"Ace! Ace! Where's the count?!" Trixie tore through the crowd to reach the Duke who seemed to be busy directing the guards.
"Lord Dromadious?" Ace turned to her calmly as the guard he'd just finished speaking to departed. "I believe he's in the chapel handing out blankets. Why do you ask?"
"Fuck!" Trixie turned back around and started running back towards the cathedral. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Trixie?!" Ace called after her. "Is something the matter? Did something happen? What's wrong? Trixie?!"
She didn't have time to explain. If she didn't do something soon, the pulpit in the chapel was going to explode, and chances where it would take Count Deemer and a whole lot of other people with it! She needed to get to him before that happened though. Somehow, she needed to get everyone away. But was that even possible?!
'You could always try disarming the magic, thus diffusing the bomb,' Lamya suggested. 'That's probably your safest bet.'
