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  After running away from home, after a whole day of wandering the city, dodging truancy officers…Utena found herself right back where she started. A bridge over the bay, looking out toward the sun in the west.

  Magia Baiser no more. Just pin ol’ Hiiragi Utena, unwanted and unloved.

  Kiwi’s family was loaded enough to support Utena more or less indefinitely – and thank God Kiwi’s mom didn’t ask too many questions – but Utena herself was ft broke at this point. She couldn’t even afford a capsule hotel, so she was stuck in a net cafe, and she hadn’t even had a shower…

  but she’s too ashamed. It took everything she had just to tell Kiwi what happened. She’s turned her phone off, unable to face Kiwi after that.

  All of this, after promising everything to stop you? And yet, just the thought of being Magia Baiser made her sick. The thought of what you did, who you touched, and how…

  It’s almost worse this way. Before, it seemed like you were aiming to punish her for doing wrong. Now, you seemed convinced it was necessary to bring her back on side. Into that twisted, incestuous, pedophilic thing she called ‘family’. No matter how hard she tries, Utena can’t get that image of you and Michiko out of her mind.

  What is it you want?

  What kind of world do you aim to create?

  It’s not something Utena ever thought of before. The purpose of a vilin was to toy with her precious magical girls, that’s all. Remaking the world…that wasn’t her responsibility. The whole idea is ridiculous. Surely, if she’d met Lord Enorme as Magia Baiser, she’d have ended up fighting her, for the sake of defending the magical girls. And wouldn’t that be such a ridiculous thing to happen…

  well. it doesn’t matter.

  Utena’s abdicated her role in the fight to come. She doubts it’ll stop her mother from going after her, but at least she won’t have to think about it that much. She’ll probably have to figure out a solution to keep living like this, or at the very least find a shower –

  “Utena!”

  Ah. There she is. It was inevitable, she supposed.

  Huffing and puffing and wheezing, completely untransformed, Kiwi’s chest heaves as she grasps her knees, leaning against the edge of the bridge for support. She looks like she’d run a marathon over a bunch of hot coals…

  And yet, still, she smiles.

  How could she smile at Utena at a time like this?

  “I finally found you…Goddess. You really are crazy.” Kiwi smiles even brighter. “Going right to your mom’s door like that…only you could pull that off. I mean, it was stupid, but…y’know, it’s stuff like that that almost makes me think I understand why you love magical girls. A little bit. Maybe.”

  And she’s not even mad…

  “How did you find me, Kiwi?”

  “You’re sentimental as fuck, so…it was my best guess you’d show up here eventually. I just asked the little Utena in my head what you’d do.”

  “…have you slept?”

  “Not a wink. Searched across the entire town before meeting back up with the Tres Magia today. Could be worse – mama wanted to get some private investigators involved, but I figured that’d just make you feel worse. Besides, I didn’t want to get more civvies involved in case your mom came around.”

  Utena has no right. She has no right, to even speak to Kiwi. All night, the guilt cwed away at her. All night, she was just doomscrolling at that net cafe, seeing all the people call her traitor. Seeing all the people who wanted nothing more than to see her be Magia Baiser, and join her mother’s side.

  Knowing, all the while, that it was all her fault. Knowing, all the while, that she’d crossed a line that could never be taken back. More and more it gnawed away at her – she did this to Kiwi.

  And yet still, Kiwi could do nothing but smile.

  “Only you could have pulled that off…think about it. Not even a few months ago, you were just a shut-in otaku who didn’t care about anything but the magical girls. Now, you’ve got tons of friends, a smoking hot cutie of a girlfriend, and were such a bad bitch of a vilin you stood up to your own mother when she went insane! You even got me to work with the Tres Magia! It’s absolutely crazy!”

  “But…I wasn’t thinking. I was just scared.”

  “Yeah, you were scared. But you kept going. That’s powerful, Utena. You’re like a rolling stone…” Kiwi reaches into her pocket, and pulls out the box that Magenta gave her for safekeeping. “So I’m not gonna let something like this stop you.”

  “K-kiwi…um, I know you keep calling me your fiancée, but isn’t this a bit sudden?”

  “Just open it!”

  Slowly, reluctantly, Utena’s trembling hands took that box, knowing she could never accept it.

  And yet, inside, was the only thing Utena deserved less than an engagement ring: a magical girl transformation item, the heart devoid of color, waiting for its bearer. That’s what Utena found when she opened the box…

  and that’s what was hidden away the moment she smmed it shut, pushing it back into Kiwi’s hands.

