§ I blew air out through puffed up cheeks, hoping it didn’t ‘show insecurity’ like all the other things Sen wants me to not do. She wanted ‘Miss Hiléa’ to be a confident adventurer. <It’s questionable behavior, but I’ll let it pass,> my adviser commented with amusement. It was just my relief at having finished the spell with the ogress …

§ Many times since the day I awoke to my strangely changed world, having lost three months of what by all reports would have been some remarkable memories, I have been plagued with strange feelings, half-remembered recollections that didn’t fit into the life I knew. Lydia warns me when I reflect too much on them that they are dangerous ‘leaks’ …

§ If the captain had not insisted upon me taking a companion, I could have just used the immaterial form of the [Blood Effigy] and instantly reached the stricken soldier. But I had no time, and I couldn’t show my irritation without explaining my reasons, so I agreed to it. But I rejected the SAS trooper who was going to …

§ The fighting was on hold for the moment. Almost all of us had retreated to catch our breath. But up in the air, the three-way standoff continued a staring contest of sorts, reduced to the three principal combatants as their subordinates regrouped and recovered. For our side, the representative was Lady Serera, and of course, Lady Domerà represented our …

§ I had the maids dress me for a return to bed. I obviously couldn’t wear the Atian fashion with its many petticoats, which would look and feel ridiculous if I were lying on my back, and Lydia felt the Dorian fashion was too restrictive, the way it wraps the female body so tightly. She wanted me to be able …

§ On the sixth day of our interaction, Lydia and I got a day off. Or, to be more precise, my husband ordered me to rest, with Mireia’s supporting vote. Turns out, unlike in a normal marriage, it is possible in a three-way relationship to find yourself outvoted. “He’s right, after all,” Mireia observed as we met for lunch, after …

§ “Rebe Norle Domerà ro!” the lilac-haired beauty with mayfly wings standing mid-air declared with her chin and her sword lifted. “Cenove amoen ralesanhetole zihazelseinla, serofen redaro sëandéli! Öa marvo diacâho!” During my lifetime as Lhan the slave, I never knew any language but the one spoken on my plantation. I didn’t even know what the name of that language …

§ Even the next morning, I was just about dying of embarrassment. I absolutely could not believe Sen got naked and kissed, right there in the outdoors! She and Shindzha even groped each other a little! I know nobody but pixies could see her, but… well, somebody saw her, you know? But Sen insisted I had to go speak to …

§ With our immaterial form attached to her, Shindzha jogged through the woods while using her Darkness-based magic, [Indifference]. It wasn’t a true stealth; nobody would fail to notice if she was using it while walking straight up to them. It seems that it simply turned the sounds and sights of her passing by into a part of the background. …

§ The ‘Lady’ that the pooka mentioned before his escape, the mystery person capable of making such a creature her underling, remained a worrisome unknown, but by Fourthday our encounter with him was more than a hundred miles behind us. At least among the mortals, the theory was that she wisely chose to let us pass without bothering us after …