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“Yo, Libi, you hear anything about Ailen?” Gimmegee asks this question, sitting at her favorite seat at her favorite cafe. “I was going to join her after I finished my studies, but she’s not answering any of my contact spells.”

Libi slides a freshly-baked pie into a box and loads it onto her trolley full of such packed confections. She seals it with a sticker bearing the likeness of the Bakery’s owner, winking toward all the soon-to-be satisfied customers. “No, she hasn’t been around here,” the baker’s assistant says.

Gimmegee humphs, kicking her feet and sitting with her palms on her cheeks. “How the hell am I supposed to relax from a rough study session if my gal pal is out having fun at the carnival around me?”

Libi pushes her trolley out onto the main floor. “You ever think about maybe just looking for her there?”

“Guh, as if I’d go to the carnival alone. How much of a loser do you think I am.”

“Alone, are you?” Libi asks, quirking an eyebrow and looking at the order of three rather large cookies in front of the gnome.

“I’ve burned quite a few calories exercising my brain, thank-you-very-much.”

Libi rolls her eyes. “Whatever. You may not want to go to the carnival alone, but I must make this delivery there, so I can’t talk anymore.”

“Fine by me. I’ll make my own fun,” Gimmegee says, humming to herself as she bites into one of her cookies.

Libi wheels the trolley out and toward the park. That should allow her to get there quicker than walking through the streets.

As she leaves, Gimmegee looks around and pulls a small scrying stone from out between her tits. “Alright, you two, she didn’t come here. Now what?”

“We’re investigating some rumors of potential disturbances in the park,” comes the voice on the other side.

“The park…?” Gimmegee hops up. “Oh, fuck. Libi!”

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Libi rolls the cart through the park path. At the same time, the sounds of jaunty music and laughter fill the air., though soon, her delivery crosses paths with a few officers of Justiciar, who tap the trolly with their man catchers and shake their heads.

Careful traveling through her, miss,” says one of them.

“We’ve been getting strange reports for the past few hours. You’ll need to take the long way around.

“Are you kidding me?” Libi grumbles. “I’m just heading towards the carnival.

“We’ve been dealing with a serial molester, ma’am. You don’t want to mess with that. Trust us.”

Libi’s heart thumps in her chest. “Someone’s been… messing with people on the road here? Between here and the carnival?”

“Yes, and we’re advising people to take a different route until we apprehend them.”

“But not ordering people?”

“Well, no, but.”

“That’s good for me!” Libi says, pushing her way past the officers.

The judicators look at each other and shake their heads.

“Such depraved people are those who live in Anteronia.”

Libi keeps moving her trolley along the path, passing through tunnels of trees where runners often take their daily runs and where specific individuals might jump someone passing through.

“Honk.”

Libi freezes, a chill running down her spine. She whips around, holding a hand up, catching the slapping attack of a clown wielding a rubber chicken.

The clown watches her with wide-eyed amazement. Libi stares into those eyes with a strange recollection before the clown hops away from her, dropping the makeshift weapon.

“They didn’t say the molester was a clown girl.”

The clown giggles, pressing her fingers into her dimples.

“So, you with the carnival or some freak riding off its popularity?”

The clown responds by leaping over Libi, grabbing the trolley from the opposite end. Libi whirls around, only to have a cream pie thrown straight at her face!

Libi stumbles back, wiping the remains of the dessert from her. With her eyes uncovered, she gasps at the sight of the clown grasping her cart and running off with it!

“Pleck! Get back here, ya crook!”

The clown girl does not heed her. In fact, she plays by her own rules, tossing cookies and cakes and muffins and pies at and toward different passers-by, each of them stunned or surprised, elated, or angered by the random nonsense happening, their emotions flaring from all of the silliness and stupidity that stumbles down the street.

Libi rushes up to follow the confectionary carnage, clutching at her chest. “Oh, you wanna do this, do you? Then, let’s do this!”

Slipping out of the sight of the Anteronians, Libi closes her eyes and forms the sign of a heart around her chest. A pink trail of magic follows her movements until she claps her hands together, the heart traveling over her body. Her clothes disappear, and her body glows. Her eyes blink, the grays turning bright pink. Her irises change to tiny black hearts as well. Soon, a buttoned-up dress forms around her body, boots around her feet, and hair braids in long pink bows.

And Libi disappears. In her place is Purity, champion of the innocent!

The magical girl hops onto a magical disc, flying above the tree line and intercepting the clown girl. She kicks the disk at the trolley, crashing the cart and sending the clown tumbling over it, making her sprawl over the sweets and staining her colorful getup with the frosting and cakeyness.

When the clown finally lifts her head, she gets a full view of the heart-themed hero.

“Stop right there, you!” Purity proclaims, her boot upon the toppled trolley. “You’ve caused enough trouble with your shenanigans, clown. Now, you’re going to get back to Baker’s, and you’re going to pay for every last coin for his carnival cake special.”

Narrowing her eyes, she continues, “That is if you’re not also that so-called molester that the judicators are looking for.

With the creamy filling sloughing off her face, the clown blinks a couple of times, her mouth opening, letting her fake smile fall off her lips. Her tongue rolls out, and she licks languidly at the cream, gulping it down and then giggling.

“Nothing to say for yourself, eh?” Purity asks, cracking her knuckles. “So, we’re doing this the hard way then.”