In a daze, the scene before Belvia's eyes changed. She found herself still in the library, yet her senses remained immersed in that sword strike from moments ago.
With that sword in hand, it had seemed as though there was nothing in Heaven and earth she could not cut through.
She could not help but wonder what kind of being that man who called himself Zhao Cheng truly was.
A human, or a demon god?!
That kind of power made even the mightiest beings revered as gods seem fragile before it.
Yet when Heaven, earth, space, and time shifted and she saw the scene before her, her first thought was even to wonder if she had fallen asleep—whether the monsters, Zhao Cheng, and that crimson divine sword had all been nothing more than a dream.
But what she held in her hand dispelled that notion.
She no longer looked for books. Instead, she hurried back to her room, shut the doors and windows, and only then began carefully examining the toothpick-sized object in her hand—which, rather than a sword, looked more like a key.
It was tiny and exquisite. Its radiance had vanished now, leaving it unadorned, yet merely looking at it seemed enough to feel the immense power within.
Belvia had never imagined that one day, she too would become a magical girl.
But on second thought, wasn't this exactly what she had longed for?
In her room, she looked at the sword in her hand, blushed, then gritted her teeth and began to chant, "Hidden..."
But this time, nothing happened.
She wondered if her tone was wrong, so she tried again in a different tone. Still, nothing happened.
"Zhao Cheng."
"Why is this happening?!"
Belvia could no longer keep it together.
"Because this is a world without miracles.