Sitting at a campfire right in front of a large portcullis guarding a huge stone university, a knight in a heavy armor was sinking in his thoughts, all focused on a single goal.

Where was Alice? Where was his precious girl? He was determined to turn any stone in Wonderlands to find her, but she was nowhere to be seen. It was as if she had been deliberately hidden away from him, and he was determined to find her.

On his side, a girl in a red hood was trying to attract his attention in vain, but was utterly failing.

"Grimm, don't worry about what happened in Lutwidge, I know it wasn't you at the command."

The knight didn't answer. The girl turned away, her neutral expression not changing in the slightest.

"You can't even see me now. I guess the grasp the Outer Ones have on your brain is too tight right now. Reality is no longer part of your world, not that it means much in this nonsensical hell."

Grimm didn't answer a single word yet again. The girl took a knife from her coat and started twisting it in the soil.

"Sometimes, I wish we were out of this place and travelling the real world… it's not a paradise either, but at least it's not at the mercy of the Outer Ones."

Her prayer echoed with the one recited by a certain fairy an impossibly long distance away. Unwary of the entity watching over all of them, a slight tingling sensation shook each of them.

"Wait, what's happening?"

The three of them disappeared in a few flashes of light, with only the moon as their witness.

Mephisto checked the knight that had appeared in front of her in utter bewilderment. She thought she had seen it all. From cities being devastated by the utmost pettiness to the most depraved games played by succubi, she had assisted to more once-in-a-lifetime spectacles in those past few months than for the remainder of her very long years. She had grown accustomed to this exhausting routine, and had taken to welcome any new development as casually as her broken mind could. Nothing should have been able to surprise her anymore.

And yet, even after all of this, she was caught off-guard by an unexpected development, as if the universe had decided to prove her wrong. Somehow, "undead knight spawning in a pocket dimension" was one more event that she will have contended with. Even more surprising, the knight himself didn't look shocked that he got transported in another world altogether. Mephisto was quick to consider the positive side, namely that he wasn't hostile or panicking.

"May I know your name?"

"I'm looking for Alice!"

On the other hand, he was visibly quite fully not up there either. The visible randomness of it all made Mephisto interrogate herself.

Is he actually just the mind of the Pocket Castle made flesh? For all we joke about the place having a consciousness of its own, I wouldn't be surprised if it ended up being true.

"Are you wounded? How can I help you?"

"Just tell me where Alice is!"

Good grief, he's a little too demanding to my taste. Still, maybe Alice can help him… and maybe Alma Elma should be here too, just in case.

As she started searching for Alice, the knight wandered to Vanilla's stall and prepared to pick up a phoenix tail lying around.

"This does belong to us, please don't take it."

Good grief, like Kazuya would say, he's a bigger loot gremlin than Luka!

The knight shrugged and let the item down. Luckily, locating Alice proved relatively easy given that the small lamia was just winding down after her fight with Cassandra. Unluckily, Alma Elma was her usual self, which meant that she was unavailable when she was needed. Still, her friend Witch was accompanying them as a safety measure should their unexpected visitor prove dangerous.

The small lamia cautiously approached the knight. "Were you looking for me?"

The knight tilted his head in confusion, but was quick to retort. "You're not Alice."

Alice frowned. "My name is actually Alice Fateburn. And you, who are you?"

"You're hiding Alice, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not hiding, I'm right in front of you." Alice sighed. "I suppose then that you're looking for Alicetroemeria, which would make way too much sense."

"I wish I could help you, but I have no idea where she or Heinrich are."

"You will not get in the way between me and Alice!" The knight unsheathed his sword and assumed a fighting stance.

Well that escalated quickly.

Mephisto prepared her wand and planned her strategy accordingly, analyzing this foe with an expert eye.

Aside from his strange fascination with whoever that Alice is, that man is a knight as standard as they come. As long as we stay at range we are fine. Maybe a lightning bolt-

"GUN!"

