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

"Gyoken Mashiro! You're looking at me! You're looking at me, aren't you!"

"As long as you've seen this video, it means my plan is still in progress!"

"That means my counterattack against you has begun!"

Chapter 87 opens the curtain on the Nocturne of Chaos.

On Hong Moli's phone, the call interface displaying the name Yuki Emi was still busy, forcing Hong Moli to hang up. A few more anxious wrinkles appeared on her face.

"No, I still can't get through on the phone. Qianyou, how about you?"

"It's the same with my older sister. She keeps not answering my calls, and even when I send her messages, they're unread." Hyakki Chiyu shook her head and showed Hong Moli a series of unanswered messages on her phone.

Saint Shion's declaration of war has been issued throughout the entire Moonsea City, and a crisis could strike at any moment.

Every second that passes can make the outcome very different.

Standing still and constantly making phone calls is too extravagant; Hong Moli must make the most of every second.

Hong Mali turned her head back and looked through the not-quite-closed auditorium doors at the ballroom, where the lights had been turned on again. But the melodious music was gone, and all that remained were the whispers of the girls in their evening gowns, now in good order.

"What did Sheng Shiyin just say? Could it be true?"

"Principal Mashiro is an evil magical girl?"

"You can't make jokes like that, something must have happened."

"But the dean also said this afternoon..."

Do you really believe what she said?

“I have more faith in the headmaster. During the time that Saint Shiyin was the headmaster, the environment of Saint Youyou Academy was far worse than it has been in the past few months.”

"But... if it's really true..."

Anxiety was spreading among these ignorant girls, and also in the heart of Hong Moli.

Although Koumori, a fallen magical girl, is not at the center of the impending storm, she has another identity: Yuuki Yukino's companion.

If it were Yuuki Yuuki, she would never let a crisis come.

If it were Yuuki Yukino, she would definitely stop them.

If it were Yuuki Yukino... she would do everything in her power to save him, even if he were her former enemy.

Spending so much time with Yuuki Yuuki has influenced me to some extent.

"My older sister and Yuuki Yuuki are probably preparing for their band performance, and they might even be on stage right now. If that's the case, they definitely won't be able to find out about this important news immediately."

Hong Moli softened her tone considerably as she spoke to Bai Gui Qianyou.

"Qianyou, I need you to do something."

"what's up?"

"Go to Moonsea Middle School as fast as you can and tell your older sister this news."

"The fastest speed?" Qianyou asked Hongmoli, confirming the possibility that immediately came to her mind.

"The fastest speed possible." Hong Moli's eyes were filled with certainty.

A hint of worry flashed across Qianyou's face: "Moli, what about you?"

"No matter what, I am the student council president here, so I still have to straighten out the discipline a bit, right? Chiyu, you saw it too, without me, they are in a real panic." Hong Moli tossed her hair and revealed a hearty smile.

Hong Moli's feigned relaxed expression froze involuntarily when she felt the pressure from the hand that Bai Gui Qianyou had extended towards her and pressed against her chest.

Under the gaze of Qianyou's gray eyes, which seemed to see through everything, all of Hongmoli's plans seemed to lose their meaning.

Qianyou already knew what she was thinking.

“Mori’s heart is beating faster.” But Qianyou didn’t say much. She simply raised her hand and pulled up Mori’s collar a few times to straighten Mori’s suit. “Be careful.”

"Don't worry." Hong Moli lowered her long eyelashes.

Watching Hyakki Senyou's figure disappear into the distance, then transform into a gray shooting star and soar into the sky, Kou Mori shook her head helplessly.

"Honestly, you can't fool her eyes at all."

What are the responsibilities of the student council president? Although Hong Moli fulfills them very well, she has never felt a sense of belonging to this job.

Hong Moli was, after all, just a student. It wasn't necessary for her to step forward at this time; even if she left first, no one would say anything. (Ba Shanlin)

The reason she stayed behind and sent Hyakki Chiyu to inform Yuuki and her group was that, in this crisis, someone had to stay and monitor the situation.

This is an extremely dangerous mission, but also a necessary one.

Hong Moli had made up her mind, and Qianyou saw through Moli's determination.

The girls' unspoken understanding allowed them to express their innermost thoughts without hiding them.

"Alright." Hong Moli turned her neck, put her phone into her suit pocket, shook out the hem of her black suit, and stepped onto the red lamb carpet of the ballroom.

"It's time for me to do what I can to help."

……

Meanwhile, in the underground cathedral of St. Yuu Academy, a black-haired nun knelt at the feet of St. Shion, rubbing her cheek against St. Shion's boots in a fawning manner.

"Master, Master... I've done it, I've done it! What's next? What should Master do next?"

For the past few days, it seemed that Shengshiyin had been sitting on the bench. She spread her legs apart, used her boots to cover Xiu'er's face, and slowly got up from the stone bench.

"Is there any movement from Mashiro Gyoken?"

“No, she has never left the board of directors.” The nun crawled on all fours, looking up at Saint Shiyin, who looked somewhat disheveled but still aloof.

With numb legs and heavy steps, Sheng Shiyin limped toward the huge podium.

“Very good, very good. We’ve succeeded halfway, no, more than halfway. You taught me to strike when the enemy is most relaxed, Mashiro-neechan.”

