The term "Magical Girl" generally refers to girls—with some exceptions—who use mysterious powers to confront various hardships. The imagery associated with them is vast and varied: some are innocent and pure, others undergo flashy transformations, some engage in high-octane battles, while others drift into dark, psychological themes or find themselves in romantic entanglements with other girls. In essence, there is no fixed form. One could say the concept of a "Magical Girl" is overflowing with infinite possibility.
"The Satanic Magical Girl magic we developed... the Great Satan himself took it, refined it, and sent back hundreds of pages of detailed improvements. He is a ruler of unmatched kindness and passion."
While there are many schools of such magic, let us examine the "Satanic Magical Girl Magic" as perfected by the Great Satan himself. What did he seek in this system? What did he value most? While cuteness, power, and technique were all considered, the Great Satan declared that "versatility" and "simplicity" were the most vital elements.
A magical girl, in the truest sense, uses magic intended for children. It is not a power granted only to the special. Even an ordinary child with no particular talent can shine as a magical girl. What matters is not innate genius, but a heart that wishes for miracles. If one possesses the burning guts to fight for the happiness and hope of others, this magic will respond. It was because this system was built on such a wish that Kanata possessed such a high aptitude for it.
"Despite utilizing incredibly complex equations, it has been designed for ease of use. By pairing specific keywords as a key, the user triggers the circuit within the magic circle. Furthermore, the costumes utilize specialized ritual formulas to further maximize efficiency."
As Lavinia had noted in the documents from Miltan, this magic requires neither high-level technique nor raw power. It is about how precisely one can follow the established conditions and processes. Because of this, there are numerous activation requirements—many of which are, frankly, inefficient. While this can be restrictive, it also means that as long as those conditions are met, anyone can wield the power.
"Knowledge and understanding of the magic are just as important as aptitude. For instance, someone well-versed in mythology will master related spells much faster. I have a colleague whose obsession with 'muscular beauty' led him to befriending water spirits, eventually mastering high-level hydro-rituals."
What truly pushed Kanata's aptitude over the edge was his deep-seated knowledge of the genre. Because he loved anime and games—and because it was a series he had seen countless times in his previous life—he had watched every single episode of Magical Girl Milky. Combined with the "Milky-related" lore and understanding drilled into him by Miltan and the other Devils, Kanata was able to elevate low-cost magical energy into a destructive force equal to that of a seasoned sorcerer.
"A magic that fits me... something from my knowledge that's easy to use and makes me a fighter immediately, even with my average stats. Does something that convenient even exist?"
As it turned out, such a convenient magic did exist, by some miracle. Whether Kanata actually wanted to use it was a different story entirely.
"Partner... just for now, please erase my sense of shame. Or better yet, just wipe my memory of this entire day..."
"Milky Red, please don't pull your hood over your head and cry," Milky Blue said. "The entrance scene was perfectly executed."
"Exactly! And now Milky Yellow is at full power!"
The smoke bombs and light effects thrown in by the Milky Devils (who had already retreated) faded. A long silence followed as the magical girls held their poses. Faced with this "hope" that was far too large to process, everyone—friend and foe alike—looked away, desperately trying to escape reality. Masaomi and the Belial servants stood there awkwardly, their eyes darting around as they wondered, Wait, are these really our allies?
Amidst the stagnant air, Milky Red was the first to surrender to the unbearable embarrassment. Unable to endure the silence, the red magical girl pulled up a pre-prepared hood and began to sob in earnest. Milky Blue gently patted his head, offering her usual, slightly off-kilter comfort.
From the massive collection of magical girl outfits, Kanata had chosen the "safest" option, but no amount of fabric could hide his shame. He had fought to keep his trousers and wore a large muffler to hide as much of his face as possible. However, because a magical girl's entrance is meant to be a show for the audience, the act of "hiding" with a hood was technically a violation of the transformation conditions.
He had considered using magic to numb his shame, but he feared what he might do if he lost his inhibitions entirely. Furthermore, his Sacred Gear—the spear—had healed his stomach, removing even the excuse of physical pain to flee. The spear, Ruin Lorn Scarlet, sent a flustered thought: "But you said your stomach hurt..." before shifting to a more maternal, "Just give up and accept it" sentiment. It seemed the spear was both an overprotective parent and a lion pushing its cub into a bottomless ravine.
"By the way, Milky Yellow," Milky Blue noted. "I noticed your verbal tic is different than usual."
"It's the 'Milky Yellow' version! I changed it since I'm transformed!"
