Post-Apocalypse.

You'd think after a fight as intense as that, the most hectic part of the day would be behind me. But no, I still had many things to take care of!

To start off with, pants. Now, in this world people walk around with a napkin's worth of clothing all the time. I'd probably get away with just walking out into the streets with just my panties. Who knows? Might turn out to be fun. But dammit, the outfits I brought with me were so cute, I had no intention of hiding them away in my wardrobe for the trip. So I ran back to my airship for a change of clothes. I picked up a thin grey hoodie and a pair of red jeans that fit snuggy to my shapely legs.

Next up: the Cathedral. Turns out Wonder Witch couldn't remove all her magic on her own. I ordered her to tell me the truth about it, so it's the real deal. The crest over Fake Assassin's groin, for instance. Branded him as her property. Like cattle. If she could remove it whenever she wanted to, then she hadn't done her job.
But that's what Priests are for!
I had Wonder Witch tag along with us. This was for two reasons. First, if there was anything they needed to know about the Crest, she'd be readily available to provide it. Second of all, I'd have her pay for the service.
Because obviously.

They needed a fairly high-level cleric for the job, but in the end his groin was Crest-free! At least he said it was. Wouldn't let me check for him to be sure.
Once that was over with, it was the small matter of the hole in the ozone layer. I wasn't able to patch it up. Not right away. What I could do was whip up a sunscreen to mitigate most of the dangers of being outside under the sun until we could repair it.
That was the easy part, as it turns out. The hard part was finding someone who could reliably distribute it to the entire city's population. But I think we found our girl: Poor Sally.
And her little corner shop.
With her people skills, and connections to Ojou Sama, she'll get the lotion around in no time. And judging from how absolutely necessary this'll be, I'm guessing she won't be Poor Sally for much longer.

And of course, we got ourselves some ice cream!

Day 6 of The 129th Rasheul Great **** Tournament
04:41 PM

"And we'll stop over by the clothes shop, right? Meow?"
"Hmm?" I took a lick from the orange and cinnamon flavour ice cream in my cone, "I don't remember that being part of our plans. Why? Something wrong with my outfit?"
I spun around to show off what I was wearing.
"It's fine, meow. But you do need to buy some clothes for me, meow."
"Really, now? I need to?"
"Well, you should. Meow." The Fake Assassin clarified, licking the sprinkles off his own ice cream ball.
I smirked, "Now, don't you think you're taking my good nature for granted over here? I mean, just cause I'm against slavery doesn't mean I go around clothing the naked with my hard-earned money. I'm not Mother Friggin' Theresa, you know?"
He looked down at his own ice-cream cone, "Hmmph... It's not like you can spend that money when you get back home, meow."
"Hey, I've got plans for my earnings, all right?" I slurped up some ice cream while my eyes roamed his exposed body, "And by the way, why do you keep doing that?"
"Why do I keep doing what, meow?"
"That whole... thing. You know, where you're meowing like a cat."
He clasped his hands over his mouth.
"What? I mean, you're supposed to be cleared of her orders, right? That didn't bite?"
"Oh, I think it most certainly did." Wonder Witch suggested as she licked her own ice cream of blueberry and licorice, "The commands of the **** spell are, after all, absolute. Perhaps that's just what he's like on the inside. I'd rather you didn't judge him for his particular proclivities. There might just be a little kitty cat in all of us waiting to get out."
"...Just need time to adjust. Mmmmmmwww....." He buried his mouth into the ice cream, his face utterly flushed.

We entered the dormitories by the time we finished our ice cream. The lobby had turned into a hollow cask of what it once was. Just like the rest of the city. The walls were cracked. The windows were smashed. And the furniture was tossed around all over and covered in dust.
In fact, the only pristine thing there was the Goldfish Knight leaning against the wall with folded arms. His eyes followed me from beyond the visor as I entered. I waved to him casually as I walked towards the teleporter booth.
"And where do you think you are going?" The Goldfish Knight growled.
I stopped, then turned around to face him,"Oh, I was thinking of going home, actually."
I could practically hear his eyebrow cocking.
"Yeah... It's been a blast being here for this time, but it's probably best if I drop out. Now, it's gonna sound crazy coming from me, but I'm starting to run out of ideas here. I mean, today I nearly destroyed the world. Where am I supposed to go from there? So yeah, I think I'll quit now while I'm ahead. You're not disappointed, are you?"
He glared at me, "WHAT!? Are you mad, woman? After the the havoc you wrecked, do you actually expect me to suppose ther is the slightest chance of facing one other in the Finals? Half the Continent now recognizes the Balance Breaker who threatened to upend the order of this world! As we talk, a whole regiment of Holy Knights are dispatched to apprehend you... And you still speak of our upcoming match as if it was ever going to happen? You are lucky if you manage to escape!"

