"Ash, this! I only pressed the button, and a bottle fell out!"
This was way too strange. So this time, it definitely couldn't be wrong!
"This must be Dysdark's scheme!"
"You little idiot, you still haven't gotten used to it?" Ash grumbled as he picked up a bottle of cola from the lower retrieval flap. "This is a vending machine. There's only cola inside."
Probably, someone before her had inserted coins and forgotten to take them back, so a drink had popped out with a single press without her needing to pay. What luck.
To make himself more convincing, Ash casually shook the cola in his hand.
"What's inside has nothing to do with Dysdark. At most, it's just extra fizzy and liable to spray out—"
"BOOM!!!"
What came from the shaken cola bottle was not the hiss of carbonation, but a small spark falling into a barrel of oil. A huge mass of pitch-black mist exploded from the tiny bottle opening, and with a mischievous bang, completely enveloped Ash.
"Ha ha, someone fell for it!"
With a somewhat crazed smile, Shut, wearing a patched-up top hat, leaped out from the nearby bushes.
Ever since Precure and Rider had made a mess of Dysdark, he had suffered terribly these past few days. First, Witch of Despair Dyspear had gone into seclusion to recover, handing command over to Locke. Suddenly beneath his colleague in rank, Shut had been worked like a beast of burden under workplace bullying and orders.
Of course, what hurt him even more was that his goddess, "Lady Twilight," had actually fallen into the light! That girl called Towa... that radiant form without even a trace of darkness was not beautiful at all. I refuse to accept it!
"And now Locke has ordered me out here, making me