My Brother Can’t Possibly Be a Fallen Magical Girl Chapter 4 Part 3

Chapter 4 The Magical Girl Phantom Butterfly (Page 3)

The thought involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

At this moment, the first thing she thought of wasn’t her brother, but the magical girl anime she had watched last night.

Liar! Such a big liar!

The disaster beasts weren’t at all like how they were portrayed in the anime—reckless and mindless. They had intelligence, could set traps, and lured their enemies into ambushes to eliminate magical girls.

Besides, disaster beasts didn’t even like magical girls! Those illustrations in her brother’s phone were all lies!!!

But in the end, the terrifying claws of the monstrous calamity beast didn’t land on her. They were forcefully stopped by someone.

It was a massive scythe, shrouded in thick black mist, that blocked the beast’s claws.

The scythe was tightly wrapped in brown vines, with a violet flower blooming on them. The flower was a mix of pale purple and pure white, beautiful and pristine. Yet, surrounded by the black mist, it appeared eerily enchanting.

Just as Bai Youqing tried to get a clear look at the figure who had saved her, she was struck hard from behind and knocked unconscious.

The emerald-green spirit didn’t fare any better.

As the purple figure appeared, the emerald-green spirit, without even having time to react, was forcibly sent back to Bai Youqing’s “Green Star” by a series of incantations. Clearly, the newcomer didn’t want their appearance to be seen.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness, Demon Princess·Phantom Butterfly.” (In the language of the Abyss)

The sky filled with fluttering purple butterflies dispersed, revealing a new magical girl.

No, compared to the previous magical girl’s attire, she looked more like a fallen magical girl.

Her hair was a soft lavender, cascading smoothly over her fair and delicate shoulders. A sparkling purple crystal rested on her chest, emitting a faint glow.

Her outfit was the complete opposite of the refined and elegant style of a typical magical girl. She wore a lavish, deep purple gown that accentuated her slender figure perfectly. Her legs were clad in sheer purple stockings, edged with black lace.

She looked both alluring and dangerous, her beautiful face hiding sharp thorns.

Demon Princess·Phantom Butterfly was the last of the Demon Princesses to descend during the third Black Tide.

One of the four great Demon Princesses of the Abyss.

Phantom Butterfly didn’t speak. She extended her right hand, clad in black ice-silk gloves, and gripped the massive scythe, swinging it in a dazzling arc.

Boom!

The enormous, monstrous calamity beast was decapitated. Its massive head fell straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust before dissolving into a wisp of black mist that flew toward Phantom Butterfly.

Yet, the Abyss Listener nearby remained motionless, its terrifying face still maintaining an expression of utmost respect.

“Your Highness Phantom Butterfly, welcome.”

“Get lost. Don’t think I won’t kill you!”

Phantom Butterfly’s icy face was filled with killing intent. Her cold eyes glared at the goblin-like Abyss Listener, and the scythe in her hand trembled slightly, as if she was struggling to hold back.

“Your Highness, Princess Dodder has asked me to relay a message to you.”

As soon as the Listener finished speaking, the lantern in its hand burst into a shower of glowing sparks in the darkness.

In the next moment, a strange yet familiar voice echoed in Phantom Butterfly’s mind:

*“My dear sister, I know you’re going through a rebellious phase right now, and you have your own opinions and thoughts about many things. But as your sister—at least for a time—I still want to tell you that the descent of the Abyss is inevitable and far more complicated than you imagine.*

*No matter how you feel now, I hope you’ll seriously consider your future and the future of your loved ones. Though you may not like my advice, I’ll still give you one last chance...”*

Before the voice could finish, a surge of pale purple Abyssal energy erupted violently around the girl.

In an instant, a shadowy figure appeared before the Abyss Listener. The scythe, now swirling with dense black mist, was raised high and brought down without hesitation.

The Abyss Listener died without a single cry.

Its eyes remained fixed on Phantom Butterfly, filled with what seemed like mockery or perhaps pity, before it dissolved into a thick black mist that was absorbed into the scythe’s dark aura.

The violet flower blooming on the scythe’s vines underwent a subtle change—its purple hue deepened, and the pale white faded slightly.