October 2024

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  Seika stood in the doctor’s office, with her right arm outstretched. She lifted it horizontally to her side multiple times, then to the front, then above her head, while Sayaka kept a close eye on her. Sometimes she put her hand on Seika’s arm and guided her, then, after a few minutes of those exercises, she nodded.

  “Looks like your range of motion isn’t impaired anymore. Any pain while you did this?”

  “None.” Seika replied with a little smile.

  “Excellent. Well, good that you know a doctor like me, isn’t it? Others would have probably questioned how your shoulder blade wasn’t cracked or shattered. Seems like the other world’s healing magic dealt with most of that.” Sayaka gave Seika’s shoulder a little poke. The incisions from the surgery were entirely gone, while the stab wounds from Lethe’s nails remained as scars.

  Seika scratched the back of her head and turned her eyes away at those words.

  “I wouldn’t be able to bear sitting still for too long. So, I sped up the process a little.”

  Sayaka let out a long sigh.

  “Grown addicted to being the hero? From what I could tell, Bellona Azure did well to cover for you. Besides… the little break did wonders for you.”

  Seika blinked at Sayaka in confusion.

  “What do you mean?”

  The doctor grinned and beckoned Seika over to a mirror, to which she followed shortly after. She looked at herself and blinked in surprise as she finally noticed the change in appearance. The dark rings under her eyes were gone.

  “You got more sleep than usual, didn’t you?”

  Seika looked to the side and blushed. She went to bed early, that much was true. She got into the habit of sleeping whenever she could if there was a calm day, and the past one and a half months were only calm days.

  She turned her head and looked at herself from various angles, even smiling at her reflection. It was uncanny. Despite the scars going over her left eye she looked the prettiest she had in a long time; full of life, one might even say.

  “Like I’m a whole different person.”

  Sayaka laughed and patted her back.

  “You’re still the same heroic lady as always, don’t you worry. But maybe you should network with other Magical Girls and establish something like shifts, so you don’t work yourself to death anymore.”

  The doctor gave Seika’s chest a few taps.

  “You should get sleep and put away those infernal energy drinks. I mean it.”

  Seika gave Sayaka an awkward smile. She still drank from those cans, even with better sleep. At this point it became a habit rather than a necessity.

  “I’ll keep it in mind.” Seika responded, still admiring her new self in the mirror.

  “So, any big plans now that you have your right arm back?” Sayaka asked as Seika finished buttoning her shirt back up.

  “Well, today is Miori’s birthday, so I’m going to meet her at Karaoke Kan. But before that I’m stopping by in Harajuku to pick up a present for her.”

  Sayaka grinned and patted her back.

  “The woman you were almost bleeding out for, eh? Go get her!”

  “I already have her… but thank you.”

  “Ugh! I’m not used to your face beaming that brightly!” Sayaka playfully pretended to flinch backwards and held a hand in front of her eyes.

  Seika blinked and caught a glimpse of her wide smile in the mirror before she turned a bit redder.

  Seika stepped out of the train as she reached Harajuku. She walked down the familiar path to the boutique, where Miyu and Momo abducted her and made her try on dresses to prepare her for her trip to Madame Bille’s world. The memory now felt a little nostalgic, even if it was mere two months ago. Miyu and Momo, who she assumed to be blackmailing her for the sake of keeping their power and influence turned out to be helpless young women trying to get their mentor to remember them again; to defeat Lethe and return things between them to normal.

  They were in love with each other, but their first impression of love was tainted by Seika and Miori being cursed by Lethe to never be able to confess to each other, so they refused to refer to their relationship as such, and they hid their feelings for each other not just from themselves, but didn’t dare to let their mentors know that they were in a physical relationship.

  Now they were openly dating, in their civilian forms at least, and if what Seika heard about them was right, they were considering announcing their relationship to the public. Of course, first they would have to tell everyone that they weren’t actually sisters like their stage name implied. It shouldn’t prove too difficult, since they never leaned into it. They didn’t call each other ‘sister’ outside of saying their duo’s name.

  Seika entered the boutique; if she remembered correctly, Miori’s favored brand these days was located on the lowest level of the store. After descending the stairs, she walked through the tight corridors between mini boutiques, all separated by brand, before she finally stood in front of the collection of gothic lolita outfits. There was a wide variety of styles for those as well and it made her head spin a little; she couldn’t even begin to imagine how these things were coordinated together and admired Miori’s ability to navigate this world of fashion a little more.