"I see. A commitment to the role is vital. Truly impressive!"
The Exorcists were present, and though Touji Shidou was occupied, many here knew Miltan's true identity. The change in speech was Miltan's attempt at a "disguise." Combined with the mask's perception-blurring effect and the psychological trauma of the onlookers—who desperately didn't want to look too closely—Miltan was successfully categorized as a "mysterious God of Destruction that cannot be stared at directly."
As the two magical girls chatted leisurely, the Exorcists finally began to recover from their shock. Though they had never faced anything this absurd, they were professional demon hunters. A sudden magical girl ambush was... technically within the realm of possibility. If they didn't believe that, they'd lose their minds.
"Um, Masaomi... do you know who those magical girls are?"
"No. Not a clue."
Masaomi answered instantly. He suspected the boyish one might be Kanata, but as soon as he thought it, a mental fog obscured his reasoning. He knew the magical girls had to be connected to the boy, but revealing they had allies would be dangerous. It was better for everyone if they were treated as "allies of justice fighting for love." He, too, had to believe that to stay sane.
"They're probably... er... wild magical girls," he offered.
"WILD MAGICAL GIRLS!?" everyone shouted.
Luciana tried to back him up after their life-and-death struggle, but even she couldn't escape the collective retort. It seemed her own confusion hadn't quite cleared yet.
"Shut up! What 'Magical Girls'!?"
One of the Exorcists finally snapped, clenching his fists and glaring. They had come here with a death-defying resolve, defying their leader's orders and feelings. To have their mission derailed by these absurdities was intolerable.
More importantly, their leader's life—and his stomach—were on the line. Letting these "headache-inducing" entities get near Touji Shidou would only make his health worse. The young Exorcist stepped forward, pointing a finger at the trio.
"Hey, you idiots in the ridiculous outfits! This isn't a playground! If you're just here to mess around, get lost right now!"
Every eye turned from the Exorcist to the magical girls. His irritation was valid, but he also didn't want to involve innocent bystanders in a lethal fight. Masaomi and the others broke into a cold sweat; while the magical girls were their reinforcements, the Exorcist was making a perfectly rational point.
"...Messing around? ...A playground?"
Milky Red, who had been drawing circles in the dirt and crying, was the first to react. He stood up slowly, his black hair falling over his face, hiding his expression. A small voice rang out—one devoid of emotion, or perhaps, one where emotion was being suppressed by sheer force of will.
"Listen... I'm not wearing this because I want to mess around."
"Wait, I—"
"A playground? You think I brought a 'Magical Stick' to play in a group of people carrying enough illegal weapons to break every gun law in the country!?"
"Let's... let's just calm down, kid. I might have said too much," the Exorcist stammered, trying to soothe the trembling child. But Milky Red stepped forward like a vengeful ghost, pointing a finger straight at the Exorcists.
"I am doing this seriously! I'm doing this seriously because this is the only thing I can do! You think anyone would become a magical girl for a 'joke' or 'play'!? DON'T YOU DARE DISRESPECT US!!"
"I-I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"
The young Exorcist found himself apologizing to Milky Red's soul-shattering (and slightly hysterical) scream. Whether it was for love, for a leader's stomach, or for a friend, their resolve was undeniably real.
Milky Yellow's eyes sparkled at the declaration. "As expected of Milky Red," he muttered, his respect for the boy growing. Milky Blue simply tilted her head and gave a polite round of applause.
And so, the magical girls' entrance concluded, having successfully scattered nothing but pure chaos across the battlefield.
***
"Phew... shouting that felt good. I think I can finally just accept this."
Milky Red—or rather, Kanata Kuramoto—wiped his tear-stained face with a handkerchief and took several deep breaths. Venting his frustrations through that scream (even if it was mostly just lashing out) had stabilized his mental state. He felt a little bad for the Exorcist he'd yelled at, but he shifted the blame to the Church. If they hadn't started this mess, I wouldn't have had to do this, he told himself.
He slapped his cheeks to focus. The Exorcists were still confused, but they weren't defeated. They were still unharmed, and the Belial servants were still wounded. While Milky Yellow had sent one Devil flying, there were many enemies left.
"By the way, Milky Yellow. You said you were at 'full power' earlier. Were you serious? That High-Tier Devil went flying like a rocket..."
"When saving people in a pinch, the restrictions are lifted and a boost effect is applied. Magical Girl magic is designed to save those in trouble. The person who designed this researched the genre very thoroughly."
"Ah, right. I forgot about that condition."
