The House of White was one of the most guarded places in New York, not because it was the home of one of the most dangerous mafiosos in the city, nor because it was also the home of one of the most well-connected information brokers.

  It was so because the house of White was a House that had both Knights and Mages under their service.

  A normal mafia had their enforcers, sometimes a group of well-trained shooters, sometimes a couple of former military or policemen in their service, but if the organization was old, then they would also have mages or Knights.

  The house of White was such an example.

  "Die you white scum!" As such, those that dared to stand against them more often than not entered in one of two subsets.

  Those that like the House of White also had Mages and Knights as retainers…And those who thought themselves special or powerful just because they got hold of weapons. To the Knights of White however, that difference was meaningless as they answered the same to both.

  "Shield of White!" By using the skills they honed against them and defending the house. While a Knight of White could and would be vastly different from another Knight of White, they all learned the same set of skills.

  One, they all knew first aid as to help their fellow men.

  Two, they all knew at least one form of combat, be it ranged or close combat.

  Three, they all learned how to use the artifacts of the house of white as a means to protect their charges.

  In this case, the Knights of White used one of the disposal artifacts granted to them, the Shield of White, an artifact that could help the wielder cast a simple three-circle barrier spell.

  Using this they could, "Move! Evacuate the hall!" Evacuate the people that had come to the party, it was standard procedure and what made them stand above the rest of the organized crime in the city.

  While other organizations didn't mind the collateral damage, the house of White was one that was mindful of it, for they knew their customers would rather spend time with them if they believed they were safe.

  It was one of the policies that Albert White had set up just afterwards the birth of the Lady of White.

  And one of the reasons all the Knights of White willingly served under Albert was that their belief in their lord was strong, and they believed the Lady of White would rise to the occasion like her father had done.

  "Down with the followers of the devil!" Even in the face of cultists-like enemies. "Bring out the Daughter of Evil!"

  And amidst all this panic, people running away, food being thrown in the chaos, a lone girl stood with stars in her eyes.

  "It's awesome!" She walked amidst the panic as if it wasn't something that affected her, "But where are SC24?"

  The little girl walked from side to side, seeking something and finding nothing, "Papa said he hired them….they haven't arrived?" And standing there atop the stage where a Japanese group had stood a few minutes ago.

  "Maybe the weird uncles know?" Trixie White knew not that she had merely arrived late, that the armed people had been the reason she was missing her own birthday party.

  To her eyes, the people acting like that was normal, why?

  "Look at me!" Because when Trixie spoke for attention, the world answered to her call.

  "There she is! Fire!" And with that, those that hadn't seen her before were able to perceive her, the reaction of some being such as turning the attention to her and opening fire.

  While others…" Protect the Lady of White!" Was to jump between the bullet hell and the daughter of their liege and the one they had sworn to protect.

  Not that it was needed or even wanted.

  "Stop," For a single word from Trixie White was all it took, the world turned into a kaleidoscope of color and geometrical figures as Trixie looked down upon them…and found them wanting. "You all are not cute."

  The very fabric of reality peeled apart, first the bullet that had gone after Trixie's head turned into either soap bubbles or flower petals, harmlessly hitting Trixie's body. Then, an instant later, all the people that remained found themselves sitting at small tables with toy tea sets in front of them.

  The Knights of White knew of this place, of course, some of them by personal experience and others from warnings from senior knights. The other people? They weren't so lucky.

  "What is happening?!?!?" "Where are we?!?!?" "Why can't I move!?!?!?"

  The panic was obvious, most people would panic under such circumstances, for even in a world where magic was starting to become mainstream after centuries hidden behind the doors of the church and hidden societies, not many experienced this degree of magic on a daily basis.

  "Burn the witch! She has shown her true colors!" One of those that attacked the venue screamed while they tried to point their weapons once again towards Trixie.

  "Well, Rude," Trixie answered, frowning at the attacker, "I am not a witch, at worst I would be a Magical Girl."

  She of course answered as such, "And I don't like you." The girl merely stated and the fabric of reality answered, "I don't like your voice, your face, your manners or anything. You bark too loudly, perhaps you would be cuter as a dog?"

