As soon as the words were spoken, twenty Magic Girls raised their magic power-infused blades neatly, pressing them against their pallid necks.
Ash's mouth opened slightly, but before she could utter a word, the blades before her eyes swung down like guillotine blades.
Amidst the flickering firelight, blood was spurting wildly from the severed necks of the twenty.
In her eyes, the heads of the girls gracefully fell to the ground, like apricots tumbling one after another from the tree in early autumn, making thudding sounds.
The girl in the Gothic dress froze on the spot, her vision completely engulfed by the ferocious crimson. Blood flowed like a river, flooding the yellowed altar.
"Do you know why they died?" the demon before her asked.
"...Why?"
Her lips quivered slightly.
"Because of you, these innocent souls died so innocently, such a pity, such a pity."