  She wasn’t here for the dresses, though. She spotted the item she came for and moved fast to buy it, making sure to get it in a proper little gift bag.

  “Thoughtful. I’m sure she’ll love it, partner.”

  Seika got startled as Minerva suddenly spoke up, smiling.

  “You haven’t talked all day today, partner. Good morning.”

  Minerva’s laugh rang through Seika’s head.

  “Oh, I’ve been watching, as always. But I’ll admit, I can’t wait for us to be one again and soar through the skies as a Magical Girl. The last time we transformed was in that café.”

  “My, how lewd. Wanting to be ‘one’ with me. I have a girlfriend, Minerva.”

  Seika grinned wide as she could feel the crystal getting a little flustered.

  “You know how I mean it.”

  “Sure do, my beloved partner.”

  “Stop it!” if a red gemstone could blush, it certainly would look somewhat like Minerva right now, all while Seika simply laughed as she headed back for the entrance. She abruptly stopped as she saw something entirely unexpected.

  One of the boutiques hung up banners, showcasing their newest selection. If Seika remembered correctly, this was the brand Ayame worked for these days, ‘Atelier Antoinette’. And right there, on the banners, was Miori, dressed in a regal-looking gothic lolita outfit, giving the camera a haughty look. Like a beautiful princess about to order the observer’s head to be chopped off.

  “When did she become a model?”

  “She always had the looks. You lucky woman, you.”

  “Next stop: Seibu-Shinjuku!” the train’s announcement system declared as it came to a halt and Seika stepped out.

  She walked through the streets of Kabukichō. Miori would already be waiting for her at Karaoke Kan, so she didn’t walk to Snack Starlight first. The place had a different feeling altogether in the early evening, while the sun was still out, with the neon signs simply turning into normal signs that didn’t tint the whole place in a yellow glow.

  She passed by a place with a TV facing the street and saw a report about the recent marionette attack on the city, with Bellona Azure bringing the invaders to heel.

  That move she did was so cool! I hope we get some special moves, soon, as well!

  “Ugh, don’t pile on the pressure, Seika. If I remember some hidden ability, you’ll be the first to know.”

  Karaoke Kan now came into view. She approached the round shaped tower and stepped through the door, where Miori was already waiting for her.

  “Senpai!” she greeted her cheerfully, hurrying to her side and immediately grabbing her hand, locking fingers as she hugged her side with her other arm.

  “I already reserved a room for us, let’s go!”

  Seika smiled and looked at Miori; she couldn’t wait to be alone with her. Public displays of affection like kissing were frowned upon, so she always preferred to have her all to herself behind the locked doors of a karaoke booth or maybe even a manga café room, where they could kiss as much as they wanted without drawing in any odd looks.

  Her delusions were shattered however, as they took a turn on an upper floor and headed for one of the big karaoke rooms with curved windows lording over the streets of Kabukichō.

  “Isn’t that one a little too big for us?” she asked as Miori stopped in front of the door and threw her a mischievous smile.

  “You’ll see.”

  She pushed open the door and Seika’s eyes went wide as she saw the gathered people inside.

  Miyu, Momo, Ayame and even Hifumi were here, giving Seika a wave.

  ““““Happy Birthday, Miori! And congratulations on your recovery, Seika!””””

  The greeting appeared to be rehearsed, and the four of them erupted into a cheer as Seika entered, looking at all of them in bewilderment.

  “When did you all...?”

  “Conspire to surprise you?” Miori hugged Seika from the side.

  “When you told me that your last doctor’s appointment would fall on my birthday.”

  Seika looked over their gathered friends and smiled, letting Miori drag her towards the couch in the middle of the assembled women.

  Miyu and Momo were dressed as gyaru, as usual. However, Miyu’s personal style changed drastically. Instead of matching Momo’s JK gyaru fashion she now sported an all-black rock gyaru style. Her smooth black hair neatly framed the scar she now wore across her face. She had an arm around Momo’s shoulder, who leaned against her side, and both of them looked at Seika with smiles on their faces.

  Seika thought back to the public reaction as Sol, the Magical Girl idol, revealed to the world that she was attacked and now had a scar. She lost some of the more hardcore otaku fans but won back a sizeable amount of those who left her before because they were convinced that she was a fake Magical Girl; if she protected Luna from a monster and got injured, she had to be the real deal.