The knight pulled out a shotgun with his free hand and shot Mephisto, throwing the yoma across the room. Witch and Alice quickly counter-attacked with a powerful curse and an ice storm respectively, blasting the undead knight across the entrance. The warrior got up and gulped a potion, then another. Just as he attempted to charge the group, another lightning bolt stopped him dead in his track, allowing the trio to cast another devastating salvo of spells that tore apart their target. Just as quickly as he appeared, the knight disappeared in a cloud of dust, leaving only a standing flame behind.

"Thanks Vanilla."

"You're welcome, Monster Lord!"

Right after making sure that he wouldn't come back, Alice checked on Mephisto with Vanilla following behind. The old yoma was grimacing while holding her chest.

"Are you alright?"

"I've been hit by worse twice last week alone." She grimaced. "Although it's true I've not been shot by a gun for a long time, and it's still surprisingly painful. What kind of knight in full armor uses a gun?!"

"This one apparently." Alice shrugged. "At least he went down easily and quickly. Maybe we should keep an eye on this area. I really hope that this damn kitsune will dig up some information about why some stuff from other worlds keep landing here!"

"And I also hope that she will tell us as well."

Alice took a moment to unwind. That intruder had rattled her surprisingly much. Maybe an extra parfait would help her cool down a bit. And besides, whatever people said, it always ended in all the right places for her.

"I'm going to eat, do you want something?"

"I'll accompany you directly if you don't mind."

"Ditto."

"Fourth! …If I'm welcome of course."

"You're always welcome Vanilla. As long as you don't try to use that opportunity to rip us off with another project of yours."

"Neither Amira or Eva are involved in this one."

"Then you will have our attention."

As the party slithered away, the door of the castle was violently opened from outside. The jaw of everyone hit the floor when they recognized the knight they had just killed a few minutes ago. The man doused pepper on top of himself, quickly grabbed the flame he had left behind and ran out of the castle without a word, letting everyone free to voice out their feelings out loud.

"…What in the actual fuck was that?"

Back in her lone sanctum of Hades, Reaper was standing tall with her eyes closed, relaxing amidst the drifting cosmos. After the absolute mess the hero had made, she enjoyed that tranquility and didn't regret their absence in the slightest.

For the moment at least. Maybe later, she would enjoy the company of Luka.

"Mmh?" A sudden appearance attracted her attention. An undead knight landed right in front of her, shimmered a bit then disappeared just as fast. On guard, Reaper lifted her scythe and checked the world for him. Without her intervention, the knight had respawned at a campfire located in the middle of nowhere near the Forest of Spirits.

Against common sense, the knight put his hand in the campfire. To Reaper's surprise, he ended up teleported straight in a dilapidated part of the Pocket Castle where another fire was present. He then rushed straight at the place he died, surprising everyone with his return before returning to the Forest of Spirits.

"How?"

Reaper further tried to examine him. As far as she knew, there no longer was any reason for a cross-world contact involving a more distant world.

Unless…

Reaper frowned. He didn't come alone. They were separated, but he was not alone. And she still couldn't step down on this world for this reason.

As much as it disgusted her, she could still resort to her plan B. In the meantime, she would keep an eye out on him. If he limited his interaction and his presence remained unregistered by anyone, then it wouldn't be a problem.

Unfortunately, destiny had already conspired to make sure it would be the case.

Ilias was trying to relax as comfortably as she could near the entrance of the Forest of Spirits. The small goddess was fidgety simply staying near that damnable place. She was only waiting here because her fellow Puruel and Inuel said they wanted the power of the spirit of wind to better serve her once in Hellgondo. She grimaced. Ilias had initially discouraged them to make a pact with the monster, but their enthusiasm and the necessity had made her relent.

The small goddess closed her eyes. If it wasn't for the presence of monsters close by, her stay would actually be very pleasant between the soft wind, the setting sun bathing her and the fresh smell of grass.

The last of theses aspects was suddenly marred when Ilias smelled the scent of an undead close by, almost making her gag. Did La Croix still have a manor close-by? She got up, cursing whoever had broken this already somewhat idyllic moment. An undead knight was wandering around, muttering to himself again and again.