Kanata nodded. The magic was designed so that it wouldn't produce much power if used for selfish gain. It was a "Selfless Support" system. Because the conditions were so strict, it allowed the magic to be "universal" enough for almost anyone to use.
"However... I think I was a bit shallow," Milky Yellow noted.
"What?"
"Both of you, get ready. They're coming."
Milky Yellow's eyes sharpened behind the mask, staring at the spot where the Devil had been blown away. Milky Blue—Lavinia—gave a short command and leveled her wand. Kanata was confused by their sudden shift into combat stances until he felt the shift in the air.
Multiple waves of black magical energy surged out from the dust. Kanata, alerted by his spear, exchanged a nod with Lavinia. In a magical girl battle, the presence of allies is vital; having multiple girls with the same resolve allows for more efficient magical usage.
Kanata and Lavinia leaped forward, spinning their wands. Red and blue effects flared as they joined hands, standing back-to-back. They leveled their wands at the incoming blades and shouted the incantation.
"ERASE THE BLADES OF DARKNESS WITH THE POWER OF LOVE! MILKY SPIRAL BOMB!!"
Their magical power surged into the wands, firing a massive volley of red and blue heart-shaped bombs. The projectiles collided with the black energy, neutralizing it in a cascade of light. Cute heart and star-shaped fireworks filled the sky.
The synergetic effect of their combined magic allowed several bombs to punch through, raining down on the source of the attack. The figure in the dust—shocked that his magic had lost to "Magical Girls"—was forced to dodge. Though he avoided a direct hit, the bombs exploded into heart-shaped shockwaves, the heat and light searing his vision. He emerged from the dust, shielding his eyes and breaking into a cold sweat.
"D-Damn it! This magic looks like a joke, but the power is absolute insanity!!"
"Oh, you're still alive."
"OF COURSE I AM! I refuse to die to something like that! It would be too pathetic!!"
The Bael Faction Devil shouted, and for once, Masaomi and the Exorcists agreed with him. He was a High-Tier Devil of the old school, after all. However, his face was swollen to a pitiful degree, and his shouting only caused him more pain. He had definitely lost consciousness for a moment after the first punch, but his pride as an ancient Devil had forced him back onto his feet. Being "one-shotted" by a magical girl was a bridge too far for his dignity.
"Hey! What are you doing, Exorcists!? You've just been standing there! Kill these freaks already!"
"Well... killing a child and... whatever that giant is... it feels like it violates our code..."
"What do you mean 'feels like'!? That giant thing is basically a declaration of war against the entire world! Do you care about your boss's stomach or not!?"
"Th-That's...!"
Ironically, the Bael Devil was the one working the hardest to keep the mission on track. He was doing everything in his power to fix the crumbling atmosphere and rally the Exorcists to recreate the "despair" from before.
The Exorcists shared a look, their sense of purpose returning. A flashback of their leader suffering from chronic stomach pain and holing himself up with a mysterious substance called "Gel-Gel" flashed through their minds. They were here to save him. Dark resolve returned to their eyes as they tightened their grips on their weapons.
"The magic is powerful, but there are only three of them. Two are children. We have the numbers. If we take the kids hostage, the giant will have to stop. And that priest won't be able to run and leave the Belial servants behind."
"So we work together to suppress the magical girls immediately," the lead Exorcist concluded.
The Devil smirked, analyzing the battlefield. The "God of Destruction" was powerful, but protecting children and wounded Devils would make it difficult for her to fight effectively. Furthermore, the magical girls' movements were full of unnecessary flourishes. For the Exorcists, who specialized in high-speed coordinated strikes, they weren't impossible to catch.
There was a path to victory. The Devil assumed the Exorcists wouldn't try to kill the "Magical Girls" who were ostensibly uninvolved, but as professionals, they knew how to incapacitate. The Devil stepped forward, laughing aloud as he prepared to paint over their "hope" with "despair."
"Hahaha! 'Messengers of Hope'? 'Magical Girls'? Fighting for 'love' and 'justice'... there is nothing more foolish! I'll teach you the reality of the world right now!!"
The Devil's declaration set everyone in motion. Masaomi guided the Belial servants to a safe distance but couldn't leave them, his face pale with tension. Even to him, the gap in numbers was overwhelming. Could these three really turn the tide?
Then, the tense atmosphere was shattered—not by magic, but by a voice from above.
"Oh, come on. Don't say such sad things. In this world, love and justice always win. And besides... it's insulting to think only Magical Girls represent hope in this land."