  “You look good, Paisen.” Miyu said with a smirk and trailed her own scar with a finger. “We match now!”

  Seika gave her a little smile. She hadn’t seen Miyu and Momo in person after Lethe’s defeat, and their communication so far had been solely through text. At first because Miyu needed to recover from her time on the ventilator, and then because she went to a way too large number of meetings with her agency afterwards to plan the grand debut of her scarred appearance.

  “Yeah, you’re both, like, warrior goddesses now!” Momo chimed in.

  Ayame approached; she dyed her hair with a single red streak these days, still keeping it long. She greeted Seika with a close hug. The two of them went out drinking at Snack Starlight from time to time, so her, Miori and Seika caught up in no time. There was still a bit of tension with Seika’s feelings of guilt and the knowledge that Ayame harbored sexual feelings for Seika, but the two old friends were quickly thick as thieves again.

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  “Now you can go back to saving everyone, huh?” she asked with a big grin.

  Hifumi greeted Seika as well, but her eyes weren’t on Seika’s face at all. They were fixed right on Seika’s right hand, with her eyes growing wider.

  “…Seika!” she gasped.

  “Huh? What’s wrong, Hifumi?”

  The girl pointed at her hand.

  “…trimmed nails on the index and middle finger!” Her mouth was a little agape, then she looked back and forth between Miori and Seika before pointing at the latter.

  “She’s prepared!”

  Seika quickly hid her hand and cleared her throat, blushing a little. Hifumi was right: she did trim her nails this particular way on purpose. Now that she was in a relationship with Miori she felt confident in outing her attraction to women, no matter how annoyed she acted about having her sexuality guessed before. And of course, it reduced the risk of harm during intimacy, which was the main reason she went with it. It was Ayame who told her about this specific way of doing her nails during their reunion outing after she was dismissed from the hospital.

  Miori clapped her hands together, skillfully ignoring Hifumi’s suggestions.

  “With everyone’s greetings done, let’s get this little party started!”

  ***

  Before the festivities were about to begin, Seika fished the gift bag out of her pocket, handing it to Miori.

  “Here, Miori. Happy Birthday. For another five months our age gap has shrunk.” She winked at her, then she watched her girlfriend unwrap her gift and enjoyed her smile as she pulled out intricate lace gloves.

  “I think these should go well with most of your outfits, don’t you think?”

  Miori turned the gloves in her hands a few times before she put them on, then she leaned in and kissed Seika, dragging the kiss out until Ayame let out a whistle, causing the couple to separate with flushed cheeks.

  “Right! We aren’t alone!” Seika exclaimed and rubbed the back of her head.

  Miyu already stood by the intercom and ordered snacks for everyone while Momo wrapped an arm around Hifumi and pestered her in a scene that felt oddly familiar to Seika.

  “So, I heard you’ve been, like, seducing Madame Bille, Hifumin?”

  Hifumi grinned awkwardly and looked to the side.

  “Things just happened… I was tied up, and she looked down at me like I was a fly in her spider web, and I may have made a few inappropriate comments and uh… she liked them. She laughed.”

  “Did ya do it yet?” Momo kept pressuring her with a wicked grin.

  Hifumi turned red all of a sudden, squirming in place. She looked around before she mustered the courage to answer, with all eyes on her.

  “Yes...” she finally admitted, eliciting a gasp from Momo.

  “Woah! You gotta, like, tell me everything! Give me the dirty deets! Who tops?” Momo shoved her face almost right into Hifumi’s with sparkling eyes, causing the girl to let out a small squeak.

  “Uhm...!” Hifumi looked like she was trying to find her words, but then she grabbed the pad for the song selection and punched in a title before she hopped off the couch to escape Momo.

  All eyes were on the author as she grabbed the mic and stood in front of the TV.

  “This is my first time singing in front of people! Please be patient with me!”

  Hifumi began to sing with a soft voice and everyone in the room fell quiet. The song was called Arc-en-Ciel, the opening of a relatively recent yuri romance anime, and Hifumi was performing it like she was born for it.

  Her singing left even the idol duo speechless as everyone’s eyes were glued to her. After a few magical minutes, Hifumi looked around with flushed cheeks.

