"Too many... words," Inoni grumbled, expressing the unbridled mental pain she was experiencing through sharp and definitive groans, such display only being matched by the rigid posture she employed as she found herself sprawled out on the livingroom floor. Surrounding the young commoner with no surname, droves and towers of paper escribed with all manner of grimoire syntax: all rendered inactive, on account of them being on normal pieces of paper and not woven from the phetowa leaves that her bloodline was famous for farming.

  "I think you layed it on a little thick, wouldn't you agree, Inkaro?" Lizu remarked teasingly as she stood beside the front door, awaiting the moment for Inkaro to finish appeasing his mother by letting her give him a 'little' bit more of her affection: a backbreaking bear hug.

  So once the teen was finally released from the clutches of his mother, Lizu and Inkaro bidded the guy's two home-present family members, in their own ways: Inkaro a simple wave, and Lizu an overhead arm sway. And as the duo departed, Lephaelia lightly waved them off with a tempered smile, while Inoni could still be heard groaning in mental anguish. Stepping onto the paved path separating the village from the sprawling phetowa Leaf fields, Lizu affermatively slapped her tail, trying to knock out the kinks out of it from all the stockpiled nerves at being Lephaelia's target of affection had caused it, which finally let up somewhat when she hit the perfect order of angles.

  Following a stilted, endeared exhale, Lizu lifted her gaze skyward to speak, only to raise an eyebrow at Inkaro as the guy blankly stared upon the glowing sea of pink leaves stretching out ahead of him. "Something on your mind?"

  "Hmmm?" Her question caught the guy in the middle of his thought process and brought the guy back to reality. Keeping hold of it for just a moment longer, Inkaro shook his head, dismissing whatever thought had occupied his mind: "G.Galore spotted something interesting on the W.I.S.N while I was bringing Inoni back home, I was... judging whether driving in Mal-Co or flying would be more convenient."

  "And knowing you, it has something to do with a magic-related disturbance? Also, you can't fool me with that switch up," Lizu teased somewhat sternly, "Another also, I vote for the one with all the pillows."

  Roughly thirty minutes later, Mal-Co bounded down a wavy road that was surrounded by open plains of metalic, pale blond grass. The surrounding blades swished and swayed in the gentle breeze, with Enetha watching the metallic-like flora dance like little coordinated ballerinas, as the six-wheeled vehicle trucked on smoothly. She had her forehead pressed against the door-imbedded window, hoping to get a better view of the performing grass blades. Although she enjoyed the sight rushing past, the little princess did bring herself to pry her attention physically away from the window and peer towards Lizu lying on her bed in the back.

  "I appreciate you finding my presence pleasant enough to invite me on this trip of your wishing," Enetha stated politely while sitting professionally and astutely in the front passenger seat and lightly bowing.

  Perching herself up on her own tail to minimise her energy expenditure, Lizu cheekily winked at Enetha before stating, "Of course, I find you pleasant to be around. You're too cute to not be around, and the moment Inkaro mentioned where he was going, I just knew you'd love joining in, so not inviting you wasn't an option."

  "I see...," Enetha murmured meekly while quickly returning her gaze to the door window and already clacking two of her Mould Breaker chess pieces together by their heads. Clicking and clacking away, she used the sounds of the colliding pieces to preoccupy herself from that 'cute' comment Lizu made. Such a reaction from Enetha left Lizu snickering inside her mind.

  "Creator, should I do another check for any more information from W.I.S.N?" G.Galore asked as she propped herself against the windshield. With her position secured, she stood proud on the middle of the dashboard with an actively updating map on her phone screen half, acting as a directional guide for Inkaro. Inkaro shook his head, and G.Galore contentedly beeped. "Understood."

  With that, Inkaro continued to drive whilst nothing else of note occurred, or so it would seem to Enetha as she barely paid attention to the environment outside Mal-Co. As the segmented wheels spun away like nothing was out of the ordinary, G.Galore noticed something peculiar. The sentient grimoire briefly considered that the discrepancy between her internal calculations and the data she received was an error on her part. But when the logic issue went on for more than five seconds without her being able to correct it, she knew something was up: "Creator. Is it just me, or has our distance from our destination not changed in thirty seconds?"

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  The wheels turned, but Mal-Co remained in place. Inkaro, having known something was off from a more visual standpoint, lightly smirked.

  "So it would seem," Inkaro remarked, excitement bountiful in his voice, as he calmly peered through his rear-view mirror. In the reflection, Inkaro spotted a truly dazzling sight that only he would find interesting, instead of the terror a normal person would've felt. "A mana vent, huh?"

