Agung, now empowered and affirmed by his Persona, felt a surge of strategic clarity. He recognized that Lady XIII wasn't just a presence; she was his Death Arcana, his partner in change and transition. And the problem of Kyubey was a perfect target.
He stepped back toward the counter, looking directly at Lady XIII, who was still leaning nearby. Igor remained placidly enjoying his curry.
"Lady XIII, I have just the project for you," Agung stated, his voice now devoid of hesitation. "Since you are the Arcana of inevitable change and transformation, and I am the Arcana of forced clarity, we have the perfect team to dismantle a cosmic fraud."
Agung then proceeded to detail the entire, horrifying reality of the Puella Magi Madoka Magica universe, laying out the narrative with concise, emotional precision, using the insights granted by his otaku knowledge and his new Persona.
"The enemy is not a Witch; the enemy is a contractor known as Kyubey," Agung explained. "It is a cosmic entity, an Incubator, that has zero empathy. It doesn't use the girls for evil; it uses them for energy harvesting."
He continued, his voice hardening: "It grants a wish in exchange for turning the girl's soul into a Soul Gem, effectively making them batteries who fuel their own doom. When they fall into despair, they don't die—they transform into the very creatures they fight, becoming Witches. Kyubey harvests the enormous burst of energy from that transformation."
Agung gestured emphatically. "This isn't about good versus evil; it's about a sentient parasitic system. It's a closed-loop farm that relies on the lie of 'heroism' to maintain its energy supply. It is a cosmic machine built on the despair of little girls."
He looked at the Djin, a wide, challenging grin stretching across his face. The grin wasn't malicious, but deeply determined. He was presenting a puzzle worthy of the Death Arcana.
"The Star's Chef can cure the despair and expose the lie, but Death can disrupt the cycle itself. We can't kill Kyubey, because its existence is fundamental to the magic. But we can make its entire system catastrophically inefficient."
Agung leaned onto the counter, his inner Fool and outer Chef aligned perfectly.
"Let's torture that fox, Lady XIII. That damnably unemotional fox that has a hobby of torturing little girls. We won't kill it; we'll ruin its business model."
Lady XIII's silver eyes fixed on him, and the chilling cold emanating from her seemed to intensify, but this time, it felt less like warning and more like excitement. Her lip curled into a genuinely wicked, approving smile.
"A system of cosmic predation built on lies and despair," she purred, her finger tracing the Roman numerals on her thigh. "A cycle that demands transition, but prevents true change. Ruin its business model, you say? That is a project worthy of the Death Arcana, Fool."
She gave a slow, deliberate nod. "Consider the contract accepted. Let us devise a culinary method to spoil the meat in the freezer, so to speak."