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

If Koumori hadn't held back at all, Kuroba's reincarnation might have been better off being sliced ​​in half by a chainsaw.

"Moli."

Hyakki Senyou called out softly again.

This time, however, Hong Moli did not refuse Bai Gui Qianyou's embrace. Instead, she turned around and hugged Bai Gui Qianyou into her arms.

"Qianyou, I'm a little scared."

She was frank and open, and had nothing to hide from the person she loved.

"It's okay, I'm here."

As Hyakki Chiyu spoke, her soft palm gently stroked the top of Koumori's hair, her fingers repeatedly caressing her smooth golden hair.

Hong Moli murmured, burying her face in Qian You's shoulder.

I don't want to resort to violence to retaliate, I don't want to arbitrarily deny other people's future, and I don't want to feel the endless emptiness I once felt after taking revenge.

But then, what should I do?

“I’m not afraid of taking everything away from her. I’m… afraid that if I really do that, if I’m consumed by hatred, I’ll become like her… like Gen Urobuchi Mashiro… But I don’t know what to do anymore.”

"But you didn't."

"And what about you? I don't want you to lose your judgment because of my actions. You should have your own judgment, and you can decide for yourself how to deal with her. Am I... rambling a bit?"

"That's right. But this is the Mari I know. Don't overthink it, okay?"

Hong Moli nodded hesitantly and slowly raised her head from Qian You's shoulder.

Qianyou patted Moli's back again to soothe her emotions before slowly walking towards the fallen Kuroba Laisei.

Do you want to die?

The calm tone made it impossible to tell whether it was a threat or a mundane question.

But Kuroba Laisei was still retching, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

Do you want to die?

Qianyou asked again, the back of the long katana already pressed against Kuroba Laisei's chin. With the slow rotation of Qianyou's wrist, she forced Kuroba Laisei to look at her.

Kuroba Reisei raised her face, which had already been washed by tears. The intense pain left her in a dazed state, and her empty eyes could not reflect the shadow of Hyakki Senyou.

When Qianyou asked the question for the third time, Heiyu Laisheng seemed to finally understand what the other person was saying. He shook his head vigorously from side to side several times, as if he had used all his strength.

"Oh."

Qianyou gave a silent reply without any emotional fluctuation.

With a flick of her wrist, the long katana swung wildly in the girl's hand, creating a dazzling display of swordplay.

With a flash of light, the girl's wand was back in its sheath, as if nothing had happened.

Black Feather Reincarnation had already flown out once again, crashing into the solid wall once more, letting out an incredibly weak groan once more, struggling to get up from the ground several times, only to fall helplessly back to the original spot each time.

The gray-haired girl put away her weapon and once again embraced Mari.

In the vast warehouse, time seemed to stand still.

After a long silence, Yuuki Yuki broke the stillness.

"Is that all?"

"I don't know." Hong Mo immediately shook her head. "I really don't know."

"But I think it's fine as it is for now, right?"

"You've forgiven her?"

"How could that be? What right do I have to forgive her? And what right do I have to forgive her on behalf of others? It's just that I feel I shouldn't be the one to decide her fate on my own. She has hurt far too many people. I don't want to be so selfish and arrogant as to make decisions for others on my own."

As Hong Moli spoke, she looked at Yuuki Yukino with her bright eyes.

Do you want me to do this?

"I don't care. She's of no use to me now anyway. Keeping her around will only make things more expensive, so you can do whatever you want with her." Yuuki Yuen shrugged. "Even if you don't do anything with her, it has nothing to do with me."

"How cunning! She's dumped such a heavy burden on me. But I think that, for now, she's probably more useful alive than if we eliminate her. Don't you think so too?"

“My opinion doesn’t matter at all. Even if you cut her head off, I won’t say a word against it.”

Just then, Kuroba Kiyo, who hadn't uttered a sound except for wailing the whole time, finally spoke her first words.

"You...won't kill me, and you won't execute me...right?"

Upon hearing this annoying voice, Hong Moli's originally upbeat tone unconsciously turned cold.

“I never said that.”

"If you can let me go, may I shamelessly ask you for one thing?"

Kuroba Laisei struggled to his feet, then knelt heavily on both knees, bowing humbly to the three people before him.

"Please, please save Sheng Shiyin, save my stupid master."

Chapter 136 Thank you for the compliment

Kuroba Laishi felt that there was only darkness around him.

Apart from that, all that remained was the persistent, strange feeling within my body.

