Call!
Jimila flapped her cape, walking out of the room with a frosty loom in her eyes.
Lucy, Lucy, Lucy...
'If I can't bring you back in my reign, then don't expect to love longer!'
Like so, Head Witch Jimila was ready to unleash her wrath and make a name for herself in Witch History!
And just as she had the burning zeal to complete her goals, back in Baymard, quite a few others were now burning energetically as well.
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--The Capital City, Baymard--
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Late. Late. Late!
A young girl leaped past the hallways running at top speed with a sandwich in her mouth.
"Miss Dina, slow down... You're going to fall at this rate!"
The young girl swiftly threw her head behind her shoulders, peeking at the suited maid holding beddings behind her.
"Thanks, Aunt May! I'll be sure to pay attention!" Tilda had a hint of helplessness in her eyes, talking past the slice of bread she firmly held in her mouth.