  Seika looked at Hifumi and offered her a gentle smile; she now knew without a doubt that Hifumi was Romy’s reincarnation. A strange feeling of happiness filled her: happiness for Madame Bille, who truly found her lover again after a thousand years of sorrow. Of course, Hifumi was her own person, with her own wants and needs, but she carried that beautiful soul inside her.

  “What the hell, Miyu-pyon, we’re supposed to be, like, the super idols here! We can’t have Hifumin outdo us! Get up there!” Momo complained, even as she laughed and smiled, openly admiring Hifumi as she pushed Miyu towards the TV. Both grabbed microphones and turned towards the audience, striking idol poses with peace signs over their eyes with their free hands.

  Miyu grinned as she spoke into her microphone first.

  “Hello there! This is a private performance by yours truly, the Celestial Sisters!”

  “May the light of the heavenly bodies protect you from evil!” Momo finished for her.

  The rest of the attendees applauded them, and they waved their hands playfully at their small audience.

  “How about a classic, a song made to sing as a duet? Here’s Lion!”

  Seika almost drooled, so focused was she on the two idols who she was a fan of for so long, without realizing that they looked up to her, as well. It still hadn’t set in entirely for her, despite her memories returning: they became the Magical Girls they are today thanks to Miori and her, and became idols in the hopes of saving her from Lethe, to amass wealth for the sole purpose of finding a method to break her out of the loop of forgetting.

  And now, with that resolved, they kept going, to inspire children, as they always had. It was enough to bring a tear to Seika’s eye.

  Next up was Miori. She kept close to Seika, even while singing. In fact, she stood right in front of her, a hand on the sofa as she leaned over her and sang one of the opening songs from the Magical Girl anime she loved, Innocent Starter. She made sure to keep eye contact with Seika. Of course, the choice of song was entirely intentional. Unlike Catch You, Catch Me, this one straight up talked about giving someone one’s love instead of trying to confess it.

  Seika smiled up at Miori and caressed her cheek as she finished, then Ayame snatched the mic out of her hand and winked.

  “Well, I’ve got to step up now, right?”

  Ayame closed her eyes and waited for the song she picked to play. After a quick guitar intro, she sang. Seika recognized it as Overdrive, the opening of the erotic yuri anime they watched in college and joked around about, in which girls paired up as weapons and wielders (and to transform into a weapon the respective girl had to be brought to climax by her wielder).

  Seika let out a stifled laugh, then she jumped up and joined Ayame as she belted out the titular “Overdrive!”

  As they were done they laughed and hugged, then Seika got to sing on her own. She picked another anime opening called Exterminate. She wasn’t the most experienced singer, but her passion as a Magical Girl otaku took over entirely, letting her sing the song with complete confidence, no matter how many notes she missed entirely. The rest of the gang cheered her on and clapped for her, either way.

  ***

  The festivities continued, and one by one everyone handed over a present for Miori. Hifumi brought some yuri light novels from her very own list of recommendations, Ayame bought her a few headdresses to go with her outfits, and the pair of celebrities, surprisingly enough, didn’t flaunt their wealth; rather they presented Miori with a set of photographs they took of themselves with Miori, Seika, Bellona and Minerva over the past seven years. The very photos Seika saw as a blurred mess in their apartment, now restored to their former glory with Lethe’s death.

  In one photo the four of them stood together, arms around each other’s shoulders, smiling at the camera.

  In other images they hugged. In yet another one, Bellona and Minerva were over for dinner, enjoying the time with the two girls as a family should.

  A silent tear ran down Miori’s cheek and she smiled, stifling a sniffle.

  “Most people would throw away pictures that were warped…”

  “Not us!” Miyu insisted with a smile, pulling Miori into a hug.

  “…I couldn’t throw away pictures of family, even if they were damaged. And now they are restored to their proper state.”

  Miori reached out and added Momo into the tight hug, remaining like that for a while.

  “I’m sorry for being... so dismissive towards you both this last year.”

  “You were going through a hard time yourself, Miori-paisen. Don’t worry, it’s all in, like, the past, now.”

  Miyu and Momo patted the gothic lolita’s back before they separated.

  “Now, enough moping. This is your and Paisen’s party, so let’s keep going!”

