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She dashed down the steep metal staircase at the side of the stage and leapt into the chaos of the backstage area.
“Senior… Senior Goria…”
The image of that scorched, torn hole in her chest sent a suffocating pain through Su Yuan.
That level of “holy purification” power was, for a succubus who dwelt in shadows, no different from having molten lava poured into her veins.
Every second, the corrosion continued—pain enough to shatter even the strongest will.
The trail of energy led her through a corridor cluttered with backup instruments and finally stopped before a half-closed door.
The nameplate on the door hung askew, barely legible: “Lead Performer’s Dressing Room.”
Here, that faint wisp of energy seemed to have been snipped by invisible scissors, vanishing without a trace.
The hallway outside the dressing room lay deathly still.
Scattered across the floor were shattered powder compacts, broken false eyelashes, glittering stage accessories, and a few hastily abandoned jackets.
Clearly, both staff and audience had already been swiftly cleared out by Security Bureau personnel arriving on the scene.
“S-Senior?”
Su Yuan pushed open the dressing room door cautiously, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Senior Goria?
Are you in there?”
No response.
Only the rows of closed cubicle doors inside the dressing room, and the tall wardrobes lined against the wall, silently watching her.
A chill crept up her spine.
It wasn’t just the disorientation of losing her target.
There was also… a prickling sensation of being watched.
She whipped her head around.
Behind her, the empty corridor held only distant, muffled sounds.
But—just a moment ago, she could have sworn she heard an extremely faint rustle?
Was it a Security Bureau search team?
Or some unfortunate human stranded here by chance?
Her heart clenched.
Either scenario meant enormous trouble if she were discovered.
Instinctively, Su Yuan made her choice.
She slipped into the dressing room, gently pulling the door shut behind her, and swept the room with her gaze.
Right—she could hide in a wardrobe!
Like a startled rabbit, she darted over, pulled open a cabinet door, and squeezed inside without hesitation.
The space was cramped.
She curled up, clamping a hand over her mouth and nose, slowing her breath to a near standstill.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
They were coming.
Clear, steady footsteps—with a metallic ring to the heels striking the floor—approached from the distance, unhurried, heading straight for the dressing room.
Su Yuan’s blood nearly froze.
Through the narrow crack, she stared fixedly at the doorway.
A tall, slender silhouette stopped outside the dressing room.
Tea-brown hair flowed with a cold sheen.
The pristine white battle attire stood in stark contrast to the surrounding disarray.
It was Bai Shimo.
Why was she here?!
Wasn’t she supposed to be pursuing the severely wounded Senior Goria?
Could it be… that Senior had already been…
No.
That wasn’t right.
Su Yuan forced herself to stay calm.
Judging by Bai Shimo’s expression, she was clearly still searching for something.
Her gaze swept like a scanner, starting from the doorway and examining every inch of the dressing room.
Then, she stepped inside.
The sapphire at the tip of her staff glowed faintly, illuminating her pale features—and revealing an expression Su Yuan had never seen on “Bai Shimo” before.
Not the polite gentleness from school.
Not the solemn intensity of battle.
It was impatience.
Bai Shimo strode to the first cubicle and yanked the door open with a loud scrape.
Empty.
The second.
Empty.
The third…
Her movements were crisp, even a little rough—a far cry from the well-mannered honor student she appeared to be in daily life.
With each empty door she opened, the impatience in her brow seemed to deepen.
Su Yuan shrank in the darkness of the wardrobe, not daring to let even her fingertips tremble.
She could hear her own heart pounding wildly in her chest, blood rushing to her head.
She prayed—prayed that this row of wardrobes would be overlooked, that the other woman was just conducting a routine check and would leave soon…
Finally, Bai Shimo finished checking all the cubicles.
She paused.
Her gaze slowly shifted to the row of wardrobes along the wall.
Su Yuan’s breath stopped entirely.
Bai Shimo’s eyes swept across each cabinet door.
And stopped—at the one where Su Yuan was hiding.
Through the crack, Su Yuan could see that slender body wrapped in battle attire as pure as fresh snow.
Bai Shimo stood there, silently, less than half a meter from the door.
Time seemed to freeze.
Then, Bai Shimo narrowed her eyes slightly.
“Stop hiding.”
A voice rang out softly, piercing Su Yuan’s ears like ice.
“I know you’re in there.”
Su Yuan’s muscles locked up, her mind a blank.
Move?
Or not move?
There was no time to weigh her options.
The next second, Bai Shimo swung her staff—the sapphire flared.
“BANG——!!!”
The explosion reverberated through the sealed dressing room!
The solid wood wardrobe Su Yuan was hiding in—along with the heavy clothes hanging inside—shattered in a single blast!
Wood splinters, fabric scraps, and glittering dust exploded everywhere, raining down on her!
“Ah!”
Caught off guard, Su Yuan was thrown backward by the shockwave and the splintering planks.
She tumbled inelegantly out of the wardrobe’s wreckage, landing hard on the cold floor in a fit of coughing.
“W-Wait!”
She looked up in panic at the white figure standing amid the swirling dust and debris.
“Miss Magical Girl!
I-I’m just an ordinary audience member who didn’t get out in time!
Please, let me go!”
There was still a chance!
Right now, she was “Nana”!
An outwardly human girl—as long as she kept calm and concealed the last traces of her succubus aura…
Her thoughts churned chaotically as she struggled to stand, trying to adopt the posture of a harmless victim.
But Bai Shimo was faster.
Before Su Yuan’s words had even fully landed, Bai Shimo had already crossed the debris-strewn floor in one step, closing in on her.
That face—so gentle and sweet in everyday life—was now inches away, her gaze so sharp it seemed to dissect Su Yuan from the outside in.
“Ordinary human?
You’re still going to act with me?”
“I… I’m not…”
Su Yuan tried to protest, tried to back away—but the cold wall was right behind her.
Bai Shimo gave her no chance.
She reached out abruptly and seized Su Yuan’s slender wrist!
“Ngh!”
Su Yuan cried out in pain—then her entire body was slammed against the wall with irresistible force!
Her back hit the hard concrete with a dull thud, black spots dancing before her eyes.
The cold wall pressed against her spine.
But even colder was the suffocating pressure of Bai Shimo, now inches away.
That beautiful, ice-cold face leaned down, tea-brown strands nearly brushing Su Yuan’s cheek.
Bai Shimo loomed over her, gazing down.
In the depths of those amber eyes churned emotions so complex and intense that Su Yuan could not begin to decipher them.
Her warm breath ghosted across Su Yuan’s forehead.
Her voice carried the weight of three winters, each word hammering against Su Yuan’s frayed nerves:
“I’ve been looking for you… for so long.”
“My dear—”
“Succubus.”
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