(Here it is again, nobody asked for it.)

Angela: Y/N, I'm horny and I require your-

As she opened the door between both her and her assistant, the director of the Library loudly spoke up but swiftly cut herself short. There was a good reason for her to react like this.

On the other side, the man she was looking for was standing near a map pinned onto a wall. By his side, a certain Abnormality known as Queen of Hatred was observing it with a keen gaze. The duo turned their heads in her direction immediately.

Y/N: Hey, we're busy, learn to knock!

QoH: Yea, fuck off!

Angela: Sorry.

Not expecting to be met with such words, she quickly closed the door and then stopped herself. A full second was needed for her circuits to comprehend what she just saw.

Angela: Wait a second-!

She swung the door open for the second time and the scene she witnessed a moment ago was replaced by the both of them sitting on what looked to be luxurious chairs, holding in their hands a cup and a small plate.

The ex-employee was wearing a black suit, a top hat and a monocle on his left eye while the magical girl was wearing a pristine white dress with pink frills, her long gloves elegantly hiding her hands.

The duo took a sip of their drink.

Y/N: Hm~ This is a mighty fine drink, wouldn't you say my lady~?

QoH: Indeed indeed, this is a magnificent refreshment~

Angela: ...What the fuck-

Before she could finish her line, a pair of footsteps approached her and soon enough, someone's head popped up under her arm to take a look inside the room.

Dana: Holy shit, I didn't know Queen of Hatred was british.

Cereb: What's a british?

A third person joined the group forming at the entrance, a few interrogation marks floating above his head.

Dana: According to the books we collected, it seems to be a dead language.

Cereb: ...Aren't you on Yesod's floor? Why would you have books about language?

Dana: If Gebura can't read the shit we bring her then someone has to.

Angela: Alright first of all, both of you, get out!

The AI, annoyed by the back & forth near her ears, turned around and shoved the assistants back into the hallway. They silently fell down on their asses and looked at their aggressor in unison.

Dana & Cereb: Asshole.

Once free of them, she spun around to look at her main concern, only for them to no longer be where she last saw them. In fact, the chairs also were gone too. Both the agent and the Abnormality were laying on the floor with a chessboard between them.

Angela: Second, can you both stop changing what you're doing when I'm not looking?

Y/N: ...No? It's fun to fuck with you.

QoH: ...Checkmate.

Her single word was followed by her opponent slamming the floor with his fist.

Y/N: Anyway, what do you want?

Angela: Your love.

Y/N: Not happening.

Her request was denied with no hesitation from the man she was talking to. That question now dealt with, he snapped his fingers and the game next to him vanished, transforming into golden pages that began to fly in the air to reach the ceiling.

Dana: ...When did you learn to do that?

Y/N: Since chapter one of this series. I'm only growing stronger with each new one.

As he answered her question, a smile formed on his face. His eyes met Angela's and he made sure that she understood what he meant by that.

QoH: Anyway, can you all get out, we're about to have a meeting in a few minutes.

Cereb: A meeting? With who?

QoH: The rest of my team of course!

Dana: Yea... I'll leave, I don't want to be here when the the rest of the clown group arrives.

The librarian working under Yesod's orders hurriedly closed the door in front of Angela's face. However, as she began to make her escape, the machine standing next to her easily grabbed her by the neck while her gaze was fixated on the door.

Cereb: H-Hey, let's calm down for a moment!

Angela: ...

Dana: ...

Cereb: Please?

...

In the next instant, the closed door was destroyed by a projectile used by Angela known as "Dana". The poor employee's limp body landed on the ground and remained motionless, completely knocked out.

Her aggressor stepped through the doorframe and gave a firm glare at the people inside the room.

Just as they said, a small group was formed during the short time the door blocking their view was closed, further pissing off the AI. The regular trio was gathered around a table while a fourth member was resting on Y/N's legs.

Angela: ...

Y/N: ...It's exactly what it looks like.

Completely unfazed by the death flag attached to his head, the man shrugged and placed his right hand on the head of the new member of the magical quad.

King of Greed let out a silent yawn as she began to unroll a large sheet of paper on the furniture. Right by her side, Knight of Despair held in her hands a tray with a few drinks on it, a faint smile on her face.

The final person, Servant of Wrath, was simply resting against the employee's chest, causing Queen of Hatred to foam at the mouth. Luckily for the worker, King of Greed was holding her by the neck.

Angela: What is going on here?

Y/N: Like we told you before, we're having a meeting.

KoG: A very important one.

SoW: Very important...