  “I don’t deserve this, Kiwi.”

  “Bullshit! That white mascot and Magia Magenta both think you’d make a fine magical girl!”

  “What I’ve done…it’s unforgivable.”

  “That’s for us to decide, Utena.”

  “But…” Utena looks aside. She can’t meet Kiwi’s gaze. Not like this. Because of the reason she ran away. Because of the reason she couldn’t face Kiwi. She promised she’d never be like you, and it was a promise she already broke before you ever awakened to magical power. “But she told me I did something. To your brain.”

  “Eh. I’unno.” Kiwi shrugs nonchantly. “It wasn’t something I took that seriously, when I said you might’ve shocked my brain into loving you. And hell. Even if you did…” Kiwi smiles. Not in her usual manic happiness, but with an inner peace. “You’ve made me cutest girl in the whole wide world. The happiest, too. So I don’t really care. I want you, Utena, to be by my side, until the end of all things.”

  …it’s…it’s embarrassing. Seeing Kiwi just…be so straightforward about it. She really is so lucky to have her…

  “Is it really okay…? I don’t wanna be like my mother, not ever!”

  “You never could be, Utena. Promise.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. We make mistakes. We learn. Aren’t you the one saying that a magical girl always gets up and comes back stronger? All this means is you’re gonna have to kick your mom’s ass to make her see reason, that’s all.” Kiwi nods to herself, chest sticking out proudly. “Come on, even I know how this goes; if the power of friendship alone doesn’t work, you’re gonna need the power of incredible violence!” She hurriedly pushes the transformer back into Utena’s hands. “And to do that, you’re gonna need this.”

  “…”

  To be a magical girl.

  Once, that was Utena’s greatest dream. To be able to fight by the Tres Magia’s side…she would have given anything. Her dream may have been warped, she hates to admit, by whatever nature inside her gave birth to Magia Baiser…but it was still real.

  And more than that?

  Once one touches the possibility of magic, they can never step away from it. What woman could? The fact that it seems to drive some people mad, like you – her very own mother – only reinforces that. It’s the possibility to change the world. It’s the possibility to make your will manifest. It’s the future. Even as Utena gave it up, being handed the possibility again isn’t something she can refuse so easily.

  But…

  but even now, even hearing this, even hearing Kiwi tell her that it was all okay…

  there was still a question Utena had to ask. She’d never forgive herself otherwise.

  “…Kiwi, are you really okay with this? You hate magical girls!”

  “No, listen, you crazy bitch! I love you! What costume you’re wearing doesn’t matter to me!” Kiwi puffs her cheeks cutely. “I thought you’d have figured that out by now. Hero, vilin, concerned third party, I don’t give a fuck. And, really, I can’t stand to see you just sitting there helplessly, so…”

  Utena blinks.

  Kiwi just…smiles.

  God. Kiwi really is just…going to go with it. Let her girlfriend become one of her hated magical girls, brush off any arguments to the contrary, and tell her to her face that she has nothing to feel guilty about when it comes to that bout of electroshock bondage.

  Utena cries.

  she cries, and she smiles, and she ughs, all at once.

  How could she do anything else, when her fiancée is like this?

  “Eh? What’s so funny?” Kiwi tips her head to the side all confused. “Was it something I said? Have I got something on my nose? What is it?!”

  “Ehe…it’s just. It’s just like you, you know? You really are the cutest girl in the world.” Utena sniffles a little. “I really do love you.”

  “!”

  Hearing those words, said so easily and without hesitation, it just…it just makes Kiwi want to hug Utena! Hug her and never let her go! And she’s just about to pounce when –

  “W-wait. Hold on!” Utena holds up her hands, and Kiwi holds herself back…just. “I’ve been in a dirty net cafe all night! I haven’t showered! I…I totally smell. I really wanna deal with it before anything else.”

  “Eh? I don’t know if we have time for that…” Kiwi sighs. “Magia Azul went missing, so we gotta look for her ASAP. Ayy-ess-ayy-pee, you know! Besides, doesn’t that stuff go away when you transform?”

  “…I’m sorry, Kiwi, I really don’t want to have to find that out if magical girls still smell after transforming. You know? Can you imagine how that embarrassing that would be if I were the first magical girl with BO?!”

  “I mean, I like the way you smell –”

  “K-Kiwi!”

  “Hehe.~ It’s okay. I can make water pistols with my power too, yeah? We’ll just spray you off that way.”

