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

When asked this question, Baqi raised her eyebrows, then slowly lowered them, her long eyelashes curving into slits, and the corners of her pursed lips curving into a gentle arc.

"I think she must be very tired. Taking on such an important position at such a young age, I definitely couldn't do it if it were me."

"Seriously, Inuyama-kun is too modest." The girl who asked the question also laughed genuinely.

"I'm not being modest, I genuinely think Sheng is amazing." Baqi said with a smile.

Although her smile concealed an incongruous weariness.

Although she didn't say the second half of her inappropriate sentence.

She probably won't be a good headmistress, but she will definitely do everything in her power to be one, even if it means using inappropriate methods.

Inuyama Tomoe could tell that Seishion also had something buried in her heart.

She's the kind of person who's willing to break the rules for those things.

Why would Baqi think about these things now?

Perhaps it's because she was right.

To make Kuroba Rei, this corrupted magical girl, the student council president, he would rather use other forces to control himself than compromise the stability of St. Eternal Academy.

And... even at the cost of betraying his own mission, he cooperated with such a dangerous guy as Genken Mashiro in order to achieve a certain goal.

Although Seishin isn't particularly strong in academics, management, or magical girl powers, she's a terrifying individual.

However, that's the end of it.

Rainwater fell into the puddles, splashing up ripples.

It landed on the head of the solemnly kneeling, powerless Sheng Shiyin in the puddle, and on the sickle that clattered out of her hand and landed beside her.

Rain fell on Sheng Shiyin's back as she was thrown into the water with a splash, as if covering her with a handful of mud.

The cylinder of the gun spun with a click, and a spent cartridge clattered to the ground.

Behind Baqi, flames burst forth.

With her back to the explosion, Baqi didn't even glance back. Her military boots pounded through the puddles as she walked towards the higher mountaintop.

That was her destination.

Just as Inuyama Tomoe's foot was about to land, pale flames erupted from the ground.

Baqi immediately withdrew her foot, which was about to land firmly, and took a half step back.

The gushing flames formed a raging wall of fire, completely blocking Baqi's path.

Baqi heard the sharp, screeching sound of a sharp object scraping across the ground, the sound of someone stirring up puddles that could be clearly heard even amidst the pouring rain, the sound of wet fabric rubbing together, and the sound of someone slowly getting up from the ground.

"That ball of flame..."

Mizuno Yu, who was fighting back after falling back into the nuns' encirclement, shifted her gaze as she stared at the flames that shot up from the ground, swallowing hard to moisten her dry throat.

"What happened to that thing?!"

Amidst the deafening thunder, Helica had to raise her voice several octaves to reach Mizuno Yu's ears.

"That woman's strength is very dangerous. If I could, I would never want to fight her a second time."

"Why? Is that guy really that strong?"

"This isn't a matter of strength or weakness; her attribute is pure 'death'."

Saint Shion, leaning on her enormous scythe, slowly rose from the water. The blade of the scythe reflected the incredulous expression on Inuyama Tomoe's face as she suddenly turned around.

"Big sister." Sheng Shiyin stroked the blade of the scythe, gazing at the enormous weapon with her golden eyes.

"Lend me your power once more."

Baqi's spear blade swung towards Sheng Shiyin once again, striking the scythe that Sheng Shiyin had swung as she turned around.

Baqi wanted to interrupt Shengshiyin, but it was too late.

The pale flames spread along the scythe to Saint Shion's body, and her nun's habit turned to ashes in the flames.

"This is the angel of death, who sits in the position of a seraph."

The girl's short hair, which was only partially concealed by flames, quickly faded, turning into the color of ashes that looked as if it had been burned by flames.

"Fellow countrymen soaring in the Garden of Eden, liberate your memories along with eternal memories!"

Six faint, pale wings of light unfurled behind the girl. They were not bird wings, but rather appeared as intermittent, thin, burning flames.

"Abandon everything past and future; this moment is eternity."

The simple, white robe was no different from the angels depicted in divine texts serving God in the tranquil Garden of Eden.

"I am the angel who will reclaim the ideal land, and my name is Gabriel."

Just looking at this magical outfit, it was as if Saint Shion was not a nun serving God, but a true apostle of God who had ascended to heaven.

But the enormous scythe that didn't quite match her clothes, and the cold, lifeless flames, made her look like a terrifying death god, her skin stained white with bone dust.

But Baqi didn't see it that way.

"What kind of angel is that? She's just wearing a white bathrobe!"

As Baqi spoke, she revealed her sharp little tiger teeth, her thumb spinning the cylinder of the gun blade, ready to face any impact.

Even though Saint Shion herself had changed into a sacred outfit, her inner self remained unchanged, and she was now angrily swinging her scythe and slashing at him again.

"You talk too much! Too much!"

On the other side, the girl who was almost entirely reduced to white after the gods were liberated was much calmer.

Without uttering a word, she watched as she drove the pink-haired girl in her tattered shrine maiden outfit into a corner.

Chapter 121 Torrential Rain

Beneath the massive black magic runes that stretched across the entire block, Genki Mashiro leaned against a roadside bench, gazing up at the magnificent scene she had created.

