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Weizhan and Xincheng continued their patrol high above Tanhua City, their movements synchronized, never parting ways.
Suddenly,
Weizhan’s phone vibrated with an incoming call, Qiye’s name flashing urgently across the screen.
‘Qiye is calling?’
The call was specifically for Weizhan.
Responding to the unexpected interruption, the two women halted their aerial vigil.
The moment Weizhan pressed the answer button, Qiye’s hoarse voice erupted through a burst of static:
“Get home quickly… quickly…”
The words were punctuated by a broken sob, the sound of her anguish palpable even through the phone.
“Hello?”
Before Weizhan could utter a single question, the call was abruptly disconnected. The ‘beep-beep-beep’ of the dial tone echoing in her ear, Weizhan gripped her phone tightly.
‘Qiye is never this distraught…’
She mused, then turned a puzzled gaze towards Xincheng.
“Let’s go, we should head back first…”
Xincheng hummed softly, her brow furrowed in confusion. “Why is Qiye acting so strangely? Could a witch have attacked her home?”
She speculated, a worried frown deepening on her face. The two exchanged a quick glance, then simultaneously pivoted, preparing to fly back.
****
On their return journey, their eyes caught a startling sight below: a frenzied group of women were senselessly smashing Zhennu Yibai’s figurines!
The scene was chaotic, with merchandise, chibi dolls, and collaboration pendants scattered everywhere; some items were even engulfed in flames.
The more Weizhan observed, the deeper her bewilderment grew.
Flames danced and flickered across the street.
Zhennu Yibai’s life-sized dolls writhed and distorted in the inferno.
The curses of the crowd, thick with acrid smoke, ascended into the sky:
“How utterly repulsive~ ‘She’ is actually a man!”
“Liar! Give me back my faith… I was so blind…”
****
Listening to these ‘delirious ramblings,’ Weizhan’s temples began to throb. ‘Why, all of a sudden, are they slandering Senior Silvia?’
She also distinctly heard someone in the crowd scream, “Men should not appear in the Iriswing Kingdom…”
This particular statement… sent an inexplicable shiver of dread and unease through her.
‘Could it be that Senior Silvia is truly a man?!’
Yet, they did not pause. Qiye’s situation was clearly far more pressing, and it was entirely possible that this bizarre public outcry was somehow connected.
****
Upon their return to the apartment building, as they pushed open the door, the very air seemed to carry a faint, salty scent of tears.
Qiye was curled up tightly on the carpet in front of the sofa, her small figure enveloped by the cold, flickering light of the television.
She was crying so hysterically, her face was utterly disfigured by grief.
On the still-active television screen, a silver-haired man was locked in a fierce battle with a woman wielding a sword—it was none other than the Special-Grade Magical Girl, Lingguang Yixian!
“Qiye…”
Weizhan’s voice was sharp with urgency as she rushed forward to offer support.
But Qiye suddenly threw herself into Weizhan’s embrace, her scorching tears soaking through the fabric of her clothing, her sobs broken and intermittent.
“It’s fake… It must be fake…”
Just as Weizhan was about to demand an explanation for what had transpired,
Xincheng, standing beside her, let out a short, sharp gasp, her attention having been drawn to the television.
The screen abruptly switched to footage of a ‘snow cocoon’ plummeting, immediately beginning a new cycle of playback.
Bright red subtitles, as stark and glaring as fresh blood, flashed across the screen:
[Zhennu Yibai, revealed to be male, has been imprisoned and awaits judgment from the Magical Girl Association Headquarters.]
What was most unsettling was how the face of the silver-haired man on screen subtly overlapped with the gently smiling senior from her own memories.
Those eyes in particular struck Xincheng with an unsettling sense of familiarity.
She stumbled back half a step, colliding with the coffee table with a loud clatter, and clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Ah~? How is this even possible…?”
Beside her, Weizhan had also finally registered the television broadcast. ‘Wait, what do they mean Senior Silvia is a man…’
“What!?”
Weizhan cried out, her voice a raw exclamation of disbelief.
Qiye, meanwhile, was completely choked with sobs, her body trembling even more violently.
‘Could the truth… truly be as the television presented?’
‘Senior Silvia is a man… arrested and imprisoned. Is that why he disappeared, his whereabouts now unknown?’
****
None of the three women spoke, utterly at a loss for words.
‘What kind of cruel joke was this? Silvia, who had been their constant companion for so many years, had revealed his true male form after his magic was severed?!’
‘So…’
‘The three of them… had been intimately involved with a ‘fake woman’ all this time?’
“How could this be…”
Weizhan’s voice trembled, her knees giving way as she collapsed to the floor.
The countless days and nights spent fighting alongside Senior Silvia, the late hours sharing their deepest secrets, the growth forged in mutual trust… and the profound feelings she had secretly harbored in her heart.
All of it, in this single moment, transformed into sharp blades, piercing her very soul.
Weizhan gagged, her stomach churning with a burning sensation.
This was not merely physical discomfort, but the profound, agonizing pain of betrayal.
Those moments she had believed to be mutual, the flutter of her heart and the reliance built on a perceived gender… all turned out to be deceit, founded on lies.
Weizhan stumbled blindly into the bathroom, dry-heaving over the cold porcelain of the sink.
Tears, mixed with bitter stomach acid, dripped and scorched her throat.
She finally understood… why Qiye was so utterly shattered—
They had given more than just trust; it was the purest form of maidenly affection and devotion…
But this… it was all fake, every bit of it a lie…
What they had once cherished as gentle responses and deep gazes were, in fact, Silvia’s meticulously woven ‘lies.’
The news broadcast on the television was like a relentless death knell, every mention of ‘male disguised as a magical girl’ severing their ties to their shared past.
“Wuwuwu~”
Qiye continued to sob, collapsing onto the carpet and curling into a tight, desolate ball.
Xincheng, covering her mouth, braced herself against the coffee table, the cold metal frame digging painfully into her palm, before slowly sliding down to sit on the floor, leaning against the wall.
****
An immeasurable amount of time passed, yet the relentless news report on the television continued its chilling loop.
Qiye tremblingly reached for a tissue, wiping away the tear stains streaking her face.
Her eyes were swollen and inflamed from crying.
“We need to go to the prison…”
“Given our status, we are authorized to be received by the staff there…”
Qiye gripped the edge of the sofa, summoning her strength to force her trembling body to stand.
“Even if he is a man… he needs to tell us himself what exactly happened…”
Weizhan had emerged from the bathroom some time ago, leaning against the doorframe, her face as pale as paper, yet she nodded resolutely.
It was hardly surprising that her psychological resilience was so thoroughly tested.
In the Iriswing Kingdom, heterosexuality simply did not exist.
To discover that one’s significant other’s ‘true identity’ was a man, the sheer magnitude of such a shock… was no less profound than a Beauty and the Beast scenario.
Xincheng’s reaction was somewhat more composed; she merely hummed softly in agreement.
The three women exchanged grave glances in the flickering, uncertain light of the television.
In that moment, where was even a trace of their once-strong, high-ranking magical girl demeanor?
All that remained were broken-hearted maidenly feelings, profound grief, and a crushing inability to accept the truth.
Ultimately, they were still just young girls at heart.
Perhaps, they had never truly known the ‘senior’ they had spent so much time with.
Yet this ‘prison visit,’ this desperate quest for the truth, was absolutely imperative for them.
Between them and the truth, only the formidable iron gates of the prison remained.