"Where's Alice? I have to find Alice…"

Ilias clicked her tongue and disapprovingly shook her head. There was nothing to do with that man if he was searching for that damnable Monster Lord. She even considered putting him out of his misery on the spot before deciding against wasting her energy.

"Pathetic…"

The knight turned toward her like a bloodhound. She couldn't see his expression or guess his intention, but she still flinched in fear and prepared for the worst.

"Alice!" The knight eagerly ran to her, and Ilias called out to him while slowly backing away from him.

"I have nothing to do with Alice! My name is Ilias! Ilias, you buffoon!"

"Don't worry Alice, I'm coming for you!"

Ilias instinctively released a smiting spell that slowed him. She couldn't tell whether it was because she was afraid that he would attack her or because of the sheer insult of being called like the Monster Lord, but she unleashed every little bit of her wrath on him. Her attack wasn't enough to stop him however, and instead he still ran up to her. Instinctively, Ilias braced herself for impact and raised a barrier to protect herself. Her protection completely stopped the impact from the attack, but wasn't enough to stop his momentum, and she was hit with enough force to be thrown on the ground. She was barely hurt, but quite seriously stunned.

"Here you are Alice!"

Ilias shook her head to notice she was now in an unpleasantly familiar blue and white frilly dress with a blue ribbon on her hair.

"Why am I dressed like Black Alice? Wait, why did you even have a Black Alice dress with you?! And one that size?!"

Still ignoring her, the knight wiggled his hands. "I will take good care of you Alice…"

Ilias whimpered in a mix of disgust and terror. This day hadn't started quite well, and apparently someone was determined to make it worse.

I'm never going back anywhere near the forest of spirits!

"Puruel! Inuel! Come help me!"

A wave of relief washed over her when something pulled the knight away from her across the glade. That relief disappeared just as quickly when she saw Morrigan standing near her. The succubus grinned while waving at her, a large magical blade casually hoisted over her shoulder.

"Hey Ilias, how are you doing? It's been quite some time since we last saw one another…"

Ilias whimpered again, making Morrigan shrug.

"Don't worry about that, I just came for that big lug over here. He made quite a mess in the Pocket Castle, and we want to make sure it's the only one he makes!"

"Then take care of him quickly!" Ilias awkwardly got up, fumbling around with that unfamiliar dress.

How does Black Alice walk around with that?!

"You mean play with him as much as possible? Yeah, I can do that!"

"Don't show off you… nymphomaniac!" The last words trailed off as Ilias didn't want to put herself on the bad side of her notoriously violent rescuer. She was just glad that the succubus was following the orders of Luka which involved not harming her.

Ilias struggled to get up in her surprisingly complicated dress while Morrigan started fighting Grimm. The succubus was prancing around the undead knight and contented herself with using her aura to stimulate him and throw him around a bit. As she searched for her angelic undergarment to remove that indignity adorning her body without exposing herself, her heart swayed between either opponent. She didn't know who she wanted to win or lose.

"Come on there! I'm not even really trying!"

The knight stopped chasing the succubus and suddenly pulled out a shotgun. Ilias reflexively threw herself on the ground when a shot echoed, although the volley of lead was stopped by Morrigan's barrier.

"Oh shit, that could have hurt me you twat!"

Grimm didn't retort and instead released a salvo of light magic arrows. While the first of them was stopped once again, all the other attacks connected to Morrigan. The succubus screamed in pain and glared at Grimm.

"Okay, that was all fun and dandy but now you're going down!"

Shut up and fight him you dumb murderwhore!

Morrigan turned toward Ilias in surprise when she heard a bit of her thoughts. "Wait, did you just say anything?"

That instant of distraction did cost the succubus the fight as Grimm unleashed a particularly powerful strike. The succubus ended up tossed in a tree, and while she wasn't dead or visibly unconscious, she wasn't standing up either.

"Oh, fuuuck. I hope Asta and Lilith never learn about that."