Cereb: D-Dana, don't go into the light, please wake up!!

Malkuth's assistant dropped next to the unconscious employee and shook her body. A faint cough echoed in return.

Cereb: Dana?! DANA! DAAAAANNNAAAA!!

Y/N: ...That's definitely not helping us set the mood.

The librarian let out a deep sigh as he mumbled to himself. Those words were like a magnet to the AI standing nearby and her gaze locked onto his head.

Angela: Mood for what?

Y/N: An orgy, duh. Why else would we all be inside one room?

QoH: Wait, we're actually having sex?

Snap.

This singular sound caused every single person in the room to freeze in place. It was so powerful that Dana woke up from her comatose state just to express her terror. Looming over all of them was a certain director blinded by rage. Fear emanated from everyone nearby-

...Except Y/N, who was too busy talking to Queen of Hatred.

Y/N: Of course not dumbass, you just ruined the joke.

Angela: Y/N.

Y/N: Hm? Sorry Angela, you're not on the list.

Not picking up the signs like a dense protagonist, the main target of Angela's wrath tried to shoo her away with an uninterested gaze. What followed made him eat his words with a fierce punch alongside it.

The whole Library began to shake, making both the librarians and the Abnormalities look around in confusion. In the middle of it all, the culprit of said event was drilling into employee's soul.

Y/N: ...Wait, we're having a floor realization this early??

Angela: Not on the list huh? How interesting... especially when said list is going to shorten DRASTICALLLY once I'm done with you.

Cereb: ...Wouldn't you still not be on it, even if you cut it in hundred pieces?

A moment of silence followed his question until the woman's head turned to look down at him with a glare. Then, she raised a hand in his direction, causing his head to explode on the spot with a shower of blood falling on the survivors.

Y/N: Holy shit- Isn't this supposed to be a funny side series? This turned grim all of the sudden.

Dana: Cereb! Talk to me, Cereb!!

Completely unaffected by what just occured, Yesod's helper grabbed the headless employee's body and shook it around like how he did with hers. A bead of sweat fell from everyone's face as this occured.

Even Angela's.

QoH: There's no way he's-

The corpse gave a thumbs up to the girl with a ponytail calling his name.

Y/N: There it is, I knew this wouldn't turn super serious.

Angela: All of you shut up!

A wave of heat surged through the entirety of the room, forcing the man sitting near the magical girls to shield his face. Sensing the shift in the air, the squad around him faced their opponent.

Queen of Hatred brandished her staff with a grin on her face, finally able to fight against a villain without holding anything back.

King of Greed showed a confident smile as she tightened her golden glove into a fist. Her eyes showed no fear against their enemy.

Servant of Wrath slowly got up from Y/N's lap and took a singular deep breath before arming herself with her hammer

Knight of Despair still held her tray of drinks. She hurriedly glanced around in desperation and slowly placed it on the table in an attempt to not spill the liquid inside any of them. This caused her to bump her knee on the corner of said furniture and curl into a ball in pain.

Finally, the librarian stood up from his seat and grabbed the girl on the floor in a princess carry before placing her back on her feet.

...

The tension grew between both groups and the vibrations felt throughout the entire Library only grew worse.

Getting tired of dealing with these movements that made it impossible to concentrate, a certain girl entered the room, followed by the rest of the cast who hasn't appeared yet since the start of this chapter.

Malkuth: What's going on here?! I can't focus on having weird fantasy with all of this happening!

Right behind her, a sleepy Hod made her appearance through the doorframe. She was wearing a dark orange pajamas and held a small plushie in her hand that looked like the man siding with the magical girls.

The Patron Librarian of History took notice of it instantly and shifted her attention to the barely awake Sephirah.

Malkuth: Where did you get that?

Hod: ...I made it.

Completely ignoring the emergency in front of them, the duo IMMEDIATELY fought: one trying to steal the Y/N plushie from the Patron Librarian of Literature while the other defended her carefully made creation with her life.

This struggle continued until a woman looked down at the both of them: Gebura. Both Hod and Malkuth froze in fear and watched the grand Fixer grab the object they were fighting for while heaving a sigh.

Gebura: Are you both seriously fighting for something like this?

Morgan: ...C-Can I get one later miss Hod?

The agent working with Roland quietly asked the Sephirah who made the item, fearing that she might get judged.

Hod: ...Sure.

Malkuth: Hey, I want one too!

Soon enough, the arguments resumed until the Red Mist herself decided to take the plushie away for the sake of stopping them.

Anyway, returning to the more important side of this story.

