High above the floating island, Sherry—the princess of the Karthus Kingdom, descendant of Lance and Namu, and a bearer of the Radiant lineage—stood alone atop the mountain, gazing absently into the night sky and at the distant Silvermoon City, which lay bathed in light from the "Sunwell" and the shimmering lamps, as bright as day.
The scenery was undeniably beautiful, but her brow was furrowed with worry. She had no mood to admire it.
Because tomorrow was the final match...
Today, after Lady Lucilis, the Goddess, received a bye and advanced straight to the final, that Heroic Spirit mage—the magical girl, Ilya—had also won her match. She had defeated Imelda, the female general of the Ice Dragon Legion of the Reich Empire, who had fought her way from the qualifiers all the way to the semifinals.
So tomorrow would surely be a fierce battle. After all, both contestants were mages, and both could summon powerful allies to fight for them. There was no doubt about it!
But...
Sherry knew that, for certain reasons, tomorrow's battle would be extremely unfavorable for Karthus—or rather, for their contestant, the Goddess Lucilis. The Great Mage Jessica had already prepared herself for defeat.
But Sherry couldn't accept that!
So, after asking a certain troublesome little girl for help and getting nowhere, she thought of another way. That was the main reason she was here tonight.
"..."
Sherry sat on a rock without saying a word. There was no one she could confide in, so she simply let the night wind stir the trees and flowers around her and flutter the silver hair at her cheek as she waited in silence.
She had a rendezvous here tonight, and tomorrow's match depended on it.
She had no idea whether that person would come. But whether they came