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"Wait, shit, that means I'll have to go back to paperwork..."

Paperwork. Between Him, Nette, Sileny, and Ardin, that ws the fourth or fifth time she had heard the word. Though They all didn't seem too keen on doing it, and Lorelei hadn't the faintest idea of what such a word could entail; she was secretly jelly of their private paperwork club. Even if it was paperwork.

...Taking a minute to think about it, nearly everyone she had met thus far has been in some way related to this reaper paperwork club. Strange.

"So what kind of crazy misadventures shall we go on today?"

However Lorelei's feeble train of thought was not meant to be.

If it was escapism Ardin wanted, it was escapism he shall get!

...Though looking around there wasn't exactly anything misadventure worthy. Lorelei sauntered off.

Distracting, greasy, and definitely not child-friendly yes, but nothing that would qualify as true misadventu-

Lorelei felt a small indent give way under her.

*Boop*

The ground rumbled and churned (but mostly rumbled) as suddenly a split in the ground opened up and a large spiraling spire erupted from the ground. The ominous structure climbed above the tallest of attractions and had no intention on stopping. The immaculate stonework rose higher and higher, its incredible height bordering on the impossible one would wonder if it would just continue all the way to through sky before the medieval structure's ascent gridded to a halt, just short of ridiculous.

Her cohorts catching up to her, Lorelei would then look over to a sign adorning the entrance of the monstrosity.

"Free treasure inside! :D! See? Look at how happy that face is! You know it's because he got treasure! Would I lie to you? The answer is no! Now come on in!"

Free treasure? Oh boy!



"N-Not at all, sir! Y-You said you had some questions for us, right...?"

Truth be told Mr. X would rather not involve neither Meil nor Meliss, heck probably even talking to them could put them in danger. But he was uncomfortably short on information on the test reality, let alone Opine Frazil. And before he could even think of facing her he would first off need armaments and a plan of attack. Thinking of how to escape the test reality would come after.

"First off-" Mr. X began trying to list off the questions he had mentally compiled, trying to keep them straight to the point.

Then a spire which height was just short of ridiculous suddenly popped into the background.

"What the hell is that?!" The list flew out of the window.