At the far end of the Sky Rift, a huge eye stared straight down at the Garden Tea Party.
The Greed Demon.
Four great Demons had come, and the Demon Army they had brought waited outside the Tea Party.
Below them stood a cute girl with deep-pink twin tails and slightly chubby cheeks.
A Magical Girl: little Ying.
Little Ying held the body of a Magical Girl in her arms. She gently closed the girl's eyes, then summoned her wand, rose, and flew into the sky.
"All four commanders have come together. It seems the rumor is true... a king has emerged among the Demons."
Little Ying's voice was as clear and gentle as a spring, an unexpected match for her chubby, adorable appearance.
But no one there cared about that.
The four commanders stood in the sky, facing little Ying.
None of them spoke. None answered her question. And little Ying had not been asking them.
She had been asking the one behind them.
Hum.
A soft hum sounded, followed by a flash. Black light flickered, and a burly man clad in black armor appeared in the sky.
As the man appeared, the Tea Party crumbled faster. The great sun and bright moon that lit the sky fractured further and crashed down. The entire Tea Party World looked as though the apocalypse had come.
Little Ying did not look away. Her expression did not even change as she stared straight at the Demon King.
Beneath his armor, the Demon King's mouth curved into a broad smile.
"Impressive. As expected of this generation's leader of the Magical Girls. Even facing me, you show not a trace of fear or despair."
"Demon King." Little Ying regarded him calmly. "No Demon King has appeared for over a thousand years. Why have you