Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Interlude - Each One's Magical 'Processing'
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"Fuck..."
The Magical Futanari Leader spat out a curse.
Even knowing no one would hear her, even knowing it was utterly pointless, she couldn't help but let the words escape.
It was the only way she could hold on.
"What the actual fuck..."
She still couldn't make sense of it.
She remembered clearly taking down two Magical Girls and one guy with Magical aphrodisiacs at the start.
But then...
Her next memory was of herself in Magical handcuffs, undergoing Magical interrogation. After that, she was thrown into a Magical solitary cell.
In other words, the entire middle part was gone.
All that remained was the beginning and the end.
Or more precisely, just the end.
'What the hell happened?'
She had no recollection of how she'd slipped behind the Magical Girls.
She vaguely recalled getting some kind of help, but nothing beyond that.
And that wasn't all. Scattered gaps existed even in her more distant memories.
The missing pieces were the evidence of her Magical activities.
Why she'd moved from the observatory to Magical Only Fans.
How she'd escaped the Magical Girls.
Why a massive cock had sprouted on her lower body.
Nothing came to mind clearly. It felt like someone had yanked out her memories, chopped them up arbitrarily, and shoved them back in haphazardly.
In the midst of this inexplicable situation, the Magical Futanari Leader bowed her head and muttered the same curse again.
"Fuck..."
But there was one stark difference from before.
"I told you, didn't I? Cut down on the cursing."
An unknown someone responded to her curse.
"Wh-what?!"
Right in front of her.
"Wh-who are you?"
It was a bizarre presence.
Its face, body shape, age, gender—everything was shrouded, impossible to discern.
Yet, there was a nagging sense of familiarity.
'Why?'
Her mind didn't remember, but her instincts did—a paradoxical figure.
But something even stranger stood out.
"H-how are you even here?"
The place where the Magical Futanari Leader was confined was a Magical solitary cell.
Only a tiny handful of Magical Girls with special Magical clearance could enter, and even they required at least two Magical military police escorts.
So how had this thing gotten in?
There hadn't even been a door opening, no sign of presence until she'd spoken.
'Is this even possible?'
One inexplicable event after another.
But even more baffling words came from the figure's mouth.
"Long time no see."
"What?"
Long time no see? What did that even mean?
"Ah, right. You don't remember now."
And it saw right through the Magical anomalies riddling her mind.
The Magical Futanari Leader urgently grabbed what seemed to be the figure's shoulder.
She had so many questions.
Why she and the others were here.
What exactly had happened to them.
Why her memories were so hazy.
But what came out of her mouth wasn't a question.
"Ghk... guhk...!"
A few ragged breaths.
Her throat was gripped.
At a speed she couldn't perceive.
"Gghk...! G-guhk...!"
As the Magical Futanari Leader desperately sucked in air through her constricted Magical airway, a sinister voice echoed.
"Hey."
It was even closer now, yet its tone remained utterly unidentifiable.
She couldn't tell what had her throat. Just a vague sense of being clutched.
"What did I tell you?"
But one thing was certain.
"I explicitly said not to write down anything about our conversations or me."
The figure was pissed.
"So why the fuck did you record it in your goddamn diary?!"
The pressure on her throat intensified. The Magical Futanari Leader trembled, clawing at it.
"Guh... ck...! S-sorry... pl-please...!"
"I let you escape! Gave you info! Even gave you a dick! Fuck! I did everything!"
"M-my... fuck...!"
"And this is how you repay the favor?!"
"I... don't... know...!"
"You nearly gave them a clue because of you!!!"
Her vision flickered. Even the desperate drive to survive faded from her mind.
At that moment.
"Still, it wasn't a total loss."
The pressure on her throat vanished.
"The camcorder was sliced clean off. As far as I know, none of you bitches could cut that neatly. Right?"
She couldn't comprehend a word.
"It's deviated a lot from the original plan, but this isn't bad. No, maybe it's even better."
What was it angry about? Why bring up the Magical camcorder? What diary? What plan?
"Guess I can move the plan up a bit."
And whatever this "plan" was.
But that didn't matter. What mattered was greedily sucking air into her freed airway.
"Hahk...! Hk...! Haaahk...!"
At that instant, she heard something she could finally understand.
"So I won't kill all of you."
"Th-thank... you—"
"But."
A flat voice cut her off mid-sentence.
"I won't leave you unscathed either."
Pressure bore down on her head. It felt like a grip closing in.
A chill ran through her, and she frantically tried to pry it off.
"W-wait—!"
But before she could finish, the figure uttered a single character.
"■."
In that moment, her mind began to empty.
More like it was being devoured.
