a spamfic by Dot
The gang of travelers— Lina, Gourry, Amelia, Zelgadis, Xelloss, and Firia—again return to the now rebuilt Sairag.
“Gourry dear!” Sylphiel squeals upon seeing her favorite dumb blond swordsman (just how many dumb blond swordsmen could there be, anyway?). Just as she is about to glomp him, she notices Xelloss edging away from the group. “BIG BROTHER DEAREST!”
Xelloss is soon tackled by a flying purple blur.
Lina gapes. “You mean—Xelloss and Sylphiel are related?!?”
Gourry scratches his chin. “Well, they do look a lot alike.”