Inside the sickbay, Burushi was facing a real problem with the black-haired boy.
Mainly, the damages he suffered in the ridiculous fight that just happened weren't healing with her magic.
And yes.
The blond heroine remembered the fight.
She not only wasn't frozen in time – most likely thanks to being hoke-full of healing attribute mana – from the window that Zoemi himself made, she had a perfect vantage point to witness the absolute insanity of what was happening.
She couldn't wait to talk with Zoemi about the whole Heavenly Star Nation thing – not to mention why the man with a leucism was calling out loud the names of zodiac signs before pulling off some insane moves that seemed to bypass mana completely.
There definitely wasn't anything like that in the game both of them played – but since this world wasn't a game at all, that wasn't all that surprising.
What was surprising and worrisome, was the declaration the white-haired, self-proclaimed florist made before disappearing.
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