Having the best parties was all about timing, fun, and murdering clowns. This was a very important lesson that Trixie had learned while growing up, of the six birthday parties she had been to, it was always one of those things that ruined the party.

  She didnˋt quite remember her own one-year, two-year, and three-year birthday parties, but she was sure that one or two of those three things had ruined the party for her. And for everyone for that matter.

  Probably the timing, who would even set up a birthday party when Trixie couldn't remember the party? Were they dumb? They probably were dumb.

  If Trixie was to guess, it had been the old assisdumbtant that Papa had, the Karen thing, Trixie hated that assisdumbtant, she didn't want to let Trixie eat cake or play with the pew pews of her Papa's assistants. All because 'They weren't safe for a girl' or 'She would get tootches'. Stupid excuses if Trixie had heard ever one before.

  The pews pews of Papa's workers were harmless to Trixie! Everyone knew that those couldn't hurt Trixie. Papa had said so! These only hurt bad people!

  That was why when they pointed them at Trixie, before they turned into bubbles and roses! Because Trixie wasn't a bad people! She was Trixie!

  She was this cute, there wasn't any other Trixie as cute as her!

  But why was Trixie speaking about this you ask? Simple, because this was about to enter into one of those issues.

  "Bring out the clowns!" Trixie demanded as she noticed the Tea goers were getting restless as their pastries and Teas were running out, the butlers were running out of orga- They were running out of things to serve, yes.

  "Lady White," One of the not-quite-butlers, but workers, said, walking to her, "We didn't call any clown, you said that you were a grown girl and wouldn't require any clown."

  She did?

  If the Knight of White said so, then Trixie probably did.

  "But it's a birthday party." Trixie pointed out, "Doesn't a good birthday party have clowns to pew pew?"

  At least Trixie thought so, and if Trixie thought so, then it ought to be true, it couldn't be false, for Trixie was quite sure that her last birthday party had a clown being pew-pewded. Not that she had been invited, she had snuck in as a wallflower to Papa's hidden birthday party in the dungeon.

  Or well, as a Trixie hidden in a vent to be precise, but they didn't need to know that!

  "...We shall ask for an urgent delivery of clowns," The butler, not butler but Knight of White said bowing to Trixie.

  "...No it's fine…" Trixie said sighing, they would probably arrive too late, it was all about timing. "What about…the band?"

  "...They have vacated the building as per their contract," The Knight of White who was dangerously close to look like a butler said, "They were evacuated when the terrorist attacked."

  "The terror what?" Trixie asked confused, there were termites attacking?

  "The terrorist, the people who got…turned into butlers." The White Knight said pointing to one of those butlers who were in their eepy time on the floor while they leaked the Tea all around the place.

  So rude, they didn't knew manners.

  "....Oh…" Trixie said nodding sagely, "I see, well, I am bored."

  "...Do you want us to….do something?" The Knight of White asked, Trixie could see him sweating was he hot? It was kind of hot here wasn't it?

  "Nu-uh," Trixie said shaking her head (And whole upper body), "I am bored, so I want to find papa, he promised me a cute doll for my birthday this year."

  "...Sir White is currently dealing with the brunt of the attack, he asked us to keep you safe." The Knight of White said gulping, this one seemed weird.

  "...Do I know you?" Trixie asked, intrigued, most of the Knights of White acted the same towards her.

  "I have been in your Royal Guard for three years now Lady White," The Knight of White said saluting her, "I started my service in your unit."

  Three years? He was ancient!

  "Aaaaah," Trixie said nodding, she still didn't remember him, but if he said so, then it was true. No one would lie to Trixie after all, that was rude! "Well, it's fine. No one would hurt Trixie anyway, it's illegal to hurt a cute girl like me!"

  The tea enjoyers all nodded at Trixie's words as they should. Some of the knights of White did the same, as the butlers who weren’t quite asleep yet but still on the floor also did.

  "You don't think so?" Trixie asked narrowing her eyes at the Knight of White who didn't nod at her statement.

  "As you wish Lady of White." The Knight of White said to Trixie saluting her again, "Prepare a detail! We will move out, the rest of you are to remain here and…clean the site."

  Clean? Oh right, one should clean after their own messes, that is to say. They should clean after Trixie! Since Trixie's mess was everyone's mess!