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  And as if to answer her question, the man in question found himself screaming in pain as his body twisted to answer Trixie's demand, first his arms and legs found themselves twisting and breaking, his skin burst open as his follicles turned from human hair to dog's fur.

  His torso compressed as a sickening sound of bone and muscle being crushed and deformed filled the room, no one else said anything, no one could.

  The Knights of White had heard rumors of this of course, some had even seen it in person, but not a single one of them would ever forget this event, unless Trixie asked them to, of course.

  Either way, soon all that was left was the sad howl of a dog, a French poodle to be precise, as they barked and tried to run away.

  "I always wanted a French poodle, you are cuter this way," Trixie said as she walked to the former man turned dog, the creature merely whimpered as they saw Trixie walking close to him, "Hmm….what to call you….You are now Tiffany, yes…That is a cute name for a cute dog."

  And as Trixie said those words, the dog shook one last time, it yipped pitifully as it started licking at his…at her nether region as if searching for something that no longer was there.

  "Okay, that is enough to forgive the rude remark…You, get my new pet to my room." Trixie said pointing to a random Knight of White, "Also ask Papa when SG24 are coming."

  "As you command, Lady White," The random Knight of White said, grabbing the now female dog by the scruff and moving away. It took a couple of steps in a random direction before the Knight in question disappeared as if he had been a mirage.

  It didn't take long before other people started clamoring from the back.

  "Let me go!" "I am more into cats!" "She is a witch! Burn her!"

  Trixie ignored all of that of course, "You all aren't cute!" And merely stated the truth.

  Her words resonated within the dancing hall and all of them felt frozen at that statement.

  "This is my birthday party, and you all started playing without me!" Trixie continued speaking shaking her head, "That is bad! Why didn't you invite me! I wanted to play too!"

  The people were… flabbergasted, some of them had of course heard that Trixie White, the Lady of White, was somewhat of an oddball, someone who barely attended high society or balls at all. Most assumed it was because she was busy being taught all that was needed for her to learn.

  She was, after all, the heiress of the House of White. People expected some degree of education from them. They were part of high society after all! Mafioso or not!

  "And for that…Trixie will punish you all!" But this? The little girl that was talking down on them?

  "Stop this at once!" "Are you kidding me?" "Who do you think you are?!?!?" "Burn the devil's spawn!"

  "Okay that last one is rude!" Trixie fought back at the last one.

  The people that had come had done so to ingratiate themselves to Trixie White of course, but under duress and stress? They had forgotten it, they got confronted by violence, and when it had calmed down, they had been scolded by a little girl.

  Who could find blame in them? Who could fault them?

  Trixie could, and she would.

  "I am Trixie White!" Trixie declared to the people here, "And you are in my party!"

  Her words carried some kind of alluring enchantment, as if they had been spoken and stated an unbreakable rule, "And since it's my party…You all are my guests!" Trixie's hair started to shine in a kaleidoscope effect, all the colors of the visible spectrum at once flashed in the eyes of the guests.

  Soon one by one their clothes changed, from expensive gala suits and dresses to the same identical black suit and black dress. From rugged combat uniform to white butler suits, same as those that served the house of white.

  "Servants, serve the Tea to the guests!" Trixie said raising a hand and lowering dramatically pointing at a random table.

  The people in that table felt their bodies stiffen as they sat down, their faces with a forced smile that strained their muscles, they attempted to scream, to fight back, to complain, but their bodies answered not. Instead they smiled and nodded at Trixie.

  The nearby terrorist whose clothes had changed from the most expensive body armor the money could buy into normal fabric weren't better, they felt their energy leave their body as they grabbed the kettle they suddenly found in their hands.

  The hands that had been holding Tommy guns.

  As they poured hot Tea into tea cups, they felt their body become weaker and weaker. The crimson Tea didn't do anything to calm their fears either. Nor the metallic stench that came from the teacup.

  "So? Drink it!" Trixie said as the stars in her eyes shone brightly, "Special service from our butlers! Are you going to complain? Say that Trixie White doesn't serve their guests well?"