  ***

  Everyone enjoyed some snacks and drinks, though Hifumi still had to stick to non-alcoholic beverages. Seika sat down next to Miyu for now as Miori grabbed the mic and went in front of the TV to sing again, this time not a love song, but a peppy pop number.

  “So, how are the preparations for your big announcement going, Miyu?” Seika asked while she grabbed her highball, taking a sip. She looked with some worry to Miori’s glass, which was already half drained, meaning that everyone in this room was on borrowed time before drunk Miori’s debut.

  “Ah, Kosuke is still running the numbers. I kind of hate it, you know? Doing a ‘risk assessment’ for being allowed to announce your relationship to the world.”

  She let out a long sigh before she continued.

  “Kosuke already warned us: a huge chunk of our worldwide support is going to evaporate. We will get some people latching onto us because we’re lesbians, and some of the previous fans will become even greater supporters, but… yeah. Then there’s of course the theocracies. We may not be welcome in a bunch of those anymore. And here at home…”

  She pondered.

  “…hard to say. Yeah, sure, straight idols who come out with a boyfriend lose support all the time, but the same type of hardcore otaku who fantasizes about having a chance with his idol might actually… continue to do so when their idol is in a lesbian relationship. Business yuri is a thing for that reason.”

  She shrugged and let out a long sigh, leaning back and burying her face in her hands.

  “I’m glad we have a manager to figure out everything. But I want to at least still be an inspiration to the little girls, like I’ve been before. And who knows, maybe we’ll change direction a bit. If people give us a hard time, we’ll just have to push for better support for gay couples.”

  Miyu smiled earnestly at Seika, who patted her shoulder before she asked “Better support? Like what?”

  “Like marriage. You only just got your memories back, but I’m sure during all your dates with Miori you must have considered it a few times. It’s not legal yet, and I’m considering campaigning for it.”

  Miyu chuckled a little.

  “Like, do a show or two at Tokyo Pride, you know?”

  Seika pondered, staring at a spot at the wall. She only just started her relationship with Miori, so she didn’t really give it serious thought until now, but she played with the thought from time to time. To live in the same apartment, to be officially married… it all sounded like a dream to her. And now, after almost a decade of wasted time, she felt the need to act fast, to enjoy every single aspect of her relationship with Miori to the fullest.

  “I hope you can drum up the support.” She said with a smile as Miori finished her song and walked over to her glass, drinking a large gulp from it as the rest of the group applauded her performance.

  Miori sat down next to Seika with a big grin as Miyu and Momo went back to the front to perform.

  “Hey there, beautiful!” she said with rosy cheeks.

  “Right back at you!” Seika laughed. “When were you going to tell me that you’re a model now?”

  “Ah!” Miori blinked, then she grinned as she leaned against Seika’s shoulder, nibbling on her neck. “Completely forgot about that!”

  “Yup, it’s my fault!” Ayame chimed in, sitting down on Seika’s free side and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

  “I’m turning your girlfriend into the next supermodel, Seika! You can brag about it to everyone you know!”

  Miori let out a chuckle.

  “Come on now, Ayame, that was just the one time! I’m a bartender and will probably remain one. Maybe I’ll even take over Snack Starlight when the Mama retires.”

  Ayame clicked her tongue in response, wagging her finger.

  “Now, now, my dear cute Miori. Your big sis Ayame is already getting inquiries about who this absolute bombshell on our posters is!”

  “…big sis?” Seika looked around between the both of them.

  “Aw, when I told her I’d accept her love confession, she said she loves me like a big sis, so that’s who I am now!” Ayame said with a grin.

  “That so?” Seika chuckled. “What am I?”

  Ayame bumped her elbow into Seika’s side.

  “My best friend. For all times.”

  “Hmmmmm…!” the sound came from Miori, who was grinning in a weird way.

  “Y’know, I could share from time to time, because I love you, big sis…!”

  Seika sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

  “There we have it. She’s drunk.”

  Miori suddenly got up, grinning like an idiot as she grabbed a microphone.

  “Special announcement! I’m drunk and really happy with how everything turned out in my life! So, here’s a special opportunity!”

  She pointed at Seika.

  “I order everyone here to kiss me and Senpai!”

  ***

  Seika sighed as she walked home, with Miori’s arm hooked into her own and some smeared traces of lipstick on both their cheeks and lips.

  “You’re a menace when you’re drunk, you know that?”

