(a)

A bitter cold wind whistled in Alice's ears, and snowflakes brushed the ends of her hair. Marisa rode in front of the magic broom, and she sat sideways behind her, holding the broom pole in one hand and pressing her hair with the other, her blonde hair moving in the wind.

The new broom, the Ultimate Marisa Aurora Comet II, dragged its long tail of light dust and swept through the Lake of Mist that had frozen into an ice mirror. In the distant mist, the huge shadow of the Red Devil Pavilion was gradually becoming clearer.

"Thirty seconds left!" Marisa roared into the wind, "Get ready for battle!"

The blond-haired puppet poked its head out of Alice's neckline and looked ahead with curious eyes. Alice gently touched her head and pressed her back into the warm clothes.

At this time, Alice suddenly had the feeling of sitting on the landing ship rushing to the beach of Normandy, as if waiting for her in front of her was a victorious journey with no return.

"Speaking of which, what color should a Normandy doll be?" said Alice coldly.

"It's the off-white of the parachute!"

Marisa exclaimed without thinking.

"He ain't going to jump no more!"

She hummed a seventy-year-old military song in her mouth, which made the somewhat tense atmosphere just right...... That is, until some green-clad red-haired guy sprang out of the fog without warning and flew right in front of the magic broomstick.

"Oops!"

"I'm dripping mom!"

This collision caught Marisa off guard. The broom, which had lost its direction, carried the screaming two, and slammed them to the ground, throwing snow on both of them...... Luckily it's snow.

As for the guy who knocked them off with his body......

"Yes, what you see is the legendary ......"

The doorman of the Red Devil Pavilion, Red Misuzu, fell to the ground in a chic manner, and put a "Golden Rooster Independence" on the spot, proudly and authentically:

"The black tiger skimmed over the vulture!"

Marisa rolled up from the ground, grabbed the hat that had fallen to the side, and snapped it to her head. She shook off the snow on her body twice, spit out the ice ballast in her mouth again, and scolded:

"Ge Laozi!"

Compared to this reckless man, Alice Margot Royd's way of getting up was much more elegant. She stood up calmly, stretched out her hand to dust off the snow flakes for herself and a few small dolls in her arms, then lifted her skirt, bowed her head, and saluted gracefully, saying:

"Good morning, Miss Red Misuzu,"

"Good morning...... What a!"

Marisa, who was standing beside her, roared, and as soon as she reached out to the air to her right, without even looking at it, the magic broom popped out of the snowdrift and flew back into her hand. She pointed a broom at Red Misuzu's face and shouted at her:

"You guy, you usually sleep like a dead pig, why are you so energetic today, did you take the wrong medicine?"

"Nonononononono, this lovely girl!" said Red Misuzu, shaking her finger vigorously at her, and speaking in an American-like mellow and tactful accent:

"The nest was opened up by a sudden flying knife, and today's nest is no longer yesterday's nest!"

"Huh?"

Marisa listened to this teasing tone, this deliberate accent, and suddenly became angry. She took out her ultimate killer weapon: the mini gossip furnace from her pocket, against the bulging green tendons on her forehead.

"It's a coincidence that I'm not the same person I was yesterday today. She raised the gossip furnace, aimed at Hong Meiling, and said coldly, "I ...... today."

"There is no mercy. ”

With that, the white light of destruction broke through the restriction and erupted from the small box in Marisa's hand.

(b)

The overheated gossip stove emits white smoke, like a revolver in the hands of a cowboy. The magic cannon ploughed a shallow furrow in the ground, extending from Marisa's front to the large iron gate of the Red Devil Pavilion, but finally stopped in front of Red Misuzu.

To be exact, it was in front of the 'other' who stopped in front of Red Misuzu.

"Really, isn't it good to hide seriously, Miss Misuzu!"

The youngest person in the Red Devil Pavilion, Yanhua of the Fire, crossed his arms and blocked in front of Red Misuzu with a wry smile. She had just eaten the magic cannon firmly and head-on, which Marisa could clearly see, but this could not explain why Yanhua was unharmed at this time.

Yan Hua was still wearing her OL uniform, with a few scorched black cuffs and plackets, and there was not a single broken thread other than that. She straightened up, dusted off her skirt, and turned to look at Red Misuzu.

Then Misuzu gave her a warm hug.

"It's very good, Yanhua!"

"Wait a minute, what are you doing!"

Misuzu smiled heartily, two thick red eyebrows floating up her forehead. As soon as she strained herself, she lifted Yan Hua off the ground and lifted it high again—which made Yan Hua very embarrassed.

Yanhua is not short, 1.68 meters, and 1.7 meters tall in shoes, which is also a relatively tall part among women. However, Hong Meiling is 1.95 meters tall, with broad shoulders and thick shoulders, as strong as a buffalo. Standing in front of her, Yan Hua was like a kindergarten child.

Marisa looked at the two from afar, listening to their playful voices, stunned. The anger in her heart was washed away by the consternation, and the surprise did not last long. Soon, she regained her trademark, confident and somewhat naughty smile.

"Hey, you two!" Marisa straightened the big witch hat on her head, pointed at Misuzu and Yanhua, and shouted:

"Let's fight!"

When Misuzu heard this, she put down Yanhua, whose face was getting redder and redder, and the two looked at each other, and then listened to Marisa continue:

"Two-on-two, I, plus Alice, a fair duel for the two of you!"

"Wait a minute, Marisa!" Alice said with some dissatisfaction, turning her head to look at Marisa.

"Don't pull me in!"

"Hey, hey!" Marisa gave her a wicked smile in return.

As soon as Alice saw this smiling face, she knew that all protests were useless, and that she had been forced to pull herself into Marisa's rhythm, so she had to hang her head and sigh sadly, admitting that she was unlucky.

Standing opposite, the big doorman with his back to the gate of the Red Devil Pavilion, Red Misuzu, has almost the same smile on his face as Marisa at this time. She clenched her fists with a "snap", moved her neck with a "rattle", "rattle", and shouted:

"Good, that's what I want!"

"Wait a minute, Misuzu!" Yan Hua looked up at Misuzu's side face and said:

"I guess I'm still ......"

"Hehehe......"

Misuzu smiled evilly and pinched Yanhua's shoulder. Her big hand restrained Yan Hua like an iron tong, and conveyed a very clear message without words:

"You're on the thief ship, accept your fate!"

As a result, Yanhua reacted almost exactly like Alice: she lowered her head, sighed, and gave up struggling.

They are all partners made in heaven.

"Duel to form DAZE!"

Marisa shouted with a high spirit, like Ash from Shinshintown. I just heard her shout:

"If we win, kick open this door behind you and rob all the treasures in the Red Devil Pavilion!"

"Then if we win...... Misuzu pinched her chin and thought for a moment, and replied:

"You two have to help me with the janitor's work!"

"Absolutely!"

Marisa shouted, and raised her hand to throw out the irregular stones she had held between her fingers beforehand, full of magical power. For a while, the gate of the Red Devil Pavilion was full of color, and the battle between bad fate and bad friends began.