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An indeterminate amount of time had elapsed.
First, the rhythmic gurgling of water reached his ears, followed by… the insistent hum of machinery?
Silvia’s eyelids fluttered open to mere slits, his pupils aching, as the damp, metallic scent of rust invaded his nostrils.
He realized he was encased within a humanoid mold.
More accurately, it was a colossal restraint armor pod, standing nearly three meters tall.
Moreover, it was filled to the brim with elemental insulating fluid, submerging him completely, so much so that even the slightest flutter of his eyelashes was met with sluggish resistance.
“A demon-sealing pod…”
His Adam’s apple bobbed beneath the mask as he murmured, his voice devoid of strength.
These demon-sealing pods were standard equipment in the various Flower Market Prisons across the Iris Feather Kingdom, specifically designed for the incarceration of high-risk criminals.
“So, I’ve been imprisoned… Just as I expected…”
Silvia’s face was covered by a mask, which connected to an external oxygen tank and a breathing tube.
His arms, legs, and even his torso were all bound by the anti-magic shackles within the pod.
A faint throb emanated from the unhealed wound on his lower back.
Behind him, writhing mechanical tentacles greedily siphoned the magic from his body.
“Clack—”
The bundle of mechanical tentacles tightened further, extracting another wisp of shimmering silver light.
“Mnh~”
Silvia grunted in pained agony, attempting to struggle, only to discover he couldn’t even twitch a single finger.
He had truly become a prisoner, stripped of all agency.
Bubbles escaped from his breathing tube, creating tiny ripples within the insulating fluid.
He recalled the moment he was betrayed by the Great Witch Ling Qinghe; indeed, what shred of credibility could one ever expect from the wicked women of the witch faction?
Such treachery…
Yet, Silvia had been utterly without options then, his reputation in tatters, with nowhere left to retreat.
He harbored no desire to kill, nor did he have the time to silence the hundreds of individuals privy to his secrets.
With Le Feiying actively hindering him, his only recourse had been to ‘scheme with a tiger,’ resorting to a desperate alliance with the Great Witch Ling Qinghe.
‘Heh, to think… I would one day fall to such a state. A man, a man… why am I not a woman?’
Silvia scoffed inwardly at his predicament, utterly bereft of the strength to speak or even stir.
Trapped within this demon-sealing pod, his entire reservoir of magic was, without a doubt, utterly sealed away.
Furthermore, submerged in this overflowing elemental insulating fluid, he found himself unable to sense any elemental power from beyond the pod’s confines.
Escaping, then, was entirely out of the question.
Even now, the wound from the stab to his lower back continued to throb faintly.
Not only were his magical circuits fractured and unhealed, but a bundle of tentacles lay plastered to his back, relentlessly siphoning his magic. Under such circumstances, how could he possibly escape?
****
Outside the pod, in the cell.
Within the confines of the cell, anti-magic chains converged from all directions, coiling around the demon-sealing pod as an extra layer of security.
It was far more than a single layer of ‘insurance’ protecting it.
At every ten-centimeter interval, the floor was inlaid with golden stones designed to impede magic!
Even a magic-blocking device designed to cover ten kilometers featured only twelve such golden stones.
In this single cell, the floor alone boasted hundreds, if not more, of these stones.
And that didn’t even account for the main cell door, the side door, the ceiling, or the walls; the total number surely exceeded a thousand.
However, due to the cell’s unique structural design, these golden stones exerted no influence on the outside world.
Just then.
Silvia peered through the palm-sized observation window before him, his gaze severely restricted.
Witnessing this formidable ‘setup,’ Silvia couldn’t help but be utterly astonished.
They were truly treating him like a hardened felon.
Still, he surmised that this elaborate security was a direct consequence of Le Feiying accurately reporting his threat level to the association.
Silvia estimated that.
The Magical Girl Association Headquarters must be holding a rather contentious resolution meeting concerning ‘Zhennu Yibai’s’ fate, he mused.
His former title as a Special Grade Magical Girl, his past glories, and Lingguang Yixian’s honest report—
—all served as ‘weights’ to further tighten his shackles.
“I wonder what Qiye and the others will think of me in this state? And Xia Naxin… sigh. If only I had known, I would have given her my first time, my first kiss. Now that I’ve become a man… there’s no going back.”
****
A moment later.
The resounding boom of the cell door being unsealed ripped through the pervasive silence.
Then, the crisp click of high heels resonated through the otherwise empty cell.
A slender, graceful figure, enveloped in a crisp white shirt, stepped into his limited field of vision.
Golden-rimmed glasses glinted with a cool reflection, as legs encased in sheer black stockings elegantly crossed the threshold.
She gave a slight toss of her brown hair, a fountain pen clutched in her hand, and immediately upon entering, her gaze fixed upon a monitoring screen.
Several charts were displayed there, one of which depicted a magic activity curve plummeting perilously close to zero.
Only then did she begin to write, the pen scratching softly against a record sheet:
[0:32, Seventeenth record… Normal… (Note: Prisoner recently awakened)]
She adjusted her spectacles, the blue glow from her walkie-talkie illuminating the subtle, almost imperceptible curve of a smile at the corner of her lips.
“They say that once freedom is stripped away, a person comes to understand themselves far more intimately… Tell me, Silvia, how well do you truly know yourself now?”
At her words,
Tiny ripples spread across the insulating fluid as Silvia stirred faintly.
He scrutinized the brown-haired woman, clad in a professional office ensemble.
He observed both the eyes behind her lenses and the ‘shattered’ reflection of himself within the observation window.
Silvia, too, found himself at a loss to understand his own being.
He simply could not comprehend why he was… a man.
Yet, ever since he could recall, he had unequivocally lived as a daughter.
There had been absolutely no trace of male characteristics, no secondary s*x traits whatsoever.
His former self had found pleasure at home countless times, and had ‘played’ with Xia Naxin on numerous occasions.
How could either he, or any other woman, have possibly misunderstood his own body?
Bubbles surged from his breathing tube, ascending and bursting within the insulating fluid.
In this moment, was it truly the once revered Zhennu Yibai immersed within the demon-sealing pod, or merely a prisoner, a stranger even to himself?
****