Y/N: Looks like the final boss has decided to show herself earlier than expected. It's not gonna change the fact that I'm gonna kick your ass and drag it across the floor but I have to admit that you have some courage to do so.

With a smirk on his face, the librarian readied the book he carried with him. Sensing this change, the magical girls also prepared themselves.

Qoh: Villain, you have finally shown your true colors to us... except we knew from the start but we're not gonna mention it.

KoG: Ahem, with the power of Happiness-!

SoW: Courage-!

KoD: Justice-!

QoH: And Love!

Y/N: We have deemed your being as evil and you shall be purged from this wicked land!

As they continued their speech, each member of the team took a pose, ending with the librarian extending a hand towards the machine in front of them. His shadows began to contort once his words reached the AI and grew to reach his height.

Once done, details formed until a sixth shape stood right behind the employee: a jester made of pure black and white, devoid of any coloration. The unexpected person simply stood behind Y/N, acting like a looming devil.

Roland: ...At least I'm not stuck wearing this thing.

The Grade 9 Fixer took notice of that new addition from the doorway and let out a deep breath of relief.

Angela: I haven't done anything wrong, I wanted an actual life and I got myself one!

Y/N: Oh you go yourself one for sure, just not a very good one.

QoH: We're here to rectify this mistake!

Just as they were about to start, however, a duo pushed past the horde forming near the door and rushed inside.

Hava: Just in time for a boss battle, nice~!

Alter Ego: I-I got bandages in case anyone gets hurt!

Angela: You!

The second voice caused the director currently causing the Library to shake so violently to turn her head, eyes full of hatred towards her.

Angela: I'll make sure to kill you for good. Your existence is a thorn in my side.

Alter Ego: ...That's mean.

Y/N: Alright, enough talking, time for you to eat the floor!

With no hesitation, the employee working with the Abnormalities behind him charged at the Pale Librarian, grabbed her head and slammed it against the floor, making all conversations around stop.

Gebura: I taught him well.

Angela: Once I get my hands on you, I'm making sure you won't walk for the next 3 days.

Y/N: You don't have much going for you except the tits so I'll pass.

An eruption of flame followed his taunt, sending him away and giving some time for the woman to get back on her feet.

It looked like the battle was going to start for real. The witnesses observed the spectacle, making sure to keep their distances.

Morgan: ...A-Are we going to have a real battle?

Hava: In this side series? Hah, nope!

Alter Ego: But they're going to-

Hava: Tiiiiiiimeskip!

...

Y/N: Wow, that was an intense battle, phew!

Cereb: ...That's an asshole move author.

Dana: C-Cereb, your head grew back! How?!

Cereb: ...

Realizing the sudden mistake that he made, the employee assisting Malkuth laid back on the floor and closed his eyes, pretending to be dead.

Not taking his shit, Dana grabbed him by the neck and forced him back on his ass. A weak cough was all that came out of his throat once her hands let go of him.

Right beside them, a fully knocked out Angela was sprawled out on the ground, a crater around where she was. Her back was stabbed by many rapiers and her body was covered with bruises and a green liquid originating from Servant of Wrath's hammer.

Y/N: Look at that, we beat her AND we gave her a Roland cosplay.

Roland: ...I don't know how I feel about that last remark.

The guest working with the Library awkwardly kicked the floor, feeling some drops of sweat fall down from his face.

Alter Ego: ...

Overwhelmed by everything that is currently happening right in front of her, Alter Ego's head began to emanate smoke before her body collapsed. Hava quickly caught her and dragged her out of the room.

QoH: Looks like another victory for justice!

KoG: Didn't even break a sweat.

The magical girls completely ignored the attention they brought onto themselves and exchanged some pleasantries along with a few words congratulating each other. Near them, Y/N silently watched the unconscious AI.

The jester standing behind him slowly stepped closer and crouched down to poke her face, no reaction.

Y/N: Roland, can you take her back?

Roland: Sure... but you know what's going to happen when she wakes up, right?

Y/N: I knew the moment I slammed her head into the floor.

The librarian sent his farewell to the Grade 9 Fixer and shooed everyone out of the room. After all, despite everything that occured, him and the magical girls were here for a special meeting.

Now all on their own, the man spun around to look at the Abnormalities grouped together and clapped his hands to catch their attention.

Y/N: Alright everyone, despite our... issues, we can finally begin our meeting!

QoH: Yea!

The four members immediately went back to work. King of Greed cleaned the map she placed on the table, Queen of Hatred was looking through some sheets of paper, Servant of Wrath simply jumped back in her seat and Knight of Despair was shedding tears upon realizing that the drinks she brought were spilled.

