Perfidia - Devil Programing

He's gone! Olliebollen said to her. The fairy's words appeared on the long piece of parchment sprawled over Perfidia's desk, the ink fading into existence line by line. The hero is gone! What do I do what do I do?!

Perfidia hooked the fingers of one hand around her forehead and imagined how lovely it'd be to crumple her frontal lobe into wastebin trash so she wouldn't have to think about this shit anymore. Her pen scratched:

Go after him.

Buhbuhbut that stupid human prince took him on his horse! They're already so far away! They'll go straight to Flanz-le-Flore, and she's way stronger than me!

Calm down. Your animus is favorable against hers—defensively at least.

It wasn't actually. But on another scroll, one describing the causes and effects of various magical properties within the world, Perfidia quickly scribbled: The Faerie of Rejuvenation can rejuvenate transmogrified objects to their original form. It at least kind of made logical sense.

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