Secret Magical Lovers: Yandere Isekai Novel

Tsumi stood atop a mound of rubble, the remnants of what had once been an abandoned factory. Now, it was nothing more than a wasteland—scattered debris, shattered concrete, and twisted metal stretching across the landscape. The ground was torn apart, scarred from the destruction, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and burnt material.

But this wasn't a battle. No, "battle" wasn't the right word. That would imply a struggle, an actual fight between two forces. This? This was nothing more than pest control.

That's all it ever was.

The job of a magical girl was simple—eliminate the pests known as monsters, creatures stubborn enough to keep forcing their way into this world.

Why couldn't they understand? No matter how many times they tried, they would never succeed. Whatever their goal was—if they even had one—was meaningless. Not that she cared.

With a cold, emotionless expression, her eyes swept over the scene. Near-lifeless bodies lay scattered across the ruined ground, their grotesque forms twitching weakly, barely clinging to whatever existence they had left.

They were massive, towering creatures standing on two legs, their muscular frames protected by black, otherworldly armor that shimmered in the dim light. But their armor was cracked and broken, gaping wounds exposing patches of blue flesh underneath. Thick, black blood oozed from their injuries, seeping into the dirt beneath them. Some still gasped, their bodies convulsing, struggling in vain against the inevitable. Others lay motionless, their lifeless eyes staring at nothing.

Tsumi sighed, gripping her weapon tightly. A golden lance rested in her hands, its spiraled blade gleaming, untouched by the filth around her. The handle was black, lined with silver stripes, fitting perfectly in her grasp. With a slight movement, she pointed its sharp tip at the broken creatures before her.

"I don't understand why the higher ranks of your kind keep sending weaklings like you," she muttered, her voice as dull and lifeless as the bodies beneath her. There was no anger, no satisfaction—just indifference. "Especially a bunch of Nigreus Sanguis Effluens…"

She stared down at them, watching their bodies grow still.

They would keep coming.

And she would keep exterminating them.

"You know, this is getting quite boring," Tsumi muttered, her voice calm yet tinged with disappointment. She barely spared a glance at the monsters before pointing her lance toward the spatial crack still hanging open in the air. More creatures were emerging from its swirling darkness, their grotesque forms pushing through the rift, desperate to invade this world.

She sighed. "Time to close that hole."

The tip of her lance began to glow, radiating an intense, pure white light. In the blink of an eye, a beam of energy erupted from the weapon, cutting through the air like a blade. The beam struck the crack directly, shattering it instantly. The distortion collapsed in on itself, sealing the rift with a deafening boom. But the destruction didn't stop there. The beam carved through everything in its path—monsters, debris, the very ground itself—leaving behind a deep, smoldering trench where creatures had once stood. A few stray bursts of energy veered off-course, obliterating whatever remained in random spots across the battlefield.

Tsumi slowly lowered her lance, tapping the ground lightly with its tip as she surveyed the aftermath. The few monsters that had survived stood frozen, their dark, gleaming armor cracked, their bodies trembling from exhaustion and fear.

"Well, there go your reinforcements," she said, almost casually. "Not that it matters. After all, you Nigreus should have accepted by now that you're nothing more than expendable. Just like any other low-ranked Engage-class monster."

The creatures let out guttural, agonized growls. But that was all they could do. Their bodies were too battered, their injuries too severe. Some barely managed to stand, swaying unsteadily, while others remained slumped on the ground, their limbs refusing to obey them.

Tsumi tilted her head slightly. "Just lay down. I'll end this quickly."

She raised her free hand, and in an instant, a magic circle flickered into existence above her palm. The intricate formation pulsed with power—a pentagon enclosed within a larger circle, with another smaller circle at its center. Within the core of the design, a glowing M symbol shone brightly, its light illuminating the battlefield in a ghostly glow.

But then, just as suddenly as she had summoned it, the magic circle vanished.

Her lips curled into a faint, almost amused smile. "No… you're not even worth the effort," she said dismissively. "If I killed all of you with this, it might give you the false satisfaction of thinking you at least forced me to put in some effort." She paused, her expression unreadable. Then, in a whisper, she added, "I'll end this with just a snap of my fingers."

