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4.5 Anniversary - Login Stories 1-5
4.5 Anniversary
Login Stories 1-5
Scenario writer: Tsushimi Bunta![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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Plot: Tsushimi Bunta
Login 1 ft. Snow, White, Figaro + Mitile, Riquet
Login 2 ft. Mithra, Rutile + Lennox, Faust
Login 3 ft. Chloe, Rustica + Bradley, Nero
Login 4 ft. Murr, Shylock + Cain, Owen
Login 5 ft. Heathcliff, Shino + Arthur, Oz
T/N: This time around, each episode of the login stories features two title pairs.
4.5 Anniversary - Login 1
ft. Snow, White, Figaro + Mitile, Riquet
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Snow & White: Kenja chan! Happy halfway-day~!
Figaro: Congratulations, Kenja sama. You’ve gone through a lot to make it here to today, and I know you’ve always given it your all.
Mitile: You’ve come along with us on so many missions, and on top of that…
You’ve listened to our troubles time and time again, so thank you very much for being there for us!
Riquet: Please continue your good work as our Sage. March forward, and be not afraid.
If it’s you, Kenja sama, I am certain that history will remember you as the greatest Sage the world’s ever seen
Figaro: Akira sama, the greatest Sage, huh… Now that’d make you a Great Sage worth serving.
Mitile: That’s right! I’m going to work hard too, to become the greatest wizard the world’s ever seen!
Riquet: Let’s work together towards that goal!
Snow: Aaaand now~! With all our love and appreciation for our beloved Kenja chan~!
White: We, all twenty-one of us wizards, have decided to make a veeery special cake!
Mitile & Figaro & Riquet: Woohoo!
Snow: Ohoho! Behold, the cheerfulness of innocents, the cutest sight of all!
Mitile: Ehehe!
Riquet: Thank you very much.
Figaro: As I’ve been told plenty of times.
White: Let’s not forget that we’re cute too!
Snow & White: Kya-kya!
Figaro: Alright, I need you cute children to focus on our task at hand: the baking of the cake layers. Did everyone remember to bring their assigned ingredients?
Mitile: I did! This is flour from the Town of Clouds! My Brother and I personally ground this batch with a millstone!
Riquet: I’ve brought eggs and milk bought from the marketplace in Central Country!
White: Here’s Marcia fruit from the Town of Ice!
Snow: And here’s the five cake moulds, crafted by us twins!
Figaro: I’ll be contributing wizard’s sugar, made by yours truly. Next, we follow the recipe, measure out the ingredients, and mix it all together.
Mitile: Let me help with that! Umm, let’s see… Okay, these go onto the scale… Does this look right?
Riquet: I think we can use a little more.
Mitile: How’s this?
Riquet: It's perfect! Fufu… Wouldn’t it be nice if our cake comes out of the oven as fluffy as Nero’s cakes?
Mitile: Yeah!
Figaro: What are we going to do with the Marcia fruit? Do you want me to just add the seeds into the batter?
White: Yes, that’s the plan. The cake will look extra cute with red polka dots in it.
Figaro: That’s true, but only if it all works out as intended. How about we boil the seeds to a simmer and make it into a jam or syrup?
Snow: But we already have another team in charge of jam. We’re the team in charge of the cake layers, you know!
Figaro: Hmm, well… but this is a cake made by all twenty-one of us, meant for Kenja sama to enjoy.
How should I put it? We’re laying down the foundation for everyone else’s efforts. We shouldn’t take any risks, and we definitely shouldn’t take any risks just to satisfy an urge for amateur artistry or wild flights of fancy—
Snow: Red polka dots are cute though! Cute!
White: They’re cute! We absolutely, definitely, want them in!
Figaro: Oh, c’mon…
Riquet: Marcia fruits are… if memory serves, they’re very sour, aren’t they? Wouldn’t the cake taste sour if we put them in?
Mitile: W-Will it end up sour? I’d… I’d like to respect Snow sama and White sama’s wishes, but that’s…
It’s a cake for Kenja sama, right? So she should have a yummy cake… Figaro sensei……
Figaro: Exactly.
Snow sama, White sama, let’s make Marcia fruit juice. It’ll definitely come out tasty.
Snow: It’ll come out tasty, but…
White: What about a cute polka-dotted cake…?
Mitile: Then, let’s make an additional experimental cake, separate from the cake meant for Kenja sama!
Riquet: That sounds like fun! ‘Experimental’ sounds just like we’re scientists! Let’s experiment by putting in lots of things!
Snow: Indeed, that does sound like fun! In addition to the Marcia fruit, how about I go retrieve some other peculiar foods from our room?
Figaro: If that’s the case… I’d like to inspect the goods before they’re allowed entry.
White: That’s settled then. Our cake-baking’s starting off with a bang!
Riquet: A big bang!
Mitile: Please look forward to the results, Kenja sama!
Figaro: We’ll make sure to deliver you kid-tested, Figaro-approved cake! All together now…
Everyone (Figaro, Mitile, Riquet, Snow, White): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!
4.5 Anniversary - Login 2
ft. Mithra, Rutile + Lennox, Faust
cameos by Snow, White, Figaro, Shylock, Oz
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Mithra: Kenja sama.
Rutile: In honour of today’s halfway milestone…
Rutile & Mithra: We wish you many happy returns of the day!
Lennox: Allow us to thank you from the bottom of our hearts, for being our constant guide, always showing us the way forward.
Faust: To show our appreciation for all the time you’ve spent with us, we’d like to present to you an exceptional cake.
Faust: Now, we’re supposed to make the jam for the cake. Does everyone have their ingredients with them?
Rutile: Yes! I’ve got tychoberries that I foraged from Lake Tycho’s waterside.
Lennox: And I have the rheitaberries from the Rheita mountain range.
[ Miasma floods the kitchen. ]
Mithra: I brought spectre clams, freshly harvested from the Lake of Death.
Lennox: Shellfish in jam is…
Faust: To think you’d bring spectre clams from the Lake of Death… They’re very valuable cursed tools. It’s the first time I’ve seen them fresh in person.
Mithra: I know, right? I brought them with me because I wanted to show them off.
Faust: Still, I think it’s best to stow them away immediately. You’ve got the spirits all whipped up into a frenzy. The Magical Manor’s going to be corrupted by chaos.
Rutile: That bad!?
Mithra: They’re tasty though.
Lennox: So you’ve eaten them before.
Mithra: Some hundreds of years ago, yes.
Snow & White: Is everything alright in there?
Figaro: You guys okay?
Shylock: We noticed something amiss, so…
Oz: Foul thing, begone.
Rutile: Ah… Every country’s sensei’s come running to check on us…
Mithra: ‘Begone,’ he says? I was here first. This is getting on my nerves.
