This group of Magical Girls' attacks could not threaten it.
It quickly seized an opening, caught Silver Feather's incoming fist, then grabbed her arm instead.
"Give Hina... back to me."
Silver Feather gritted her teeth as she struggled against the Demon King.
The Demon King merely looked at her coldly—
"Give her back to you?"
"Because of you..." Silver Feather lowered her head. Rain slid across her forehead and dripped from the corners of her eyes, reflecting those dim eyes.
She pounded her fist against the Demon King's chest, again and again.
Each blow scattered the rain with a sharp sound, yet failed to move its body even the slightest bit.
Just like many years ago.
The Monster before her was hurting Hina.
"Heh. Seeing you like this reminds me of something interesting. I may as well tell you."
The Demon King effortlessly seized Silver Feather's other arm.
Silver Feather's figure was reflected in its blood-red eyes.
"I remember you once said you wanted to become your little sister's hero, didn't you?"
The Demon King's tone was filled with mockery.
Silver Feather struggled with all her strength, while unconsciously listening to what the Demon King said.
"However..." The Demon King slowly lowered its head—
"Though you believed you protected your little sister from the Monster and became the hero who saved her in everyone else's eyes..."
"In truth, think carefully..."
In the rain, Silver Feather was soaked through. Misty water obscured her vision, making everything blurry, yet it vaguely reminded her of the day she had encountered the Monster.
Her little sister had lain in a pool of blood, both legs severely injured—perhaps even broken.
Her breathing had been nearly imperceptible too, as though she were about to die.
Silver Feather had been terrified then, thinking her sister would die