"My Mistress, the battling has begun. Should I intervene?"
The Gardener stopped holding her chess piece, startled. Dropping it, she shook her head. "No, no, that's quite fine…. It appears we shall never get to finish that game after all. You were always a sore loser Me. Sakuya, I want you to hold the fort down. I shall deal with these invaders myself."
"Ye- Yes, my mistress…. What about Depression on the surface?"
"Don't worry about him. He can handle whatever is thrown his way. After all, he has the most powerful Stage of them all." She said, standing up twirling her umbrella around. "I sure hope you keep to that promise of ours, Alton Brantley. Let's see just how much stronger the Child of the Garden has gotten."
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