"Trick or Treat! Senpai do you like my new wand?"

"Any offerings for your goddess, Maste-hey watch that lance! It's ripping my new saint graph apart!"

"Move over I'm talking, you're too close!"

"Why you!?"

As the two lookalike servants bicker, Fujimaru Ritsuka could hardly process what to say. Looking at the occasionally moving, expanded stomaches of both girls as they shove each other like children, the chaldea master could figure out exactly where those outfits came from...

In any case, this sharp sense of danger looms over their head and doesn't want to leave. Something is telling the mage that they should make a run for it.

"Did you think you could run away from us, Senpai?"

"Don't think you can escape our love today."

Oops. Too slow...