My Brother Can’t Possibly Be a Fallen Magical Girl Chapter 5 Part 1
Chapter 5 Ink Traces Teahouse (Page 1)
Despite having slain the Abyss Listener, the Magical Girl, Phantom Butterfly, continued to advance step by step, her scythe firmly in hand.
She approached the magical girl she had previously knocked unconscious. The two wisps of black energy she had absorbed earlier now felt like the final straw that could crush everything.
In her eyes, the magical girl before her was no longer a magical girl but a monster from the Abyss.
When it came to Abyssal monsters, she never showed mercy—especially after that incident. She made it a rule to kill them on sight.
Her violet eyes locked onto the Abyssal creature lying on the ground, her Phantom Butterfly Scythe gripped tightly.
She raised it, swung it down, and struck with ruthless force.
No hesitation. No second thoughts.
...
Her head swayed, still clouded and unclear. Her graceful figure was partially exposed in the shadows of the alley as she staggered forward. The scene from earlier replayed in her mind, causing her body to tremble slightly. She was terrified that she might have killed the wrong person.
When she first transformed, she could clearly distinguish between disaster beasts, magical girls, and humans.
But after slaying one disaster beast, the world in her eyes changed. The disaster beasts took on human forms, while the magical girl behind her transformed into the appearance of an Abyssal monster, her aura completely altered.
Despite this, the girl could still vaguely remember.
When she had arrived earlier, she knew who was the magical girl and who was the disaster beast. There had been no trace of him here.
However, she decided not to take action against the remaining Abyss Listeners.
If she continued, the Abyssal energy would converge into the Violet Star, completely taking it over. She might lose herself to madness, becoming unrecognizable even to her closest allies.
But that "human" still hadn’t left.
In her mind, they kept murmuring, incessantly chattering like a well-meaning elder admonishing a disobedient youth.
They urged her not to rebel, to return home quickly, reminding her that her family was waiting for her.
These seemingly kind words didn’t bring her comfort. Instead, they fueled a growing rage within her.
Family?
How dare they claim to be her family?
With a flash of her blade, she effortlessly killed the "human."
For a moment, the world fell silent, but the fury in her heart showed no signs of subsiding.
As she glanced around, the Magical Girl, Phantom Butterfly, seemed to realize something. She turned, her glowing violet eyes locking onto the "Abyssal monster" behind her.
"Ah, I see now. There’s still an Abyssal monster behind me. No wonder this anger and hatred haven’t been released."
As she gazed at the enemy before her, the rage within her screamed for her to act, to annihilate everything.
Yet, a faint voice in her mind warned her that something was wrong. It told her she must not strike—or she would regret it for the rest of her life.
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