She raised her hand and snapped.

The sound echoed through the ruined landscape.

In an instant, the monsters' bodies erupted. Their forms shattered into countless fragments—flesh, armor, and thick, black blood splattering in all directions. Their remains, however, did not linger. As quickly as they had been destroyed, they began to dissolve, fading into nothingness, erased from existence.

Tsumi, untouched by the carnage, stood in the center of the devastation, her gaze impassive. A translucent magic barrier shimmered faintly around her, shielding her from the mess. After all, she couldn't let something so insignificant ruin her magical girl attire.

Her outfit was an elegant yet deceptively simple ensemble. A frilly, layered skirt paired with a fitted blouse, the fabric delicately woven with subtle patterns. A striking blue gem was fastened to a sleek belt around her waist, adding a refined touch to the ensemble. Her white pumps, complemented by matching stockings, completed her graceful yet commanding appearance.

With the last traces of the creatures fading into the void, Tsumi exhaled softly.

Another mission complete.

Another extermination done.

All that remained was to fix the devastation left behind. But before that, Tsumi had one more thing to take care of.

She exhaled softly, then turned her head slightly. Her voice was calm, yet carried an unmistakable sharpness.

"How long are you planning to hide in that pocket dimension?"

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a hand began to materialize out of thin air. Slowly, the rest of the figure followed—first an arm, then a shoulder, and finally, an entire person stepped out from the void, as if peeling away from the fabric of reality itself.

The newcomer was a girl with sleek brown hair, neatly cut in a traditional hime style. Her attire was eerily similar to Tsumi's, though where Tsumi's outfit was pristine white, hers was deep black. Unlike the elegant blue gem that adorned Tsumi's belt, this girl's outfit had a more subdued design, decorated with dark fabric roses in place of buttons, giving her an air of quiet sophistication.

Tsumi turned fully to face her, crossing her arms. Her expression remained unimpressed.

"What brings you here, Mari?" she asked, her tone flat, devoid of interest.

Mari sighed as she floated forward, her dark eyes narrowing slightly. "I can't believe you still sensed me, even after I layered my pocket dimension with sixteen different space-time distortions..." Her voice carried a mix of frustration and reluctant admiration. "I was hoping it would fool you."

Tsumi remained unfazed, watching Mari's approach with mild disinterest.

"You still haven't answered my question," she said, her tone calm but firm. "Why are you here?"

Mari floated a little closer, her gaze steady. "Well, I came here to ask about that Ezakiel guy."

Tsumi tilted her head slightly, her expression unchanged.

Oh, him? What does she want to know about him? she wondered before responding in her usual flat tone. "Yes. What about him?"

Mari crossed her arms. "I want to know the guy who made you so upset that you decided to raise your voice against the headmistress and principal for expelling him."

Tsumi scoffed lightly, as if brushing off the claim. "And why wouldn't I be? He was somewhat interesting."

Mari narrowed her eyes slightly. "That's what you told them," she said, her voice laced with curiosity. "But I want to know the real reason."

Tsumi remained silent, her expression unreadable.

Mari took a step forward. "Him being indifferent toward you might've caught your attention—I can understand that. You're emotionless to a certain extent, so someone like him standing out would naturally pique your curiosity." She paused, her voice turning more pointed. "But there's more to it than that, isn't there?"

Her gaze locked onto Tsumi's.

"I know you very well, Tsumi," she said firmly. "So tell me—what are you actually hiding about him?"

Tsumi sighed. There was no way to hide it from Mari.

"You see," she began, her voice carrying a hint of reluctance, "after our little encounter, I decided to do a quick check on him by looking through the school records." She paused, her gaze drifting slightly as she recalled what she had found. "According to the files, that guy was always quiet and calm—mostly an introvert. Never caused trouble, never stood out too much."

She exhaled, tightening her grip on her lance. "But the way he treated me… and then, you know, broke a guy's jaw… beat people nearly to death… It was completely out of character."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she searched for the right words. "One day, all of a sudden, it's like… What was that word again?" She trailed off for a moment, tapping a finger against her arm.

Then, she frowned slightly.

"Ah, right. Snapped."