Witches from Out of Town Didn't Follow the Rules

That voice was unspeakably sinister and strange. It was clearly loud, yet forced into a sharp, thin pitch. The rising inflection made it obvious that she was thrilled to see Fu You.

Her arms hung naturally at her sides, her head slightly lowered, making her look like a female ghost. Even the sunlight outside the stairwell seemed to turn gloomy because of her presence.

Though she was not tall, standing on the stairs, the invisible pressure she gave off seemed to stretch her shadow several meters long.

Fu You lowered her head and glanced at her wristband.

The wristband had not gone off. That was good.

But in Fu You's eyes, this level of sinister energy was no more than a somewhat thicker tree branch.

"I'm a man, not a Magical Girl." Fu You did not want to invite trouble. After saying that, she had no intention of paying the woman any more attention. She sidestepped to the left, intending to pass by her.

But when she reached the woman, the woman stepped sideways and blocked her path.

"No, you're a Magical Girl. You can't fool me. I can smell your scent. That sweet fragrance of yours is nearly ripe, isn't it? Wonderful. Magical Girls like you are the most delicious."

Her voice still carried that indescribably suppressed excitement. Fu You could even hear the disgusting sound of saliva.

Were Magical Girls some kind of tasty creature?

Fu You gave her a disgusted look, as though she were looking at a lunatic.

She thought back slightly. Had she seen a face like this in that classroom earlier? Was this Witch really the one who had made her wristband go off before?

The face obscured by her hair leaned close to Fu You's.

"Little darling~~~ You can't escape~~~"

Only from this close could Fu You see the eyes behind the curtain of hair, through the gaps between the strands.

Her overly shadowed face made those eyes look terrifyingly black. There were no whites, only pure, transparent darkness. A faint ring of red marked where the pupils should have been, but with no pupils visible, those eyes still seemed like empty voids.

The corners of her mouth curled upward slightly, as if she were trembling with uncontrollable delight. She even stuck out her tongue, trying to touch Fu You's body with it.

Fu You had no choice but to take a step back to avoid her.

The Witch failed to touch her, but the smile on her face did not fade. Her long tongue was far longer than any normal person's, and the crazed smile on her face grew wider.

Fu You grumbled to herself. As expected, she was a Witch she had never seen before.

Neither Ghost Face nor Crying.

That made sense. Only a Witch from out of town would dare confront her so casually.

The other side clearly had no intention of letting her go easily.

Feeling somewhat helpless, she stopped where she was and met the Witch's gaze for a moment.

The red marks in the Witch's pitch-black eyes became clearer and clearer. At the same time, her skin grew increasingly pale, and her hair slowly lengthened and writhed like a crawling insect. Her school uniform rapidly faded, its original white and blue transforming into alternating shades of dark yellow and black.

She was devouring the colors around her.

Fu You scratched her head, feeling irritated.

Witches from out of town really did not follow the rules. If she wanted to find a Magical Girl, why did she have to pick Fu You so precisely?

Witches and Magical Girls were natural enemies.

Witches also hated being ambushed, so some of them chose to deal with nearby Magical Girls before taking action.

Witches' actions usually followed no moral code, nor was there any behavioral standard to use as a reference. Different Witches had different goals, and the Witches steeped in darkness often had their own obsessions and desires.

The problem was that she had already met this month's quota. Transforming into a Magical Girl now would mean working overtime—and unpaid overtime at that.

Just thinking about working for free was irritating.

"How about I recommend a few Magical Girls for you to find instead?" Fu You said.

"No, only you are the most delicious~ You're different from them. They're too immature. Only you are ripe~" the Witch said.

"You're that picky?"

"Heehee, hahaha... Come here, little darling~" The Witch's hair had already coiled toward her. Four clumps of hair shot at Fu You like four tentacles from four different directions.

Fu You quietly stepped back, turned sideways, then retreated again, dodging the incoming hair with perfect timing. Her hands remained in her pockets and did not come out.

"Don't you want to transform?" the Witch asked.

Fu You looked up toward the top of the stairs.

The Witch sensed something as well and abruptly turned around.

At once, two magical blasts bombarded her.

She wove her hair into a net before her. The blue and yellow magical blasts struck the hair, then vanished in an instant like drops of ink falling into a cup of water.

"Magical Girl Lan Xiaohuan!"

"Magical Girl Huang Ying!"

"Make a sparkling entrance!"

Two petite Magical Girls appeared at the top of the stairs. Back to back, they struck an adorable pose.

"A duo?" The Witch swept her cold gaze over the two of them.

"Big brother over there, hurry and hide! We'll protect this place!"

"Bad guy! Magical Girl Lan Xiaohuan will defeat you right here!"

Magical Girls had arrived.

Fu You let out a soft breath.

No matter how strong the Witch was, with two Magical Girls in front of her, she probably would not have time to bother with Fu You.

She turned to leave, but then looked over the two Magical Girls again.

These two Magical Girls...

Were they really students at this high school? They looked a little too young.

They were the same two she had encountered a few days ago while dealing with the Witches' Society grunts on the rooftop.

But a Magical Girl's age was not something that could be judged by her build. If one really judged by appearance, then not to mention anyone else, even Fu You herself would definitely be mistaken for a little girl.

Forget it. She had not come to school just to work overtime.

She turned around, intending to go downstairs and use the stairs on the other side.

"Heehee, you think the two of you can deal with me?" The Witch's eyes swept over the two Magical Girls.

"Take this!" The Magical Girls cried out in sweet voices. Then the wand and bow in their hands began gathering power, as yellow and blue spheres of light slowly formed.

Fu You frowned slightly.

Too slow. They would be attacked like this.

Sure enough, before the two Magical Girls' attacks could take shape, the Witch's hair wrapped around their weapons.

Black magic flowed along the strands of hair and seeped into the two Magical Girls' bodies.

"Oh no, my magic is gone!" Lan Xiaohuan said in surprise.

"M-Me too! I can't gather it..." Huang Ying's voice even carried a hint of tears.

...Fu You rubbed her forehead.

She knew they were weak, but how could they be this weak?

What exactly did Magical Girls like this exist for? To be defiled by Witches?

"Let them go! If you've got any skill, come at me!"

A sharp cry rang out nearby.

Fu You looked over.

A figure in a pink dress stood atop the balcony.

A small wand pointed straight at the Witch.