In one of the stalls in the Research Level's women's restroom.
"Buuurp-"
I let out a satisfied burp and pressed my palms together in thanks.
"Thanks for the meal~ That was delicious. I'll be back for more."
Don't get the wrong idea.
I'd only drawn a tiny bit of darkness from the Oil Witch, who'd been trying to make a run for it. Eating didn't even require using my mouth. I just had to grab her wrist to forcibly absorb it.
As I was now, I was the natural enemy of witches and Monsters alike.
Yet she covered her face and accused me through her tears.
"Y-you actually took that much! You're really awful for a human! I told you there wasn't much blessing left on Earth, didn't I? I don't even have enough for myself!"
Was she surprisingly innocent?
Her personality had emerged after the witchification process and was very young, so a little childish behavior was only natural.
"Don't call me a 'human.' At least call me a 'magical girl,' okay?"
"You don't even have magic! What kind of magical girl does that make you?"
Even if I couldn't use magic, I still had the heart of a magical girl...
Wait, I didn't even have a heart...
So what was wrong with doing something heartless!
In this age of fading darkness, she'd weakened considerably. Even I could subdue her easily without any magic.
She had an astonishing "triple-core system" inside her. Her three simulacrum factors gave her greater power, but they also consumed more energy. Her dark energy expenditure exceeded her intake, so she got "hungry" more easily than other Monsters and witches.
She really might die if she stayed on Earth.
That was why she'd slipped out of her containment room, intending to use the branch's Wormhole