Tokyo, there are too many defeated magical girls.

In an instant, sawdust and cement flew everywhere.

If Rose had pursued us earlier, then we would have had to add her flesh to the mix.

"babble……"

Upon witnessing such a horrifying scene, Magic Rose broke out in a cold sweat.

Glistening beads of sweat slid down his neck and into the unfathomable depths of his knight's armor.

"Don't just stand there, let's go!"

"Ah... got it!"

It wasn't until Lin Chun slapped her that Qiangwei realized what was happening.

In a critical moment, disregarding appearances, she directly adopted a princess carry posture to lift her owner up completely.

With a turn of his head, he flew away from the messy VIP room.

About half a minute later, Fallen Blood Cherry barely returned to normal and opened her eyes.

"Woo..."

The lingering, rich aroma of soy sauce in the private room brought tears to her eyes and blurred her vision.

But one thing is certain: not only the Fallen Doctor, but even the Black Dragon Princess, whose limbs had been severed, was rescued.

Inside the shattered Tokyo Dome, he was all alone.

—We've been tricked by the villainous organization again!

"I'll kill you all!!! I absolutely will kill you all!"

She channeled her anger and sorrow into a powerful strike, slashing down at herself.

With a deafening roar, the circular grandstand of the Tokyo Dome was split in two.

"Hahahahahahahahaha~"

Looking at the destruction she had caused, the fallen magical girl felt no remorse whatsoever.

She only felt an emptiness after venting her madness.

His steps were unsteady, as if he were drunk, as he tried to leave the VIP room and disappear into the night.

But after taking only three or four steps, he suddenly stopped.

Consequently, the face of that crazy, beautiful girl also became unusually serious and earnest.

"..."

She squatted down and picked up the black cloth scattered on the ground.

This is what choked me earlier.

Even now, it still exudes an unusually strong odor that makes people want to vomit.

Even so, Blood Cherry still personally took matters into her own hands and unfolded it vertically.

It really was socks.

Although it was cut up, only a portion of it remains...

But the style and fabric felt very familiar to her.

—It's unmistakably the same as the one Mr. Chunnan gave me back then.

The previous one, because it held sentimental value, was washed clean and placed in the closet, where it will be treasured forever.

I've always wanted to buy another pair for myself, specifically to wear for Mr. Chunnan.

No matter how many times I visited women's clothing stores or searched online, I couldn't find any similar products, which made me feel very strange.

Now, I see the exact same black stockings again.

She felt something was wrong.

*

(?ω?) Ever since I posted that thread

A super cute girl invited us to have Western food together on Saturday.

I don't know why, but I can't find that store on Gaode Maps, which is a bit strange.

It's a minor issue, won't have much impact =^oωo^=

Volume 1: 195. Why is His Majesty the Demon King plotting a rebellion?

—The Demon King's Hall, the summoning process is the same as always.

The little succubus executive stood on the high platform, concentrating on chanting a spell, and pitch-black flames appeared out of thin air.

But just as it was taking shape, it was startled by something, a violent tremor that almost extinguished it on the spot.

"Linlinlinlin Chun?! How could you..."

The flames, carrying the Demon King's will, emitted an incredibly unbelievable sound.

Because at this very moment, Lin Chun was standing right in front of it, only three steps away from the throne.

This is something that has never happened before.

"Your Majesty, I have come to report to you."

Lin Chun answered calmly, skipping the formalities of bowing.

He took his phone out of his pocket and opened today's top news headlines.

—The video playing above is of the Fallen Blood Cherry cutting off the Black Dragon Princess's limbs inside the Tokyo Dome.

The further you go, the more pixelated the image becomes.

Near the end, Black Dragon Princess was completely covered in blurry red pixels, looking as exaggerated as if she had fallen into a pool of tomato sauce.

In addition, the screams of limbs being severed one after another were incredibly beautiful.

"【Brainwashing Department】As per your request, the brainwashing mission on Magic Spring Cherry has been completed. She has now fallen into Blood Cherry."

"This……"

The pitch-black flames were almost pressed against the phone screen until the entire video finished playing.

Finally, the Demon King couldn't help but ask in return:

"She's fallen... but she didn't join our villainous organization, so isn't she still the enemy?!"

"It's none of my business?"

"what?!"

—This was the first time Lin Chun had confronted him directly, and the Demon King could hardly believe his hearing.

But soon, something even more infuriating happened.

Lin Chun, who wasn't even a cadre, actually brushed past me and came to the long-vacant throne.

That was supposed to be the throne that he would have ruled over all of Tokyo after he traveled through time.

Now, however, he simply sat down on it.

He leaned back arrogantly, crossing his legs nonchalantly.

"Your original mission was to corrupt the magical cherry blossoms; you never said you were going to join the villainous organization."

Lin Chun stared directly at the dark flame.

Last month, I felt so much pressure that my palms were sweating profusely.

Now, however, it doesn't even have the slightest deterrent effect.

A mocking sneer appeared on his lips.

"Are you out of your mind to add conditions now?"

“Bold!!!”

The Demon King's flames experienced a violent tremor.

Correspondingly, his size suddenly increased two or three times, creating a sense of oppression that seemed to want to devour him alive.

But Lin Chun remained calm and unhurried.

Compared to the oppressive feeling of facing the Blood Cherry just an hour ago, it was simply a paper tiger that couldn't be more fragile.

Lin Chun reached out and pulled the little succubus, who was struggling to maintain her spell, into his arms.

"Hey? Doctor, I'm still here..."

"It's okay, you go about your business, I'll go about mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and brought the tip of his nose close to Lillian's neck.

Maintaining the projection of the Demon King's will requires a constant consumption of magic power, which causes a considerable amount of sweat to break out on the body.

At the end of each meeting, the little succubus was always soaking wet, but basically already cold.