Faust: I’ll cast a protective spell over Rutile and Lennox.
Faust: « satilliqunart mullcreed »
Mithra: Huh? You can’t even handle something this simple?
Rutile: I-I wonder? The shell makes it look just like a tasty conch, so…
Faust: Do not eat it. Do not touch it, either.
Rutile: Y-Yessir.
Mithra: So you really can’t handle it. Well, fine then. This is a marvellous find though, so please give me praise.
Rutile: Oh, umm… Mithra san, you’re marvellous!
Mithra: I sure am.
Lennox: Regardless, Mithra, shellfish is not an appropriate ingredient for jam. Do you have another ingredient that might be more suitable?
Mithra: I know just the thing then. I’ll go look for some fruit.
Mithra: « arsim »
[ Door sfx ]
[ The miasma fades. ]
Faust: Whew… Rutile, please tell the group outside that there’s nothing to worry about.
Rutile: Everyone, it’s all good in here now! Thank you for checking in on us!
[ Five sets of footsteps leave the kitchen door behind… ]
Lennox: It looks like their concerns were put to rest, so they’re leaving us be.
Faust: Now, let us return to our task at hand: simmered clams, was it?
Lennox: Jam. We were about to make jam.
Faust: Right.
Rutile: Let’s start with boiling the fruit with sugar and liqueur. First, I’ll put all the fruit into the pot…
… then start the fire with magic!
« allitnic setomaoje » !
[ Bubbling… ]
Faust & Rutile & Lennox: ………
Lennox: It’s starting to give off a fruity fragrance.
Faust: Indeed.
Rutile: Right? It smells sweet and tart all at once, how decadent!
Shall we do a taste test? Alright, here you go… Faust san, say ‘ahh’.
Faust: Me?
Rutile: We’re doing a taste test. You have the honour of being first!
Faust: Haha… I’m good. Lennox, you’re up.
Lennox: Okay.
Ahh.
[ Rutile feeds Lennox some jam. ]
Rutile: What do you think, Leno san?
Lennox: Mm. It’s sweet and tart and decadent. It’s very good.
Rutile: Yay!
Faust: That’s good to hear. I’m sure Kenja will enjoy it too.
Mithra: « arsim »
[ Door sfx ]
Rutile: Look, Mithra san’s back.
Mithra: Here are the fruits you’ve all been waiting for.
Faust: These certainly are fruits I’ve never seen before.
Mithra: Well, they’re rather common in Northern Country. Shall I put them into the pot?
Lennox: Hold on. Let’s make a second pot of jam instead.
And then we can spread it on our trial cake for a taste test. How does that sound?
Mithra: What trial?
Lennox: There's a bunch of cake layers over there labelled ‘Trial Cakes’.
Faust: You’re right.
Rutile: They all look delicious! If they’re not meant for Kenja sama, are they for us wizards?
Mithra: That seems to be the case. I’ll eat mine later.
Rutile: Okay, so now we’ve got to put all our thanks and gratitude towards Kenja sama into this jam. On the count of three…
Everyone (Mithra, Rutile, Faust, Lennox): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!
4.5 Anniversary - Login 3
ft. Chloe, Rustica + Bradley, Nero
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Chloe: Kenja sama! Happy halfway-day~!
Rustica: Congratulations!
Bradley: All these days you’ve spent with us have been a hell of a lot more than just some daily grind. You’ve done a bang up job, Kenja.
The Great Bradley’s been keepin’ a close eye on your growth all this while.
Nero: And that’s nothin’ to scoff at. So to show you a lil bit of our appreciation for you, Kenja san, we’re bakin’ you a cake.
Chloe: But wouldn’t it go way faster if you did it all by yourself, Nero…
Nero: I mean, it’s a celebration, yeah? There ain’t no meaning to it if we don’t all chip in.
Chloe: I guess you’re right! It’s to make Kenja sama really happy!
Rustica: Shall we get down to business? We’ve been put in charge of making the meringue toppers.
Bradley: Top-what?
Nero: We’re making sugar dolls out of meringue that go on top of the cake.
Chloe: That sounds like fun!
Nero: Right? When it comes to making dolls out of meringue, I figure you don’t send a cook to do a tailor’s job, so you’re up, Tailor kun.
Chloe: We’re making meringue dolls that look like the Sage’s Wizards, right? Then, is it alright if I come up with clothes for everyone’s dolls?
Rustica: Yes, of course. As for the rest of us, the duty falls on us to make nude dolls of everyone.
Nero: Er, do they gotta be naked?
Bradley: Ahahah! Stark naked, eh? Now that’s a good one! In that case…
Nero: Oi.
Bradley: ’Sup.
Nero: That’s enough.
Bradley: I ain’t even said anything yet.
Nero: You don’t gotta say nothing with that grin on your face, not when you’re so trigger happy with dirty jokes. The Great Bandit of the North san ain’t got much class.
Bradley: Only kids think nudity is vulgar. Tell me it ain’t so, loverboy of the West.
Rustica: Bradley’s right. He’s an artist.
Nero: What?
Chloe: What were we talking about again?
Rustica: Why, we’re talking about the meringue dolls.
Rustica: Why don’t we leave Chloe to think up new designs for everyone’s outfits, while we go ahead and make dolls wearing everyone’s usual outfits?
Chloe: Sure thing! Who’s making who then?
Bradley: I’ll make ’em for the northern bunch. Tailor, Chef — you two should make most of the dolls. You’re good with your hands.
Chloe: Then, I pick the Western and Central Wizards!
Rustica: If that’s the case, then I’ll go with the Southern Wizards.
Nero: That means I’m making the Eastern Wizards and Kenja san…
Bradley: Hey, make that thing too. Kenja would be happy to see it.
Nero: You mean Saccie san? Then I ought to make Shepherd kun his flock too…
Chloe: Oof, Oz sama’s hair is tricky to get right. You think it’d be alright if I made it just like Cain’s?
Rustica: Oh dear, shaping the clothes is rather difficult. Do you think the Southern Wizards would mind if I put them all in doctor’s coats?
Bradley: You’re askin’ me, so yeah, I’d mind a whole lot actually.
Nero: I mean, they’re all nice people, so they wouldn’t complain.
Chloe: For some reason, this is getting funner!
Rustica: I must say, I agree.
Nero: You do lose yourself in the task…
Everyone (Bradley, Nero, Chloe, Rustica): ………
Nero: …… Urgh… This one’s… Guess I gotta scrap this one…
Rustica: Which one?
Chloe: You mean Heath’s? It’s totally fine! It’s adorable!
Nero: Don’tcha think it’s a bit too cute? He’s like, a pretty boy, so it’s hard to get it right.
Chloe: I knoooow! And then you’ll have to pass the Shino test too!
Nero: Right?
