The True Eye’s Dawn

Harlan Flint's system hummed to life in his mind, its panel flashing with fresh data: "Customer Fischl completed Chuunibyou Demo Koi ga Shitai!—Reward: True Evil King's Eye."

[True Evil King's Eye: Inspired by Rikka Takanotsume's golden contact lens beneath her eyepatch, this version dazzles with light when the incantation—"Burst, reality! Crush it, spirit! Vanish, this world!"—is spoken, stunning all who witness it.]

Harlan smirked, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. "The True Evil King's Eye—perfectly fitting for our Prinzessin der Verurteilung, isn't it?"

He'd half-expected this—Fischl's chuunibyou soul practically screamed for Rikka's signature flair after diving into that comic.

Clearing his throat, he turned to Fischl, her expectant gaze locked on him, and adopted a grave tone. "Are you prepared to claim this reward, Prinzessin?"

"With it, you'll transcend your title as mere sovereign of the Nachtpureland—you'll become a foe to the world itself!" he continued, his voice rising with dramatic weight.

"You'll shatter the chains of fate, herald a new era, and stride toward immortality—do you accept this mantle?" he finished, his eyes glinting as he leaned into the theatrics.

A collective gasp rippled through Galehaven Comics, the customers—Lisa, Barbara, the Lady, Luke, and Daryl—reeling at his words.

What kind of reward wielded such cosmic power—defying the world, breaking destiny, reshaping time itself?

No one doubted Harlan's claim—not after his earlier display had flattened a Fatui agent and humbled a Harbinger with a glance.

This man, who ran a shop of miracles, wouldn't stoop to falsehoods; his might lent every syllable an unshakable truth.

The Lady's mind raced, her earlier skepticism dissolving. "A reward this grand from a comic—could it tip Solstice's scales beyond my wildest plans?"

Lisa arched a brow, her curiosity sharpening. "If the boss hypes it this much, Chuunibyou Demo Koi ga Shitai! just shot to the top of my list."

Barbara tilted her head, whispering to herself, "Something that epic—I need to see what's in that book tomorrow; it's got to be wild!"

Fischl stood straighter, Harlan's fervor igniting her own, her voice resolute. "The Prinzessin is ready—bestow upon me this destined gift!"

Her solemnity matched his, her chuunibyou spirit soaring—she felt the weight of a cosmic calling settle on her shoulders.

A radiant beam pierced the shop's ceiling, enveloping Fischl in a shimmering cocoon as every eye turned to watch, breath held in anticipation.

She let out a soft hum, a mysterious energy flooding her right eye, as if it had crossed galaxies and eons to find her at this moment.

This power pulsed within her, a boundless force promising to lift her above Teyvat's skies, a whisper of transcendence brushing her soul.

The light faded, and Fischl opened her right eye—its usual gray now a luminous gold, deep and piercing, as if it could unravel the universe's secrets.

The golden hue shimmered, drawing gasps from the onlookers, its mystique almost hypnotic, a vortex threatening to pull them in.

The Lady leaned forward, her voice hushed. "Is this the reward he spoke of—so enigmatic, so commanding?"

Fischl turned to Harlan, her tone low and reverent. "O keeper of Galehaven Comics, voyager of star-seas and holder of myriad truths, I thank thee for this boon—I sense now the fated threads that bind us across time's vast ocean."

Barbara blinked rapidly, her confusion plain. "Uh… what did she just say? I'm totally lost here!"

Lisa sighed, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, Barbara—he's playing her game, and she's eating it up; I fell for it too for a second!"

She'd caught the twinkle in Harlan's eye—he was teasing Fischl's flair, amplifying her delusions with a master's touch.

Fischl raised her chin, her voice swelling with proclamation. "From this day forth, I, Prinzessin Fischl, bear a new title—the True Evil King's Eye Envoy!"

She thrust her head back, her tone soaring. "Burst, reality! Crush it, spirit! Vanish, this world!"

Her right eye flared a brilliant gold, a blinding beam erupting outward, bathing the shop in a radiant glow that stunned every soul within.

Fischl stood wreathed in light, an aura of otherworldly mystery cloaking her, her eyepatch and golden gaze a vision of chuunibyou grandeur.

The customers froze, minds blank—Lisa's book slipped an inch, Barbara's jaw dropped, and even the Lady's stoic mask cracked with awe.

Harlan chuckled inwardly, watching their stupor. "No attack power, sure, but that dazzling effect's a perfect bluff—tailor-made for her theatrical streak."

Fischl retracted the light, her eye dimming to normal as she fixed Harlan with a solemn stare. "Warden of this sacred archive, I heed thy unspoken command."

"I shall seek comrades—the Dark Flame Envoy among them—fear not, for we shall reunite under the banner of the True Evil King's Eye!" she declared, her voice ringing with purpose.

Harlan rubbed his nose, nodding along—he'd meant it as a jest, but her chuunibyou had spiraled into full-blown mission mode.

She'd crowned herself an envoy and now hunted a nonexistent Dark Flame wielder—good luck finding that in Teyvat, he thought with a silent apology.

"Oz, wilt thou join me in sundering fate and ushering in this age?" she asked, turning to her raven with regal poise.

"With utmost honor, my lady," Oz replied, his tone deferential as his wings dipped in a bow, ever loyal to her whims.

"Splendid!" Fischl laughed, a triumphant note in her voice as she spun on her heel and strode out, her exit as bold as her entrance.

She left the shop behind, her mind set on a grand quest, while the remaining customers blinked in her wake, still processing the whirlwind she'd unleashed.

Harlan watched her go, a mix of amusement and mild guilt flickering through him—teasing her had backfired into a full-blown chuunibyou crusade.

The Lady recovered first, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "That light, that presence—if I could harness such spectacle for Solstice, even without force, it'd sway minds."

Luke and Daryl, still clutching Cardcaptor Sakura, exchanged wide-eyed looks—Fischl's show had them itching to finish and claim their own dramatic rewards.

Barbara shook her head, muttering, "I need to read that book—she's acting like she's about to conquer the world or something!"

Lisa smirked, flipping a page with deliberate calm. "Oh, she's just Fischl being Fischl—amped up by the boss's flair; it's all in good fun."

The shop settled back into its quiet hum, but Fischl's golden flare lingered in their thoughts—a testament to Galehaven's magic, and Harlan's knack for stirring it.

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