  “O-okay…um. Be gentle? I guess?”

  Suffice it to say, Kiwi was not gentle.

  “So, you’ve come…” You grin broadly at your opponent, under the light of the full moon. “Magia Azul. I didn’t think you’d be so bold as to try to call me out. And here, where we first met, at the pop-up shop? You have a sense of romance, it seems.”

  “Romance? Don’t make me ugh.” Your opponent – if you can really call her that – already brandishes her sword, standing on the opposite side of the street. The whole pce has been cordoned off since your battle, and the two of you are alone. “I’m not so weak as you think, Victricia Baiser! Here and now, one final duel! I’ve been training to match you!”

  It’s so…transparent, really.

  An anonymous message. An invitation. ‘Come alone’, she said. And from the steadfast Azul, she would never betray that. Azul’s performance in that st battle of theirs…Sister told you she seemed distracted, upset. Maybe she enjoyed that st battle of yours more than you thought~? When you shocked her system, and let her know the kind of pleasures you could bring her…

  “Is that all? Don’t tell me you’re not curious, Azul.”

  “…” Azul’s grip tightens on her sword. “I want to know. What your intentions are. Toward the world. Toward…toward us. Toward the Tres Magia. What is Enormita pursuing? What is your goal? Leoparde…” You can see, the way she barely manages to get that name out. “She told us you want to ‘reeducate’ us. That you have the power to deceive the heart. That you’ve even been using it on…on your own allies. On Nero Alice, on Lilienschwalbe, even on Lord Enorme. That one by one, you’ve bent each of them to your will. To…to your will, and your purpose, and…”

  Oh, goddess.

  Azul may think of herself as the cold, stoic one, like the onna-musha of old, but she’s still just a child. A clumsy, transparent child. Oh, the way her hands tremble! The way her lips part! The way her chest heaves with heavy breaths! The dizzy, gssy look in her eyes as she describes what’s been so obviously on her mind! You could just drink it up!

  You had a pn for this, a little combination of your and Lilienschwalbe’s magic…but you don’t think it’ll be needed. Really, all you need to do is push her over the edge…

  “That’s right. I have.” Not a hint of hesitation. “The one you know as ‘Lord Enorme’ is nothing more than a babe in my arms now. I twisted my precious Alice’s mother into my bde, Lilienschwalbe, turning her entire world upside down, and pushing her down the rabbit hole until she went mad. Even Alice is a devoted member of my new Shuffle Alliance…you’ve seen the new costume pictures, right? I designed it myself~”

  “Even someone like Nero Alice has fallen to your charms…you’re pure evil, Victricia Baiser! I swear, on my sword, I will never fall to you!”

  Does she even realize it? That she’s simply setting up the py? Surely, at this point, she’s read that script…

  “Very well, then, Magia Azul. Why don’t you prove it to me?” You lick your lips, sliding your hands over your body, before you raise your arm. With a cry of “Victoria Fuoricampo!” a baseball bat appears in your hand, ready for the duel. Not quite a katana, but it’ll do~

  “A baseball bat to a sword fight? Absolutely no respect for the moment!” That, at least, seems quite genuine.

  “Oh, come now. If it was good enough for Miyamoto Musashi…aah, what a sight her duel with Sasaki must have been.~”

  “…so you’re ignorant of history as well, I see.” Insulting Azul’s pride as a magical girl was one thing, but a few historical quibbles were very much a hill she would die on. “Don’t you know…”

  But it’s more than good enough for Victricia to rise to the occasion, as Azul leaps into the fray, drawing back her sword for an iai strike. The battle begins~

  “…that Musashi carved that oar into a bokken before that duel?!” Azul yells once she closes the gap, as her bde makes contact with your bat, your swing carefully pushing it aside, its magically-reinforced aluminium surface proving equal in strength to Azul’s elemental ice. “I won’t stand for your historical misconceptions!”

  “I would think that would be pretty low on the list of my crimes, Azul,” you say, gleefully grinning and showing your fangs, your eyes fshing gold as you calcute each move, swing by swing. “For instance, I could describe to you my desire to viote Musashi. I think she’d make a perfect fallen swordswoman. Perhaps I could have a whole collection of legendary warriors of old? Musashi, Arturia, Atil…”

  “Incorrigible. Absolutely incorrigible!” The two of you dance from rooftop to rooftop in a grand circuit, sword against bat, beams and sers cutting through evacuated buildings as the two of you battle beneath the moonlight. With a flourish of her sword, countless icy explosives appear, guided by Azul’s will. “Let me show you the fruits of my training! Go, funnel missiles!”