Bradley: Argh, crap. The twins ended up bigger than Mithra.
Rustica: That’s hardly a problem. After all, the twins sensei do take on grown-up forms sometimes.
Chloe: Hey, guys! So, you know, now that we’ve got all these meringue cake toppers…
Bradley: Uh-huh.
Chloe: Before we bake them, how about we get wizard’s sugar from each wizard and put it into their respective meringue dolls?
Nero: Oh, their sugar into their own doll?
Bradley: Now that’s an idea.
Rustica: That’s a wonderful idea. Kenja sama will have a lovely time sampling and savouring the individual flavours of everyone’s unique sugars.
And that’s not all — it’s also a way to ensure that our dolls will definitely house our feelings of gratitude.
Chloe: I know, right! Let’s go collect sugar from everyone!
Bradley: You stay right there. I’ll go get ’em all. Here, I’m leaving this lil’ guy to you.
Chloe: Huh? Who’s this blond Northern Wizard…?
Bradley: ’s me.
Nero: Dude, what. We’ve been workin’ our asses off and looking forward to seeing the final product. You gotta put some effort into making your product resemble its wizard.
Bradley: Listen, man, my hair’s not easy to do up in meringue!
Rustica: Then, when the day comes, please be sure to show up blond.
Chloe: W-Wait just a sec! We’ve got to do this all together before you go collect everyone’s sugar!
Chloe: Here goes…
Everyone (Bradley, Nero, Chloe, Rustica): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!
4.5 Anniversary - Login 4
ft. Murr, Shylock + Cain, Owen
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Murr: Kenja sama! A very merry congratulations to you on this halfway-day~!
Shylock: You, Kenja sama, are the reason that we can live in such peace in this very Magical Manor.
Cain: To show you our gratitude, we’re going to bake you an awesome cake! Just you wait, it’s going to be a real good one!
Owen: The question is, what if it all goes wrong?
Cain: Owen.
Owen: We’re the team in charge of making fresh cream, aren’t we? Hurry up and get started.
Cain: You say that, but I know you’re already making plans to snatch away the bowl of cream as soon as it’s ready.
Owen: Fufu… Who knows. Why don’t you try making some and see if I do?
Murr: Cream, made by Cain, Shylock, and yours truly.
You really wanna eat that?
Owen: ………
Murr: You think that’s gonna be safe for consumption?
Owen: Shylock owns a bar.
Shylock: I do indeed.
Owen: So make the cream. Now.
Cain: Why don’t you do it yourself?
Owen: What?
Cain: You know, according to Nero’s recipe, it’s pretty easy to make fresh cream.
Step one: Add sugar to milk. Step two: Mix. And that’s it.
Owen: Then, you do it.
Murr: Wait a sec! I want to verify some data first!
Shylock: What is there to verify about adding sugar to milk?
Cain: You mean it goes in, just like that? No mixing it or anything?
Murr: Drink it!
Owen: What?
Murr: What, you can’t drink it?
Owen: I can, and I will.
Owen: (drinks) (drinks it all) …
Murr: How was it?
Owen: Perfectly tasty, so what?
Cain: So, we’re all done now, yeah?
Owen: What? Get to mixing the milk and sugar together. Isn’t this supposed to be a part of baking a cake?
Cain: But the cake sponge and jam look delicious and ready to eat…
Owen: What? Stop monkeying around. Take this seriously.
Cain: Did you just… tell me to ‘take this seriously’?
Owen: No.
Murr: Next, I’ve got some water with sugar in it! Drink up!
Owen: Why this again. Ugh.
(drinks) (drinks it all again) …
Cain: You’re telling me that’s… drinkable…
Shylock: My nonexistent cavities have started to hurt.
Murr: Penny for your thoughts?
Owen: It’s just sugared water.
Murr: Which do you prefer, the sugared water or the sugared milk?
Owen: The sugared milk, no two ways about it.
Murr: In that case, that means what you actually like is milk.
Owen: Huh……?
Cain: Shaken by that, huh?
Owen: … No, not at all. I don’t like unsweetened milk.
Shylock: I see.
Owen: Tch… I’m not here to chat. Who cares anymore, just make the damn cream already.
Shylock: Pray tell us, why not make it yourself?
Owen: Why should I? There’s no reason to.
Shylock: And why is that?
Owen: Because I don’t want to.
Shylock: Now, now, don’t say that. Why not give it a chance? To turn one’s desires into reality — t’is a beautiful trait for a beautiful person.
Murr: Who knows, you might have lots of fun with the whisky-whisk part of whipping sugared milk!
[ Owen summons his suitcase. ]
Owen: Shut up. Don’t call me a beautiful person. I hate it. Don’t talk to me about fun either. I hate that too.
Breathe another word of this absurd nonsense, and I’ll treat my dog to a feast of milk and sugar and flesh and bone, and every last one of you.
Shylock: My, my, how frightening.
Murr: Scaa—ry!
Cain: Oh, alright, fine — I’ll make lots of fresh cream, and I’m gonna be so serious about it.
If you want to say that I’m beautiful or having lots of fun, I’m all ears — that’s something I like to hear!
[ Owen smiles. ]
Owen: Hmph. Should have done that right from the start.
Cain: Alright! Let’s get crackin’! Here goes……!
[ Slosh! ]
Owen: Gyah!
Murr: Yowwie!
Shylock: Oya, oya. Now everyone’s been generously splashed with milk.
Cain, it’s best to whisk gently until the cream starts to thicken.
Cain: Wait, really… Okay, how’s this?
Owen: At the rate you’re going, it’ll be sundown by the time you’re done. Use your magic. M-a-g-i-c.
Cain: It’s not easy to be precise with magic… Well, guess it’s just another challenge that I’ve got to overcome. I’ll give it a shot!
Murr: Lemme help too!
Owen: I’ll lend you two a hand as well. I’ll make sure we’re all swimming in a sea of cream.
Owen: « cur memini »
Murr: « eanul rambul »
Cain: « gladius procella »
Shylock: As for me, I shall excuse myself from the kitchen.
That reminds me. Before I go, how about we impart our feelings of gratitude towards Kenja sama into the cream?
All together now…
Everyone (Shylock, Murr, Cain, Owen): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!
4.5 Anniversary - Login 5
ft. Heathcliff, Shino + Arthur, Oz
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Heathcliff: Kenja sama, congratulations on another halfway-day!
Shino: It’s all thanks to you that we’ve come this far. You gotta be confident now, yeah? Feel free to brag about your accomplishments, too.
Arthur: We’ll be presenting you with a wonderful cake as a token of our appreciation and gratitude for you.
Oz: Kenja.
Eat well.
Arthur: Alright! We’re the final team, and we’re in charge of assembling the cake.
