Midnight.
Greenhill Mansion.
Zheng Su 123's bedroom.
The three Great Elves, Poseidon, and Su Ya—five little critters altogether—were crowded on a big bed, burying their heads under the covers and arguing about something in low but intense voices.
The Ruby Ring that belonged to Belfinger was lying quietly on the velvet cloth between the five little heads, sending out a faint ripple of summoning Magic Power.
"—This time it's my turn!"
Zheng Su Shan knocked her little fist down in annoyance, but unfortunately the fist just sank into the quilt, not producing the slightest bit of momentum.
"—But, you've been grounded by Miss!" Su Ya reminded her very seriously. "Miss's grounding Magic is super powerful! The moment you leave the mansion, she'll know right away…"
"Then what do we do?" Zheng Su Shuang bit her finger.