"Ah. Fair point." I nodded, "But... Then aren't you supposed to arrest me too? Why are you just standing there and point your finger?"
"Don't ask stupid questions!" He snapped, "I expect they will be here now any minute. And do not expect a safe haven in your own airship! That exit has already been fixed by now, and will lead you directly to the Holy Knight gaol!"
I peered out the window. Some knights with white surcoats on which a red sun was painted stood in line, waiting orders from their commander.
"Well, shit. Thanks for the heads up, Goldfish!" I leaned in to give his helmet a kiss, "You're not that half- bad after all!"
"Hmpph," He waved me away and rubbed the kissmark away with his closed gauntlet, "Do not confuse this respite with pity for my sworn enemy. When, in the future, our blades clash, it shall be a thousand times more glorious than what transpired today!"
"Sure, I'll fight you the next time we meet. Or we'll do something else. Let's see how it goes!" I barrelled toward the corridor.
"And for goodness sake, Allison, be more careful next time!"
"Haha, yeah. I'll see what you can do." I waved as I peered behind me, "Good luck with the Tournament!"

I ran up the stairs to the second floor, while I heard the clanking of plate armor as the knights stormed inside.
"Finally! What took you so long?" Goldfish Knight yelled out, "I saw her! She went inside the Casino! After her!"
The clanking of metal footsteps grew ever fainter.

Wonder Witch ran up to me, "Now what in the name of the Continent did you do to pussywhip Golden Boy?"
I laughed at that, peering over my shoulder, "There really wasn't any pussy involved. Or whipping, for that matter. I simply refused to be the enemy he wanted, and became the friend he needed. Well, more or less. Oh, and shouldn't you be, like, not here? Things are about to become ugly, you know?"
"And that is precisely why we cannot let you out of sight." Beatrice said as she and Fake Assassin bolted through the corridors with me, "Someone has to make sure all the ugly things don't spiral out of control."

I burst through the gym doors with Beatrice and her Fake Assassin, and found our way into the storeroom, filled with all the equipment that could be used in the gym, but wasn't. You'd have to put effort into making a room that boring.
We found some barbells which we used to barricade the doors with. Lifting them was out of the question, but round things roll.
That ought to buy us some time. Still, we needed to figure out how to get out of that mess.
"Can't you teleport yourself into my airship, then recover my emergency signal?" I asked the Wonder Witch.
"Of course I can. If I want to be fused together with your fridge for the rest of my life. You may teleport blindly at your own leisure. But I won't."
"Ah... So what about flying inside?"
"Even if I could fly that high, there'd be no way of getting in from outside your airship."
"Hmmm... Then how about going through your airship, then fly from there to mine with a written note, and show it to Max through the window so...?"

"They're inside here!" A voice from beyond the doors interrupted my increasingly convoluted plan. The handle rattled desperately.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG
"Open up! In the name of the great goddess!"

"Uh, occupado..." I turned to the others, "All right. New plan. Listen up here. Wonder Witch?"
"Yes?"
"You're the Witch of Miracles, right?"
"Indeed so. Well, I thought I was. Then I lost the Tournament and... Here I am."
"Yes. Here you are." I murmured, "And guess what? Time to pick up your old mantle!" I handed her my phone,
Her eyes looked over the gadget confused, before looking back up at me, "You expect me to fix your device? In that case, rest assured my magic..."
"Don't try weaseling your way out of this now. You just said it yourself! You were the Witch of Miracles! You are the Witch of Miracles! So work them miracles already!"
She sighed, "That's not how it works. Dead things don't come back to life merely because we want them to."
"Then maybe it's not dead!" I shouted, "I mean, I doubt it'll work as fine as before. But really, that all depends on what kind of EMP that was. How many volts per meter was your EMP?"
"I, uh... I've got no idea. I used 0.05% of my mana, so... Maybe not as much as it could be?"
"Well, then there's a chance! Press the small button on the side. Hold it until it starts up again. Come on! What kind of Witch of Miracles are you?"
She looked up at me smirking, "How exactly are miracles part of science?"
"They're not." I admitted, "But they're obviously gonna be part of us getting out of here with our keasters intact. So come on! We believe in you!"

She hovered her finger over the button, "This one?"
"Yeah, that one."
She pressed it. Nothing.

BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
She pressed it again, holding on for a bit longer.
The screen remained blank.
She pressed again...

BANG! BANG!
CRASH!
That was distinctly the sound of an axe hitting against the door.
CRASH!
CREAK!

They're almost through. Still, the screen remained black. She closed her eyes...
"Come on..." She whispered to herself, "I need this..."
POW!

The doors crumbled to the ground in a heap of wooden debris. The Fake Assassin entered some sort of kung fu stance. The Witch and I backed into a corner.
One of the Holy Knights stepped through, wielding a large axe in one hand...