We should have everything that the others already prepared: the sponge layers, jam, dolls made of meringue, and of course, the cream. Let’s decorate the cake with all of these!
Heathcliff: Arthur sama. If I may, there’s a small problem…
Arthur: You’ve already taken stock of the situation, I see!
Heathcliff: We have two whole cake sponge layers, five different types of jam, and thirty full-sized barrels of cream.
Oz: …… Thirty?
Shino: Yeah, you took the words right out of my mouth.
Heathcliff: That’s not the problem though. There’s an issue with the meringue dolls — they’re nowhere to be found.
Arthur: The cake toppers? But Chloe said to look forward to them.
Shino: There’s another problem we have to solve. A gust of wind blew through the kitchen, and there’s a bunch of scattered memo papers by the door.
Arthur: What do they say?
Shino: ‘Trial Cake’, ‘Experimental’, and ‘PLEASE READ’.
Arthur: Oh, dear. Each one of these memos is more problematic than the other.
Heathcliff: There’s a message from Figaro sensei written behind the note that says ‘Trial Cake’.
[ Arthur takes the note and flips it over. ]
Arthur: ‘This is a trial cake made with the twins sensei’s medicinal herbs. It should be safe for consumption, but please be careful not to perform any sympathetic magic near the cake.’
Shino: And behind the note that says ‘Experimental’, there’s a message from Faust:
‘Experimental jam made by Mithra. Safe to eat, but there cannot be more than two wizards using their spell-word in the vicinity of this jam.’
Heathcliff: A specific couple of bans on the use of sympathetic magic and concurrent spell-words…
Arthur: Sympathetic magic is substitution magic, right?
Oz: Correct. You make an effigy that matches the appearance of the target, then you add a component of the target’s body or a piece of their wizard’s sugar to the effigy.
Shino: So, this is just my guess, but…
I’m willing to bet that literally everything these memos told us not to do are things that were definitely done in this room.
Oz: How did you arrive to that conclusion…
Shino: Because the guys that’d bother reading these warning notes were all in the earlier teams.
Heathcliff: Right… Nero and Chloe are earnest during tasks, but they tend to lose themselves in the task at hand. They’re blinded by their own focus…
Arthur: Hang on. Wasn’t there a third note that said ‘PLEASE READ’? What about the back of that note? Does it say anything?
Heathcliff: Yeah, there’s something written here. It’s in Cain’s handwriting. Let’s see…
[ Heathcliff flips the note over. ]
Heathcliff: ‘Do not steal helpings of this cream for yourself. If you must, you may eat up to 29 barrels, but you must exercise self-control and leave the 30th barrel untouched.’
Shino: Hey, what, that’s just a personal message. Talk about misleading as heck.
Arthur: Well then! From what I can gather, once we find the meringue dolls, we’ll be able to put together two cakes.
Shino: You. You’ve got a very positive outlook.
Heathcliff: A-Are we eating all the cakes? Including the trial cake and the experimental jam?
Arthur: The notes did say they were safe for consumption…
Oz: ………
Arthur: What’s wrong, Oz sama?
Oz: ………
I sense the meringue dolls…
Heathcliff: So they’re still here?
Shino: He found the meringue dolls? Where?
Arthur: Ah! There they are!
The dolls! They’re moving!
Heathcliff: You’re right!
Shino: Why are they moving?! Aren’t they supposed to be made outta sugar?!
Oz: It’s a result of simultaneous exposure to a rare cursed object, magic, wizard’s sugar, and other effects.
Heathcliff: T-They’re… they’re cute…
Shino: Your doll’s the cutest.
[ Fwoosh! ]
Arthur: Wow, it’s Oz sama! It’s making a beeline for me on its broom!
I can’t help but smile. And the doll looks cool too!
Oz: I fly faster than that doll…
Oz: ……!
Arthur! You’ll fall from the window!
Arthur: Oz sama… You rushed over to the window to stop my doll from falling… You even caught it with your bare hands… I’m so honoured.
Oz: What… should I do with it? This is… Ah…… It’s escaped…
[ Swish! Swing! ]
Heathcliff: Shino! Don’t swing your scythe around!
Shino: I didn’t do that.
Heathcliff: Not you, I wasn’t… not at you… It’s at…
Shino: Look. If that ain’t Kenja and Nero over there. What the— Why are they moving exactly in tune with each other?
Oz: The Kenja meringue doll must have Nero’s sugar in it.
Heathcliff: It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Kenja sama carelessly slouched over like a slacker…
[ Whup! ]
Arthur: I think it’s safe to say that Lennox’s sugar went into every single one of the sheep. Their roundhouse kicks are quite the sight!
Shino: As for the Western Wizards, they’re writing something… Uhh… ‘Eat me’?
Oz: The spirit of wizards of the West is strong in their dolls. They live life in the present.
[ Swoosh…! ]
Heathcliff: Rutile! You’re going to crash into the wall if you fly at such speeds…!
Arthur: Ahh! Mithra dove in and cushioned the crash!
Shino: Huh, meringue Mithra’s a good guy.
[ Whoosh! ]
Oz: Cain…! Halt…!
Argh… Guh……
Heathcliff: Cain’s so nimble! I-I hope we can catch it without damaging it…
Shino: Faust’s gone and burrowed deep into the cake. His doll’s decided to be a recluse. It won’t come out.
Arthur: Riquet and Mitile are absorbed staring at the jam, so we won’t have to worry about losing those two.
…… Oh no! Owen’s eating cream out of one of the barrels!
Heathcliff: Figaro sensei and the twins sensei got into a fight! But I thought they’re not the type to do that normally…
[ Bang! ]
Shino: Ouch! The hell’s up with that blond wizard!? It took aim and shot me with its gun!
Oz: Stand back. I must now incinerate the—
Heathcliff: P-Please, just give us a moment! Chloe and the rest of his team worked so hard to make these meringue dolls, so…
If it’s possible, I think it’d be nice to show Kenja sama everything as-is… Can we do that, Oz sama?
Arthur: Oz sama, I feel the same way as Heath.
These dolls are unique and extraordinary meringue creations. I have a feeling that Kenja sama would love them!
Shino: Yeah. Bet they’d get a big smile out of her. If she finds out that they were turned to ash before she could see them herself, she’d probably be real disappointed.
Oz: ………
Very well.
Arthur & Heathcliff: Thank you very much!
Shino: Aight, so let’s start decorating the cakes with jam and cream.
Arthur: Yeah, let’s! All of you too – all of our little friends – please lend us a hand too.
The Meringue Dolls: ………… ♪
Arthur: Thanks! Let’s do our best with the decorations. We’ve got to show how thankful we are to Kenja sama!
Arthur: Alright then, shall we…
Everyone (Oz, Arthur, Shino, Heathcliff): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!
