[Nagumo]

Heh... fanfics eh...

There are just some things in the world that men, women, and magical constructs/familiars cannot tolerate.

In this particular situation, the patience of two female magical constructs failed.

The limits of tolerance can only be strained for so long and the threat from the adherents of the 'peace through superior firepower' philosophy beating their collective asses could not make them quail with fear forever.

The names of the actors of this fight are simple: Viita and Signum.

Likewise, the cause of their anger at each other was just as simple.

It all started with an innocent glass bottle of milk.

Partly skimmed, 1 litre and made by the nice cows of Hokkaido.

Hayate bought it on a grocery shopping trip yesterday with Shamal for 348 yen.

Zafira put it in the fridge for Viita to drink.

Signum, in need of a drink after her daily morning sword practice, carelessly drank all of it.

Viita woke up late in the morning as usual, and headed to the fridge immediately to find her milk as usual.

The milk was not there, which was not usual.

“ Where is my milk?” A deadly quiet whisper traveled forth from the permanently loli knight.