A booming voice, amplified by a loudspeaker, shattered the tension. Everyone stopped. A second wave of "Catastrophe Time" had begun. A sense of weary resignation washed over the Devils, the Exorcists, and Masaomi. Now what?! their minds screamed in unison as they looked toward the sky.
"Look! Up there!"
"Is it a bird!?"
"A plane!?"
"No... it's..."
Shock rippled through the crowd. The impact of what appeared next was just as heavy as the arrival of the magical girls, easily exceeding everyone's mental capacity. Even the Bael Devil looked like he wanted to cry.
Kanata and Lavinia shared a silent look. They recognized that voice, and they knew only one person was insane enough to pull this off. Miltan, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes. "A rival has appeared," he muttered.
"HAHAHA! HEROES ALWAYS ARRIVE AT THE LAST SECOND! SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING, WORLD! BEHOLD THE OTHER MESSENGER OF HOPE, AWAKENED BY THE POWER OF LOVE AND JUSTICE!!"
Something was flying through the sky, emitting a mechanical hum and a dark aura. It was a massive steel angel, boasting a frame no smaller than the Dragon King Tannin. It was equipped with an arsenal of blades, shields, and cannons. The cockpit emitted a mysterious light, and the pure white frame was painted with vibrant red and blue highlights. It possessed a cold, heavy radiance that would set any soul on fire.
Thanks to a double-layered barrier even stronger than the one the Belial servants had set, the general public couldn't see it. But the mere fact that this thing was prowling the skies of Kuoh Town was enough to give anyone a migraine. The entity struck a heroic pose, its mechanical joints hissing.
"THE SUPER ROBOT OF LOVE, COURAGE, AND HOPE—ZAZEL-GER!! AT YOUR SERVICE!!"
Bathed in its own self-provided spotlights, the Super Robot Zazel-ger descended, destroying not just the atmosphere but the very genre of the story. Between the concept of a giant robot in a fantasy world and the naming sense, the culprit was obvious.
Kanata stared at the robot with a distant look. This grown man actually did it.
The pilot of Zazel-ger—the Governor General of the Fallen Angels, Azazel—remembered that day six months ago clearly. The potential of the "romance" his students had shown him. The free-thinking creativity that had birthed a robot from a combined Sacred Gear to fight a Dragon had been a massive stimulant to his brain. It triggered a deep, primal urge: "I want to do that too."
While the children's Sacred Gear Unison, the Ice Princess Gear Doll, had thrilled him, there was one thing Azazel couldn't accept. His students had argued against it, and while he understood their logic, he couldn't resist his own desires. He was a Fallen Angel, after all. Following his own whims and obsessions was his nature.
"Why wasn't there a Rocket Punch!? How could you leave out the most exciting part!?" he had lamented back then.
He had been jealous. He imagined his students having a grand time discussing robot designs without him. If he had been involved, he could have suggested a much more refined form and more interesting gimmicks. As a researcher and an engineer, his greed for technology was bottomless.
That frustration had fueled his motivation. He had abused his organization's resources and his own authority as Governor General to pursue the dream of building his own robot. And then, this incident provided the perfect excuse to deploy it.
"Saving a friend? I like it. Just for today, I'll stop being the 'Evil Organization Boss' and play the 'Ally of Justice.' My job is to be the safety net if things fail, but hey, it's the season. It's an adult's duty to provide Christmas presents for the kids, right?"
The information Kanata had provided about the purge of the priest and the Devil was his green light. As a backup for the children, Azazel naturally wanted to test his creation. Fighting random monsters was boring, and he couldn't exactly fire at Devils or Angels without a reason. He had been itching for a test run, and Kanata had provided the perfect target.
Azazel had spent the last six months happily building Zazel-ger, fueling his excitement with mahjong tournaments and laughing at his student's antics. This was the culmination of an engineer's obsession.
"SO TAKE THIS! THE ULTIMATE MOVE OF GIANT ROBOT ROMANCE! ROCKET PUNCH, FIREEEEEEEEE!!"
"Wait, what—!?"
The Devils and Exorcists, paralyzed by the shift from grim reality to "Magical Girls and Super Robots," could only watch as Zazel-ger raised a massive fist. Sparks flew from the joints, and dark fire erupted from the forearm. Panicked, they broke their formation and scrambled for cover.
