A Call from Britain

Sunday, July 3, 2011.

Early that morning, Sasuke was awakened by a magical device Illya had made.

On the desk in their bedroom sat the magical device used for long-distance communication.

Having been worn out by Illya until three in the morning, Sasuke could not help yawning as he reached out and nudged Illya, who was still sleeping soundly beneath the covers.

"Illya."

"It should be Shiro and Rin contacting us."

"Get up."

Yesterday, they had destroyed the Dead Apostle that had been causing trouble in Fuyuki. Though it had taken very little time, the Mage's Association should have received the news by now...