Taking notice of her sorrow, the agent placed a hand on her shoulder and used his other hand to snap his fingers, causing the Light around his palm to grow brighter until it transformed into one of the drinks that were on the floor.

Y/N: It's fine, don't worry.

KoD: ...

She quietly nodded back and sat down in her seat, allowing the last one standing to take his position in front of all of them from the other side of the table.

The silent jester remained behind him, watching the 4 members of justice look at the librarian.

Y/N: Servant of Wrath, you brought what we need?

SoW: Mhm.

The small girl placed on the table a small bag along with some other objects.

The sight brought a smile on everyone's face, the ordeal they went through to get to this point only made the reward more satisfying. Y/N opened his book once more and cleared his throat.

Y/N: Ladies, with this, I welcome all of you to our 3rd session of D&D. Let's resume where we left off last time.

QoH: Oh, I can't wait to finally catch that evil sorcerer!

KoG: I bet it's just a mini-boss, nothing more.

SoW: Or he transforms into a stronger form...

KoD: Let's find out for ourselves, shall we~?

...

...

Morgan: ...What are you both doing here?

The usually reserved girl with extremely long hair asked a certain duo leaning against a wall. The first person was Malkuth and the second Hod and both had an uncertain expression.

The Patron Librarian of History was the first one to speak up.

Malkuth: Gebura walked away with the plushie during the chaos so we're trying to find a way to get it back.

Hod: But...

The trio peeked inside the room leading inside the Floor of Language and saw the red Fixer sleeping on a couch, holding the small plushie with a calm smile on her face. It almost made her look like a small girl peacefully resting.

Morgan: ...Can't you make another one?

Hod: ...But I made it for me.

Malkuth: We were discussing about who would sacrifice themselves to get it back.

...Immediately after she said this, none of them said a single word, fearing that they might get picked to go on a suicidal mission. Tension grew between them until a pair of footsteps froze said pressure with its presence.

Binah: Oh, a strange sight. What are all of you doing here?

Malkuth: O-Oh, nothing!

Hod: N-Nothing.

Morgan: ...What are you doing here?

The assistant turned the question back towards its sender and was met with the usual smile present on the Arbiter's face. She was completely unfazed by their expressions.

Binah: You need not to concern yourself with me. Carry on with your conversation.

Both sides were not willing to pry further and simply allowed each other to go their own way. However, the direction the woman in black was going was straight inside the room they were watching.

Without any fear in her movements, she walked directly towards the sleeping Red Mist.

Morgan: ...She's carrying a bucket in her hand.

Once close enough, her grin widened and a shadow covered her sadistic eyes. She swiftly raised the item she was carrying and emptied its entire content on her head while speaking in a manner completely unheard of coming from Binah.

It was enough to punch the breath out of the witnesses from shock.

Binah: Wake up, bitch.

A downpour of water landed directly in Gebura's face, making her body instinctively stand up. Once she did, her "attacker" swung the side of the empty bucket in her face before finally slamming it on top of her head, properly placing it like it was a helmet.

Now that she was unable to see, the Arbiter snatched the plushie and sprinted out of the room while letting our an evil laugh. Malkuth, Hod and Morgan were bewildered by what they just saw and for a good reason.

Hod: ...Did Binah-

Malkuth: I think I'm going insane.

Morgan: ...?

The trio slowly glanced back at the awakened woman but no movement was seen from her. She was silently sitting in place.

Then, slowly but surely, chills ran down their spine as the air began to burn. The Color Fixer's hands tightened into fists and her body erupted into crimson flames.

Behind her, Dana & Cereb suddenly appeared from behind a wall and began to play the Red Mist's theme as she crushed the bucket with her bare hands. A single sentence left her mouth and made the group by the door panic.

Gebura: I'll tear her apart with my own hands.

Malkuth: I-I have to go!

Hod: M-Me too!

Morgan: ...I-I don't want to die yet.

Their response was instant, all of them ran out of the way and found a hiding place to remain for the next hour until the lady in red calmed down.

Legends say that her path of anger left behind a trail of animosity that can still be felt by those walking the same way-

"Ayiiiiiiin."

Oh for fuck sake- What does she want now?

"I want a Y/N plushie."

Then make your own, we're inside the Light of Possibilities, you can create anything you want.

"I want that one."

...God, if I knew you were going to be a pain in the ass all the time, I wouldn't have entered the Light. Now I understand the hell Y/N went through when he had to deal with you.

"I heard that."

I damn hope that you did!