  “Hehehe… I just love you sooooo much, Senpai! I can’t help but let others have a little taste and make them jealous!” Miori grinned, beaming like the sun itself.

  “You might hurt Ayame if you give her too many ‘tastes’ like that. She only just got her memories of me back and she had a crush on me when they were taken.”

  Seika blushed furiously as she thought back to the party, and to how everyone reacted to Miori’s demand.

  “I have a girlfriend!” Hifumi declared and gave Seika and Miroi a peck on the cheek both.

  “You’re like, our moms, or cool aunts, so on the lips would be gross” Momo declared, and therefore both the Celestial Sisters kissed their hosts’ cheeks.

  Ayame however…

  “No takebacks!” she declared and appeared to challenge Miori, who drunkenly declared “Do your worst!”

  And so Ayame did. Straddling Seika, kissing her, pushing her tongue into her mouth. She vividly remembered the gasps all around her and even Miori being a little bewildered – until Ayame walked up to her and did the same thing to her. Then she appeared oddly satisfied.

  Seika shook her head and grimaced.

  “Our relationship just started; I don’t want to… complicate things.”

  “Hmmm… jealous?” Miori teased, wrapping her arms around Seika from behind. She liked to abuse that she was a little taller in these moments, much to Seika’s annoyance.

  “No… I’m actually glad that she did it to both of us to avoid that, but…”

  Seika sighed.

  “…let’s not play with her heart, okay, Miori?”

  Seika meant it, but there was more to it, of course. Ayame was her best friend, right until she abandoned her. She didn’t know much about how Ayame lived her past nine years, while Miori did. Her heart ached to be close to her best friend, and she couldn’t deny that she was sexually attracted to her, but she was afraid. Afraid of messing things up, afraid of overstepping Ayame’s boundaries and losing her again.

  “Hm… I don’t think she minds getting ‘tastes’, but alright.” The blonde relented before she hugged Seika tighter, leaning close to her ear to whisper her next words.

  “Hey, Senpai… you’re healed, so…” She gently blew air against Seika’s ear, making her shiver from the tingle.

  “…I want to have sex.”

  Seika stopped and sighed, turning around to face Miori.

  “Not tonight, Miori.”

  “Ehhh? Why? Don’t you wanna?” Miori complained, pouting at her girlfriend.

  Seika closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm her own racing heart and thoughts. Of course, she wanted to have sex with Miori; that desire burned inside her for nearly a decade: growing, festering… at points she saw Miori as an angel who always flew out of her range whenever she got too close. She fantasized about ripping out her wings and taking her innocence to make sure that she stayed with her forever in the filthy realm of sinners and couldn’t run away anymore. She had all sorts of things in her head which she wanted to do to her, be they real, tangible fetishes, or concepts. Seika had a vague feeling that she would have lived through all of those, had Madame Bille not driven the succubus away that one night.

  Yet here, in the real world, she was a responsible adult.

  “You’re drunk. I already told you the last time that I want our first time to be when you’re completely yourself and I am healed.”

  “Boo.” Miori pouted again, but her expression softened as Seika reached out to caress her cheek.

  “Can you take this Friday off?” Seika asked, and Miori blinked.

  “Sure… why?”

  “Because then you will have me for the whole night.” Seika smiled at Miori and saw her face lighten up in return.

  Earlier…

  ***

  Back in Harajuku, a woman entered the large boutique which Seika left only an hour ago. She was on the hunt for trendier fashion for herself, for her regular outings in Shinjuku, but she also kept an eye on the more out there brands, which were usually sold on the underground level. This, however, she did for work, rather than her own personal enjoyment. Her shopping bags got fuller and fuller with every boutique she passed by, and she paid for each and every article with a special credit card that marked her as an affluent person. She was happy with her arrangement, until she saw something utterly unexpected.

  Right there, on a banner advertisement for ‘Atelier Antoinette’, a brand she was familiar with, she saw someone she knew. She didn’t know her name or how she was related to the brand; all she knew was that she saw her before, and that she felt an insatiable hatred for this woman. The she-witch who disfigured her was right here, on a banner, looking like she owned the place.

  She wanted to tear this blonde bitch down. She wanted to make her hurt only a fraction of how much she herself was hurt by this woman’s alter ego: Bellona Azure.

  The scar on her left shoulder throbbed painfully as she swore that she would make the Magical Girl pay.