"It was no trouble at all. It was simply what I should do."
Fiona politely responded to the beautiful black-haired maid, marveling that a Witch Apprentice of the Sixth Epoch could be so lovely.
"Are you all Shade's maids?"
The two Head Maids did not even need to exchange glances to communicate. They smiled and answered together:
"Yes."
As for Shade, he had indeed only just woken up. His collapse that afternoon had been due to overexertion, and after waking, besides receiving an unusually passionate kiss from the recently departed Luvia and her teary-eyed expression as she said, "Could you please not do that again?", he had also learned from Fiona, Emilia, and Angelina what had happened after he fainted, as well as about the celebratory dinner to be held on deck later.
The last thing Shade remembered was the beam of light he had become condensing into a Moonbeam Greatsword as large as a mountain range, which Iluna then wielded to completely sever the possibility of the Dragon Devouring Demon descending once more.
That had been the Third Form of the Sword of Light. Even now that he had awakened, he still clearly remembered what it had felt like to become light. But that power had not come from Shade himself; it had come from the Ancient God, the Radiance Dragon, and thus did not belong to him.
Just as everyone had initially thought, that Ancient God relic had an extraordinarily special effect against the "Nameless Eldest Son." Its suppressive effect was far more than merely a father disciplining his son or flames melting snowflakes. Shade even felt that the relic—the Sword of Light—had been born for this very moment.
Of course, that was only an illusion.
It was still sunday. Moon Bay City was still carrying out disaster