Login Stories 1-5
Scenario writer: Tsushimi Bunta
bunta_hardPlot: Tsushimi Bunta
Login 1 ft. Snow, White, Figaro + Mitile, Riquet
Login 2 ft. Mithra, Rutile + Lennox, Faust
Login 3 ft. Chloe, Rustica + Bradley, Nero
Login 4 ft. Murr, Shylock + Cain, Owen
Login 5 ft. Heathcliff, Shino + Arthur, Oz
T/N: This time around, each episode of the login stories features two title pairs.
4.5 Anniversary - Login 1
ft. Snow, White, Figaro + Mitile, Riquet
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Snow & White: Kenja chan! Happy halfway-day~!
Figaro: Congratulations, Kenja sama. You’ve gone through a lot to make it here to today, and I know you’ve always given it your all.
Mitile: You’ve come along with us on so many missions, and on top of that…
You’ve listened to our troubles time and time again, so thank you very much for being there for us!
Riquet: Please continue your good work as our Sage. March forward, and be not afraid.
If it’s you, Kenja sama, I am certain that history will remember you as the greatest Sage the world’s ever seen
Figaro: Akira sama, the greatest Sage, huh… Now that’d make you a Great Sage worth serving.
Mitile: That’s right! I’m going to work hard too, to become the greatest wizard the world’s ever seen!
Riquet: Let’s work together towards that goal!
Snow: Aaaand now~! With all our love and appreciation for our beloved Kenja chan~!
White: We, all twenty-one of us wizards, have decided to make a veeery special cake!
Mitile & Figaro & Riquet: Woohoo!
Snow: Ohoho! Behold, the cheerfulness of innocents, the cutest sight of all!
Mitile: Ehehe!
Riquet: Thank you very much.
Figaro: As I’ve been told plenty of times.
White: Let’s not forget that we’re cute too!
Snow & White: Kya-kya!
Figaro: Alright, I need you cute children to focus on our task at hand: the baking of the cake layers. Did everyone remember to bring their assigned ingredients?
Mitile: I did! This is flour from the Town of Clouds! My Brother and I personally ground this batch with a millstone!
Riquet: I’ve brought eggs and milk bought from the marketplace in Central Country!
White: Here’s Marcia fruit from the Town of Ice!
Snow: And here’s the five cake moulds, crafted by us twins!
Figaro: I’ll be contributing wizard’s sugar, made by yours truly. Next, we follow the recipe, measure out the ingredients, and mix it all together.
Mitile: Let me help with that! Umm, let’s see… Okay, these go onto the scale… Does this look right?
Riquet: I think we can use a little more.
Mitile: How’s this?
Riquet: It's perfect! Fufu… Wouldn’t it be nice if our cake comes out of the oven as fluffy as Nero’s cakes?
Mitile: Yeah!
Figaro: What are we going to do with the Marcia fruit? Do you want me to just add the seeds into the batter?
White: Yes, that’s the plan. The cake will look extra cute with red polka dots in it.
Figaro: That’s true, but only if it all works out as intended. How about we boil the seeds to a simmer and make it into a jam or syrup?
Snow: But we already have another team in charge of jam. We’re the team in charge of the cake layers, you know!
Figaro: Hmm, well… but this is a cake made by all twenty-one of us, meant for Kenja sama to enjoy.
How should I put it? We’re laying down the foundation for everyone else’s efforts. We shouldn’t take any risks, and we definitely shouldn’t take any risks just to satisfy an urge for amateur artistry or wild flights of fancy—
Snow: Red polka dots are cute though! Cute!
White: They’re cute! We absolutely, definitely, want them in!
Figaro: Oh, c’mon…
Riquet: Marcia fruits are… if memory serves, they’re very sour, aren’t they? Wouldn’t the cake taste sour if we put them in?
Mitile: W-Will it end up sour? I’d… I’d like to respect Snow sama and White sama’s wishes, but that’s…
It’s a cake for Kenja sama, right? So she should have a yummy cake… Figaro sensei……
Figaro: Exactly.
Snow sama, White sama, let’s make Marcia fruit juice. It’ll definitely come out tasty.
Snow: It’ll come out tasty, but…
White: What about a cute polka-dotted cake…?
Mitile: Then, let’s make an additional experimental cake, separate from the cake meant for Kenja sama!
Riquet: That sounds like fun! ‘Experimental’ sounds just like we’re scientists! Let’s experiment by putting in lots of things!
Snow: Indeed, that does sound like fun! In addition to the Marcia fruit, how about I go retrieve some other peculiar foods from our room?
Figaro: If that’s the case… I’d like to inspect the goods before they’re allowed entry.
White: That’s settled then. Our cake-baking’s starting off with a bang!
Riquet: A big bang!
Mitile: Please look forward to the results, Kenja sama!
Figaro: We’ll make sure to deliver you kid-tested, Figaro-approved cake! All together now…
Everyone (Figaro, Mitile, Riquet, Snow, White): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!
4.5 Anniversary - Login 2
ft. Mithra, Rutile + Lennox, Faust
cameos by Snow, White, Figaro, Shylock, Oz
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Mithra: Kenja sama.
Rutile: In honour of today’s halfway milestone…
Rutile & Mithra: We wish you many happy returns of the day!
Lennox: Allow us to thank you from the bottom of our hearts, for being our constant guide, always showing us the way forward.
Faust: To show our appreciation for all the time you’ve spent with us, we’d like to present to you an exceptional cake.
Faust: Now, we’re supposed to make the jam for the cake. Does everyone have their ingredients with them?
Rutile: Yes! I’ve got tychoberries that I foraged from Lake Tycho’s waterside.
Lennox: And I have the rheitaberries from the Rheita mountain range.
[ Miasma floods the kitchen. ]
Mithra: I brought spectre clams, freshly harvested from the Lake of Death.
Lennox: Shellfish in jam is…
Faust: To think you’d bring spectre clams from the Lake of Death… They’re very valuable cursed tools. It’s the first time I’ve seen them fresh in person.
Mithra: I know, right? I brought them with me because I wanted to show them off.
Faust: Still, I think it’s best to stow them away immediately. You’ve got the spirits all whipped up into a frenzy. The Magical Manor’s going to be corrupted by chaos.
Rutile: That bad!?
Mithra: They’re tasty though.
Lennox: So you’ve eaten them before.
Mithra: Some hundreds of years ago, yes.
Snow & White: Is everything alright in there?
Figaro: You guys okay?
Shylock: We noticed something amiss, so…
Oz: Foul thing, begone.
Rutile: Ah… Every country’s sensei’s come running to check on us…
Mithra: ‘Begone,’ he says? I was here first. This is getting on my nerves.
Faust: I’ll cast a protective spell over Rutile and Lennox.
