“Heh… little sister? —『Meteor』!”

The word left her lips, but the world stayed still; Amelia felt doubt prickle like thorns — did the spell fail, or twist sideways?

Rumble—

Light sank like dusk poured from a bowl, heat lifted like a tide, and flames hissed, tearing the air above like knives.

Curiosity nudged her chin up; a scarlet boulder howled down, a blood-red moon falling with teeth bared.

Her mana-sense murmured it was tens of kilometers away, yet it veiled the sky like a storm-dark sail; if it landed, this land would flatten into dust.

Fear bit first; cold sweat crawled up her spine like ants, plans flared and died like paper sparks in rain.

“Ten seconds—”

“Tsk… —『Stone Demon Elephant』!”

Thoom-thrum!!

The earth bucked like a breathing beast; soil heaved and piled toward one point, shaping an elephant, a mountain wearing tusks.

“Roar!!”

It was too big for the horizon; to the tiny Ling, that bellow was a dragon’s thunder, a stone wyrm shaking clouds — fine, call it stone dragon.

Her grumble was a pebble tossed into a river; Amelia hadn’t called the giant to be Ling’s punchline.

The meteor fell fast, now less than ten thousand meters, a sky-blotting curtain — this must be what “day eclipsed” feels like.

When the sky collapses, the tall hold it up; today, the elephant took that burden, a tower of rock under a falling heaven.

Its forelimbs dug, and it reared like a man standing straight; those “soft-looking” hind legs shouldered a mountain’s weight without a tremor.

“Roar!”

The air shattered under that cry; stone met stone, a historic handover writ in thunder — strangers forced into love and war by Amelia and Ling.

What happens when a fast stone hits a still stone? Put down your diagrams — stones collide, stones break, dust drinks the wind.

The elephant’s head spiderwebbed first; the meteor did too, fractures rippling outward from the elephant’s brow like frost on glass.

The sky-blotter was too vast; the elephant crumpled to rubble, while the meteor split into a storm of shards, a wider rain of ruin.

Yet their circle stood safe; inside the elephant’s corpse-shadow, no impact marks bloomed, the ground was a calm pond beneath a hailstorm.

The shockwave? Ling and her crew barely cared; the other two could eat a bruise or two and laugh — besides…

“—『Elephant Chess』.”

“—『Player』.”

“Heh… never thought the mighty Queen feared death —『Hand Charge』!”

“…—『Impact Guard』.”

Twists and turns, but the shield wrapped them before the wave arrived; she was fine, yet her sister needed guarding like jade under cloth.

If anyone scuffed her or tried to bully her… heh~

Amelia watched a dark smile ink Ling’s quiet face, a sly giggle slithering out; she almost reminded her there were ten seconds left.

“Mm… wasted time. Keep going— let’s keep going—『Mas… Master』?”

Bang!

A throwaway word, yet it worked? Surprise cracked like ice — had she actually succeeded?

“Where is this place?”

The summoned 『Master』 stepped through without a face and with a shut-in’s softness, a faceless blob in a stretched T-shirt.

Master or Servant — which was he, called by a spell, dragged by a thread? The question hung like fog and didn’t matter.

He saw Ling and grinned like a boar at a trough; his eyes slid to three Command Seals on his arm, and drool spilled like syrup.

“You’re the 『Servant』 I summoned, right? Heh-heh— let’s test the Command Seals.”

He covered half his “pretty face” with one hand, thrust the other forward — yes, that Lelouch pose, rebellion in a cape.

“In the name of the Command Seals, I order you— let me [beep—] you hard.”

“…”

Ling facepalmed, disappointment settling like ash — first time the word 『Master』 felt this rotten; of all gacha pulls, she drew a doujin creep?

No way her luck was that cursed; impossible; she refused to admit it — she was the kind who got SSRs in seven or eight hundred pulls.

“Heh-heh~ little sister, don’t be scared, Master will be gentle~”

He clearly thought the seals had sunk in; his piggish lines oinked louder, even as Alicia’s face darkened like stormglass.

“Please kill yourself. Now.”

Cold enough to freeze a well, the voice spilled from a loli’s mouth; the 『Master』 shivered, then flushed, spring-heat fogging his brain.

Who knew what barn he grazed in — too many lewd doujins, maybe; he chalked it up to a tsundere poison-tongue loli, or blind faith in his seals.

“Heh-heh~ tsundere poison-tongue loli? My favorite.”

His flabby body sprang up like a jellyfish; he did a split midair, slid three centimeters, and pounced at the “Command-Seal-frozen” loli he imagined.