"I'm sorry."
Xiaohongmao said softly, her voice devoid of any regret.
"Forget it, let's go."
Magical Girl Ash replied curtly, shrugging her slender shoulders.
If it were anyone else, she would have lost her temper long ago, but for some reason, despite Xiaohongmao's constant lies—insignificant, strange lies like claiming they were classmates or that she had a Magic Girl grandmother—Ash simply couldn't get angry with her. She always felt a peculiar sense of kinship towards her.
"I'll take you."
She said, taking Xiaohongmao's hand with one hand and lifting Cinderella with the other, its shaft blooming like a gray rose, ripples spreading outward.
Under the influence of the magic ripples, the bodies of the two Magic Girls gradually rose towards the sky. The sunlight bathed their clear silhouettes until they disappeared beyond the clouds.
