No Wonder-No Wonder

Wanderers are lost without an Airship.

That was exactly what Pastel's Party was.

Pastel crouched in front of the Campfire. She wrapped her arms around her legs and spaced out, staring at the fire.

Mr. Pepperoni Pizza also sat across from her, blankly watching the flames.

Having our future and hope—the Fairy Lump—robbed by the wicked and insidious United Kingdom Commander, we now had nothing to do.

"Sniff."

Pastel wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Tears hadn't actually come out, but sitting around a campfire like this made her feel sentimental.

To think that the Pizza Alliance she had formed with Mr. Pepperoni Pizza to hand her Dad a glass of Refreshing Lemonade had run aground before it even started.

Was there no such thing as a peaceful Family Relationship in my life?

Lord Demon stared piercingly from the seat next to her. Lord Demon was the only one completely detached from the damp and sorrowful atmosphere...