“Red alert! Coordinates AE-37, Rosemary’s magical reaction has disappeared!”
The shrill alarm exploded in the operations room filled with people.
“Send everyone nearby who can still move over there—get Rosemary back even if it costs them their lives!”
“What about Bellflower and Siamese? Are they still fighting those two monsters?”
Staring at the now-blood-red icon of a girl on the giant map, a woman in a sharp black suit slammed the table hard, her face full of anger.
Almost at the same time, magical alarms erupted in three widely separated locations, forcing her to split up the only three magical girls she had and send them to different places.
And now, this is the result: two of them are in a desperate struggle, and the third has vanished without even a trace of magical reaction.
“Director, Bellflower and Siamese lack battle experience. Facing soldier-class monsters is already their limit… Rosemary was the strongest among the three. If even she was defeated, then Bellflower and Siamese probably won’t last either…”
“Huff… You all stay here and continue monitoring. I’ll go there myself…”
The director took a deep breath, reached into her pocket, and clenched the cold gem within.
That person was right—this crisis is beyond what Bellflower and Siamese can handle.
There’s only one solution left: she must go in person.
Beep beep beep!
The harsh alarm blared again in the operations room.
“Report: A new magical reaction has appeared in region AE-37! Magic intensity—Blossom Level… Matching magical data… It’s… White Night?!”
“Who did you say?!”
A bead of cold sweat slid down Jiuyè’s forehead.
Watching the white magical girl slowly approach, she felt her strength drain—she couldn’t even find the courage to stand.
Trembling.
Uncontrollable trembling.
Something’s wrong with this magical girl.
Jiuyè had fought magical girls more than a few times, but this time was completely different.
Beneath that pristine white exterior hid an unspeakably terrifying monster.
The white magical girl passed her by without even looking at her.
The twin tails behind her stood straight up. Jiuyè’s fur bristled like a frightened kitten.
She wanted to block the magical girl, but her body refused to obey.
She could only watch helplessly as the white magical girl effortlessly tore through the cocoon set by Lord Dark Moth and rescued the defeated magical girl.
From beginning to end, the white magical girl never once looked her in the eyes.
Only after the white magical girl disappeared in a flash of white light with Rosemary in her arms did Jiuyè finally collapse to her knees, covering her mouth and dry heaving.
“Who is that…?”
A soft, elegant fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose.
Xia Mo stared blankly at the white magical girl cradling her in her arms.
I… was rescued?
Plop.
A sound of something landing reached her ears.
The white light blocking her view faded slowly, revealing that she had already returned to the city.
Without saying a word, the white magical girl placed her gently on a bench by the roadside and turned to leave.
“Wait…”
Xia Mo instinctively reached out to stop her.
Though she was utterly weak, somehow, at that moment, she burst forth with speed no one could have predicted.
Snap!
Her wrist was tightly caught.
Luo Shuangyue tensed immediately.
She recognized me?
No, the gap between Dark Moth and White Night was too great—and the difference between those two and her real self was like heaven and earth.
There was no way Xia Mo could connect all three together.
“Who… are you?”
Hearing Xia Mo’s question, Luo Shuangyue quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, she hadn’t recognized her—thank goodness.
But that was only natural.
Who would ever guess that their savior had just finished dismantling an evil organization’s executive officer minutes earlier?
As for Xia Mo’s question, Luo Shuangyue had no intention of answering.
The name “White Night” carried too many dangerous ties.
She didn’t want Xia Mo dragged into this terrifying vortex.
She shook her head and gently pried Xia Mo’s fingers off her wrist.
“Goodbye.”
The white-clad girl faded into radiant light and vanished.
Xia Mo lay alone on the bench, fingertips still seeming to carry the warmth of that person’s touch.
“White Night-senpai… was that you?”
A name slipped quietly from Xia Mo’s lips.
She would stake her life on it—the magical girl who had just saved her was indeed White Night.
Just like ten years ago.
Coughing.
“Cough, cough… Mom, your power is really something. I only borrowed it for a minute and it almost broke my body.”
Of course, Xia Mo had no idea.
The magical girl she so adored was now hiding in a small alley just a hundred meters away, leaning against a wall, coughing uncontrollably.
This was also the second reason Luo Shuangyue didn’t like using White Night’s form—she simply couldn’t control the power.
If she stayed transformed too long or used too much force, she would lose control entirely, turning herself into a brilliant, dazzling firework…
…and take the entire population of Xinghai City down with her.
Fortunately, it had only taken a minute to resolve things this time.
Xia Mo could rest now—but she still had work to do.
Taking out the butterfly-wing hair clip again, Luo Shuangyue held it tightly in both hands.
“Butterfly of Death from the Underworld, respond to my call. Grant me the power of death and decay!”
Threads of gray energy surged from the void behind her, weaving into a giant cocoon that enveloped her completely.
One second later, gray butterfly wings stretched out from the cocoon—Dark Moth had once again returned to this world.
Her dark gray lolita dress was adorned with countless butterfly patterns.
Two long ribbons floated behind her, mimicking the shape of wings alongside her twin gray ponytails.
Beneath her skirt, her slender feet wrapped in black stockings were bare of any shoes, adorned only with translucent butterfly wing decorations.
Dark Moth, the Butterfly of Death from the Underworld—just as her name suggested.
“Hoo…”
Taking a deep breath, Luo Shuangyue opened her eyes.
Dark Moth’s power might not appear as strong as White Night’s, but this was the power that truly belonged to her.
Though it, too, was dangerous.
The power of death is a double-edged sword—it can strike down enemies, but it can also harm its wielder.
Still, for now, Luo Shuangyue could control it.
“Now… time to get to work.”
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Her magical girl form turns her into an actual living nuke 🤣 I wonder why she has to go into The Dark Moth form though.
Thanks for the chapter!