As Koizumi Akako watched the increasingly intense aura of "departure" emanating from Hanyu Kusunoki, and the almost tangible sorrow permeating the air, alarm bells rang in her mind.
An unprecedented panic gripped her.
She shook his shoulders violently, her voice rising, even carrying a hint of fear she herself wasn't aware of: "Yusuke Nanami! Did you hear me! Wake up! Don't get caught up in this emotion! It's dangerous!"
However, it seems that Kusunoki Hanyu has sunk into the deep sea of another dimension.
He didn't respond to her calls or shaking, but the feeling of loneliness and alienation around him, as if he was about to turn into light and disappear at any moment, completely separated from the world, grew stronger and stronger, making people's hearts pound.
The crows on the roof have gone completely mad.
They slammed against the walls and ceiling like headless flies, feathers flying everywhere, their screams piercing the air.
Just as Koizumi Akako was frantic and almost recklessly tried to use some extremely dangerous, potentially soul-damaging, forced awakening magic—
A weak, somewhat hesitant and obsequious voice came from an old magic mirror half-covered by a cloth in the corner of the studio:
"Th-that...the supreme Lord Akako..."
Koizumi Akako abruptly turned her head and glared at the talkative mirror: "Shut up! Can't you see I don't have time for you right now!"
She fixed the broken mirror once again.
The magic mirror rippled with fright, but it still braced itself and spoke as fast as it could: "Lord Akako, please calm down. I only wish to help. Lord Yuusuke's current condition is due to an unknown cause triggering a deep-seated grief, causing his soul to exhibit a tendency to 'separate.' Ordinary methods cannot awaken him; he needs a powerful 'anchor' that can pull him back to reality..."
"Anchor point? What anchor point? How exactly do you do it? Speak plainly!"
Koizumi Akako pressed for answers, no longer bothering to scold it.
Even a dead horse can be tried.
The Magic Mirror's voice became somewhat...strange and hesitant: "Uh...this...according to ancient records and some...um...romantic legends...generally speaking, at times like these, what's needed is...an intimate contact...full of life's passion and a sense of connection...as an anchor..."
It paused, and then the mirror suddenly lit up:
"In short, it's about kissing him! Use your magical kiss to pull him back from that damned emotional abyss, like the prince kissing Sleeping Beauty awake in a fairy tale, although the roles seem reversed..."
"Kiss her?!"
Koizumi Akako's eyes widened instantly. She pointed at Hanyu Nanasu, then at herself, "You want me... me to kiss him?! What kind of cosmic joke is this? I am the noble, pure, future ruler... oops, the leader of the magical world, Lady Akako! How could I possibly... forcibly kiss a man?"
The magic mirror quickly interrupted her, speaking rapidly, afraid that if she spoke too slowly she would be silenced again by the enraged witch: "Lady Hongzi, the situation is urgent! If we delay any longer, it might really be too late. And...and think about it, last time he forcibly kissed you, this time you forcibly kissed him back, doesn't that even things out? In a sense...you've even gained! The other party is...is the most charming person in the world!"
Koizumi Akako: "???"
What kind of logic is this?
Did she win by forcibly kissing him?
That's so lame!
But... seeing Hanyu Nanami's increasingly unstable state, as if she might shatter and dissipate at any moment, and feeling the chilling, subtle distortions and fluctuations in the surrounding space, the witch's intuition told her...
The word "mirror" may be crude, but the underlying principle is likely sound...
The magic mirror was still weakly urging:
"Lord Hongzi, hurry! There's no time to hesitate. If you don't make your move now... no, I mean, if you don't act now, it will really be too late. Think of the future of Crimson Magic, think of the heavy responsibility of your thousand-year legacy. You need him!"
Koizumi Akako stared at Yuzuru's profile, which appeared incredibly fragile, distant yet still breathtakingly handsome. She gritted her teeth, a resolute glint flashing in her crimson eyes.
"Damn it... It's all for the continuation of magical research... to prevent the thousand-year-old legacy of Red Magic from dying out in my hands... It's nothing else..."
She found herself a plausible and impeccable reason, then suddenly closed her eyes, as if heading to the execution ground, and with a determined heart, she kissed Yuzuru's lips fiercely, recklessly, and without any skill!
It was less of a kiss and more of a facial collision.
Inevitably, their teeth bumped against each other's lips, causing a slight sting and a metallic taste.
But at the very moment the four lips touched—
A warm, powerful, and vibrant magic, like the purest flame, was forcibly injected into the cold, disintegrating depths of Yuzuru Hanyu's consciousness through this clumsy contact.
The Witch's Kiss.
In particular, the kiss of the Red Magic Heir contains powerful forces of contract, connection, and awakening.
This sudden, resolute touch, tinged with pain and the girl's shame and indignation, was like a powerful holy light piercing through endless darkness and mist, instantly awakening the god who was immersed in endless sorrow and loneliness.
Yuzuru's long eyelashes trembled violently.
The deep sorrow and loneliness in his eyes slowly receded like the tide, his focus returned, and his spirits were restored.
He saw Koizumi Akako's pretty face, so close to his, with her eyes tightly closed, her eyelashes trembling nervously like butterfly wings, and even the tip of her delicate nose blushing with embarrassment.
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