Faust: « satilliqunart mullcreed »
Mithra: Huh? You can’t even handle something this simple?
Rutile: I-I wonder? The shell makes it look just like a tasty conch, so…
Faust: Do not eat it. Do not touch it, either.
Rutile: Y-Yessir.
Mithra: So you really can’t handle it. Well, fine then. This is a marvellous find though, so please give me praise.
Rutile: Oh, umm… Mithra san, you’re marvellous!
Mithra: I sure am.
Lennox: Regardless, Mithra, shellfish is not an appropriate ingredient for jam. Do you have another ingredient that might be more suitable?
Mithra: I know just the thing then. I’ll go look for some fruit.
Mithra: « arsim »
[ Door sfx ]
[ The miasma fades. ]
Faust: Whew… Rutile, please tell the group outside that there’s nothing to worry about.
Rutile: Everyone, it’s all good in here now! Thank you for checking in on us!
[ Five sets of footsteps leave the kitchen door behind… ]
Lennox: It looks like their concerns were put to rest, so they’re leaving us be.
Faust: Now, let us return to our task at hand: simmered clams, was it?
Lennox: Jam. We were about to make jam.
Faust: Right.
Rutile: Let’s start with boiling the fruit with sugar and liqueur. First, I’ll put all the fruit into the pot…
… then start the fire with magic!
« allitnic setomaoje » !
[ Bubbling… ]
Faust & Rutile & Lennox: ………
Lennox: It’s starting to give off a fruity fragrance.
Faust: Indeed.
Rutile: Right? It smells sweet and tart all at once, how decadent!
Shall we do a taste test? Alright, here you go… Faust san, say ‘ahh’.
Faust: Me?
Rutile: We’re doing a taste test. You have the honour of being first!
Faust: Haha… I’m good. Lennox, you’re up.
Lennox: Okay.
Ahh.
[ Rutile feeds Lennox some jam. ]
Rutile: What do you think, Leno san?
Lennox: Mm. It’s sweet and tart and decadent. It’s very good.
Rutile: Yay!
Faust: That’s good to hear. I’m sure Kenja will enjoy it too.
Mithra: « arsim »
[ Door sfx ]
Rutile: Look, Mithra san’s back.
Mithra: Here are the fruits you’ve all been waiting for.
Faust: These certainly are fruits I’ve never seen before.
Mithra: Well, they’re rather common in Northern Country. Shall I put them into the pot?
Lennox: Hold on. Let’s make a second pot of jam instead.
And then we can spread it on our trial cake for a taste test. How does that sound?
Mithra: What trial?
Lennox: There's a bunch of cake layers over there labelled ‘Trial Cakes’.
Faust: You’re right.
Rutile: They all look delicious! If they’re not meant for Kenja sama, are they for us wizards?
Mithra: That seems to be the case. I’ll eat mine later.
Rutile: Okay, so now we’ve got to put all our thanks and gratitude towards Kenja sama into this jam. On the count of three…
Everyone (Mithra, Rutile, Faust, Lennox): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!
4.5 Anniversary - Login 3
ft. Chloe, Rustica + Bradley, Nero
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Chloe: Kenja sama! Happy halfway-day~!
Rustica: Congratulations!
Bradley: All these days you’ve spent with us have been a hell of a lot more than just some daily grind. You’ve done a bang up job, Kenja.
The Great Bradley’s been keepin’ a close eye on your growth all this while.
Nero: And that’s nothin’ to scoff at. So to show you a lil bit of our appreciation for you, Kenja san, we’re bakin’ you a cake.
Chloe: But wouldn’t it go way faster if you did it all by yourself, Nero…
Nero: I mean, it’s a celebration, yeah? There ain’t no meaning to it if we don’t all chip in.
Chloe: I guess you’re right! It’s to make Kenja sama really happy!
Rustica: Shall we get down to business? We’ve been put in charge of making the meringue toppers.
Bradley: Top-what?
Nero: We’re making sugar dolls out of meringue that go on top of the cake.
Chloe: That sounds like fun!
Nero: Right? When it comes to making dolls out of meringue, I figure you don’t send a cook to do a tailor’s job, so you’re up, Tailor kun.
Chloe: We’re making meringue dolls that look like the Sage’s Wizards, right? Then, is it alright if I come up with clothes for everyone’s dolls?
Rustica: Yes, of course. As for the rest of us, the duty falls on us to make nude dolls of everyone.
Nero: Er, do they gotta be naked?
Bradley: Ahahah! Stark naked, eh? Now that’s a good one! In that case…
Nero: Oi.
Bradley: ’Sup.
Nero: That’s enough.
Bradley: I ain’t even said anything yet.
Nero: You don’t gotta say nothing with that grin on your face, not when you’re so trigger happy with dirty jokes. The Great Bandit of the North san ain’t got much class.
Bradley: Only kids think nudity is vulgar. Tell me it ain’t so, loverboy of the West.
Rustica: Bradley’s right. He’s an artist.
Nero: What?
Chloe: What were we talking about again?
Rustica: Why, we’re talking about the meringue dolls.
Rustica: Why don’t we leave Chloe to think up new designs for everyone’s outfits, while we go ahead and make dolls wearing everyone’s usual outfits?
Chloe: Sure thing! Who’s making who then?
Bradley: I’ll make ’em for the northern bunch. Tailor, Chef — you two should make most of the dolls. You’re good with your hands.
Chloe: Then, I pick the Western and Central Wizards!
Rustica: If that’s the case, then I’ll go with the Southern Wizards.
Nero: That means I’m making the Eastern Wizards and Kenja san…
Bradley: Hey, make that thing too. Kenja would be happy to see it.
Nero: You mean Saccie san? Then I ought to make Shepherd kun his flock too…
Chloe: Oof, Oz sama’s hair is tricky to get right. You think it’d be alright if I made it just like Cain’s?
Rustica: Oh dear, shaping the clothes is rather difficult. Do you think the Southern Wizards would mind if I put them all in doctor’s coats?
Bradley: You’re askin’ me, so yeah, I’d mind a whole lot actually.
Nero: I mean, they’re all nice people, so they wouldn’t complain.
Chloe: For some reason, this is getting funner!
Rustica: I must say, I agree.
Nero: You do lose yourself in the task…
Everyone (Bradley, Nero, Chloe, Rustica): ………
Nero: …… Urgh… This one’s… Guess I gotta scrap this one…
Rustica: Which one?
Chloe: You mean Heath’s? It’s totally fine! It’s adorable!
Nero: Don’tcha think it’s a bit too cute? He’s like, a pretty boy, so it’s hard to get it right.
Chloe: I knoooow! And then you’ll have to pass the Shino test too!
Nero: Right?
Bradley: Argh, crap. The twins ended up bigger than Mithra.