Close-by, Ilias was looking at Grimm, then at Morrigan, switching again and again between both. The small goddess hesitated between running away and stepping in to help the succubus, but deep down, she would rather be damned twice over than save one of her eternal enemies that killed so many of her angels. Eventually, she settled on throwing mental encouragement in her own unique fashion.

Come on, there's no way for you to lose that fight. You can't lose that fight, you oversexed bimbo!

"Huurh… hey, what is he doing?"

Grimm removed his armor, revealing a charcoal black skin as well as a towering erection. Morrigan froze in ambivalence while Ilias stared, unable to look away.

Wait… he's not really going to fuck a defeated succubus, is he? She'll just drain him! I want him defeated, but I certainly don't want it in that way! Arrrrgh! What happened to the ancient heroes that turned monsters away and were loyal to me?! I'd offer any hero like that to be my throne!

Morrigan was indignant. "You're not really going to do that, are you?! This is a monster thing! And an angelic one! Okay, show me what you got I guess."

Ilias gritted her teeth and closed her eyes when it happened. Unfortunately, it did nothing to stop either the smell or the sound.

Of course, she's a succubus… it was bound to happen… he was unable to resist… and now she's going to suck him dry.

"Oooh, fuck! You have more endurance than most heroes!"

The sound of wet slapping flesh started repeating, and after a time, Ilias decided to focus back on finding her angelic undergarments while failing to ignore the sound behind her. She grimaced when she found the somewhat dirtied outfit, but still removed her current dress and put it on as quickly as she could if only to obliterate that dress that reminded her so much of Black Alice. The unlucky cloth was smitten by a holy bolt until it got completely disintegrated.

To her relief and disgust, Morrigan and Grimm were still copulating with one another. However, the undead knight was now trying to throttle the succubus that was now actively draining him. If it was any other scenario, Ilias would be worried or terrified. Right now, she only felt contempt for the pathetic scene as they were locked in a disgusting stalemate.

At least, those two depraved abominations are perfect for each other.

Speaking of abomination, I wonder if my loyal companions have found that spirit and entered in a pact with her.

Let's welcome them back before they're forced to assist to this sorry spectacle. Even if I have to enter the Forest of Spirits, I will at least not let the mind of my loyal allies get scarred by this horrid sight.

Ilias checked the entrance of the Forest of Spirits while repeatedly swearing against any monster. None of the monsters around would be a threat to her, but it was still as unpleasant as ever. As she kept pestering loudly, she failed to notice that her partners had already come back, accompanied by Sylph and watching the scene with a surprised curiosity.

"Oh god, that's a lot! Not the best, but that's a lot!"

Ilias rushed to them to shield their eyes, but they simply looked around while Sylph was happily buzzing around.

"Wow, that's the first time I see miss magic succubus on her back! She's more into riding heroes or using her aura!"

Oh, sweet me, why is Sylph telling that? And how does she know? Did she watch them doing the deed? Pervert, pervert, PERVERT!

"This is disgusting…" Ilias shook her head disapprovingly. "Do not ever follow her example and debase yourself with an abomination like that."

"Aww…"

Morrigan had taken enough of an advantage in the obscene fight to free her throat. "Oh come on, I'm sure you would be less of a stick in the mud if you enjoyed a good dicking from time to time!"

Ilias audibly retched. To make an already unpleasant matter worse, Sylph flew right in front of her face and waved.

"Hey, little miss goddess, how have you been doing since the festival? Luka's still concerned about you, you know!"

"Get away from me you annoying fairy…" Ilias waved Sylph away. The new discussion attracted Grimm's attention, and Ilias felt his lust instantly replaced by a pure, unaltered rage that should only be directed toward succubi.

"LEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAF!"

"Why are you angry mister knight?"

The knight completely abandoned Morrigan to charge the fairy with a newfound vigor, smashing her away with her hand and throwing her straight into a tree, dumbfounding Ilias and her companions.

"What was that just now?! Wait, where is Morrigan? She's disappeared! Not that's a bad thing, but… where is she?!"

