"It really was... quite a commotion..."
A crisp, childish voice carrying an unusual sense of authority slowly rang out, making Wu Yan and Kotori, who had been about to leave, freeze.
Someone had arrived!
No! That was not the main issue!
The main issue was that someone had arrived, yet neither of them had noticed at all!
After exchanging glances, the two relaxed slightly, slowly turned around, raised their heads, and looked ahead...
The crater shattered open by the impact of the familiars was still giving off faint smoke and dust. Chunks of rubble rolled down from above and fell into the pitch-black pit, producing rustling sounds. Clear cracks, spaced not too far apart, spread outward from the crater until they stopped more than ten meters away. Beyond that boundary, the rest of the street remained intact.
And within that smoking crater stood an extremely petite figure, even smaller than Kotori and only a little taller than Little Flandre! She wore a black, pleated Gothic Lolita dress, like a Princess yet also like a noble aristocrat. Her waist-length black hair draped lightly down her back, dividing into several locks toward the end, their tips curling slightly like tiny tornadoes. It was neither ostentatious nor anything less than pleasing to the eye.
She held a parasol in one hand and a lace fan the same color as her dress in the other. Her face was exquisitely delicate, beautiful like a doll carefully carved by hand. Even Wu Yan, who had seen countless beauties, could find no fault with her lovely features. She simply looked extremely young—a true young beauty!
More precisely, rather than calling her a young beauty, perhaps little girl would have been more fitting. After all, she was not even one and a half meters tall...
Wu Yan blinked,