  "Smart," Trixie said nodding, "I see why you are still with us up to today, you all should learn from him. He is responsible and thinks like he should, you all should always clean after Trixie's stuff like a polite person should!"

  Trixie felt the words resonate as they spoke the truth of the world.

  "This way, Lady of White," The Knight of White said, offering her his hand, as a knight should to a princess. Trixie liked him, so this was how he survived that long, huh?

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  "To Papa!" Trixie said pointing in a random direction, the place she pointed had a blank wall, like most of the walls within the Mansion of White, but it mattered not!

  As soon as Trixie was within the opening door distance, the Knight of White escorting her took a step forward and opened the door. What door?

  The door that opened so Trixie could walk out of the ballroom with style of course! What other door would it mean? What? There was no door there before?

  Silly reader, of course there was a door there! How could Trixie not walk past it if there wasn't one? If there wasn't a door, how did her Knight of White open the door then? Huh? See? There was always a door there! Why? Because Trixie needed a door for a dramatic exit of course!

  That was how the world worked!

  Don't think too much about it!

  "So, where is Papa?" Trixie asked as they walked into the hallway, other Knights of White already fanning out (Heh, fanning) to protect Trixie from bugs, dust and all the silly things that could hurt a cute girl like Trixie.

  "Fighting off the main advance, he came as soon as he could." The Knight of White said as he received a report from one of the weird fancy long distance portable mana phones. They were called something fancy like cellphones or whatnot. But Trixie liked her version more.

  Manapots!

  Because they used Mana and were hard as a pot, simple right?

  "The Mana Phone receptionist says he is finishing mopping up the last resistance," The Knight of White said pocketing the manapot.

  "Gnuuuuuu…." Trixie gnuuued at that, it wasn't a mana phone, but a mana pot! Trixie declared so!

  "Do you require a bathroom lady white?" The Knight of White said worriedly.

  Trixie did not want to go potty! She wanted the stupid thing to be called by her name! The right name! The one that she gave!

  "Sir! Reporting!" A new Knight of White came just in time to save this stooopid Knight of White that Trixie still didn't remember the name, "Lord White is finishing up the last members, we are moving out the captured targets to the prison cells right now! He asks if we can bring lady white!"

  "We are coming," The Knight of White said as he turned to look at Trixie, "Pardon the rudeness Lady White."

  And in one single motion, he pulled Trixie into a hug. Trixie was now seated in the Knight of White's arm, which was kind of comfortable.

  "Gnuuu……you get to keep your liver," Trixie gnuued while declaring, "....and your kidney."

  Yes, this was comfortable.

  "Thank you, Lady White," The Knight said, bowing to her, "We are moving now, I am sorry if this makes you uncomfortable."

  And before Trixie could say anything, they started running, Trixie liked this, she liked feeling the wind rushing to her face and how her rainbow-like hair looked like a comet, "Weeeeeeeeee," She couldn't help but proclaim as they rushed around.

  This one wasn't as fast as Papa when running, but that wasn't a fair comparison, Papa was one of those five or six wiggle things, while this one was only….

  "Hmm….poke," Trixie sank her right hand into the chest of this one and rummaged around, "Two wiggles?"

  "...That is correct Lady White, I managed to form my second circle a week ago." The Knight of White said as Trixie pulled out her hand from his chest, "I am following Lord White's schema, so I am going for speed."

  "But papa has six wiggles, you can't follow papa with only two wiggles." Trixie pointed out, "Do you want Trixie to draw you another four? I think I have a pen around in my pocket."

  "...Thank you Lady White, but I will take my time drawing them myself." The Knight of White answered in a slow and measured tone, Trixie could swear there was something in there, but she couldn't imagine what it was.

  "Are you sure? I promise to make it extra cute," Trixie said smiling at the silly Knight who refused her previously, she was the best drawing squiggles! The former terriers who attacked them could attest to it! They got turned into something cool! They had a refrigerator in their stomach, how much cooler could they become? Not more!

  They even gave out Tea! Even if they ended up spilling it all across the floor when they went to eep! But that wasn't Trixie's fault!

  "It's fine, Lady White," The Knight of White said, "Lord White advised us to draw it ourselves as a way to become better Knights of White."

  "But you are slow….you took like, forever to make two!" Trixie groaned, "Imagine how long it will take you to make another two…I will be like…very old by then!"

  Like, Trixie would have lived her whole life till now…at least two times more! She would be an adult by then!

