Even if you're a corrupted magical girl, you still have to try to redeem yourself.

The homeroom teacher tapped the podium again, and the dull echo interrupted the students' enthusiastic discussion.

"Okay." The classroom fell silent again, and the homeroom teacher nodded in satisfaction. "Come in."

Everyone watched with anticipation as the figure walked into the classroom.

The figure of a girl wearing the Moonsea Middle School uniform, with her long black hair braided into two pigtails.

But no one noticed Yuuki Yuki's increasingly gloomy expression.

On the day of the final battle with Kuroba Laisei.

"I need your help, in the matter of Yuuki Yuuki."

The black-haired girl who had blocked the lightning Helica bowed deeply to the lightning Helica with utmost sincerity.

"You just mentioned Yuuki Yukino... what's wrong?"

Upon hearing Yuuki Yukino's name, Helica could no longer remain calm.

The fact that they know Yuuki Yukino's name means that there is indeed some connection between Yuuki Yukino and magical girls, and that the other party is aware of this connection.

At least, this black-haired girl knew that she, a magical girl, was related to Yuuki Yukino.

By directly revealing his identity and mentioning Yuuki Yukino's name, Helica had no choice but to take it seriously.

"Let me tell you the conclusion first, Helica Tenrai. Although you may not believe me, I did help you on the day you had the conflict in front of Yuuki Yuki's house. Even if that doesn't mean anything, I hope you can hear me out."

The black-haired girl straightened up, lowered her eyelids, and spoke in a sincere tone that made Herika feel that she had no ulterior motives.

"Oh, okay, hurry up and tell me." Helica leaned the warhammer against her side, crossed her arms, and stared intently at the black-haired girl, thinking that if the girl said anything strange, she would give her a couple of whacks even if the girl wasn't a corrupted magical girl.

"The future Moonsea City will face a great crisis, not only for Yuki Yuki, but also for everyone you care about, people you don't know, and everyone in Moonsea City will be involved in this crisis."

The black-haired girl clenched her fists behind her back, raising her eyes to look directly into Herika's eyes.

"And I came from the future, so I know these things."

"Oh, time travel, changing the past, and then needing my help in this time, right? How cliché. But it's really hard work of you to protect the peace of Moonsea City."

Even though Helica had never seen similar works, she understood the gist of it after the black-haired girl said that.

But the girl's answer was completely unexpected by Helica.

"I have no intention of protecting the peace of Moonsea City."

"Huh?" Helica frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

"I only want to save one person," the girl continued.

"I wouldn't mind saving the whole city to save her."

Helica remained silent for several seconds.

"So, what exactly is this crisis all about?"

“A very powerful magical girl will appear in Moonsea City; she is the source of the crisis,” the black-haired girl replied.

"Fine, it's like I said nothing at all. Anyway, we can just take that guy down when the time comes, right?" Helica sighed.

"I guess so?"

The black-haired girl's answer reignited Helica's anger.

Yes is yes, no is no. What does "yes" mean?

But Helica wasn't there to argue today, so she didn't get angry and continued to press for answers.

"I guess so? What nonsense are you spouting? Fine, when is this crisis? You have to tell me that, right?"

"I don't know." The black-haired girl shook her head.

"Don't know? Are you kidding me?" Hearing this, Helica became even angrier, her veins bulging as she reached for the golden warhammer she was leaning against.

"Because the future has been changed, I don't know when the crisis will arrive, or even whether the crisis still exists."

The girl ignored Helica's reaction and continued to explain to Helica.

"Are you out of your mind? Are you sick in the head? You come to me with things you don't even know yourself? Huh?"

Herlika's expression became incredibly interesting.

But since this concerns the fate of Yuki, Helica knew what was more important at this moment: "Phew, fine, fine, I'll just assume you're taking precautions, okay? But you still have to tell me how I can contact you, right?"

"My contact information, yes, if you want to contact me, just go to the next class, just ask for my name in the class."

"Then you have to tell me your name, you idiot!"

The day before school started, after the fireworks display.

I'm finally separated from Helica and the others.

While reluctantly reminiscing about the fireworks display, Yuuki Yukino poured the almost melted shaved ice into her mouth.

The matter with Helica is now completely over.

Next, Yuuki Yuuki has one last thing to do.

The yukata she was wearing, along with her accessories and wooden clogs, were all gifts from that mysterious person.

The mysterious person is a magical girl, not a creator. These clothes definitely weren't created out of thin air; they must have been bought from a store.

As luck would have it, on the day Yuuki Yukino was being dragged around by Herika and Baki to frantically choose yukatas, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of this fabric in front of a shop in the shopping district.

Yes, they just look very similar.

