Chapter 31: Who Can Be a Magical Girl Without Money?
The evening wind swept by, like an invisible and razor-sharp dagger, slicing greedily through the feathers, sleeves, and collar, piercing into that pure, white flesh. On the rooftop of the…
The evening wind swept by, like an invisible and razor-sharp dagger, slicing greedily through the feathers, sleeves, and collar, piercing into that pure, white flesh. On the rooftop of the…