“Open your back channels for enhanced mana flow,” the manual claimed. Minutes later, Noelle and Mimosa were face-down, backs arched, cheeks suspiciously aligned with... science.
Asta and Finral stood behind them, focused like monks—if monks were dangerously horny and magically confused.
Mimosa whispered, “I feel mana... and also a little dizzy~”
Noelle didn’t look up. She just muttered through gritted teeth:
“If I feel one more ‘buff,’ I’m teleporting someone’s soul into the sun.”
Somewhere in the distance, Captain Yami lit another cigarette and muttered, “Tch. Hell of a formation…”
Peter Schedler
2025-10-15 09:34:07 +0000 UTC