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To say that Nepgear couldn’t believe her eyes would be an understatement. Even if she was the one who had the plan to do this whole paradox-cleaning operation, it felt like a dream to her.
If she had actually fused the timelines, then why is it that only she seemed to remember?
“Everyone is acting so normal… Is this a dream?” The incredulous voice of the Planeptunian Candidate was worrying to the rest of the goddesses and candidates. The one who seemed most worried was none other than Uni, of course.
“What are you talking about? You really are acting weird.” Lastation’s candidate tried to approach Nepgear, but before she could try to see if she had a fever or had drank one of IF’s drinks by error, Histoire called their attention.
The Oracle, a girl no taller than half a meter who stood seated on a flying book at all times, spoke in a soft and polite voice “Look! Our guests from the PC continent are here!”.
I would like to speak of everyone’s thoughts about what happened, what was going through the minds of the goddesses, or even more importantly, the Candidates.
Regrettably, I am under many oaths and I would prefer not to break them. Don’t worry too much about it though, the truth will present itself in a neatly arranged manner befitting of an Ancestor, once the time is due of course.
What I can confidently say is what Nepgear felt once she saw the guests in question.
It wasn't simple bewilderment at seeing a new candidate like her sister expected, nor was it a desire to accommodate for the newcomer like Uni expected.
No, it was a stronger response as a whirlpool of feelings and thoughts took root inside the lilac haired girl.
Happiness at seeing her BFF with a smile again, selfish joy for her efforts succeeded, fear that Maho also lacked the memories of their past adventures.
It was overwhelming, and as Nepgear had never been good at containing her emotions, she naturally acted on them.
She jumped into Maho’s arms, crying due to their reunion.
What came after is something of a blurry period for Nepgear, but suffice to say…
The two warrior maidens finally reunited.
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We all know that won’t be the end so let’s shift our attention to the antagonists, shall we?
There were two of them, shrouded in shadows inside what looked to be a bathroom inside a factory. The first of them, a woman you will all recognize as the Deity of Sin, Arfoire, said in an uncharacteristically quiet voice.
“Just Histoire? Is that the full price for your servitude?” Her calm voice allowed their conversation to go ignored in the rowdy factory.
“While she isn’t at the level of the white princess, she is still that very eternity I seek. Having her recognize me as tears of despair turn to joy will be my greatest treasure to date.” The one who answered did it in a feminine voice, declaring with twisted desire her aims.
“Agh, at first I thought you were just some creep but you are way beyond that, your name was Michael, right?” Arfoire’s words brought a low laugh to her ally, one that garnered some attention from the other people in the bathroom.
To be precise, a woman in a cubicle shouted.
“Can you two flirt somewhere else?!” The exclamation instantly brought a smile into Michael’s face, the same smile you make when someone makes a poor joke you are fond of.
“Indeed, this Michael Roa Valdamjong is going to be your partner in crime, Arfoire. After all, our pact is the only thing stopping me from needing blood and I am thankful for that.” With those words she bid a last goodbye.
Incredible isn't it? The endlessly rebirthed Serpent of Akasha has found a new host, even if it's a bit too short for his liking. Well, he had already become accustomed to female bodies before so this isn’t that big of a departure.