"Wait a minute, shouldn't we gather all the information about the opponent before the war begins?"
The Magical Girl put on her boots, sat on a rock, and drew her black silk-wrapped legs together.
"Of course. We have an informant inside the enemy's ranks."
Shami saw the time was right to mention the matter of the Dragon Race Maiden.
"What! That tanned beach girl?"
The Elf Maiden's reaction suddenly became intense, grabbing Shami's shoulders and nearly pushing her entire small face into his.
"Why is Shami getting involved with the tanned girl! You can tell she's up to no good just by looking! She's both tanned and well-endowed!"
Shami raised his hands to block the face of the flat-chest blonde, pushing her away with the resistance of a small fry.
"Lureya, you shouldn't speak ill of others behind their backs like that."
