Although she had not seen it with her eyes, the piercing curses and abuse by her ears nearly ruptured her eardrums. At the same time, the immense terrifying presence her senses had detected seemed to be slowly receding.
Princess Margaret naturally could not understand the Demon Language, which itself carried curses and malice, but both she and Dorothy understood Wrath's final sentence:
"Just you wait!"
The hand melting into the white light of the badge tried to slap down at the three of them before withdrawing, but the Moonbeam Greatsword had already been raised toward the sky:
"Silver Moon!"
A third color erupted beyond the darkness and pure white holy light. The holy-silver moonlight, almost blinding enough to sear their eyes, finally shattered this bizarre space completely.
The darkness receded, and that indescribably sinister presence departed. As the Princess gasped for breath, she suddenly felt as though she had broken through the surface after being submerged beneath immense pressure. Noise reached her ears, and when she looked around, everything in the Three Cats Inn was perfectly normal. The Bard's song was still as gentle and tender as ever.
Other than Victor Fanni's seat now being empty, everything seemed unchanged. Even the Victor Box on the table had vanished, yet she felt as though she had just awakened after a long sleep.
The Princess finally came back to herself. She let out a muffled groan from the intense headache, but still remembered to use her handkerchief to wipe away the blood flowing from the corners of her eyes. At that moment, she heard Shade snap his fingers and ask the waiter for three cups of hot tea.
Shade had a good relationship with Mrs. Sangmei. Although this was a busy hour for the inn, their tea was delivered quickly. Shade searched