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One Shot, Part 2 – The Maid Menace

Éclair Ecleir Ecler laid comfortably upon the throne at the top of babel tower when an old man in white robes with a black hooded cloak ran up to him. He appeared to be anxious about something.

"Oh. It's you, sir Ouranos. What do I owe you the pleasure of this visit?"

Ouranos kneeled on the ground. "Éclair-sama, my subordinate has reported an irregularity in the dungeon."

"Your subordinate…?" Éclair pondered for a moment until he remembered Ouranos did have an undead servant by his side when he relinquished the throne. "Are you perhaps referring to that gloomy guy covered in black sheets? Has he considered replacing his ragged clothes to a proper butler suit? White shirt with panel front, a white tie, and a black tuxedo coat?"

"Yes, Éclair-sama. Fels was overrun with joy when he heard you spared thoughts for a being so unimportant as he. He couldn't help but order a new set to be made for him promptly. The best tailors in Orario are working assiduously to create this grandiose attire."

Éclair nodded, satisfied with his subordinate's commitment. "That pleases me a lot."

Ouranos lowered his head even further down. "Your thanks are unneeded, Éclair-sama. Each of us continue to live our hardest every day just so that we can see you smile. Being of service to you is our greatest joy."

Éclair nodded before coughing in his hand – or wing, and put on a more serious expression. "Now then," He clapped his wings, a sign that he was ready for business. "You said there was something wrong with the dungeon?"

"Yes, my lord… An unknown monster spawned from the bottom floors and has been blasting its way out. It appears to be a petite girl in a maid uniform."

Éclair choked on his saliva. "Wh-What? Elaborate!"

Ouranos started to sweat heavily under the pure pressure his master was giving off. "The girl has a projectile type of weapon. Everything that gets in her way is immediately shot down. She never misses her mark…"

"Projectile?! Guh! Where is she?"

"As of now, she is climbing Babel Tower and advances towards the top at unstoppable speed."

"Imp-p-p-Impossible!"

"Éclair-sama… Please take this foolish servant's life as compensation."

Overtaken by shock, Éclair ignores the weeping Ouranos and jumps off his throne looking from left to right. He notices a hallway and starts running down with a clear goal in mind.

'I must escape swiftly!'

Then, with a blur, a form all too familiar appeared.

"Plushie." It said in a monotone voice that would make anyone believe the figure was bored, but Éclair Ecleir Ecler was no fool…

This individual was the automaton, Shizu Delta…

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