Rustica: That’s hardly a problem. After all, the twins sensei do take on grown-up forms sometimes.
Chloe: Hey, guys! So, you know, now that we’ve got all these meringue cake toppers…
Bradley: Uh-huh.
Chloe: Before we bake them, how about we get wizard’s sugar from each wizard and put it into their respective meringue dolls?
Nero: Oh, their sugar into their own doll?
Bradley: Now that’s an idea.
Rustica: That’s a wonderful idea. Kenja sama will have a lovely time sampling and savouring the individual flavours of everyone’s unique sugars.
And that’s not all — it’s also a way to ensure that our dolls will definitely house our feelings of gratitude.
Chloe: I know, right! Let’s go collect sugar from everyone!
Bradley: You stay right there. I’ll go get ’em all. Here, I’m leaving this lil’ guy to you.
Chloe: Huh? Who’s this blond Northern Wizard…?
Bradley: ’s me.
Nero: Dude, what. We’ve been workin’ our asses off and looking forward to seeing the final product. You gotta put some effort into making your product resemble its wizard.
Bradley: Listen, man, my hair’s not easy to do up in meringue!
Rustica: Then, when the day comes, please be sure to show up blond.
Chloe: W-Wait just a sec! We’ve got to do this all together before you go collect everyone’s sugar!
Chloe: Here goes…
Everyone (Bradley, Nero, Chloe, Rustica): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!
4.5 Anniversary - Login 4
ft. Murr, Shylock + Cain, Owen
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Murr: Kenja sama! A very merry congratulations to you on this halfway-day~!
Shylock: You, Kenja sama, are the reason that we can live in such peace in this very Magical Manor.
Cain: To show you our gratitude, we’re going to bake you an awesome cake! Just you wait, it’s going to be a real good one!
Owen: The question is, what if it all goes wrong?
Cain: Owen.
Owen: We’re the team in charge of making fresh cream, aren’t we? Hurry up and get started.
Cain: You say that, but I know you’re already making plans to snatch away the bowl of cream as soon as it’s ready.
Owen: Fufu… Who knows. Why don’t you try making some and see if I do?
Murr: Cream, made by Cain, Shylock, and yours truly.
You really wanna eat that?
Owen: ………
Murr: You think that’s gonna be safe for consumption?
Owen: Shylock owns a bar.
Shylock: I do indeed.
Owen: So make the cream. Now.
Cain: Why don’t you do it yourself?
Owen: What?
Cain: You know, according to Nero’s recipe, it’s pretty easy to make fresh cream.
Step one: Add sugar to milk. Step two: Mix. And that’s it.
Owen: Then, you do it.
Murr: Wait a sec! I want to verify some data first!
Shylock: What is there to verify about adding sugar to milk?
Cain: You mean it goes in, just like that? No mixing it or anything?
Murr: Drink it!
Owen: What?
Murr: What, you can’t drink it?
Owen: I can, and I will.
Owen: (drinks) (drinks it all) …
Murr: How was it?
Owen: Perfectly tasty, so what?
Cain: So, we’re all done now, yeah?
Owen: What? Get to mixing the milk and sugar together. Isn’t this supposed to be a part of baking a cake?
Cain: But the cake sponge and jam look delicious and ready to eat…
Owen: What? Stop monkeying around. Take this seriously.
Cain: Did you just… tell me to ‘take this seriously’?
Owen: No.
Murr: Next, I’ve got some water with sugar in it! Drink up!
Owen: Why this again. Ugh.
(drinks) (drinks it all again) …
Cain: You’re telling me that’s… drinkable…
Shylock: My nonexistent cavities have started to hurt.
Murr: Penny for your thoughts?
Owen: It’s just sugared water.
Murr: Which do you prefer, the sugared water or the sugared milk?
Owen: The sugared milk, no two ways about it.
Murr: In that case, that means what you actually like is milk.
Owen: Huh……?
Cain: Shaken by that, huh?
Owen: … No, not at all. I don’t like unsweetened milk.
Shylock: I see.
Owen: Tch… I’m not here to chat. Who cares anymore, just make the damn cream already.
Shylock: Pray tell us, why not make it yourself?
Owen: Why should I? There’s no reason to.
Shylock: And why is that?
Owen: Because I don’t want to.
Shylock: Now, now, don’t say that. Why not give it a chance? To turn one’s desires into reality — t’is a beautiful trait for a beautiful person.
Murr: Who knows, you might have lots of fun with the whisky-whisk part of whipping sugared milk!
[ Owen summons his suitcase. ]
Owen: Shut up. Don’t call me a beautiful person. I hate it. Don’t talk to me about fun either. I hate that too.
Breathe another word of this absurd nonsense, and I’ll treat my dog to a feast of milk and sugar and flesh and bone, and every last one of you.
Shylock: My, my, how frightening.
Murr: Scaa—ry!
Cain: Oh, alright, fine — I’ll make lots of fresh cream, and I’m gonna be so serious about it.
If you want to say that I’m beautiful or having lots of fun, I’m all ears — that’s something I like to hear!
[ Owen smiles. ]
Owen: Hmph. Should have done that right from the start.
Cain: Alright! Let’s get crackin’! Here goes……!
[ Slosh! ]
Owen: Gyah!
Murr: Yowwie!
Shylock: Oya, oya. Now everyone’s been generously splashed with milk.
Cain, it’s best to whisk gently until the cream starts to thicken.
Cain: Wait, really… Okay, how’s this?
Owen: At the rate you’re going, it’ll be sundown by the time you’re done. Use your magic. M-a-g-i-c.
Cain: It’s not easy to be precise with magic… Well, guess it’s just another challenge that I’ve got to overcome. I’ll give it a shot!
Murr: Lemme help too!
Owen: I’ll lend you two a hand as well. I’ll make sure we’re all swimming in a sea of cream.
Owen: « cur memini »
Murr: « eanul rambul »
Cain: « gladius procella »
Shylock: As for me, I shall excuse myself from the kitchen.
That reminds me. Before I go, how about we impart our feelings of gratitude towards Kenja sama into the cream?
All together now…
Everyone (Shylock, Murr, Cain, Owen): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!
4.5 Anniversary - Login 5
ft. Heathcliff, Shino + Arthur, Oz
[ Magical Manor - Kitchen ]
Heathcliff: Kenja sama, congratulations on another halfway-day!
Shino: It’s all thanks to you that we’ve come this far. You gotta be confident now, yeah? Feel free to brag about your accomplishments, too.
Arthur: We’ll be presenting you with a wonderful cake as a token of our appreciation and gratitude for you.
Oz: Kenja.
Eat well.
Arthur: Alright! We’re the final team, and we’re in charge of assembling the cake.
We should have everything that the others already prepared: the sponge layers, jam, dolls made of meringue, and of course, the cream. Let’s decorate the cake with all of these!
