The princess and Spica rushed to the meeting spot at the little princess's behest.
The once mundane, unremarkable area, adorned only with a scattering of rocks and a modest pool, underwent a miraculous transformation.
Celine, with her desire to make things look pretty, had brought from home an array of items. These included a dainty chair, a cosy bed, and a miniature hot bathhouse. The pool, now filled with steaming hot water, had become a luxurious bathhouse.
"Asura?" Her lovely voice echoed the moment she arrived.
'She's really impatient. Does this girl not realise how obvious she is making herself look?'
[Asura? Asura! Where are you? You promised to be here. I will get mad if you are late!]
[I'm here. Do you really want me to come right now?]
[Yes!]
'Well, let's answer to her wish.'
