Ashu: "Actually, the author had wanted to do another Christmas special around this time. But given the atmosphere of the recent main plot, it really wasn't suitable to casually insert any comic relief. So that had to be put aside for now. As a substitute, please enjoy my Christmas illustration."
Ashu: "Having serialized all the way to this point, this story has finally approached its ending. Though it inevitably plunged into the abyss of getting worse and worse, at least—thank you all, readers, for supporting it all this way! At the very least, the author promises to prepare a fitting ending for the final part!"
Ashu: "Then please look forward to Ash and the Pretty Cure's final story!"
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Chapter 207: A Nostalgic Taste...
"Chirp chirp, chatter chatter—"
Though it was meant to keep her secret identity as a Pretty Cure hidden, Mana cupped her hands over his ears like warm earmuffs, ensuring Ash could not hear their conversation.
"Blah blah, blah blah—"
But as an Interdimensional Traveler who had roamed far and wide since childhood, wasn't it perfectly reasonable for Ash to know a little lip-reading?
So while he wore an innocent, curious expression on the outside, his gaze was actually fixed entirely on their constantly moving lips. Whether he truly heard them did not matter anymore.
In truth, what they were discussing was not all that unexpected to Ash. It was nothing more than the monsters that had appeared recently, with particular emphasis on that intruding "Kamen Rider Enki."
The deeply indignant Makoto naturally wanted to give that annoying guy from her memories a thorough beating! Arisu, meanwhile, started with all the disasters Rider had brought upon them and everyone else. She laid out every drawback in detail, giving several well-reasoned arguments for why they absolutely had to