…Galastar…what should we do next, especially with your reputation is already ruined?" Martatoriot-OX asked heedfully. "And you lost everything after the failed attempt to stop The Triumph Maker, so what now?
"Even returning to your house is too risky," Martatroiot-OX added.
Amalia Galastar smirked, "Not all. I still have something important to this day."
"Which are you, my lovely man, Martatoriot-OX," Amalia Galastar confessed, flushing her face red.
Martatoriot-OX hummed, "Are you serious with this, Ms.Galastar?"
"Ah of course…. you're thinking too much about being a servant that you didn't expect I had a deep feeling with you," Amalia Galastar teased. "Back then, I surrendered after The Vile Witch exposed my reputation; you only cared about motivating me to live."
"Even though we could escape back then, you still wanted to give the meaning of life" Amalia Galastar confessed, shedding tears.
"So how about we toss aside all the business matter and spend our time together hiding here?" The Actress insisted, wiping the tears and grinning. "We could develop our relationship more as a couple, not a master and servant anymore."
Martatoriot-OX whistled in incredulity, "I didn't know how to say…but sure…I guess….Ms.Galastar."
"I have been keeping my feelings with you for a long time. I am glad you like me as a potential romantic partner, too," Martatoriot-OX uttered anxiously.
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