The Second Undying Arena

Molly's bedroom.

Molly dispelled her transformation. The silver-white light slowly faded, and she returned to her usual appearance as a frail high school girl.

As she recalled the conversation in her sister's room, especially her sister's words—"My heart belongs to someone, and it's not a boy"—and the way she had stubbornly refused to reveal who she liked, Molly could only sigh helplessly:

"Ugh..."

She had racked her brain but still couldn't guess who her sister liked. Her sister rarely interacted with many people in the first place. Whether they were classmates from school or acquaintances they occasionally met, Molly couldn't think of any suitable candidates.

Yet no matter how much she pressed her, her sister refused to say a word. Molly had no choice but to give up, her heart full of tangled feelings.

"Who could it be...?"

Molly muttered to herself as she walked to the bed and sat down, her brows tightly furrowed. She was both curious and worried.

Afterward, she lay on the bed and tossed and turned, completely unable to sleep.

At times, she thought about her sister's troubles. At others, she recalled the accusations against Magical Girl Pale online, as well as the crisis brought about by the Undying Arena. All kinds of thoughts became tangled together, leaving her restless.

Just then, a soft knock came from outside the door.

Immediately afterward, her sister's gentle, delicate voice came through the door:

"Sis, are you asleep?"

Molly's entire body stiffened, and she instantly held her breath, her heart tightening.

At this hour, her sister had suddenly come looking for her. If she discovered that Molly was still awake, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

After all, Molly had just returned from her sister's room as Magical Girl Pale. If she made the slightest mistake, her identity might