Grimm didn't answer and instead quickly dressed himself back up. Ilias could feel the earth rumbling as if it was unhappy that one of the Four Spirits got wounded. Then Grimm threw at himself an assortment of strange items, including screws, branches, and something white and sticky that Ilias didn't want to identify.

What is he doing? Wait… he's boosting himself before fighting us!

"Prepare your weapons! Dispel!"

"It's the perfect opportunity to test that new power!"

Her fellow Inuel invoked the power of Sylph only to get shot back. While the attack wasn't fatal, the dog girl got heavily stunned and was visibly unable to quickly get back up. Enraged, Ilias retorted with a salvo of arrows that visibly further wounded her target. However, Grimm healed himself just as fast as Ilias could hurt him.

Arrrrgh… what it is with all those people healing themselves?! Back in my days, only my priests could do that, and since they didn't care for sinners, it was perfect to dispose of those!

"I'll save you Alice!"

"I only need saving from you!" Ilias prepared another shot as the rumbling intensified. Puruel was multiplying her bodies to block the knight, but it wasn't enough to stop him. Ilias briefly hesitated to abandon the fight, but she refused to leave her followers behind.

Damn it! There's no way I can win! If only Micaela or Lucifina were with me, I would kick his ass! Or at least Eden would help me stand a chance against that one!

As the knight closed the distance, the rumbling was now a miniature earthquake. The small goddess started hovering, appreciating the movement that destabilized the knight.

"Don't worry Alice, everything is going to be fine!"

"Stop calling me Alice, I'm not Alice!"

"What are you talking about Alice? You sound delirious."

Is the earth angry that Sylph got hurt? There's no way the earth would cry for that stupid spirit. Gnome however…

Gnome herself appeared a second later, each of her furious stomps being responsible for the earth rumbling. The small spirit punched Grimm with enough strength to turn him into a blast of metal bits and mist while the shockwave of the attack was strong enough to deafen Ilias and her companions. Her ears ringing, the small goddess stumbled and pathetically crashed on the ground. She felt terror rise through her when she saw Gnome approach her with a visible anger in her eyes and braced herself as much as she could. Then the Earth Spirit released a series of rapid punches that made her completely recover any of her wounds. Surprised, but appreciative, Ilias got up and did something she never imagined herself willing to do.

"…Thank you, Gnome." She patted the small spirit.

Gnome nodded in appreciation. The group eventually recovered and healed Sylph and Inuel who were both fine to the relief of their respective companions. However, to Ilias's displeasure, Sylph was quick to inform Gnome of the developments that happened.

"Miss Morrigan has been captured by that bad knight! We have to find them, or Luka will be angry!"

"…"

Gnome nodded and expectantly stared at Ilias. Even without a word, the small goddess was quick to understand the question from the spirit.

"Wait… you really expect me to help you save Morrigan? That damn succubus brat?!"

Gnome nodded.

"You can't be serious. I hate her! She represents everything wrong with monsters! The world would be a better place without her!"

Gnome hesitated. Then she nodded again.

"And yet you still want to save her? With my help?"

Gnome nodded positively again. Before Ilias could ever consider bargaining a way out, Inuel enthusiastically stepped forward.

"Will you lend me your power if we help you?"

Gnome shrugged. While no member of the party of Ilias understood her meaning, Sylph was fortunately quick to translate for everyone.

"She says that she'll accept to test you!"

"Yay! Let's go, please, please, pleaaaaaaaase!" Inuel and Puruel pleaded to Ilias with puppy eyes. As much as obligation for the Earth Spirit than to placate them, Ilias accepted. Ironically, Sylph was the most enthusiastic of the lots.

"Let's go! We need a team name! What would be a good team name?! We have the Spirit of Earth, the Spirit of Wind… hey Ilias, are you actually the Spirit of Light? Because if you are, then maybe we will call ourselves the Spirit Team! Oh wait, there's also Doggy and Slimmy! I don't want them to feel excluded! So how about-"

Gnome slapped Sylph, stopping the stream of words that kept pouring from her mouth.

