The Little Courtyard

While Love and Thousand Blades were still wandering around Headquarters,

Truth was in the Archive Repository.

She walked past row after row of archive shelves.

This was one of the most heavily guarded areas in the entire Association. No question.

The records of every Magical Girl who had ever served were sealed here.

Paper files stood alongside magic power crystals. Rows of shelves stretched into the depths beneath a dim blue glow, and the place was so quiet she could almost hear dust settling.

There weren't that many Magical Girls who had successfully grown into their powers. But everyone who had ever awakened had a record here, which was why there were so many.

Truth stood alone in the deepest part of the Archive Repository.

Three files floated before her.

[Love]

[Thousand Blades]

[Knight]

She gazed at them for a long time.

Then she raised her hand.

Magic power flowed from her fingertips, forming intricate patterns that wound around the three files.

"Only I can see these three files."

As she spoke, the patterns on the files gave off a faint glow in her eyes, then returned to normal.

Once that was done, Truth put the files back where they belonged.

But even that did not seem to put her mind entirely at ease. She added several more confidentiality locks to the files.

When all seven locks were in place, the files' glow vanished completely, and they slowly sank into a sealed tube in the deepest part of the Archive Repository.

"That should do it."

From that moment on, the three files no longer existed in any search index.

Committee members or anyone else—

Without her permission, no one could retrieve them.

Truth did not entirely trust the Association as it stood now.

After so many years, its original purpose