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

She was still too weak.

"Sigh, this is boring." Genken Mashiro shook his head, looking utterly disappointed with the current situation.

The grand stage and the actors who were completely uncooperative with her performance made her feel utterly disappointed.

But what actually overflowed wasn't something so ethereal; it was a mixture of colorful pigments.

“My ‘child,’ I will personally send you on your way.”

The chaotic color blocks are like a wave on a distant sea. From afar, they may seem insignificant, but only when that wave is actually in front of you will you know what kind of power it contains.

When Hong Moli's tightly gripped magic wand collided with that wave of color, she realized just how overconfident she had been.

The guy who indiscriminately purges all magical girls, a fact widely known among magical girls, is someone she simply cannot contend with.

The girl who tried to challenge the sea was inevitably swallowed by the waves, as if the heavy pressure of the deep sea was squeezing every inch of Hong Moli's skin and every bone.

Pain, suffocation, and that deep-seated sense of powerlessness.

If Hong Moli hadn't transformed into Eight Thoughts, it wouldn't have lasted even a second.

Even so, she couldn't hold on any longer.

Using her wand, her body, and everything she had, Hong Moli thought she would block such an attack and protect Bai Gui Qian You behind her from the opponent's attack.

However, unable to stop this attack, she caught a glimpse of Hyakki Chiyou, who was also being dragged into the fray, out of the corner of her eye.

She was drifting along, as if she had been thrown into a washing machine, like a butterfly in a storm, rising and falling with the current.

She saw Hyakki Chiyou open her mouth and say something to her.

She understood, and what Bai Gui Qian You said to her was: "That's enough."

Enough for what?

Is it enough to face danger alone?

Is it enough to walk to the end with yourself?

Or is it enough to meet and fall in love with oneself before life comes to an end?

Not enough! Not nearly enough!

Hongmo's ideals go beyond just these.

She is very greedy.

I finally confessed my feelings to Hyakki Chiyu, finally won her affections, and finally we've come this far together.

It was not easy... that I finally saw a ray of light illuminating me in the pale world filled with family and studies, and through that glimmer of light, I saw the path to my future.

It was not easy for her to finally become a real person named Hong Moli!

It's not enough! It's simply not enough!

Hongmo's ideals go beyond just these.

She is very greedy.

He wanted power, more power, the power to tear this woman with the malicious look in her eyes to shreds.

She wanted to reclaim the power to shape her future.

Even if it means taking everything from others, you must gain the power for your own future.

"Ok?"

Genji Mashiro, who was fiddling with her paintbrush with her arms crossed, let out a soft, puzzled hum.

An incongruous color has appeared in her palette.

It rampaged and ravaged, staining everything in its path a deep crimson.

"Haaaaaah!"

The girl's piercing scream echoed throughout the undeveloped forest, startling the crows perched on the branches, which flapped their wings and added a spreading dark cloud to the sky.

"No way? There's such a thing?"

Mashiro Gorky found something that excited her even more than those desperate expressions and painful cries.

What she considered a failure months ago, the seed she planted back then, has suddenly sprouted.

The crimson-clad girl tore through the torrent of magic with her sharp claws, like a fledgling bird hatching from its shell. She flapped her jet-black wings and, dragging her now completely transformed magical attire, rose into the sky.

Under the pure white moonlight, that extra bit of red stood out starkly.

It's also incredibly exciting.

Crimson magic gathered before Mashiro's eyes, shrinking smaller and smaller under her gaze until it resembled a stamp, leaving a unique mark on the blonde girl under the moonlight.

The girl opened her arms, and from the surging, blood-like magic, she suddenly pulled out a brand-new magic wand and a chainsaw almost as tall as herself.

"Wow, this is amazing! So beautiful! I can't believe I'm seeing something like this! It's incredible, absolutely fantastic!"

Genken Mashiro raised her head, gazing up at the being she shouldn't have been looking up to, and let out a joyful celebration.

The next second, her fanatical expression froze on her face.

Xu Yanzhenbai was exposed.

Although at that time, Komamori was completely unaware of what had actually happened.

None of the hundred ghosts and thousand demons that fell from the torn torrent were among them.

But Genki Mashiro was indeed seen through, her fervor gradually turning into an expression of bewilderment.

