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

"Accomplice? What does that mean?"

Although Yuuki Yui's goal was probably to temporarily stabilize Urobuchi Mashiro, she was equally curious about this issue.

This wasn't just because of gossip; Yuuki En had a premonition that something extraordinary might be hidden in Gorgen Mashiro's past experiences.

At the same time, she needs to distract Mashiro Urouge as much as possible.

"Are you curious about me?" It seemed that because of the continuous infusion of magic into Seishin's body, Genki Mashiro's breathing had begun to become somewhat erratic. Amidst her uneven breathing, Genki Mashiro asked this question.

“Yes, I’m curious.” Yuuki Yui agreed without any hesitation: “I really want to know what turned you into this.”

Genken Mashiro stared at Yuuki Yuuki for a while, as if trying to figure out whether Yuuki Yuuki's words or the things Yuuki Yuuki had said before were all lies.

After a long pause, Genken Mashiro posed a question in response to Yuuki Yukino's question: "I'm also very curious about you. You possess Nyarlathotep's power, yet you know nothing about Nyarlathotep and the Church. Where did you obtain your Nyarlathotep power from? And who gave it to you?"

“Everyone has their own little secrets.” Yuuki Yuuki tilted her head.

But then, the tentacles binding her became active again because of Yuuki Yuki's small movements. The winding tentacles climbed up Yuuki Yuki's body and tightly constricted her joints.

However, Yuuki Yuki did not take any further action. The tentacles gradually became docile and stopped moving. One tentacle wrapped around Yuuki Yuki's mouth several times like a strip of cloth, completely silencing her.

During his conversation with Mashiro, Asahi didn't seem to be idle either, constantly watching his every move.

After the strange feeling of being covered in her body completely disappeared, Yuuki Yukino continued, "So, how about we make a deal?"

"Don't listen to her nonsense." Asahi immediately interrupted Yuuki Yuuki: "Since just now, you've been deliberately talking about pointless things with Mashiro. It's about time you stopped."

It seems I used a little too much force.

However, Yuuki Eri must maintain this momentum, because it would be more suspicious if she changed her attitude based on other people's reactions.

Genjiro Mashiro's expression shifted, but it wasn't a hint he was giving.

Then, Yuuki Yui felt the tentacles on her mouth being removed by Asahiya at the behest of Urobuchi Mashiro.

“Your deal isn’t about cooperating with me and voluntarily handing over the portion of your power to me,” Mashiro Urokin said, surprisingly teasingly.

"Of course not, I'm always thinking about how to kill you." Yuuki Yuen grinned, her provocation couldn't be stronger.

"So what do you want to trade?" Genken Mashiro asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I want to know about you, and in return, I will tell you how I obtained Nyarlathotep’s power,” Yuuki Yuuki replied.

It's true that Mashiro Gyoken's past may hold some secrets, but it's also important that Mashiro Gyoken believes she's "there to gather intelligence."

In any case, as long as Mashiro Gorgen doesn't realize his true purpose in the end, that's enough.

"Why do you think I would agree to your request?" Genken Mashiro asked in return, with a hint of mockery, clearly wanting to see what Yuuki Yuki was up to.

This guy really doesn't believe in himself.

"Because there's nothing we can do, neither you nor I, otherwise we'll just wait for you to use all that power..."

As Yuuki Yuen spoke, she emphasized the words "there's nothing we can do," implying that no further explanation was needed.

But halfway through her speech, Yuuki Yukino's expression suddenly changed.

From the very beginning, Mashiro's actions were so natural that Yuuki Yuuki almost forgot what Mashiro was doing.

She was pouring all the filth she had collected from everyone's bodies, along with a large amount of magic, into Saintess's body.

Saint Shion is now the embodiment of the original magical girl. If it were just a matter of suppressing Saint Shion's power with those impurities, Mashiro Urouge should have done it long ago.

The fact that Shion didn't go berserk when Nishio Koyomi forcibly awakened the original magical girl is the best proof of this.

So what is Mashiro Gakuen doing now?

No, it's not suppression. What she's doing is what she said before: letting the dead primordial darkness descend upon this world again.

Using hymns as the base form?

That was the embodiment of the original magical girl's power!

Is Saint Shion considering using a large amount of filth to corrupt the primordial magical girl, thus creating a non-existent primordial darkness?!

Are you kidding me? How could such a thing be possible?

It feels like knowing someone is stealing something, but just when you think they're only stealing manhole covers, you discover they've dug up the national power cable.

Although it's a bit abstract, that's roughly the idea.

The difference between the two is completely different!

Yuuki Yui was now genuinely feeling a chill; a coldness was creeping up her spine and spreading throughout her body.

Seeing that Yuuki Yui had only finished speaking halfway, Gen Urobuchi Mashiro couldn't help but let out a soft "Eh."

"Ok?"

"What...are you doing?" Yuuki Yuen's voice was a little hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time, and her pronunciation was unclear.

Genken Mashiro's gaze, which had been fixed on Yuuki Yuuki, flickered a few times, as if she were trying to determine whether Yuuki Yuuki was pretending to be stupid or was really stupid.

She quickly formed her own judgment.

"I am infusing the filth we have collected and the primordial magic into the body of Saint Hymne."

"Isn't it obvious at a glance? I'm asking you why you did it?"

Yuuki Yukino couldn't tell whether she was genuinely angry or just stalling for time in another way.

Just thinking about what Genki Mashiro is doing makes Yuuki Yukino's thinking inevitably start to become sluggish.