With a deafening roar, the robot's fist slammed into the center of the park, creating a massive shockwave and a pillar of fire. The ground was gouged out, creating a crater that made the survivors' cheeks twitch. I think this is an ally, but hope is starting to feel a lot like a weapon of mass destruction, Masaomi thought. He was officially too tired to think about it anymore.
Kanata looked up at Zazel-ger. The robot stood proudly, now missing an arm. While his inner child was thrilled by the coolness of it, a bad feeling from his knowledge of the original series made him speak up.
"Um... excuse me. Your arm just exploded and flew away. What are you going to do now?"
"...Because I wanted to do a Rocket Punch."
"He really didn't think this through, did he!?" Kanata shouted.
"It's fine. I've only lost the main arm."
"You didn't 'lose' it, you blew it up! You just wanted to say the line, didn't you!?"
"Shut up. I wanted to fire a lot of them, so I brought spares."
A pitch-black magic circle appeared, and a new arm manifested. Kanata broke into a cold sweat at the "Anpanman-style" replacement system. Unlike the original story, Azazel had six months of preparation time. He had accounted for the "drawbacks" of the Rocket Punch.
In short, Zazel-ger had an infinite supply of "romance cannons." The fusion of fantasy and sci-fi had birthed a terrifying weapon. Kanata was pretty sure if they fired too many, Kuoh Town would be flattened. The Devils and Exorcists were already being traumatized by the sight of the regenerating arm.
"Wait... I just felt a really dark, ominous power from the reactor..."
"The power source converts the concentrated hatred of every lonely person watching happy couples on Christmas into explosive energy. Powerful, isn't it?"
"Milky Yellow, Milky Blue... this robot is the enemy. It just admitted its power source is pure spite."
"Don't call it spite! Regardless of the power source, we're all allies of justice here, aren't we?"
Kanata stared at the robot with deep suspicion. He knew who the pilot was, and his trust in his teacher was currently at an all-time low.
Still, the Magical Girls and the Super Robot were united. Their reason for being here—ostensibly—was to protect the love of Masaomi and Cleria. Since their goal was the same, a "Magical Girl x Super Robot" crossover was... acceptable.
"Um, Mr. Zazel-ger. I have one question."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Are you... not going to laugh? If it's you, seeing me dressed as a magical girl, I thought for sure you'd—"
"I'm not laughing."
The immediate, serious response made Kanata blink. Based on his experience with Azazel's usual behavior, he had expected to be pointed at and mocked. After all, his teacher usually lived for other people's misfortune.
But Azazel's voice was sincere. The pilot of Zazel-ger spoke as if advising his own student.
"No, it's not that I won't laugh. I can't laugh. It feels like... looking at my own past mistakes. I know the pain of having your 'Black History' scars dug up."
"…!"
"If I laughed at your scars, I'd be no different from those bastards back then. I won't mock someone for putting their heart into something, even if the world finds it funny. That's how I feel."
Azazel spoke with a distant warmth. He remembered a certain report he had written during his days in Heaven—a piece of "Black History" from his youth. Had he kept it to himself, it would have just been a mildly embarrassing memory.
But after he fell, during a clash with Michael, the Archangel had—for some reason—published that report for everyone to see. It was a collection of "The Strongest Sacred Gears I Thought Up." For a while, everyone had mockingly called him the "Governor General of the Blazing Shining Sword and Dark-or-Darkness Dragon Slaying Blade." He would never forget that shame.
While he could joke about it now, those "Dark Ages" were real to him. He could laugh at the chaos in the Underworld or Kanata's general screw-ups, but he could never laugh at a boy's "Black History" moment. They shared the same wound. Kanata, realizing the depth of Azazel's sentiment through his knowledge of the original lore, felt himself tearing up.
"I misunderstood you, Zazel-ger. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. Only those with the same scars can understand. ...So, if you ever meet someone else with those scars, make sure you're kind to them too."
"I will... I promise!"
A deep bond of teacher and student was forged in that moment.
"Anyway, are we doing this together or what?"
"Yes! We'd be honored to have you!"
Milky Blue and Milky Yellow didn't understand half of the conversation, but they nodded. Lavinia knew he was an ally, and Miltan reasoned that if Kanata—who possessed the "Milky Heart"—recognized the robot, then the robot was "Milky" too. The "Magical Girl x Super Robot Alliance" was formed.
"Alright, Milky Red. Take that long-haired priest and get to the source. Now."
"What?"
"He's right," Milky Blue added. "There's no point in all of us staying here. Leave this to us. You go with him and save her."
Kanata realized they were right. They shouldn't be wasting time fighting Exorcists and the Bael Devil. His role was to take Masaomi to Touji Shidou and save Cleria.