What pierced her shouldn't be called an object; it was a ball of energy, a kind of magic, an object that kept changing shape, a color that she couldn't depict with all the paint she had.

Genken Mashiro stiffly turned her head toward the direction from which the blow that had pierced her had come.

As expected, all she saw, and all she was supposed to see, was that one person.

Her long, brown hair, draped over her shoulders, seemed undisturbed by the breeze in the forest, hanging quietly behind her head; her empty eyes reflected no color, her pupils a void even darker than the night.

She stood there, hidden among the fallen trees, yet it was as if nothing existed there.

The pupils of Gen Ken Mashiro, whose gaze had been gradually unfocusing, suddenly returned to normal, and he stared intently at the girl in the darkness who was launching a truly invisible attack at him.

"Huh? Oh, I actually attracted you here? Did I go too far?"

Genjiro murmured, but did not answer, nor could he possibly answer.

This was all within Mashiro Gorgen's expectations.

Bubbles overflowing with iridescent light began to rise from the ground beneath Shinjiro's feet, replacing the melting of the colors that made up the stage.

The bubbles stretched, merged, and then split again, dancing around their owner and covering Genki Mashiro's entire body.

Then, the radiant bubbles burst, and the girl inside them also burst, just like a real soap bubble that leaves no trace after it breaks.

Whether or not Mashiro Gakuen breaks has nothing to do with Koumori.

From a certain day on, she could no longer tolerate the existence of anyone else.

Having witnessed Mashiro Gyoken's inexplicable departure, Koumori fell from the sky and quickly ran to the side of Chiyu Hyakki, who had fallen to the ground.

A flash of magical light, and Hong Moli returned to the large cloak she had worn at the beginning. The girl, having deactivated her transformation, knelt down and embraced the girl who had been attacked along with her and was now lying on the ground.

"Qianyou? Qianyou! Are you alright? Are you... are you okay?"

Hong Moli called out the other's name and tried to pick her up, but her own legs went weak and she knelt on the damp earth, still in the position of holding Bai Gui Qian You.

"I'm fine." Bai Gui Qianyou slowly opened her eyes, but her voice was weak and feeble.

"That's good, it's good that everything's alright..." Hong Moli lowered her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

But something else that caught her eye made her heart leap into her throat.

Just now, she felt a surge of power, as if something new was overflowing from her body.

The truth of that power is imprinted on his own body.

The black demonic runes, symbolizing corruption, peeked out silently from the open collar, barely visible.

"Ah..." Hong Moli let out a soft cry, reaching out to protect her collar.

Before that hand touched her clothes, Hong Moli noticed that Hyakki Senyou's gaze had stopped in the same place as hers.

That gaze was like a scorching sun, leaving this little bat, who had become a companion of the night, nowhere to hide.

She reluctantly lowered her hand, her canine teeth digging into her lips, and buried her head even lower.

"I...I've already..." Hong Moli stammered, glancing at the black demonic patterns peeking out from her open clothes, then at Bai Gui Qianyou staring at her with an inescapable gaze: "Or else..."

She has become a corrupted magical girl without her knowledge.

She has become the enemy of all ghosts and spirits.

Not an enemy that one thinks should be defeated, but an undeniable foe with no possibility of reconciliation, a true enemy to be fought to the death.

Koumori was also a magical girl in the past, and she knew what kind of ending she should face.

Rather than fighting to the very end with other magical girls, it's better to...

Hong Mo thought to herself, casting hopeful glances at the hundred ghosts and a thousand spirits.

"It's alright." Hyakki Chiyu shook her head.

Before Hong Moli could say anything, all of her thoughts were completely understood by Bai Gui Qianyou.

Covering most of their lives up to this point, nearly ten years of getting along has made it easy for Hyakki Chiyou to understand Hong Moli's every move.

But Hong Moli didn't understand what Bai Gui Qian You was talking about at this moment.

"what?"

"Wherever Mori goes, I will be with her."

As Hyakki Chiyu spoke, she placed one hand against Mari's trembling lips, calming her unease.

"You can confidently show me everything about Mori."

The thumb that was pressed against Hong Moli's lips traced across her cool lips, then pressed against her face, cupping her cheeks in its palm.

"All the unease, all the unhappiness, all the things that Mori doesn't want to face, I will help her eat them up."

As Hyakki Chiyu said this, it was Hong Moli's lips that were bitten first.