Magical Girl · Scholar

Public Security Bureau, Detention Room.

Love stood in the center of the room and slowly raised her hand.

Pink Magic Power rippled outward from her, and waves of time brushed across the floor, walls, and air layer by layer—she was retracing every trace left behind in the room.

Wherever Magic Power passed, it would inevitably leave traces.

And as long as there were traces, she could follow them to find where that person had come from and where they had gone.

One second.

Ten seconds.

One minute.

Love's brows drew tighter and tighter.

Nothing... There was nothing at all.

In the reversal of time, everything that had just happened seemed to have been forcibly gouged out of existence.

It had not been concealed. It had been erased.

Cleanly and completely—not even the fact that it had been erased could be detected.

If Love had not experienced it herself, she might even have thought that nothing had happened in this room tonight.

The temporal reversal soon came to a halt.

A reversal of time like this consumed a tremendous amount of her Magic Power.

She had no choice but to stop.

Could it be the enemy's ability? In that instant, she seemed to have gone to another space, and naturally, nothing that happened in that space would leave traces here.

Love took a deep breath and suppressed the unwillingness in her heart.

"Thousand Blades, Songstress, leave this to the Public Security Bureau. We're returning to Headquarters."

"Notify the Magical Girls patrolling the Northern Capital to be extra careful."

Headquarters, Tower.

When Love landed on the tower's rooftop platform, Truth was already waiting there.

"You're here."

Truth's gaze lingered on Love for an instant.

"The Public Security Bureau's report has already been submitted... Tell me how you felt."

Love nodded and