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The summoner's main flier team was relaxing in a castle lounge constructed just for them. Although she told every hero that she loved them all equally, it was clear from the love, care, and power she provided to them that the flying group was greatly favored. None of them complained. (Valter would, if only because he hated working with the other imbeciles, but then Cherche's blasted wyvern would swallow him whole.)
"What do you think the news is going to be?" Palla asks excitedly.
Across from her, Cherche is seated properly in an ornate chair. "It would be simply splendid to have more cute accessories, wouldn't you say?" she asks back. "My sweet Minerva would love to chase around enemies wearing reindeer antlers!"
The two men in the room listened, but scoffed at the ladies' tomfoolery.
"More power," Michalis says simply.
"A new lance," Valter adds.
Just then, the summoner bursts in, a shiny goblet in her hands.
"Power juice!" she yells, running up to Michalis and shoving it in his face.
Feh the owl is close behind. "Summoner? That's not what you're supposed to do!" she whines.
Unfortunately, Michalis heard the word power and downed it.
"How many more times until he's maxed out?" the summoner asks Feh giddily.
Feh sighs and flaps her wings. "Seven."
"Curses."