Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

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Although she kept her mouth shut for the sake of her own life, Akane Minakawa didn't think that those people would believe her words.

It's just... I haven't done it yet. Do I need evidence to execute someone who has performed a Chaos Ritual?

Hiding in the house in a daze every day, the woman could feel countless eyes wandering on her curtains - maybe two, maybe three.

She was under close surveillance.

Under the pretext of traveling, Akane Minakawa also tried to go through the travel procedures.

Sorry.

She couldn't leave Tokyo, let alone go to other countries.

It seemed that those official ritualists were standing expressionlessly behind the screen, looking at him coldly and making meaningless and stupid struggles.

When he could no longer bear it, he would go to a cafe or some alley late at night or in the evening and catch both himself and the ritualist he was meeting with in one fell swoop.

Then, she was of no use.

Akane Minakawa held a black parasol, but the bright moonlight in the evening could not illuminate her way forward.

There was darkness ahead of her.

"prom…"

As he muttered to himself, his internal organs began to itch again.

Akane Minakawa, who had been 'blessed' by the mist, gradually underwent irreversible changes, just like an animal whose genes had been modified. The woman discovered this problem a few days after leaving the interrogation room of the ritual center.

Her stomach, or some organ, seemed...

Grown hair.

When I eat or flirt with others, I always feel an itchy feeling in my stomach, as if something is crawling inside and its tentacles are scratching the skin of my organs.

Then, along the crawling track, the eggs or seeds are buried deep in the flesh and blood.

Yesterday, they sprouted.

Today, they began to call themselves.

So, we can't wait any longer.

Akane Minakawa quickened her pace while holding an umbrella.

I must hurry back to the dance and find the 'organizer' or some Chaos Ritualist mentioned by Prajna to help me solve this problem -

Perhaps, Mr. Hiram, with whom I had intimate contact, could... ?

Akane Minakawa doesn't know if she is still useful, whether a "contact" can get that person to help... even if it's just spending a few nights together.

But she had no choice.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to go shopping, the woman quietly walked around the mall a few times, briefly avoiding surveillance, changed into clothes she had prepared earlier, then held up a black parasol to cover her face and sneaked out through the back door.

There is only one chance. Next time, more and closer surveillance will be waiting for you.

The back of Akane Minakawa's hand turned white from holding the umbrella with such force, and her shoulder bag was stuffed with the red heart mask with a white background.

As long as it's still...

You can find the door yourself.

The full moon was lightly obscured by dark clouds, and the woman in high heels quickly shuttled through the deserted alleys. She tried to walk on streets with few people, and under the black parasol, she was anxious and eager.

Nearly.

Akane Minakawa took a deep breath and walked to the door of the unmanned store. While pretending to tidy up her clothes, she glanced behind her a few times through the edge of her umbrella without leaving any trace.

The alley was dark, there was no one and no sound.

Inside the dilapidated store door, there are several vending machines——

Drinks, cookies, and...

Some adult supplies.

The small shop was filled with machines, and the walls were painted several times with white paint. Further inside was an inner door, which was usually locked.

Today, it will be opened.

Akane Minakawa touched the small leather bag.

The mask was heating up slightly, seeping through the leather and into the woman's palm.

Hope rose in her heart again.

Fold the umbrella and go inside.

Her high heels tapped on the brick surface, and the woman touched the cold door handle with a trembling hand.

Press down gently.

Click.

It worked!

Can open!

The corners of her mouth lifted uncontrollably, and Akane Minakawa excitedly threw down her umbrella, preparing to open the door to the dance party—

Suddenly, something lay next to the woman's ear and greeted her jokingly.

"Hi."

The other person lightly grabbed her collar.

"Ms. Minagawa, where are you going?"

Akane Minakawa got goosebumps all over her body in an instant!

She screamed and grabbed the door handle with all her strength, trying to open it!

Bang!

In an instant, she was taken away from the door.

The twisted figure grabbed her hair and, regardless of the woman's excruciating pain, dragged her out of the store step by step.

"It's not good to break things."

"Ms. Minagawa."

"No! No!" Akane Minakawa collapsed on the ground, kicking her legs like crazy, her two high heels already thrown aside.

"Let me go! Let me go!"

She recognized it as the terrifying ritualist in the school that day.

"Please! Let me go...let me go!"

The woman who once easily stirred men's minds with her smile can now only wail helplessly.

"please…"

Snot and tears flowed down her face, making her pretty face blurry. Her eyeliner was wet by the tears, and streams of black liquid stained Akane Minakawa's cheeks.

"Please…"

Mori Yuesa hummed the 'Puppy Song' and dragged Minakawa Akane into the alley with one hand.

After letting go, there was still a clump of pulled hair in the palm of my hand.

"Ms. Minagawa, is there anything you want to tell me?"

Akane Minakawa curled up in the corner. If possible, she really wanted to build herself into the cement, at least to avoid this horrible demon.

"Prajna! Prajna, I know, Prajna!"

The woman began to speak incoherently like a madman: "Masquerade! They have an ability that allows them to travel between cities!"

"Mist! There's still mist!"

"I am innocent..."

Mori Yuesa tilted her head, filtering out the woman's pleas and wails while listening to the information about the masquerade.

After all, she would have to destroy this organization sooner or later.

"Apologise."

what?

Hearing the words, Akane Minakawa opened her mouth dully. The woman, caught off guard, became hoarse.

However, her desire to survive made her react quickly.

"Apologize, I apologize!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I—"

Mori Yuesha smiled and said, "Not to me."

"It's to Hayami Masato."

Akane Minakawa knelt on the ground, her knees rubbed by the rough stones and left blood marks: "I'm sorry! Hayami Mare, it's the teacher's fault..."

"Please, let me go! I was wrong!"

"Good morning..."

Suddenly, Akane Kaikawa shuddered.

Hayami Masaya...?

A bolt of lightning struck her brain.

Akane Minakawa understood.

She raised her head with hatred on her face: "I know, bitch! You are Sen--"

puff.

The scalpel accurately penetrated the woman's forehead, like a hot table knife gently hanging on delicious butter. Without any force, the tip of the dagger slid easily into the brain and stirred a few times in the wrinkled and hairy cortex.

Before she died, she still stared fiercely at Mori Yuesha's blurry back.

The lights flickered strangely.

In the white flames, the woman burned. A special and cold wind blew in the windless night. Several discarded lottery tickets and postcards with sexy girls printed on them in the corner were rolled up and sent into the air.

Blow away the ashes.

The alley returned to peace.

Not long after, another sound of shoes passed by slowly.

Da da.

……clatter.

"Eh?"

The steps paused.

The man bent down and picked up the dusty lady's handbag on the ground.

Who dropped it?

Hiss.

So hot.

A girl who happened to be passing by curiously opened the zipper.