  “Funnel missiles?!” you yell, in brief disbelief, as you evade and shoot down each of the icy projectiles…before you realize the implication. “How fttering! I see you’ve been getting acquainted with my favored genre~” You make a show of catching one in your hand, crushing it with your cws. “You really know how to make a woman smile, don’t you?”

  “Don’t get the wrong idea! I would never want you!” Lasers csh against missiles as the two of you dance under the stars, sword and bat meeting as your bodies pass each other again and again. “I’m a heroine! A member of the Tres Magia! I’ve dedicated my sword and my life to this cause!”

  “Really, now. Only, what was it that a certain magical girl once said? ‘Dedication has no reward’? Certainly, my daughter never gave you the reward you so craved~”

  “Don’t…don’t you dare speak of magical girls that way! Even the fictional ones…the ones before us…” Azul’s teeth grit as you both stand toe to toe upon a broadcast tower, your magicks cshing between your locked ‘bdes’. “You only want to see them fall!”

  There was, of course, no chance from the very start. The rest of the Tres Magia, let alone your wayward daughter and her brat of a girlfriend, had all grown in strength since that first battle…but if Azul had, she certainly isn’t showing it in her performance. Even your crude conjured bat is enough to parry and deflect the blows of her sword of ice – and you’re certainly not the swordswoman Azul was, you’re not too proud to admit.

  A fair fight isn’t your style, but it’s all you need to see that Azul absolutely can’t put in her all. Your words have reached her. Her dedication, her love, her desire…if she continues on this current course, all of it will amount to nothing.

  Azul grits her teeth, she sweats, she pushes in your magical csh…but she just can’t put her heart in it, and the moment she gives the opening, her bde shattering against the force of your desire?

  boof.

  It’s a home run! Bases loaded, bottom of the ninth, Magia Azul goes flying, smashing into an outdoor IK*A dispy full of Bl*haj plushies! The sharks go everywhere, the crowd goes wild, it’s a total comeback for the R*kuten Eagles!

  “N-nngh…”

  Azul struggles to peel herself off the crater her impact made. A magical girl is all too resilient to be permanently injured by something like that, but that doesn’t mean she can’t feel it.

  So you pounce forward, looming over your little Azul, cables reaching out to grasp her limbs.

  “Of course I want to see them fall! More than anything on this poisoned, cursed Earth!” She stares up at you, the glow in your golden eyes, the sheer power you have at your fingertips, knowing that her fate is in your hands. “You see, ever since we met, Magia Azul, I’ve wanted nothing more than to twist you and your fellow Tres Magia into minions of evil. I’ve wanted you to feel the pleasure of letting go and embracing the darkness.” The ends of your cables open up and spark, your eyes fshing brightly as you lick your lips. “You’ve already felt it, right? I got to test my shocks on you, for the very first time. And you haven’t been able to escape ever since. Just as my daughter is a sadist without compare, you, Magia Azul, are a natural-born masochist.”

  “G-go to hell…”

  “But my daughter can’t give you what you want, can she? She won’t. She’s turned away from her own desires, all to fit some pointless ideal. All so she can love that dumb little kitten, no?”

  Azul’s eyes go wide.

  “Ah. Touched a nerve. I understand. You fell for her. It’s only natural – a magical girl’s fate is to fall to evil. Your body knows what it wants! But she only has eyes for Leoparde, hm? All that toying with you, and it was nothing but that. She couldn’t commit. Teasing you over and over and making you just have to finish yourself off at home! She can’t even see that she has two hands. How foolish.”

  “Y-you don’t know me, Victricia!” Azul showed defiance, her pride roaring back fiercely. “I would…I would never…”

  “Pledge yourself to me, Magia Azul, and I will show you no mercy. No pity. I will paint you my color, and touch you as I please.” You stroke her cheek with your tail, so precious and delicate, and she turns away, even as you can feel the burning need inside her. “All you need to do is say the words.”

  Azul trembles, and stammers, and stares at your cables. Weak and helpless as she is, she can’t run away from you anymore. She can’t run away from what she wants. She can’t keep fighting for nothing…

  “I…I –”

  Whether she’d continue to resist, or finally relent, would go unspoken as a hail of pink javelins and explosive rockets fly toward you, forcing you to quickly evade!