"Little Shiyin, I want to ask you something."

As Genken Mashiro spoke, he lowered his head to bring the distant gaze back to himself, pressing a cotton ball soaked in iodine onto the wound on his calf that had been cut by Nishio Reki's sharp blade.

The oozing blood immediately seeped through the purple-stained part of the cotton ball, darkening the color and spreading into an irregular patch of bright red on the white cotton ball, eventually turning everything red.

Saint Shion's gaze fell on the red patch on her calf, and she exhaled a breath of hot air from her nostrils, as if she were sighing silently, before looking away again.

The cotton ball fell to the dusty ground as the tweezers loosened, and was picked up by Genki Mashiro, who bent down in pain. A band-aid was taken out of the first aid kit and placed on the wound.

Seishin sat obediently next to Genki Mashiro, her hands on her knees, tilting her head to look in Genki Mashiro's direction.

Everything that Genki Mashiro was doing was taken in by her without exception, and even the new wounds on his body after fighting Nishio Reki made her frown.

Saint Shiyin opened her mouth, turning all the words of concern she was about to say into a soft sigh and her relaxed tone.

"Mashiro-neechan, what do you want to ask?"

Instead of answering Seishin's question immediately, Genki Mashiro silently clenched her teeth and ripped off the band-aid that had just been applied and was already soaked with blood.

Veins bulged on the girl's forehead, and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose in that instant.

Genki Mashiro crumpled the stained band-aid into a ball and tore off a new one to cover the wound.

As expected, spots of bright red appeared on the bandage again, but the red seemed much smaller, so small that they resembled sparse stars invisible in the sky, unable to connect to form a galaxy.

But the bleeding stopped eventually.

When Genji Mashiro opened his mouth, his voice was weary.

"How are the Sisters of the Holy Church, who are responsible for maintaining order, doing now?"

“She’s gone.” Seishin shook her head, her eyes gradually growing melancholy. “Sister Mashiro, you are the last remaining member.”

"I knew it." Genki Mashiro slowly closed her eyes, draped her arms over the back of the bench, looked up at the sky, and uttered a question that seemed almost imperceptible: "Then are those nuns now also her power?"

"Mashiro-neechan noticed." Seishine moved back a little, leaning her soft, fluffy clothes against the cool back of the bench, bringing her even closer to Gen Urobuchi Mashiro.

Seishion longed to lean on Genji Mashiro's shoulder, just as she had done so naturally before.

She almost did it subconsciously, but the faint smell of dust and blood in the air reminded her that this was not the past, and she abandoned this childish act.

"Those children were all born from the power of my sister."

"They are the last companions my sister left me."

……

The rumbling thunder gradually subsided, and the rain seemed to lessen, falling sparsely on the dilapidated road and on the nuns lying haphazardly on both sides of the road.

Tiny flames ignited on the fallen nuns, disappearing along with them.

Herika and Yu had seen this scene countless times before; ever since they joined the battle, similar scenes had been playing out over and over again.

This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.

Compared to when the battle began, the nuns were appearing much less frequently, and the nuns on the streets were now scattered, no longer causing trypophobia as much as when locusts swarmed through the area.

But there are still quite a few, and it doesn't seem like an obstacle that the two of them can easily overcome.

Moreover, while the number of nuns is decreasing rapidly, the magical girls fighting them are also consuming their magic and stamina. It is still unknown which side will burn out first.

"You were absolutely right! They really aren't endless! If we keep fighting like this, we can wear her down, right?"

Helica leaned against the hammer, panting heavily. Several chains of lightning wove into a net around her, constantly being worn down by the nuns' attacks, but also taking the girls' lives.

Herica could barely keep her eyes open at this moment. The dual torment of reduced magic power and depleted physical strength was constantly swirling around her, forcing her to take a break even in such a critical situation on the battlefield.

Otherwise, she couldn't think of any other way to keep going.

Mizuno Yuya temporarily released her divine release. The two arrows of light that cleared the way for Tomoe, which were thicker than the tree trunks in the shrine, had put a lot of pressure on her. If she continued, it would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, wasting her magic power.

Mizuno Yu, who had anticipated this and was conserving her magic, could only repeat the mechanical action of drawing her bow, shooting the heads of the approaching nuns straight through.

"That seems to be the case, but it's not quite what I expected." Mizuno Yu's breathing was also unsteady, and her voice was choked as if she had just finished a vigorous workout.

"What's different?"

Helica took a couple of breaths, staggered to her feet from in front of the hammer, gripped the handle with one hand, gritted her teeth, and laboriously slammed the heavy warhammer onto her shoulder.

Feeling the weight of the warhammer, Helica's body visibly sank. She bent her knees and straightened her legs to brace against the weight, barely managing to squat into a lunge position and stabilize her center of gravity.

Mizuno Yu raised her finger, pointing to the center of the raging, pale flames, where Sainti was engaged in a fierce battle with Baqi.

"That woman doesn't seem to have run out of magic power because we defeated so many of these monsters. She is indeed strong, but she shouldn't have so much magic power. Otherwise, she would have been able to stop both of us at the same time."