It was a sweet pain she had never experienced before, as if it were filling her up, tearing her apart, melting her brain, and letting her consciousness dissipate into soft clouds.

But just as she was about to reach the clouds, it was as if countless giant hands called Silence grabbed her, causing her to fall from the heights of thousands of miles, crashing back into the cold reality.

Moreover, any sweetness, given the passage of time, will turn into torment akin to eternal hell before reaching an unreachable end.

Kuroba Reisei no longer wanted to continue this torment.

She wanted to release her pent-up frustration, to cry out in anguish, and even to end this pain forever.

But this can only be wishful thinking, a delusion born from being forced to move forward on a road with no end.

Why am I still alive?

Why do I still retain consciousness?

Kuroba Laisei began to think, even though the current situation was not suitable for her to do so.

But if she doesn't continue to think, she will surely be driven mad by the endless, recurring strange sensations deep within her body.

Going insane might be the best outcome, but someone is deliberately controlling it, whether it's maintaining one's sanity or preventing oneself from reaching the desired destination.

In the endless darkness, Kuroba saw a ray of light.

"President, are you still persevering? It must be really tough."

A petite girl with long, light yellow hair slowly walked into the room following the light. Her fair fingertips brushed across Kuroba Laisei's sweaty cheek, forcing Kuroba Laisei to raise her chin and look at that face.

In the first few days, Kuroba Laisei wanted nothing more than to tear that face and its owner to shreds, but now she no longer had that thought.

Whether it's strength or desire, Kuroba will have none in her next life.

Even that pathetic sense of shame is gone now.

Even though he was honestly revealing all his secrets to the girl, Kuroba Reisei would not feel any emotional fluctuation.

She had only one thought in mind: to escape from this endless hell.

"Oh? Does the president have something to say?" The girl covered her mouth in feigned surprise, then her mischievous eyes subtly curved upwards.

"Alright, then let me hear what the president, who has persisted for so long, has to say to me."

At the girl's command, the white-clad nuns following behind her formed a circle around Kuroba Laishi and removed all the restraints from her body.

The reincarnation of Kuroba had also been praying for this moment to come quickly, so that she would have the strength to fight to the death and escape from this hell.

She did try, and she did fail; the hell she was experiencing now was a result of those thoughtless actions.

Now she had even given up the idea of ​​running away, and just quietly, trembling, let the nuns remove all the heavy shackles from her body, including those that had given her both joy and pain.

Her body became lighter, and with it, she felt empty—but thanks to them, Kuroba finally found some solace in her afterlife.

Watching Kuroba Laisei curled up on the floor, convulsing and emitting a hoarse yet high-pitched cry unique to young girls, the girl's smile seemed to deepen a little.

"Honestly, all I wanted was to lighten the burden on the president, and this is how it turned out... Pfft, how embarrassing, president."

Kuroba was speechless in her next life. The lingering feeling that had resonated with her soul left her body still out of control. Although she knew she was already in a very shameful state, compared to her momentary satisfaction and relaxation, the boring dignity she had once cherished was utterly insignificant.

In the face of life, nothing else matters.

This idea only stayed in her mind for a few minutes.

As she gradually regained control of her body, felt a chill, and was able to start thinking about other things again, Kuroba briefly became herself again, instead of being a toy for others to admire.

"Why...why..."

With great effort, Kuroba Laisei opened and closed his chapped lips and uttered these words.

"Oh? President? What did you just say?" The girl still squinted her eyes, swaying her legs and hopping around the room with a look of amusement, showing no trace of her usual tired expression.

"Why...why did this happen to me..."

"Huh? What? I can't hear you?" The girl deliberately pressed her ear close and said loudly.

"I... said..."

When Kuroba Laishi wanted to explain a few more words, she noticed the girl's malicious smile.

The other party is just playing with me.

This woman heard it all!

Normally, I would definitely use my own strength to teach the other party a good lesson.

As if she could read Kuroba Rise's mind, the girl leaned her head close to Kuroba Rise.

"You're thinking that if you still had the power, you wouldn't tolerate me doing this to you, right?"

Kuroba Laishi was speechless for a moment.

She couldn't admit it, nor could she refute it; she could only pretend that she really hadn't heard it.

"Having spent so much time with you, I recognize your eyes, President. You must be thinking this: if you could, you would pin me to the ground and make me pay for everything I've done to you, right?"

The girl giggled, as if the remark was genuinely funny.