“Because I need to bring the Primordial Darkness back to Moonsea City,” Genken Mashiro replied casually.

"If you want the primordial darkness to descend, do you have to corrupt the primordial power?"

"Pollution? Yuuki Yuuki, what are you talking about? Wasn't the primordial power the source of pollution from the very beginning?"

"But what are you talking about?"

“I was saying…” Genken Mashiro stopped there, his lowered eyelids obscuring most of his swirling eyes, leaving only a narrow slit through which a look of doubt and disbelief shone: “Yuki Yuki, you don’t know what the Primordial Darkness is, do you?”

Yuuki Yui swallowed hard.

She really doesn't know.

Or rather, should I have known?

"Unbelievable, truly unbelievable! You clearly possess the power of the Three Pillar Gods and feel the same filth, yet you don't even know where your power comes from?"

Aren't the Three Pillar Gods the offspring of the primordial darkness?

The hesitation in Yuuki Yukino's eyes was precisely caught by Genki Mashiro.

"Don't you really know?"

Riddles, riddles, and more riddles! Why does everyone love telling riddles so much?

Why can't you just say what's on your mind?

"The Primordial Darkness, the original corrupted magical girl, she was the first corrupted magical girl. What I am doing is simply repeating the process that happened back then."

Of course I know this! Isn't the reason for calling her the Primordial Darkness obvious?

wrong!

At this point, Mashiro Gorgen is definitely not going to say something so simple.

Although it's not particularly complicated, the answer is already practically on Yuuki Yukino's lips.

"Impossible!" Yuuki Yui retorted loudly.

She simply couldn't believe the sudden thought that had crossed her mind.

Genken Mashiro tilted her head to one side, looking puzzled.

What puzzled her was not Yuuki Yukino's rebuttal, but rather why Yuuki Yukino would refute something so simple and obvious.

"Why is it impossible? Why don't you think about it? Why are they called Dark Magical Girls? What turned them into Dark Magical Girls? Or you could think about it this way: what's the difference between a magical girl and a Dark Magical Girl?"

"Why can everyone use True Name Release and Divine Release? Why are the stigmata, which are called 'defiled' in the church, actually the source of the power of corrupted magical girls? Why can the magic of the two be converted into each other? Is it because they both transformed from magical girls?"

"You've seen the records I left you, haven't you? Then why did the Primordial Darkness become part of the rules? Just how powerful was the Primordial Darkness to be so powerful? Why did the Primordial and the Primordial Darkness disappear at the same time? Why can the power of the Primordial Darkness and the power of the Primordial cancel each other out? Why do opposing magic powers maintain such perfect stability?"

"Don't know? That's alright. Let me ask you another question. Sumireko Yumehara, she was clearly within the primordial magic and even became half a primordial messenger, so why did she fall into darkness because of it?"

"Isn't the answer simple? Falling into darkness is an inevitable path for magical girls, except that most magical girls have already lost that part of their power before they fall into darkness."

Genken Mashiro's eyes were curved, and her white shark teeth were slightly open, making Yuuki Yuuki seem as if she were really staring into an abyss. Her magical armor was already soaked with cold sweat.

She heard Genki Mashiro speak, word by word, the words that had shattered her worldview.

"Because from the very beginning, whether it's the primordial or the primordial darkness, it refers to the same existence."

Chapter 215 Fairy Tale

A fairy tale has been passed down for who knows how long.

Long, long ago, hidden in the folds of the vast plains and the endless mountains, lay a nameless little village.

Here, the thatched roofs are riddled with holes, wild animals roam outside the houses, the wheat ears in the fields are shriveled like an old woman's fingers, and the patients in the houses are as weak as candles on the windowsill.

Little Tsukimi Rise would always head up the mountain with her bamboo basket before dawn, and return home only after dark, her coarse cloth skirt stained with burrs and the bottom of her basket covered with herbs and wild vegetables.

She applied herbs to the patient's body, distributed the porridge she had made with wild vegetables and a handful of brown rice to the villagers, and finally carried a bowl of cold food back home, huddled on her thatched bed, waiting for the new day to begin.

Day after day, fewer and fewer people in the village were able to work, and the burden on the young girl's shoulders grew heavier and heavier.

On such an ordinary morning, before the mountain mist had completely dissipated, the little girl once again set off on the mountain path she walked every day.

Pushing aside the ferns glistening with morning dew and avoiding the thorns growing everywhere, the girl climbed to the top of the mountain.

Perhaps the girl was too exhausted from taking care of the villagers and the injured for days. Her foot, which should have landed on the stone, stepped into the air. The girl fell and tumbled down the cliff with the rocks.

The girl who tumbled down the cliff saw a wondrous sight she had never seen before in her life.

Colorful iridescent light seeped through the decaying tree stump, dancing up and down like molten glass.

It resembled water, or the thick smoke rising from a cooking pot. Phosphorescence danced in the air, sometimes still, sometimes leaping, swirling around the little girl.

The dazzling, colorful rainbows suddenly spoke: "Girl, you are a kind-hearted child, like a pure and flawless blank sheet of paper. I want to give you the highest reward."

"I bestow upon you unparalleled beauty. The sun will be moved by your beauty, the moon will blush with shyness because of your beauty, and the stars will yearn to shine upon you. Everyone who sees you will fall irresistibly in love. Do you like it?" the light asked.

“No, I don’t want to,” the girl replied.

"If I were to give you countless riches, to serve you gold tableware, to wash your face with fine wine, and to ride the most magnificent steeds even a general could dream of, would you be willing?" the light asked.