  Hearing the odd and muted screeching sound of the tyres, Lizu exhaustedly yawned before pulling herself up high enough to look through the rear window. Rubbing her eyes momentarily to clear up her vision, Lizu quietly observed the swirling mass of mana jutting out a few feet back on the road Inkaro had just driven over. Eyeballing the composition of the mana's colours, being mostly grey with a few rogue colours, Lizu mostly deduced what the mana vent was: "It must be expelling spatial-type or magnetic-type mana that's creating an attraction force. Although that would be obvious even to someone without my observation skills."

  Only now noticing the sudden dip in acceleration to a motionless crawl from Inkaro and Lizu's comments, Enetha popped her head as she stood on her seat to get a better view of the situation.

  "You two seem surprisingly calm," Enetha commented as she rummaged through her kitsune-themed handbag for Silver King Golem's chess piece. But in the middle of pulling chess piece mode SKG out of her handbag, a simple thought crossed the little princess's mind, one that she openly stated with the utmost confusion. "But aren't mana vents supposed to only form in Teulani Archipelago?"

  In a flash of green, Mal-Co was blipped outside the impromptly manifested mana vent's range of attraction, whilst Lizu mulled over Enetha's question with her hands on her horns to perplexedly itch them.

  "Huh... didn't account for that," Lizu murmured aloud, only committing such an obvious fact to her conscious thought process when Enetha brought it up. It took all of three seconds for Inkaro to put Mal-Co in park and heavy handedly forcing the door open.

  "All the more reason to experiment and investigate," Inkaro declared boldly to Enetha's words, already most of the way out the driver's side door with G.Galore fluttering close beside him. As quickly as he'd landed on his feet, Inkaro zipped right for the magical phenomenon that possessed the strength to bring the six-wheeled Mal-Co to a stop, but not going within the mana vent's pull of influence recklessly.

  "Aren't you going to stop or join him?" Enetha asked calmly as she took the opportunity presented by the absence of Inkaro in Mal-Co to stretch out her cloth-like appendages. She and her six extra limbs shuddered at them reaching full reach, not a single crease or fold in them to be seen.

  Lizu shook her head contentedly.

  "First come, first... whaterver, and all that," Lizu mumbled disinterestedly, taking this prime chance to take a nap, knowing Inkaro would be preoccupied for at minimum an hour. Enetha slumped her shoulders and cloth-like limbs, alongside a deep sigh, at the response she'd received, unsure if her mental tribulation was her own fault for expecting any other answer out of Lizu. So instead of worrying over the impossible task of getting Lizu to give up on sleeping, Enetha plopped her butt back in her seat before instantly checking the newest message she'd received from her MOTHER contact.

  Meanwhile, in the pristine and shining, pastel cream white halls of The Church's central cathedral, the cardinal-turned-bishop marched swiftly and exhaustedly, catching the eye of many of the resident nuns and priests. Although it wasn't he in himself that drew their eye, or the thing he carried. No, it was the out-of-place legion of full-sized Morilores trailing behind him, ensuring their task of getting the infux mana converter to wherever it needed to be was achieved.

  Trying his best to distance himself from the mana projection girls, Vergilou stared at the seethrough container containing the infux mana core device thing the pope wanted to replace the current one with. However, the Morilore's united babblings made the act of ignoring them tantamount to impossible. He deeply sighed.

  "If Inkaro and Lizu are one thing, it's efficient. Choosing to keep them as anonymous craftsmen was certainly the correct option back then."

  "You really have a bad habit of saying things in earshot of people that go against your interest, Vou," an exhaustedly energetic sounding woman stated to Vergilou. The angle at which the voice travelled to reach Vergilou brought the cardinal to a stop, followed by the Morilores tumbling over one another from the frontline squad abruptly stopping in their tracks, leading to the natural display of gravity. The sight of the piled-up Morilores mildly amused the short woman, who had the presence to stop Vergilou with her voice alone, as she swayed back and forth.

  "What's with the cloak?" Vergilou vaguely gestured to the churchly robe covering the height-lacking woman, to which she cutely cackled that the Morilore instantly recorded.

  "The card weaver recording us currently is too lazy to describe me this chapter!" the cloaked woman stated boldly and proudly while striking a dramatic pose. Vergilou wasn't in the mood, so he continued on his way, leaving the cloaked individual to pose to her heart's content until ultimately realising the guy was long gone. She pouted. Kick the floor a little, sighed a little, before trotting her way after Vergilou.