The gradient from purple to black in this fabric was quite novel, and its style was somewhat similar to her magical armor. Moreover, not many people could pull off a purple yukata, resulting in a relative scarcity of purple-based yukatas, which is why Yuuki Yukino noticed it.

Of course, Yuuki Yui only felt that she had seen it, and had no way to confirm the authenticity of this matter out of thin air.

So before the festival started, Yuuki Enishi took a detour to the shopping street early in the morning and found the shop that made custom yukatas without any problems.

Some even went too far in their success.

After chatting with the young female store manager for a few minutes, Yuuki En understood the general cause and effect of the matter.

A few days ago, a young girl came to order a yukata. As if she had come prepared, she walked into the store, directly asked for this fabric, and then gave a series of measurements such as her bust, waist, shoulder width, and body length. After that, she left an address and a full deposit and left.

Then, after the shop manager finished making the clothes, she packed the yukata and sent it over via delivery service, and that was the end of the transaction.

Yes, the mysterious person left an address, and it was indeed delivered via a food delivery service.

Since Yuuki was indeed wearing the yukata that the shopkeeper had made by hand, the shopkeeper didn't hide anything and directly told Yuuki the address.

Yuuki Yukino originally intended to just casually follow the clues about this garment, but unexpectedly, she discovered something extraordinary.

After the fireworks display ended, Yuuki Yuuki immediately went to the address the shop manager had given her.

Finding the mysterious person's address would be a major breakthrough.

When they finally arrived at the mysterious person's address, Yuuki Enishi discovered that it was just an ordinary room in an ordinary neighborhood.

The door was locked, and there was nothing unusual about it from the outside.

Next, shall we sneak in and take a look?

Yuuki Yuuki cannot trespass on private property, but the Dark Magical Girl can.

Yuuki Yukino quickly completed her transformation, then controlled the red rope ring on her hand to float towards the keyhole.

Yuuki Yui doesn't know how to pick locks, but she understands the principle behind it: just push up everything that can hold it up inside.

Knowing the principle wasn't enough; picking the lock was much harder than she had imagined.

Yuuki Yui manipulated Yuuki into the keyhole, an attempt that took her a lot of time, but ultimately failed.

Wait a minute, why didn't I slip the red thread through the crack in the door like I did when I peeked at Kurenai and Hyakki getting intimate before?

Yuuki Yui complained that her brain was also foggy from drowsiness. She slipped the red thread through the crack in the door, then wrapped it around the doorknob and easily turned the door open.

Yuuki Yukino deactivated her transformation and, wearing wooden clogs, groped her way into the room in the dark.

Under the moonlight streaming into the room, the whole room looked no different from his own home, except for the different styles of furniture and the overall layout; it was just an ordinary dwelling.

There's a sofa, a TV, a dining table, a kitchen...

Of course, the mysterious person is a magical girl, not a witch living deep in the mountains boiling frogs in a big pot filled with green viscous liquid. People have to live their lives.

But then, Yuuki Yukina saw something even more outrageous than boiling a frog in a big pot.

Something that completely cleared her drowsy mind.

It is people, many, many people.

From the entrance hall to the corner of the living room, in the shadowy place where the moonlight could not reach, people were piled up haphazardly.

Yes, not sitting, not lying down, but stacked up. The girls, in all sorts of awkward and crooked postures, were like little plastic figures in a child's toy box, piled up in various strange positions in different corners of the room.

Is that... a corpse?

The incredibly conspicuous and shocking wounds on their bodies, left by sharp instruments, made it hard for Yuuki Yui not to think about this.

But Yuuki knew that it couldn't possibly be a human corpse.

If it were a corpse, it would definitely show signs of decomposition in the sweltering summer heat; both its smell and condition should change.

But there was no smell in the room, and the people were all intact.

In fact, they can't be described as intact. Judging from the holes in their clothes and the dried bloodstains, if someone really "killed" them, it must have been caused by being pierced by some sharp weapon.

But judging from the degree of blood depletion, it certainly didn't happen in the last few days.

They were simply left there, like discarded dolls.

Furthermore, they must be non-human beings.

What convinced Yuuki Yukari even more that they were not human was that the girls all wore the same clothes and had the same face.

The outfit that Yuuki felt familiar, the long, milk tea-colored hair that Yuuki felt familiar, the twisted glasses frame lying on the ground with countless broken pieces, and the face that Yuuki knew all too well but could never have imagined.

That was the face of the girl who had watched fireworks with Yuuki Yukino just minutes before.

That was the face of the girl who lived next door to Yuuki Yuuki.

That was Lin Jiezi's face.

Those were all Lin Jiezi's faces.

In front of the sofa, instead of a coffee table, was the snow-white coffin that the mysterious man often carried on his back.