The living room fell quiet just after two in the afternoon.
The dazzling autumn afternoon sun pierced through the curtains, its golden rays danced across the dark floor texture like fish in water.
However.
At this Friday afternoon nap hour, no one felt sleepy.
Lanci could have been just a hair's breadth away from a fiery execution.
If the Great Love Poet wanted to, just a few words to upset Talia would send Lanci directly to the hospital.
But the Great Love Poet was in a good mood that day, so she decided to save the soldier Lanci.
"Forget it, squabbling with you would only make me seem petty," said the Great Love Poet, looking somewhat helpless as Talia continued to hold tightly onto Lanci.
She then voluntarily disengaged the summon and turned back into two Magic Cards, one orange and one purple, disappearing from Lanci and Talia's view.
Out of sight, out of mind - she had said all she wanted to say and decided it would be best not to let Talia see her anymore.
"..."