  On the rooftop above, your opponents make themselves known – Magia Magenta and Leoparde, the former determined to protect her friend and the tter, as ever, out for blood.

  “Just you two, this time? Bold move. Foolish, but bold.” You leave Azul where she is for now, tossing your baseball bat aside and gesturing forward with your cws, beckoning your opponents. “Give me a demonstration of your newfound strength, Magenta and Leoparde!”

  “Of course! We won’t let you get away with this, Victricia!” Magenta yells. “Cornering Azul like that, when she’s so vulnerable…you’re the lowest of the low!”

  And yet, Leoparde herself has no words. Not for the old hag, not anymore. It’s long passed the time for bluster and banter. And besides which…

  Tch. I don’t wanna tell Magenta, but…there’s no way this happened without Azul specifically calling the hag out, Leoparde thinks. After we show the hag her pce, we’re gonna have a nice, long talk with Blue about all this. Having a crush on my Utena isn’t unforgivable…hell, being pissy about it isn’t even unforgivable. But she’s crossed a line, dealing with it like this. I can only hope she understands that now…

  (Inwardly, Leoparde wonders when she became optimistic. Heh. Utena really has made her soft, huh?)

  Watch us, Utena. We’ll do it just as you pnned. Leoparde reconfirms her silent oath as she tears off her costume, revealing her full power mode and the three burning stars on her chest. Just give us a little time…

  “Ah, I see the bitch my daughter started calling her ‘fiancée’ is showing her true nature. Still hungry for those social media views, are we?”

  “And I see you can’t tell the difference between cats and dogs, old hag. Who would want to date a dog, really? Oh, maybe you, who wants nothing but obedient sves…”

  “You broke Magia Baiser’s heart! You’re a failure as a mother!” Magenta grips her wand-spear tightly. “And worst of all, you took away the innocence of Nero Alice! Whether it be the magic corrupting your heart or your own free will, it’s our duty to stop you!”

  “Ah, yes, precious little Alice.” Staring one another down, you move your body between your foes and the battered Azul, your computerized brain calcuting the ideal approach to this battle. “You and her got along quite closely, didn’t you? She still misses you a lot. And you too, Leoparde…”

  “Yeah-huh, no. I like my girlfriends to be over the age of consent, thanks.”

  “Um. Leo, that’s 16 now,” whispers Magenta. “They changed it two years ago. We’re underage too.”

  “H-how do you even know that?!”

  Fun as seeing Magenta expin it might be, you’d rather take the initiative. This little distraction is a perfect opening~ “Duplicia Victoria Ascia!” you cry, releasing twin tomahawks from your arms and tossing them like boomerangs.

  “H-how many attacks does she have?!” asks Magenta, twirling this way and that to avoid your weapons. “Every time we fight her she pulls out a new one!”

  “Don’t get excited,” says Leoparde as she pounces upon one and pounds it into the ground. “She just steals them all from crusty old robot anime no one gives a shit about!”

  “Ah, taunting.” You shake your head as your third eye opens, firing beam after beam toward your foes. “I won’t hear that from someone whose powers are ‘guns’ and ‘cat’!”

  Leoparde just tosses bomb after bomb at you, uncaring of the way she shows off her body – or the blush Magenta has at watching her go all out. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!”

  You’re not especially impressed. Shamefully, you have to admit that Leoparde’s much stronger without all those clothes, but you’re still in absolutely no danger.

  (And yet, between taunts and building-ruining attacks, Azul lies battered and broken, able to do nothing but watch the battle unfold.)

  (Even Magenta is getting along so well with…with that…that bitch…)

  (What makes Leoparde better than her?)

  Faster and faster. Your blood is boiling! At least these girls are making you work for it! A fair fight may not be your style, but you’d hardly consider these girls worthy of being in your daughter’s collection if they couldn’t show her a good time!

  But you’re unwilling to let them win.

  You reach between your legs, sliding your hand over your crotch, letting loose your secret weapon. A little something you and Lilienschwalbe had been working on. Just a little…nngh…parasite ??

  Bck cables like your hair, but instead autonomous and slimy, birthed right from your womb…aah, this is the kind of thing a magical girl would never get to feel with their magic~ They’re really missing out…

  “Oh, goddess, that’s gross,” Leoparde mutters, taken aback by your actions, and Magenta even averts her gaze, embarrassed to see them…

  heh. Now’s your chance~

  You rush forward, your parasitic cables following you, as your arms outfold and the electric collider probes dig right into your foes as you punch them both in the stomach! “Duplicia Victoria Colisor!” you cry, pushing, forcing your will into them as you shock them again and again…

  Whispers. Temptations. Your parasite cables reach for them, reach for their bodies…Leoparde’s nigh-naked smoke actually proves ample defenses, but it’s easy enough to chew through Magenta’s clothes, as your daughter well proved. They can squirm, but it’s only a matter of time…

  You concentrate your pulses into their bodies. Both to try to infect them with your new parasite cables by letting down their defenses, and to force your control upon them.

