What If We've Been Found Out?

(Sun Yao)

Just like the principle behind how I changed my hair color, opaque bubble wood that completely absorbs light turns black.

Wrapping the entire body in this bubble wrap creates a breathable, pure black bodysuit. Under this Bubble Membrane wrap, all Battle Dress is concealed, so tight that even the hair is pressed against the body, ultimately forming two dark outlines, with only the eyes showing a hint of color.

With this level of disguise, unless someone knows us very well, no one will be able to recognize us.

Despite the red thread wrapped around Miluno's wrist, Miss Anjie looked at me.

"... You must be Young Master Sun Yao?"

Wait a minute, how did they know?! I even hid my wand!

"Huh? No, no!"

"What is the young master looking for here?"

She seemed convinced that I was Sun Yao.

"So you really are the magical girl who kidnapped Heat Haze..."

"I'm not some kind of magical girl."

She unwound the red thread from Miluno's hand and then sat down on the sofa.

He said calmly, "You don't need to investigate this matter anymore. Don't you have any idea what Chairman Sun is planning?"

Miss SpiCa said that her father's goal was to wake her mother up.

If there were technology to forcibly control the Star Crystal, she could also become a magical girl and awaken from her long nightmare.

It sounds wonderful, but the price...

What will happen with Heat Haze?

"Losing the Crystal just means she'll become an ordinary person again. If she wants to continue being a magical girl, we can help her find a new Crystal first, understand? Our path is simply the inevitable trend. Humanity can control extraterrestrial power, making everyone a magical girl, completely eliminating the threat from 'the Other Side,' and even achieving an immortal civilization."

Miluno coldly replied, "But Crystal also has its own will."

"That's just willful will. Why can't I have magic? Aren't I using it quite skillfully? 'Moonlit Gale,' if I wanted to, I could have severed your wrist just now. In terms of speed alone, my 'Bloodline' is not inferior."

Miss Anjie is very confident in her magic.

But Miluno isn't just fast; she maintains extremely high reaction speed and thinking ability even while accelerating, something Miss Anjie can't do...

Although she was underestimated, Miluno didn't react much, probably because she didn't want to admit her identity.

"Miss Anjie, since you've put it that way, could you please take me to meet my father...?"

"Not now, I won't let you go and cause trouble."

"I know my dad hates me, but given the current situation, I still want to talk to him."

Secretary- Anjie adjusted her glasses.

"No means no. If you have nothing else to say, leave now. I'll let you off this time, otherwise I'll call security."

"That's not up to you."

Having said all that, Miluno gave up on holding back.

Do you really think you can take me on alone?

Miss Anjie laughed and said, "Hmph, you don't actually think... I'm just sitting here to chat with you, do you? Let's see who's being too confident!"

"Varied--"

Miluno was now entangled in numerous red threads, suspended like a marionette.

Miss Anjie's red thread wasn't blocked by my Bubble Membrane?

No, these tough red lines are actually made of Miluno's blood!

Miluno glanced at the arm that was in a sling.

"So that's how it is. Is this the kind of magic? No wonder it's called 'Bloodline'."

She was unusually calm.

Miluno forcibly broke free of the Bloodline pulling out of her veins, and blood seeped from her entire body in an instant. Even Miss Anjie was shocked by this action.

"Hey, aren't you in pain or scared?"

"Don't compare me to a fake magical girl like you who's never been on a battlefield. Rather than being led by the nose by you, it's easier to grit my teeth and knock you out."

As Miluno spoke, she flashed by, and before I could even see what happened, Miss Anjie, who was sitting on the sofa, crashed headfirst into the sturdy mahogany desk, leaving a dent in the surface. Her forehead, exposed by her long, center-parted hair, was bleeding, and it looked incredibly painful.

This time, Miss Anjie is truly unconscious.

"... Are you... not dead?"

"Since she also possesses magical girl abilities, then it's fine. Seal her magic with bubbles. Your bubbles can filter out conceptual things like magic, right?"

"I'll give it a try."

I did manage to do that when I played beach volleyball before.

Miluno took out a handkerchief to wipe her wounds. Although she didn't know the specifics, Miss Anjie's magic was indeed difficult to defend against and very dangerous.

The window on the upper floor of the office was pushed open, and Falcon, carrying Aunt Lin Xi, climbed back in from outside the window.

The latter sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Sigh, you actually took action right away. Didn't you think about the trouble of cleaning up the mess afterward?"

"I didn't expect her to be the type who maintains a magical girl form for a long time. I went too lightly the first time and failed to knock her out."

"Unauthorized intrusion into the Association president's office—if word gets out, even SpiCa won't be able to protect the two of you!"

"The two of us? Are you trying to absolve yourself of all responsibility?"

Miluno said, "Just arrest Ceruno's father. You recorded what this woman just said, didn't you?"

"Recordings are hard to use as evidence, but we've come this far, we have to take down that research institute in one fell swoop... Step aside, let me see what secrets she's got in her head!"

The aunt helped Miss Anjie to the sofa, ignoring the other's pitiful forehead, and grabbed the top of the other's head, her eyes glowing red.

Her "Memory Record" magic was no less eerie than Miss Anjie's "Bloodline." Red "thoughts" were constantly being drawn from Miss Anjie's mind. Although both were red, they were different from the scarlet of the Bloodline; instead, they were a purplish-red, and paler Meilisha's wine-like, magnificent Flowing Fire...

Looking at it this way, there are just too many magical girls with red themes!

"... This woman is truly terrifying."

Auntie seemed to have found something.

"What's wrong?"

"She's pathologically infatuated with your father... Her mind is practically consumed by thoughts of him, which is interfering with my investigation... What a bastard."

That's not what we want to hear.

Falcon fiddled with his glowing braids and asked, "Where's Heat Haze? Judging from what the woman is saying, we probably don't have much time left."

"No, she came back to retrieve Heat Haze's previous medical examination report."

Auntie took an unannotated folder from the bookshelf, patted it in her hand, and said, "They probably still need to do some final checks, right? After all, their goal isn't to kill Heat Haze, they just want the Star Crystal inside her."

Perhaps this reason convinced Falcon, and her clenched teeth relaxed as she asked, "Then do you know where their research institute is?"

"I understand, but Past a bit troublesome... we might need to drag someone down with us."

"Who?"

"SpiCa, esteemed Tactical Division ..."

At this point, Auntie pressed the walkie-talkie in her ear again.

"Old Bai, could you please contact SpiCa?"