"Kya!"

I'll never be able to understand those two.

Alma Elma was strutting through her home turf of Grand Noah, her hips and tail swaying in the street. After that little incident with Sonya, she decided that leaving the way open for the priestess and making herself scarce would be the best way to avoid a painful, potentially fatal incident.

And she wouldn't be able to do anything with Luka if she was dead. Or if she was turned inside out, something that the priestess was able to do, no matter what she thought. Instead, she contented herself with basking in the mix of desire and envy aimed at her as she strolled toward the colosseum. She expectantly licked her lips: Luka might be out of the question right now, but there were still quite a few heroes whose company she could enjoy.

Unfortunately, she pouted when the receptionist answered her that there were no heroes currently fighting or signed in any competition. If she wanted one of them, she would have to manually search for them. The succubus took flight and let her senses run wild in hope that one of the heroes had graced her playground with their presence.

To her surprise, while she couldn't feel any hero, there was a signature attracting her attention. It was… cold. Hollow. Not something akin to any of the inhabitants of Grand Noah that were enjoying their fair share of entertainment of fun, even in this somber era.

Now on the hunt and prowling in the shadows, Alma Elma was carefully hunting that anomaly. If someone messed on her turf, she would quickly make sure that it would be the last time. After barely a few minutes, Alma Elma spotted her quarry: a blond girl wearing her red furcoat and a black set that barely covered her unmentionable -somehow making the girl's outfit lewder than her own- was sitting on the roof and gauging the place. As she wasn't noticed yet, Alma Elma took her the time to gauge her more carefully and frowned: that girl wasn't aggressive, but she was a stone-cold killer.

Another otherworlder… mmh, I can either introduce myself properly to calm her, or I could neutralize her in a quick strike. Let's try the former.

Alma Elma silently jumped on top of the roof of the building where the girl was, making sure that she remained at a distance. As much as she enjoyed invading the personal space of others, she didn't want to make a wrong first impression this time.

"Hello, there! Are you looking for someone?"

The girl sharply turned around and stared at Alma Elma with vacant eyes. This was a bit worse than she imagined. Her voice was an absolute flat, emotionless monotone.

"I'm looking for Grimm."

"Do you need help finding him? I have a lot of good friends that could give you a hand."

The girl stared at her for a moment with a vigilance that Alma Elma perfectly understood. She waited for a while before giving her answer. "…No."

"Awww…" Alma Elma took the time to better gauge her interlocutor while still interrogating her. "What's your name, little miss? I'll pass it around if I find him…"

"Red Hood."

"Are you sure you don't want to come with me? It really looks like you need a break and that we could have fun together."

Her invitation still garnered the same emotionless reaction as before. However, Alma Elma noticed her flinch a bit, and the Succubus Queen quickly noticed that the girl was extremely hungry.

"No." Red Hood turned around and prepared to leave, but she found herself instantly wrapped by a pair of strong arms. She tried to struggle a bit, but her strength was insufficient to break free from the Succubus Queen.

"Let me go." Red Hood kept her neutral expression, giving Alma Elma the impression that she was carrying a grumpy cat.

"Nope!" The Succubus Queen lecherously licked her lips. "We're going to have some fun together, whether you want it or not…"

"Free! I'm free! Heheheh! Now I only have to reunite with my big Griiiiiiiimm, and we'll get back on a new fun adventure together, far from all those annoying Outer Ones trying to steal him from meeeeeee, the one and only legendary creator, Mary Sue herself!"

Alone in the middle of the forest of Grand Noah, a human-sized fairy in a green dress was enthusiastically dancing as she rediscovered freedom.

"What should I dooooo… maybe I could get started on a new story where Grimm has to rescue me from the nasty villains of this world who took me prisoner! Or should I accompany him in a quest on his quest instead? Or… I know! I'll make it a tragic story where every hero of this world decided to fall for me and Grimmy-pooh has to face them all! Hehehe… that will be an absolute tragedy as those heroes abandon their friend only to die over me! Maybe I'll even add a few sequences where they fall to their darker instincts and kill each other to rape the companions of their past friends! And then I'll have Grimm kill them and take those companions as well before finally joining me!"

