Ye Xingling glanced at the boy, took out the pitch-black timed bomb from her backpack, closed her eyes, and began to dissolve the magic power within the Magic Circuit. As for why she was so skilled at it… it could only be said that practice makes perfect.
The high school terrorist warily watched the magical girl beside him. This ice-blue magical girl seemed to pay him no attention at all, closing her eyes without a care in the world. He had no idea what she was doing.
‘At this moment… should he run?’
He hesitated inwardly. Just as he was about to make a choice, a cold wind blew in his face, making him shiver. Only then did he notice that the surrounding air had inexplicably become very cold.
The reason must be this magical girl. So that was it—she wasn’t worried about him escaping at all.
‘Let’s see how much longer you can keep this up. A few more blocks and you’ll meet the boss…’
The boy watched the magical girl, who was doing something unknown. Before he could think of any plan, she opened her eyes. Her deep gaze made him uneasy. After a standoff, she shook her head, signaling him to find the next timed bomb.
Actually, Ye Xingling hadn’t meant to act cool. As for the reason, she was a bit embarrassed to say. Essentially, she had absorbed too much magic power at once, and her body couldn’t handle it. After finishing, her consciousness was dazed for a moment before she came to.
The next timed bomb was inside the building, right among the students and teachers lying flat in the hall. Ye Xingling awkwardly followed the terrorist boy through them. The feeling of being watched by everyone made her uncomfortable.
Of course, it wasn’t the low-level reason of her battle skirt exposing anything—the bottom of a magical girl’s skirt naturally had protection from the Holy Light of Magic. Unless a magical girl was beaten to her knees, her magic power depleted, and her outfit dispelled, no one could probe its mysteries.
“You! What kind of deal did you strike with those terrorists?!”
While Ye Xingling endured the discomfort and followed the terrorist to find the backpack stored in the corner, one of the male students said indignantly.
“Me?”
Ye Xingling was taken aback for a moment, pointing a finger at her own nose.
Me? Cooperating with terrorists? Not to mention anything else, didn’t you see me beating up their people?
“I’m here to deal with these bombs.”
Ye Xingling turned her head away, trying to avoid the eyes of her former classmates and teachers—eyes filled with strangeness and chaotic emotions. She opened the backpack and took out the timed bomb inside. Then she closed her eyes.
But even though she couldn’t see anything, that creepy feeling still prevented her from calming down enough to sense the Magic Circuit inside. Even though she had done this three times already, she was still only a newly promoted Light-Containing Level magical girl. From combat power to mentality to proficiency in magic control, she was completely inferior to the experienced seniors.
‘Seniors… did they ever go through times like this?
‘When they experienced such things, what did they do, what did they think?
‘Did they also dare not do anything, dare not think anything, like me?’
She didn’t dare continue, afraid that she might accidentally activate the timed bomb and personally cause a tragedy. She didn’t dare continue thinking about how the classmates she desperately wanted to save suddenly looked at her with strange, suspicious, and even fearful eyes.
Or perhaps it was only today that she realized she didn’t understand her brother at all—the brother she lived with day after day? Or maybe, in this operation of the Human Alliance, there really was no way out left for the half-blood elves? Did they kidnap the entire school just to survive?
Ye Xingling shook her head internally. This matter was beyond her control and had little to do with her. Even though she had two identity codes—one from her brother and one from Senior Qiluo—she could only help a specific person. She wasn’t a hot-headed fool who charged in without thinking. Even now, she had been on guard against the leader of these terrorists.
‘But… Brother definitely doesn’t know I’m a magical girl. Yet he gave me an identity code… Is there some connection between these things?’
A faint glimmer of understanding appeared in Ye Xingling’s heart. Ye Xingling’s cold magic power tentatively touched the Magic Circuit inside the bomb. To her surprise, the magic power didn’t seem to reject her as much anymore?
This joy made her temporarily forget the somewhat cruel reality for a sixteen-year-old girl. Soon, she dissolved the fire-attribute magic power inside and successfully defused this timed bomb.
“Success!”
Ye Xingling happily tossed the bomb in her hand. The crimson countdown suddenly seemed cute.
“Hehehe, magical girl, you really have some skill.”
Before she could happily show the defused bomb to her classmates and tell them to relax—that she would do her best to keep them safe—the voice she had been guarding against came from above them, on the second floor. Ye Xingling looked up, gazing at the person speaking with her from the second floor balcony. He looked no different from the ordinary student terrorists: the same casual clothes and a black hood. But his aura gave her the feeling that he was no ordinary student.
Maybe he had some superpower users backing him. And superpower users above the Light-Containing Level were definitely not rare. To organize such a terrorist attack, his strength was probably considerable.
“Little girl, why are you looking at me like that? Do you think we’re psychopaths who want to harm society? If the Human Alliance hadn’t pushed us into a corner, who wouldn’t want to live a normal life?”
Ye Xingling didn’t know what his trump card was, but he could still speak calmly in the face of danger. However, compared to his previous arrogant attitude, he probably really felt that the situation was getting out of control. Ye Xingling was silent.
For such an accusation, a little girl who usually could only argue and bicker with her brother—how could she possibly say something profoundly philosophical that would precisely dismantle his verbal trap?
“How boring. You’ve given up on speaking too? Then how about this: come over and be my hostage. I’ll demand that your seniors and the Human Alliance let us half-elves go, even if it’s just exile. I’ll destroy these bombs and guarantee everyone else’s safety. How about it?”
As soon as he said this, the teachers and students lying prostrate on the ground like sickly seedlings had hope shining in their eyes. People looked with expectant eyes, hoping a magical girl would walk toward the execution ground.
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