  You concentrate particurly on Leoparde – on Kiwi. Compared to Magenta…you want to see Kiwi light up so much that you can see through her! Pulse after pulse after pulse!

  “Y-you won’t…get me…” Kiwi grits her teeth. Her love for your daughter – or rather, her unworthy obsession – is plenty powerful enough. You concentrate on leaving just something, anything. Anything to get through her thick fucking skull. Something you can use, now or ter…

  But…well.

  Magenta? Magenta is unexpected. Surrounded by a pink aura, your shocks are seemingly instantly reverted with each you make, even as your parasites do their level best to bury themselves inside her body, under her panties. A new power…?!

  “…I have healing magic now, Victricia! Your powers won’t work on me anymore!” Magenta says, huffing and puffing. “And nine out of ten doctors say, an ounce of prevention is worth an absolute pounding!”

  “Um, Magenta –”

  “I know what I said, Leo. This is the part where I get really upset…”

  …you must have teed these girls off if even Magenta is taunting you now –

  oh.

  …when did these girls learn to do combination attacks? you briefly wonder, before a bst of pink light filled with shrapnel knocks all of you flying.

  (Azul stares from afar, her hand trembling, curling into a fist…)

  “Victoria Parma!” you yell, using your cables to reflect and shield the bst, cancelling the momentum. Thankfully, you’re able to redirect the energy, but it’s certainly more effort than it took to defeat these girls the first time. You started out three on one, but their training, their determination…

  heh.

  Won’t be good enough.

  You’re bruised, your costume stained and even ripped, a bit of blood escaping you, your parasites sent flying and disintegrating into nothingness…but your opponents took the brunt of their own blow. A suicide attack…

  Leoparde’s at the edge of losing her transformation, her unstable power flickering and wavering. And Magenta’s already used up too much healing magic to continue before you can finish the job, your third eye opening for a final strike.

  “You don’t get it, do you? We, Enormita, will bring order to chaos. You two are merely obstacles to the pn. Irregurs.” You watch Magenta reach for her wand, her outfit ripped head to toe, her panties a mess on the floor somewhere. Heh, she’s even sticky between her legs…maybe she’s enjoying it too~? “But don’t worry. My cables are eager to dig inside you. No matter how much you think you can resist, I’ll come back for you. Again and again and again~”

  “Heh. Christmas cake. You’re so far up your own ass, you know that? Thinking you’re queen bitch of the universe and nothing can stop you.” Leoparde spits up blood, grinning ear to ear in the dirt. “Yeah, sure. Pinky and I aren’t strong enough. We knew full well we’d do nothing but slow you down, old hag. But if you really thought we came alone…”

  “You’ve got another thing coming, Victricia Baiser!”

  !

  You stare up at a halfway destroyed rooftop, looking toward a new challenger, bathed in moonlight.

  That magical girl…no, it couldn’t be!

  Her transformation item glows a lurid violet. Her eyes gleam in gold defiance. Her costume is that of the Tres Magia and the other magical girls contracted by the white mascot Vatz…but those shiny stockings and gloves are a rich and unfamiliar purple, that matches her pale countenance and pitch-bck hair so well.

  “Perverted adults aren’t ‘beautiful brainwashers’, they’re nothing but burnouts! Calling yourself a ‘conqueress’ is nothing more than a sign of total immaturity! I’m embarrassed to have even considered myself part of Enormita! And so…”

  Radiating off her, is an emotion you thought would be reserved for a viliness…pure, unadulterated rage. Such a lust for revenge! Who…?!

  “I renounce my former name! I renounce my riding crop and take up the wand of a warrior of light! Most of all, I renounce the woman I once called ‘mother’! And in the name of the Tres Magia…” Her hands flourish, one arm over the other, finger pointed straight at you. “I’ll punish you!”

  T-that pose, under the full moon…she can’t seriously be deliberately taunting you, can she?! This new magical girl that you once called a daughter…

  “So says Magia Lilás!”

  Magia Lilás, of the Tres Magia.