Saint Shiyin smiled as she walked.

The distance between the podium and the chair was only a few steps, but it took her a very long time, as if it had been centuries.

Neither the nun kneeling on the ground, gazing intently at Saint Shiyin, nor Saint Shiyin herself, slowly moving her legs, made a single extra sound.

"call……"

Finally, as if she had used up all her strength in those few steps, Sheng Shiyin reached the podium and slumped heavily onto the bench, breathing heavily against it.

"It's not the right time yet, it's not chaotic enough. The last bomb I have must be detonated at the most opportune time and in the most opportune place, otherwise all my previous efforts will be in vain."

Saint Shiyin spoke in a heavy, breathy voice, then suddenly seemed to choke herself, her breathing becoming even heavier.

Those few gasps seemed to be trying to expel all the air from her lungs. Then, Sheng Shiyin's body fell forward, her hands supporting her on the stone podium, and she retched violently, resting her forehead on her arm.

Qiu Wu's father ("Master!")

The nun got up from the ground and walked over to Saint Shiyin's side in a few steps.

The nun wanted to go closer to check on Saint Shion's condition, but was stopped by Saint Shion's raised hand, who was still lying on the podium breathing heavily.

"I'm fine." The resonant sound of Sheng Shiyin's panting breaths sounded like a whistle, making one frown involuntarily: "I'm fine."

The nun stood there in a daze, then slowly knelt down.

"There is one more thing I need to tell you."

After coughing for a long time, Sheng Shiyin slowly got up from the podium and wiped her lips with her sleeve.

"Now, immediately, stir up the situation, the more chaotic the better."

"It has to be so chaotic that... all those magical girls, Koumori, Nishio Reki, Yuuki Yuki, Urobuchi Mashiro, everyone has to be involved."

……

"Where is the Dean? We still can't get in touch with him?"

The teacher in charge of managing the dance was sweating profusely, anxiously asking another teacher standing next to her who was repeatedly dialing a number.

"We couldn't get in touch with her. The dean isn't answering the phone, and we don't know how to contact her either." The teacher next to her held up her phone shakily, hung up the busy signal, and looked up at the teacher in charge with a helpless expression.

"Keep making the call!" The teacher in charge waved her hand, then raised it again, stopping the teacher next to her from continuing to dial, and retracting her previous order.

"No, stop making calls now. Former Principal St. Shion just said that Principal St. Mashiro is probably in a meeting with the board of directors. Hurry! Go to the board meeting and find her!"

"We know that, but that's the board of directors, what if..."

"Even if it disturbs the board of directors, it doesn't matter. The current situation is beyond our control!"

The situation was extremely chaotic, and even the teachers at the prestigious St. Eternal Academy, which provides excellent education, would be at a loss when faced with such a situation.

It is precisely because this place offers excellent education and has a strict hierarchical system like a church, and every student here is a descendant of social elites, that makes the job even more difficult for these teachers.

The consequences of acting on their own initiative are not something they can afford, so they always have to report to higher authorities and wait for their judgment.

Such a structure was originally synonymous with rigor, and because of their consistent rigor, Saint Eternal Academy always prepared very comprehensive contingency plans.

However, if unexpected situations arise, the structure of St. Eternal Academy becomes a limitation for everyone.

This limitation is most evident in the students who were kept in place by the teachers to maintain discipline at the dance.

Restoring order was Hong Moli's requirement and the right choice. However, after the order was restored, the teachers did not know how to settle the students. But leaving the students to wait would only make the situation more chaotic.

But these students were all waiting for instructions from their teachers, and could only wait for their teachers' instructions.

As she walked back into the room from the doorway, watching the teacher from before rush past her, and then looking at the room full of students, Hong Moli's brows furrowed even more deeply.

This can't go on.

"Teacher, how is the situation now?" Hong Moli approached the teacher in charge and asked in a low voice.

Upon seeing Hong Moli, the teacher in charge's eyes visibly lit up.

The student council president's opinion is more worthy of consideration than that of the teachers, not only because students' own decisions can bypass the rules of reporting through multiple levels, but also because Hong Moli's ability is absolutely trustworthy, even surpassing that of teachers who only focus on one area.

"The situation isn't looking good. Principal Makoto of St. Makoto Academy isn't answering the phone, and we don't know what to do either." The teacher in charge and Koumori didn't need to hide anything from each other, so they answered truthfully.

“In that case,” Hong Moli pondered for a moment, then made a decisive decision: “Have everyone evacuate from here immediately, not just this ballroom, but also St. Yuu Academy. We need to be quick.”

"Evacuate, evacuate?" The teacher was also taken aback by Hong Moli's decisive action.

Most of the students are wearing dance skirts now, and it's the dead of winter. Getting them to change into their usual clothes and then arranging for their orderly evacuation is no small task.

Hong Moli's tone was firm and left no room for argument: "Evacuate. We don't know if what the former headmistress of St. Shion said is true or false, but if it really involves magical girls, it will be very dangerous to stay here. Even if it's not an orderly evacuation, it doesn't matter. Close the auditorium now."

"But, do we really not need to wait for Principal Mashiro?" The teacher in charge was a little unsure and couldn't make up her mind for a long time.