  The people at the table smile more and more as their hands got hold of the teacup. Instead of feeling firm ceramic, the feeling it gave them was closer to a rugged material. Had they been working at a museum or a hospital, they may have identified the feeling as bone.

  Either way, they knew nothing about it, and merely took a sip, the first instinct they got when the metallic stench hit their nostril was to puke, the second one was to throw away the teacup. But their body didn't answer, not even their throat that wanted to close and puke helped them.

  Instead their merely smiled as they drank from the cup, it was almost as if their body told them to savour every drop of the drink, while at the same time it warned them to throw it away, that the liquid was not something they should be drinking.

  "Good!" All the while Trixie smiled and nodded, "Bring the cupcakes!" And continued with her one-girl act.

  She raised a hand and pointed at one of the terrorists turned butlers, "You are in charge of the cupcakes!" And merely delegated, the one that had been pointed trembled for a second.

  If they had control over their expressions, they may have screamed in agony, they may even have attempted to tear at their body as the trembling moved from the bottom of their body to their head.

  As it was? They merely bowed to Trixie, walked to grab a cart, and walked towards the table where the people had complained and had been drinking happily from their teacups. They drank happily because that had been what Trixie wanted.

  "Go on, show our guests that we give the bestest of pastries!" Trixie commanded, so the butler answered.

  With a hand that seemed to almost want to tremble(only want, because it kept steady), they pulled at their vest as if it was a door, and sure enough…it did open like a door, to let them see a pastry cupboard.

  With a steady hand the butler put the pastries inside of his stomach cupboard at the table, each one looked quite appealing, delicious cupcakes and shortcakes. They all ranged from chocolate-looking pastries to red strawberry shortcakes.

  With each pastry the butler took from there, their complexion started to shift to a paler and paler look.

  "Oh look, he even has cool drinks!" Trixie pointed out, and as if it was magic, a series of glass bottles grew from the walls of the stomach cupboard, one by one they got filled by liquids. A transparent liquid that seemed to be water, a crimson red liquid with bubbles as if it was soda, and a black liquid as if it was some type of coffee.

  As each liquid was filled, the complexion of the butler (Former terrorist) changed more and more; their skin got paler and wrinkled, as if the person in question had dehydrated in real time.

  "Go on, offer them," Trixie encouraged the butler, who moved with trembling hands, not because they didn't want to serve of course, not wanting to serve under the authority of the lady of White was impossible.

  They moved like that because their body couldn't move as Trixie wanted them to move.

  But even so, the butler persisted, and placed each drink in the metal cart in front of him, and after he was done, the butler collapsed to the side, their body no longer moving, but at no moment did they stop smiling.

  "Hmm….weird, was it his sleepy time?" Trixie merely said as the butler's body lay there. "Well, don't waste his cupcakes! Eat! And someone bring me a shortcake!"

  As Trixie's voice sounded, one of the butlers grabbed a particularly bright red shortcake and put it on a plate. That pastry was handed to Trixie, while the people at the table started eating the other pastries and drinking from the glass bottles that the previous butler had given them.

  Said butler's body started shining in multicolored light as his figure returned to normal, only for it to disappear exactly as the previous Knight of White had done.

  "Hmm…..strawberry shortcake is the best," Trixie said as she ate her own pastry, "Well, go on. Serve them food!"

  As Trixie's command resounded, the former terrorists now turned butlers moved in pairs to provide food and drinks to the other people, "Now…Wonder when will SC24 come to dance for me…" Trixie said, sitting at the edge of the raised platform, she eyed the people as they enjoyed their food and drinks.

  Trixie couldn't help but smile at it. Everyone was having a good time, so that meant that Trixie was doing fine, right?

  Perhaps Papa would even let her to keep Larry? Where did Larry even go? Not that she needed that particular Larry, she could always get a new Larry. But it was the principle, having a Velociraptor was all about the principle of having the best pet in her class.

  Not the fake velociraptors that were as tall as chickens and filled with feathers, but one of the real ones, as Mister Spilledbeans had designed them, a tall leathery reptilian thing with long claws and cool screams.

  Also, where was Papa?

  Trixie hadn't seen him since she got to the party, was he preparing a surprise? Trixie was looking forward to that.