Mary Sue cackled in glee, making the wildlife around her flee in a panic. However, she quickly noticed that she was unable to put her plan to execution.

"What?! All my powers are still back there?! Noooooooo! How am I supposed to create and live the perfect fairy tale then?! Grrrr… I know! I'll start by getting one of those heroes to accompany me! I'm suuuuuure I can get one of those suckers aboard a good sob story and then… then the fun will start!"

Mary Sue released another loud laughter that sent even faraway monsters scurrying for safety. Elated, the fairy dashed to the first city she could find, ending in a large settlement with a colosseum. Her appearance didn't attract more than a few glances which she ignored.

I'll get to the tavern! Heroes are often found in taverns, and it's a good place to start an adventure! And if they're the kind of Byronic tortured heroes that keep on suffering and is vulnerable, then they'll be perfect!

After gauging several taverns, she ended up near one where she felt an incredibly dark, frustrated, disappointed and angry aura pushing her back. For everyone else, these were so many signs to turn back on their tail, but for Mary Sue, it was the sign that she was about to find her perfect toy. When she entered, there was only one client: a small brown-haired half-nude angel who also happened to be the source of the murderous aura pouring in the street was sulking in a corner. Mary Sue grinned.

Lewd. Tragic. Violent. Perfect for my kind of story!

"Hey there!" Mary Sue flinched when the small angel glared at her. This one was on the deadlier end of the scale. "Are you interested in an adventure?! I'm looking for my lover Grimm!"

"Muuuuh… the only adventure I'm interested in is keeping my Luka for myseeeeelf… and he debased himself with those kunoichis insteaaaaaad…"

Wow, and sex is on the table as well! It's awesome!

"Then how about you help me while I help you? I'm sure we can have an awesome adventure together!"

And then I'll make sure that your story with your Luka becomes an awesome tragedy!

Lucifina-chan glanced sideway at Mary Sue, her head still resting on the table while she contemplated if she would either accept the opportunity to get out of her boring funk or decapitate the annoyance in front of her. As much as she disliked the fact that Luka was friend with monsters, she knew that harming one of them would further sour her relationship with him.

On the other hand, being a good person and acting heroic would quickly get her back to his side. Her dour expression blossomed in a smile in a heartbeat.

"Okay! I'll help you find your grimy hero!"

"His name is Grimm! And he's more than my hero! He's MY EVERYTHING!" The explosion of rage from Mary Sue was barely enough to make Lucifina-chan raise an eyebrow, even as the fairy was panting with rage. "I'll get him back, and then I promise I will help you with your own lover."

"Lover?! I'm his mother! Luka's my baby-boy! So yes, I do love him a lot, but I'm more than just a lover!"

Lucifina-chan puffed her cheeks and quickly stepped out, leaving behind an elate Mary Sue who pumped her fist in victory.

INCEST, WINCEST!

"Wow, this… this can get really ugly."

On the side of the White Rabbit, Reaper could only silently massage her face with a frown on her face. Even amongst the numerous extra-dimensional repeated anomalies, she wasn't sure she could deal with this one.

The White Rabbit herself was grimacing. "There are too many powerful actors giving too much attention to this piece for a direct intervention to be viable. Even if we gather those three, I'm not sure we have an effective way of sending them back without getting to deal with the locals afterward. Unless we manage to distract them, and of course, the thing that would distract them the most is that Grimm man who's stuck with us."

"Fortunately for us, they don't know we also have the second best item. Go fetch Daji."

White Rabbit pouted. "Do we really need her? Besides, why don't you fetch her yourself! I mean, you're the one who's terrorizing her with that scythe of yours while she ate me! And she kept making a mess in the Pocket Castle aside from those very last days, even slowing down the heroes in the process! Why do you want her?"

"You said it. We need a distraction. She's distracting. Go fetch her."