Maggots writhed inside her skull.
'No...!'
Her thoughts drowned in Magical voids.
She no longer understood why she was here or what she meant by "no."
She couldn't remember.
Couldn't even think.
Not just her life's events—basic things like walking or speaking eluded her.
Everything was consumed.
In her mind, stripped bare of even Magical scraps, only one thing remained intact: that final character from the figure.
She mumbled it endlessly.
Without grasping its meaning.
The Magical Girls were bewildered.
They'd suffered under a bizarre monster's Magical curse for ages after it took Magical hostages.
Then the reinforcements from the Magical help call freed the hostages way too easily, making their ordeal feel pointless.
The freakish monster that had given their whole group trouble was subdued by just two Magical Girls.
They'd successfully captured it and were relaxing—only for the Magical Girl (guy) from the help call to get seriously injured.
Of course, up to that point, it wasn't bad.
It had all worked out in their favor, ultimately.
But.
"All abductors, please line up by odd and even numbers to enter the Magical shower room!!!"
The uniformed lunatic Magical Girl barking at the monsters was too much.
The Magical Girls clutched their aching heads, reviewing the chaos.
While escorting the captured monsters to the Magical unit, Blue Fox—the Magical Girl from the help call—suddenly made a sweet offer.
They were short-handed, so why not let her handle the monsters' Magical processing this time?
The Magical Girls accepted gladly.
No reason to turn down help when things were tough.
They handed the monsters over to three Magical Girls for processing and were about to take custody when this happened.
Utterly bewildering.
Of course, the action itself wasn't wrong. Per Magical quarantine protocols, captured monsters had to be taken straight to the Magical shower room first.
Once their Magical cleansing was done, they'd be prepped for transport to the appropriate facility—like the Magical lab, typically.
In that sense, it was proper.
Following procedure swiftly.
But the optics were off.
"Abductors with all limbs intact, to the right! Those without, to the left!"
The rigid uniform.
The stiff, restrained dialogue.
The excessively "efficient" Magical processing.
It felt familiar.
"Um... could we know what exactly you're doing?"
"As you see, implementing the 'final solution' for the abductors' Magical processing."
"Uh..."
Every element evoked a certain nation better left unspoken.
"Th-this is the Magical shower room, right?"
"Indeed it is! However, this time we're using a special procedure unique to Magical Buddhism to extinguish the abductors' Magical delusions, so we're calling it something else!"
Taishi nodded proudly.
The Magical Girls forced relieved smiles. Even if the presentation was odd, it seemed like legitimate Magical procedure.
"I-is that so? What are you calling it?"
"The Auschwitz Extermination Camp—!"
"W-w-w-wait a second!"
The smiles didn't last.
"What's wrong? It's just named after Mount Sumeru, the center of the Magical universe, and one of the Magical Buddhist sects, Aukana!"
"N-no, it's nothing."
The latter part's "extermination" clearly meant nirvana—the absolute peace where all Magical delusions vanish.
But.
For some bizarre reason, every Magical Girl thought the same thing.
One Hangul consonant must be off.
So one muttered under her breath without thinking.
"Uh... not 'nirvana' but..."
...extermination, right?
At that moment, the Magical shower room door cracked open. Sora's voice poured out amid the steam.
"Taishi, hurry up!"
Steam? No—thick smoke billowed out.
"Uh..."
The Magical Girls flinched.
It was unmistakably Magical cigarette smoke. They'd seen it plenty before.
Yeah.
Magical indoor smoking.
The kind trash did.
They should fling the door open, confirm it, and punish per regulations.
They had to punish...
"......"
Yet no one dared suggest checking. The idea of opening the door never even crossed their minds.
It had to be Magical cigarette smoke, but that creeping haze felt less like mere smoke and more like...
A certain "gas."
One extremely "efficient" and "effective" for processing monsters.
The ultimate "final solution" in every sense.
"We'll send them in shortly. Just need to etch the Magical serial numbers on their forearms."
"Got it, Taishi."
The Magical Girls exchanged panicked glances at Taishi's nonchalant words.
What now?
Open that door?
Their decision was swift.
"W-we'll come back later! Just... wrap it up appropriately!"
Their retreat was even swifter.
Something about it felt too daunting, instinctively repulsive even to approach.
Magical handover?
Forgotten for now.
They'd come back once it was fully done. Or maybe not at all—they seriously considered it.
So they turned tail and fled, shedding all sense of Magical duty.
"Don't worry."
Taishi beamed innocently at the rapidly departing Magical Girls.
"This girl will 'select' them most appropriately."
It was a smile perfectly suited to "nirvana."