Little Flona

The Transforming Wardrobe not only had automatic cleaning functions, but could also repair clothing, though the repair speed was relatively slow.

The nun outfit wouldn’t be usable for a while, so Flona had to find a replacement outfit.

“Swimsuit… too little fabric, no.

Cat-eared maid outfit… it makes you meow, barely acceptable.”

She was just about to try it on when she saw the wardrobe’s warning.

“Will automatically treat the person with the highest favorability nearby as its master, and has a chance to enter an estrus phase!”

Who would dare wear that?

She immediately stuffed the cat-eared maid outfit she had just taken out back inside.

Staring at the neatly arranged hangers in the wardrobe, Flona’s face was full of barely concealed distress.

“Not having the habit of actively checking clothes here was definitely the right choice.

Looking at it now, this is seriously ridiculous.”

She had to hurry.

Natsume Oto and the others probably wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer.

Suddenly, Flona caught sight of a row of smaller hangers.

“Children’s clothes?”

【The moon is really round today.】

Since Flona didn’t want the eyeball to see her changing, she deliberately placed it to one side.

All it could do was admire the moon to pass the time.

“I’m done changing!”

A milky, childish voice rang out.

The eyeball turned to look.

【My lady?

No—little lady!】

In its field of vision, Flona had changed into a sailor uniform.

A teal ribbon hung from the collar, tied into a bow at her chest, making her look extremely cute and pure.

As for why “cute” came before “pure,” it was because Flona herself had shrunk by a whole size.

Not only had her body become smaller, even her once well-proportioned legs now looked slightly squishy under the tight wrap of stockings.

“There’s no need to add ‘little.’

That’s just the cost of this outfit.

And being smaller is actually more convenient.”

Hearing the term “little lady,” Flona frowned slightly.

She suddenly understood how Abigail must have felt before.

Then she pointed at the worm monster nearby.

“We need to set off quickly.”

【Are we really doing this?】

The eyeball hesitated.

“There’s no other choice.

You know how slow I am at traveling.”

Back when Abigail and Mu Kongyi—both capable of spatial teleportation—were around, Flona hadn’t really felt it.

But now that she was alone, she finally realized she really should take the time to develop her own long-distance movement ability.

Blink was still lacking when it came to range.

【Then I’ll give it a try.】

After recovering for a while, the eyeball was actually already capable of switching host bodies.

It had just never had the chance, since Flona kept it under control.

This time, Flona had proactively allowed it to parasitize the worm monster because she had her eye on its ability to move rapidly through soil.

The eyeball detached itself from the book and floated above the worm monster.

Using several crimson tentacles at its back, it pierced into the monster’s body.

Before long, an eye successfully appeared atop the worm.

The eyeball tried twisting its body.

With a sweep of its tail, it snapped several trees in half.

“This new body is a bit hard to get used to.”

“After getting shorter, you feel even bigger to me.”

Flona tried to jump onto the worm’s back, but her infantilized body seemed to have reduced her physical ability as well.

She couldn’t quite make the jump.

So annoyed that she puffed out her cheeks.

If only she could make the eyeball smaller too.

Smaller?

Flona lowered her head and looked at her outfit.

Right.

If she let the eyeball wear an accessory from the children’s outfit, it would shrink together with it.

“Eyeball, can you extend a tentacle?”

Flona pulled out a longer ribbon and wrapped it around the tentacle the eyeball extended.

Before long, the eyeball—and the worm monster along with it—shrank down quite a bit.

Flona nodded in satisfaction and climbed onto the eyeball.

“The size is just right.”

The ribbon could even be used as reins.

“By the way, haven’t my functions increased again?”

I was supposed to be an encyclopedia.

Last time I became an umbrella.

This time I’m a vehicle.

The eyeball had a bad feeling.

In Flona’s hands, it was becoming more and more like a living, all-purpose tool.

“Don’t worry about the details.

Let’s go!”

The childlike Flona had lost some steadiness, gaining a bit more childishness instead.

As soon as she finished speaking, one person and one monster sank down together.

The soil wrapped around them like flowing water.

In the blink of an eye, only flat ground remained.

…

Hoshino Sakuo stood on a rooftop, holding a doll that refused to move.

“Anna, hasn’t Flona arrived yet?”

They had almost completely evacuated everyone.

“That’s normal.