  "Thank you for your worry Lady White," The Knight of White said, "But this is a path we must go through as all the Knights of White do. It is how we became worthy of wearing the White."

  Gnuuuuu……

  "Fine!" Trixie gnuued away, "But don't come crying to me when you are old, decrepit and you can't draw your own squiggles!"

  Trixie wouldn't help him then! He would be an old man with half-drawn, not cute squiggles, and Trixie wouldn't fix them for him!

  No sir!

  She would not!

  "Thank you for your concern," The Knight of White said once more, "I will take that to heart and do my best to become worthy of your worry."

  "Trixie isn't worried!" Trixie said hmping and turning her face away from the stoopid Knight of White who refused her help, "What is your name anyway, I need to know what Knight of White I am ignoring from now on."

  "This humble one is called Sebastian," The Knight of White said with a small smile on his face, "Sebastian D'Amico."

  "Your name is weird!" Trixie said pointing at the Knight of White, "You are now only Sebastian. That is good enough for someone like you who refused my help!"

  Trixie declared, so it became the truth.

  "I'll take that to heart too," Sebastian said lowering his face to her, he couldn't bow since he was carrying Trixie, so Trixie allowed it, she was magnanimous like that. When she wanted anyway. "We have arrived Lady White."

  And before Trixie could continue complaining, Sebastian lowered her to the floor, as if she were a peasant! The gall!

  "Oh, Trixie…I need your help," But before she could complain about it, Trixie heard Papa's voice!

  "Papa!" Trixie said running towards the voice of Papa, for a second she saw him with his clothes torn and a few red stains on his usually pristine clothes, but that was wrong, Papa never got hurt, or hit. He was too fast for that, Papa was the fastest of all after all, "I served pastries and tea to the party goers!"

  So after blinking a few times, Papa was now standing there without a single rip or wound on his body, standing tall as he always did.

  "....Witch…." Trixie heard someone and ignored them, "The Daughter of Evil…."

  Trixie ignored them she said!

  "Thank you Trixie," Papa said ruffling her hair and pulling her up, she liked being carried by Papa, it was the safest place to be! "I need your help a little, will that be fine?"

  "Of course!" Trixie said nodding rapidly, so fast that she even got dizzy! That was how fast she nodded, "Trixie wants to help!"

  "Well, I need you to… make them confess," Papa said standing in front of a man whose arms were holding Papa's swords.

  "Sir, you aren't supposed to hold swords like that," Trixie said helpfully, "You are supposed to hold them by the handle, not with your arms."

  The weird man was holding Papa's swords by the pointy bits…and was using his shoulders to keep them in place, it was as if he wanted to be the stone of the sword in the stone…but using his shoulders…

  Why were the people who crashed her parties always weird like that?

  "Don't mind the swords, Trixie," Papa said, so Trixie ignored the swords altogether! "I need him to answer a few questions. Can you…convince him?"

  She could do that!

  Even if she hadn't managed to convince the Knight of White, Sebastian, she could convince people!

  "He isn't in the list, right?" Trixie asked to make sure, "So I can use the whole thing?"

  "No Trixie, he isn't on the list, you know only our family can be on that list," Papa said with a smile, "He is a member of the Greens, so he will never be on the list."

  "*Le dramatic gasp*," Trixie gasped dramatically (As she stated) at that, "So they are the baddies!"

  The Greens…Trixie didn't know much about them, besides the fact that the daughter of the family of Green was a stuck up B-word girl who didn't want to play with her, Trixie didn't know what the B-word meant, but she knew the maids always used that expression to refer to people they didn't like.

  So since that girl didn't want to play with Trixie, she was a B-word girl! And that was that, but if these terriers were from the green family….

  "Then Trixie needs to put on her serious face," Trixie said tugging at Papa so that he let her on the floor.

  As soon as her feet touched the floor, Trixie's eyes started to shine in purple light, her hair weaved and moved as if she was in front of a fan that blew just in the right direction for a dramatic effect.

  Trixie took a deep breath and prepared herself, she was about to use her Circle, actively using it for what it was, and that always took a toll on her tummy, it made her hungry and gave her weird cramps.

  But if they were from the greens, then she needed to do it. Even if it hurt her tummy.

  "You will speak," Trixie said closing her eyes and turning to the bad man, "Trixie will make sure of it."