Something's off about this magical girl.

Chapter 48 The Death of a Magical Girl

The footsteps faded away.

Only three figures remained in the basement.

Yubi regained some of her composure and flew to Tao Zhuo's side, staring in the direction of the stairwell as she asked, "Who was that magical girl just now?"

"Magical Girl Winter Camellia," Tao Zhuo answered smoothly. "Recommended by Teacher Gu Bai."

"Eh." Yubi's ahoge trembled again, and her round head tilted to the side. "So he didn't come this time? He's pretty savvy, bringing a newbie so quickly."

"It seems like she was called away by some magical girl? Anyway, she didn't tell us."

Blowing away the stray hairs from her forehead, Tao Zhuo muttered her inner thoughts under her breath: "Stingy girl."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Looks like we'll just have to reward him next time."

After saying that, Yubi seamlessly switched back to her previous stern expression: "Heh heh, you two ugly people, don't disturb my sleep, get out of here!"

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Tao Zhu cursed under her breath, but ultimately suppressed her anger and left.

As Guanlan followed behind her up the stairs, a dark glint flashed in his eyes.

Gu Bai was summoned away by a magical girl at this time?

who can that be?

Seriously, it's so hard to guess!

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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

into the night.

Guanlan is very happy.

The evening breeze in the mountains carried the coolness of early autumn, causing her long, light blue hair to flutter gently.

Now she will soon be able to fulfill her wish.

You should know that from birth, she was destined to become a magical girl.

She was chosen by heaven, possessing an unparalleled sensitivity to magic, able to detect even the slightest fluctuations.

So when the Qixin Academy was leading the magical girls in the wrong direction, she felt heartbroken and couldn't bear it.

Is it necessary to guide it, destroy it? Or to subdue it?

There are many ways, and she has both the time and the ability.

But her only obstacle came from within!

The senior is so outdated. She had already prepared everything, but the senior not only refused to step down in advance, but even tried to restrict her from advancing to the seventh star by means of "delaying graduation"!

"My lord," Guanlan murmured softly, "I believe you can understand my decision to kill one person to save millions!"

As the magic began to circulate, six star-shaped marks appeared one after another on the eyelids, lighting up from the edge of the pupils.

She took out her black umbrella as a walking stick and climbed the stone steps one by one to the end.

There seems to be no road ahead?

No, it's merely a protective illusion magic.

Guanlan extended his fingertip and easily destroyed it with a light stroke in the air, thus announcing that the countdown to this game of hide-and-seek had begun.

Entering the pitch-black corridor, she unleashed her perception magic, scanning forward with all her might—

Found it, a jar that can suppress the backflow of magic.

Standing here is enough; there's no need to get too close. No matter what, you should at least show some respect to the Seven Star Magical Girls.

The weapon I used? This is it. It was given to me by my senior, so I'll return it to him right here.

In a sense, it's a kind of fulfillment.

Stand firm, grip the umbrella tightly, and multiple buff spells are applied to the umbrella ribs in sequence. The faint glow of magic slowly converges along the tip of the umbrella, condensing into a sharp edge that is almost visible to the naked eye.

One strike is all it takes!

"Aren't you going to stop?"

But just then, a male voice rang in Guanlan's ears.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but without thinking, she threw the umbrella directly at the glass jar in the center of the hall in the distance!

--boom!

The sound of hard objects colliding rang out in the distance, but it wasn't a direct hit.

That was the sound of Gu Bai's ink sword successfully intercepting the attack; even in such a dark environment, his vision was not limited.

"Now, is it time for a life to pay with a life?"

Gu Bai asked a question that seemed casual.

With a thought, the ink sword in the distance vanished and then reappeared in his hand.

He first shattered Guanlan's passive magic barrier with a single sword strike, then pushed him to the ground, and finally plunged his sword into him—

As death drew near, Guanlan's body rapidly released endorphins, a placebo effect, resulting in an extreme sense of calm, even a feeling of...

But ultimately...

Gu Bai's sword missed Guan Lan's head and landed to the side, the tip of the sword deeply embedded in the cold stone bricks, splashing up a small amount of stone chips.

"...Ha, hoo."

Guanlan wanted to ask a question, but her body hadn't quite registered her, and she couldn't utter a word.

Gu Bai grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up, intending to walk up to the magical girl in order to ask her more questions.

The answer to why he is here now is actually quite simple.

Would a magical girl like Gu Bai really give up her thoughts of death just because she talked to him for a few minutes? Impossible. But if it were suicide, given her desire to die, she wouldn't need to ask Gu Bai to leave at all.

Excluding these two points, the answer is obvious: she knew that she would be killed after making contact with Gu Bai.

Why Guanlan?

Gu Bai couldn't guarantee many things; he simply let Tao Zhuo and Dong Chun inadvertently reveal that the magical girl from the past had made contact with him.

Even if it wasn't her, Gu Bai would have waited here for a few more days until the murderer appeared.

He simply hadn't expected that some fools would take the bait so easily.

"open--"

The Guanlan in his hand began to struggle. Gu Bai had no intention of being gentle with this kind of person, and he even tightened his grip.

"I'm only sparing your life because of the magical girl from the past."

Enter the hall.

Gu Bai opened his mouth, intending to have a proper conversation with the other party about the Holy Maiden of the Ximing Cult betraying the bishop.

But when the gaze fixed on him, he froze.

Instinctively, he dropped Guanlan in his hand and rushed to the glass jar in disbelief.

Inside the undamaged glass jar, the magical girl's head had vanished without a trace!

The liquid inside the container was still flowing slowly, but the neck that should have supported the head was cleanly and neatly cut off, leaving only a smooth cross-section.

It's as if the magical girl from the past has always looked like this.

Gu Bai knew that of course not.

But she is now clearly dead...

"How could that be?"

Guanlan, who was lying on the ground, also came to her senses. She moved over little by little, her whole body pressed against the cold ground, and the doubt in her eyes was even greater than that in Gu Bai.

Gu Bai's head was buzzing. From beginning to end, he, hiding in the shadows of the entrance, only saw Guan Lan enter.

Other magical girls have arrived, invisibility? Time stop?

Even so, is there really a magical girl who can defeat the magical girl without destroying the jar and simply take her head?

No one could answer Gu Bai's question.

To sum it all up, magical girls die.