I’d guess she’s already on her way.”

Seriana also had a decent understanding of Flona.

Yawning, she explained.

“The hero party had clear divisions of labor, each handling their own role.

In game terms, although Flona has respectable combat ability, she’s always been the support role.

When it comes to traveling speed alone, she really isn’t fast.”

Sakuo pointed worriedly below.

“But Oto and the others look like they’re about to give out.”

What had originally been a duel between Natsume Oto and the Web-Weaving Witch had its entire rhythm disrupted by Meivi’s sudden intervention.

What alarmed Natsume Oto even more was that Meivi, relying solely on that strange suit of armor, was able to beat both her and the Web-Weaving Witch back with bare hands.

She didn’t even need to use her greatsword.

“Boring.”

It was the first time Natsume Oto had heard a voice come from within that armor.

The words carried undisguised arrogance.

Before she could react, Meivi’s figure vanished into thin air.

In the next instant, a suffocating pain suddenly gripped her neck.

She was already being choked tightly by an icy hand.

The Web-Weaving Witch beside her was in the same situation.

Ice threads had barely wrapped around Meivi’s armored arm before being easily shaken off.

She couldn’t even struggle.

Her slender neck was clenched in Meivi’s other hand.

The Web-Weaving Witch was filled with panic as she stared at that armor, which leaked no trace of magic.

Having a Flona in Qingfeng City was already unexpected enough.

How had another monster like this appeared?

Only after exchanging blows did she realize that although no magic could be sensed from the armor, its strength was terrifying enough to make one tremble.

The Web-Weaving Witch had a feeling that even if her true body came, the chance of winning against this armored figure would still be vanishingly small.

Worse still, the opponent didn’t care at all about the lives of magical girls.

She attacked even Natsume Oto without hesitation.

As Meivi’s grip tightened, the Web-Weaving Witch, despite her countless unwilling feelings, knew it was time to retreat.

Xibai dying was a minor matter.

But if the threads lodged in Xibai’s soul weren’t cut in time, her own spirit would suffer severe damage.

It was just a pity.

After all that effort, the worm monster she had cultivated for so long was gone.

In the end, all she had managed was copying a portion of her memories within Kirishima Xibai’s consciousness and creating some chaos to gather a bit of malice.

Still, with these memories, she could obtain Flona’s true identity.

Her master’s task could at least be considered accounted for.

“Until next time.”

The Web-Weaving Witch barely held on as she silently mouthed the words toward Natsume Oto.

Then her head drooped weakly to one side.

The ice-crystal spider legs and ice threads behind her dispersed along with it.

Clearly, she had completely withdrawn from Xibai’s body.

She escaped!

Didn’t that mean only she and Xibai were left now?

Natsume Oto’s face flushed red as she desperately pounded Meivi’s arm.

Black flames burned over the armor, yet failed to leave even the slightest mark.

The hand didn’t budge at all.

The grip even tightened further.

Xibai’s situation was worse.

A purplish hue had already crept across her face.

She instinctively tried to grab Meivi’s hand, but lacked the strength to pry it away.

The suffocating sensation grew stronger by the second.

“Let go of me!”

Natsume Oto’s anger flared.

She refused to be strangled to death by someone who couldn’t tell friend from foe.

And she absolutely didn’t want Xibai to die like this, without reason or justice.

“Bang!”

At that moment, a stone struck the armor, drawing Meivi’s attention.

“Hey, you big hunk over there, how about fighting me instead?

I guarantee you won’t dare hit me.”

Meivi released her grip, tossing Natsume Oto and Xibai to the ground as she chased after the provoking figure.

“Cough, cough.”

Natsume Oto clutched her neck, coughing painfully for a moment before scrambling up to check on Xibai.

She patted Xibai’s back, helping her breathing return to normal.

“Thank goodness.”

After gently laying the unconscious Xibai on the ground, Natsume Oto let out a long breath.

A deep handprint remained on Xibai’s neck.

Natsume Oto guessed she probably had one too.

But at least their lives had been spared.

Come to think of it, who had just helped them?

Natsume Oto hurriedly searched for the one who had drawn Meivi’s attention.

Not far away, a terrified girl with a doll on her head was being relentlessly chased by Meivi.

“Meivi, you’re really hitting me?!

Hit me again and I’ll make you kneel down and beg me not to die!”

It was actually Sakuo!