Kanata was the only one who knew Masaomi personally. Milky Yellow would face the Bael Devil, Zazel-ger would sow chaos among the Exorcists, and Milky Blue would protect the Belial servants and support the front line. Despite Miltan's power, he was still a novice; he needed a professional like Lavinia to watch his back.
"We'll join you once we're finished here," Milky Blue said. "Now, go!"
"Milky Yellow won't lose! Good luck! ...And please, look after the priest," Miltan added.
"I will."
"It's decided then. I'll fire another shot, so you go smash their world to pieces!!"
Zazel-ger gathered dark energy in its replacement arm, leveling it at the terrified Exorcists. Milky Yellow roared, intercepting the Bael Devil before he could teleport away. Milky Red and Milky Blue sprinted toward the servants and Masaomi.
"Masaomi! Leave this to them! We're going to save Cleria!"
"Wait... are you... are you really Ka—"
"I am Milky Red."
"…Right. Understood."
Masaomi read the room. When a magical girl reveals their identity themselves, the perception-blurring effect fades. Kanata shifted his mask just enough to show his face to Masaomi. Seeing the boy, Masaomi realized he was the architect of this entire, absurd miracle. He couldn't help but laugh.
But it was exactly what they needed. To save Cleria, they had to break the world's rules. Masaomi gripped his sword, bowed to the masked girl (Lavinia), and entrusted the wounded servants to her. Seeing her smile back, he turned and walked forward.
"I'm going. Thank you, everyone."
"Good luck, Masaomi," Luciana called out, her voice weak but firm. She closed her eyes, trusting that they would return. She prayed for the days when they could all laugh together again—a miracle that was no longer just a fairy tale.
"Let's go, Kanata! Let's save her!"
"Right!"
The magical girl in red and the man who chose love sprinted into the darkness. With their allies behind them, nothing stood in their way. All that remained was the final settlement with Touji Shidou.
"…By the way," Kanata called out as they ran. "Where exactly is she?"
"…Oh."
Masaomi stopped. In the heat of the moment, they had left without getting the location from the Exorcists. Going back to the park now would be far too embarrassing. Kanata's eyes went distant. Yep, we screwed up.
"Oh, don't worry about that. They haven't left Kuoh Town. I know generally where they are."
"That voice...!"
A third voice reached them. Kanata recognized the light, casual tone immediately. It was Mephisto Pheles, who had arrived with Azazel to provide support from the shadows.
They looked around but saw no one. "Down here," a small voice called.
They looked down to see a cute hamster with a star-shaped mark on its forehead.
"…A hamster?"
"Wait... that voice... Mephis—"
"I am the incarnation of great love—Lovestar! Every magical girl needs a mascot, doesn't she?"
"..."
They stared in silence at "Lovestar." The hamster was currently nibbling on a sunflower seed with its tiny paws.
Lovestar leaped onto Kanata's shoulder. Kanata flinched at having the head of his organization sitting on him, while Masaomi's mind retreated to a safe space.
"Um... Lovestar. Is it true you know where Cleria is?"
"Indeed. I've released several familiars throughout Kuoh Town. Touji Shidou's Holy Sword was making it hard for the weaker ones to get close, but I know they headed south and are still within the town limits."
"South, and still in town... I can narrow it down from that," Masaomi said, his focus returning.
The hamster was clearly Mephisto's familiar. Through it, he was providing information and support. Kanata wanted to pet the fluffy creature but decided that patting the head of his boss was a bad career move.
Masaomi thought for a moment. There were only a few Church-owned properties in that direction. With the word of a Magician Director—and an ancient Devil—the information was reliable.
"Wait, south of here... and still in Kuoh? That's near the place Lavinia looked into before," Kanata said.
"Milky Red?"
"Masaomi, there's somewhere I want to stop first. If we go there, I think we can find her exact location."
"Are you sure!?"
Kanata nodded. It was a surer bet than trying to beat a confession out of the Exorcists. He whispered a plan to Lovestar, who twitched his whiskers in thought before nodding.
"Very well. I'll make the arrangements. Consider it a learning experience."
"Thank you!"
With the Director's go-ahead, Kanata and Masaomi resumed their run. There would be more hurdles, but they wouldn't stop. They would break through to the world they dreamed of. With the wishes of their friends in their hearts, they launched their counterattack.
The incident in Kuoh Town—involving Devils, Fallen Angels, and the Church—was heading toward its final battle.
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