Heathcliff: Arthur sama. If I may, there’s a small problem…
Arthur: You’ve already taken stock of the situation, I see!
Heathcliff: We have two whole cake sponge layers, five different types of jam, and thirty full-sized barrels of cream.
Oz: …… Thirty?
Shino: Yeah, you took the words right out of my mouth.
Heathcliff: That’s not the problem though. There’s an issue with the meringue dolls — they’re nowhere to be found.
Arthur: The cake toppers? But Chloe said to look forward to them.
Shino: There’s another problem we have to solve. A gust of wind blew through the kitchen, and there’s a bunch of scattered memo papers by the door.
Arthur: What do they say?
Shino: ‘Trial Cake’, ‘Experimental’, and ‘PLEASE READ’.
Arthur: Oh, dear. Each one of these memos is more problematic than the other.
Heathcliff: There’s a message from Figaro sensei written behind the note that says ‘Trial Cake’.
[ Arthur takes the note and flips it over. ]
Arthur: ‘This is a trial cake made with the twins sensei’s medicinal herbs. It should be safe for consumption, but please be careful not to perform any sympathetic magic near the cake.’
Shino: And behind the note that says ‘Experimental’, there’s a message from Faust:
‘Experimental jam made by Mithra. Safe to eat, but there cannot be more than two wizards using their spell-word in the vicinity of this jam.’
Heathcliff: A specific couple of bans on the use of sympathetic magic and concurrent spell-words…
Arthur: Sympathetic magic is substitution magic, right?
Oz: Correct. You make an effigy that matches the appearance of the target, then you add a component of the target’s body or a piece of their wizard’s sugar to the effigy.
Shino: So, this is just my guess, but…
I’m willing to bet that literally everything these memos told us not to do are things that were definitely done in this room.
Oz: How did you arrive to that conclusion…
Shino: Because the guys that’d bother reading these warning notes were all in the earlier teams.
Heathcliff: Right… Nero and Chloe are earnest during tasks, but they tend to lose themselves in the task at hand. They’re blinded by their own focus…
Arthur: Hang on. Wasn’t there a third note that said ‘PLEASE READ’? What about the back of that note? Does it say anything?
Heathcliff: Yeah, there’s something written here. It’s in Cain’s handwriting. Let’s see…
[ Heathcliff flips the note over. ]
Heathcliff: ‘Do not steal helpings of this cream for yourself. If you must, you may eat up to 29 barrels, but you must exercise self-control and leave the 30th barrel untouched.’
Shino: Hey, what, that’s just a personal message. Talk about misleading as heck.
Arthur: Well then! From what I can gather, once we find the meringue dolls, we’ll be able to put together two cakes.
Shino: You. You’ve got a very positive outlook.
Heathcliff: A-Are we eating all the cakes? Including the trial cake and the experimental jam?
Arthur: The notes did say they were safe for consumption…
Oz: ………
Arthur: What’s wrong, Oz sama?
Oz: ………
I sense the meringue dolls…
Heathcliff: So they’re still here?
Shino: He found the meringue dolls? Where?
Arthur: Ah! There they are!
The dolls! They’re moving!
Heathcliff: You’re right!
Shino: Why are they moving?! Aren’t they supposed to be made outta sugar?!
Oz: It’s a result of simultaneous exposure to a rare cursed object, magic, wizard’s sugar, and other effects.
Heathcliff: T-They’re… they’re cute…
Shino: Your doll’s the cutest.
[ Fwoosh! ]
Arthur: Wow, it’s Oz sama! It’s making a beeline for me on its broom!
I can’t help but smile. And the doll looks cool too!
Oz: I fly faster than that doll…
Oz: ……!
Arthur! You’ll fall from the window!
Arthur: Oz sama… You rushed over to the window to stop my doll from falling… You even caught it with your bare hands… I’m so honoured.
Oz: What… should I do with it? This is… Ah…… It’s escaped…
[ Swish! Swing! ]
Heathcliff: Shino! Don’t swing your scythe around!
Shino: I didn’t do that.
Heathcliff: Not you, I wasn’t… not at you… It’s at…
Shino: Look. If that ain’t Kenja and Nero over there. What the— Why are they moving exactly in tune with each other?
Oz: The Kenja meringue doll must have Nero’s sugar in it.
Heathcliff: It’s the first time I’ve ever seen Kenja sama carelessly slouched over like a slacker…
[ Whup! ]
Arthur: I think it’s safe to say that Lennox’s sugar went into every single one of the sheep. Their roundhouse kicks are quite the sight!
Shino: As for the Western Wizards, they’re writing something… Uhh… ‘Eat me’?
Oz: The spirit of wizards of the West is strong in their dolls. They live life in the present.
[ Swoosh…! ]
Heathcliff: Rutile! You’re going to crash into the wall if you fly at such speeds…!
Arthur: Ahh! Mithra dove in and cushioned the crash!
Shino: Huh, meringue Mithra’s a good guy.
[ Whoosh! ]
Oz: Cain…! Halt…!
Argh… Guh……
Heathcliff: Cain’s so nimble! I-I hope we can catch it without damaging it…
Shino: Faust’s gone and burrowed deep into the cake. His doll’s decided to be a recluse. It won’t come out.
Arthur: Riquet and Mitile are absorbed staring at the jam, so we won’t have to worry about losing those two.
…… Oh no! Owen’s eating cream out of one of the barrels!
Heathcliff: Figaro sensei and the twins sensei got into a fight! But I thought they’re not the type to do that normally…
[ Bang! ]
Shino: Ouch! The hell’s up with that blond wizard!? It took aim and shot me with its gun!
Oz: Stand back. I must now incinerate the—
Heathcliff: P-Please, just give us a moment! Chloe and the rest of his team worked so hard to make these meringue dolls, so…
If it’s possible, I think it’d be nice to show Kenja sama everything as-is… Can we do that, Oz sama?
Arthur: Oz sama, I feel the same way as Heath.
These dolls are unique and extraordinary meringue creations. I have a feeling that Kenja sama would love them!
Shino: Yeah. Bet they’d get a big smile out of her. If she finds out that they were turned to ash before she could see them herself, she’d probably be real disappointed.
Oz: ………
Very well.
Arthur & Heathcliff: Thank you very much!
Shino: Aight, so let’s start decorating the cakes with jam and cream.
Arthur: Yeah, let’s! All of you too – all of our little friends – please lend us a hand too.
The Meringue Dolls: ………… ♪
Arthur: Thanks! Let’s do our best with the decorations. We’ve got to show how thankful we are to Kenja sama!
Arthur: Alright then, shall we…
Everyone (Oz, Arthur, Shino, Heathcliff): Kenja sama, thank you for everything!