Alsuhariya laughed and patted me on the shoulder.
“You’re probably the only human in this world who can take in my magical operators. It means that I die when you die. The same fate binds us together! Isn’t that wonderful?! We’re best friends and partners! Now, join me in my chant. We’re going to destroy yuri girls—”
“Don’t touch me, you piece of trash!!”
My elbow sank into Alsuhariya’s face, and it caved in, and I continued to deliver a barrage of blows into her hateful face.
“I’m just kidding. I know everything that’s going through your mind. You want so badly to protect yuri girls that you’d choose to die and take me with you. That idea doesn’t match my beliefs, but for your sake, my dear hero, I’ll do you a favor. You want the people around you to realize that you’re actually alive while also making Sakura Tsukiori and the others like you less so they can go back to living the way they had before. Right?”
I stopped in my tracks as I worked on continuing direct acts of destruction with my elbows.
“Then leave it to me. I’m a professional at destroying love. I’ll show you that I can turn their love for you into zero in no time.”
“…Don’t you understand what you’ve done?”
I slapped away her outstretched hand.
“I would rather ignore the opening color cover of a Princess Yuri manga than work with an ugly, hideous being like you.”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying, but I can understand how you feel. But until now, I’d been under the influence of the demon god and could only express my interest in human beings in a way that was far from human morals. In a sense, I’m also a victim, and this devotion I’m showing you is my atonement.”
“Some atonement. Do you honestly think I’m going to take you at your word and nod with a stupid look on my face?”
“Then you can just give it a try. You understand that I can’t do much in my current condition, don’t you? All you have to do if I stray from the path is correct it.”
“You’re a piece of trash that knows nothing about human morals. Are you trying to act like a kid, begging me to teach you—?”
“By the way, I’ve had a hundred percent success rate in breaking up couples.”
“A-Alsuhariya…?”
A halo shone from behind Alsuhariya as she nodded.
“…Is this really okay?”
After several minutes, I was wearing a white mask adorned with a floral yuri—lily—design.
Wearing a pure-white mask and a dark-brown robe, I was the very picture of a being that haunted people in early spring. The Masamune Kuki hanging from my waist was disguised with a cover, and it would appear to be nothing more than a cheap, mass-produced item.
“Don’t question me when you’re in a position to have me teach you. Trust me. I’m your teacher,” Alsuhariya said confidently as she sat on a garbage can in a back alley.
“Now, what is your name?”
“Hiiro Sanjo—”
“Wrong. I’m asking what your name is when you’re wearing that mask.”
“…Mysterious White Yuri Mask V3.”
I sighed behind my mask.
“What do you mean, V3? Couldn’t you come up with a better name than that? Where did the three Vs come from?”
“The V stands for Version. My gray brain cells have already advanced to the third stage of my White Yuri Mask Project. It may be incomprehensible to a fool like you, but intelligent humans often consider their plans in phases. Understand?”
“Yeah!!”
I released my water arrow, and—
“Okay!”
She grinned as it pierced her forehead.
“Now, let’s finalize our plan. How’s the radio reception? Try calling Sylphiel.”
“Hello? This is Hiiro Sanjo. I think an orchestra club is a sacred place for yuri girls.”
“Sylphiel Diabloto here. Reception is fine. No problems except in understanding the last part of what you just said.”
I saw a blue metal body.
A Greater Demon…was driving a Lamborghini Aventador 780-4 Ultimae Roadster. Sylphiel Diabloto sat in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel as she placed her hand on her chest to indicate her submission.
“Wallachia Tsepesh, ready to go! Cute as always!”
Wallachia Tsepesh, Princess of the Evening of Silence, straddled a bright-red Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R and blew a kiss this way.
“Heine Skullface, boarding complete.”
Heine Skullface, the King of the Deadly Darkness, rang the bell on her thirty-dollar bicycle.
“I’m perfect if I do say so myself.”
“Wait just a minute. Don’t try to proceed without receiving a single word of abuse after making such an obvious search for errors.”
I pointed to the chirpy and noisy girl on the bicycle.
“First, a supercar comes, then a superbike. So why are you here on a plain, everyday Japanese bicycle? You’re acting like you’re all from the same class, but yours looks like a bike that a mom would ride to the supermarket.”
“I can’t help it. I bought a supercar and a superbike to prepare for this plan, and at that point, my budget ran out. We didn’t have a choice.”
“Don’t make a dumb mistake like that! We definitely don’t need a supercar or superbike for this plan! You’re setting an example for failures!”
I turned my gaze to the King of the Deadly Darkness.
“Look at her! That sad face! The King of the Deadly Darkness is riding a bicycle alongside other homemakers in the area, ringing her bell! Don’t hurt her pride for a mere thirty bucks! That two-wheeler wasn’t created to do that!”
“……” Whoosh! Whoosh!
“See?! You bought that outdated bike on sale, and its bell has already broken, and she can’t even ring it!”
Heine Skullface, with her gray hair, kept ringing the bell that had stopped ringing.
“Hey, cut it out. You’re the one who wanted to take care of this problem at once. The plan is to get in a supercar and crash into the Sanjo home, resolve the reunion with the Rei Sanjo issue, then head over to the Japan branch of the demonic religion on that superbike and do something about the reunion with Sakura Tsukiori and the Astemir challenge, and finally crash into Alfheim on the bicycle and resolve the Lapis Clouet la Lumet-has-become-a-recluse problem… So what’s there to gripe about?”
“Have you ever considered how a princess would feel if a pervert on a bicycle came to rescue her instead of a knight on a white horse? It would destroy Lapis’s dreams. Be happy destroying Heine’s pride and stop there.”
“Oh brother.” Alsuhariya sighed and shrugged. “Listen up. The success of this White Yuri Mask Project depends on whether Mysterious White Yuri Mask V3, the role you’ll be playing, can resolve everything in a short period. You’re going to save Rei Sanjo, show your strength to Sakura Tsukiori and Astemir, and dashingly kidnap Lapis Clouet la Lumet in just a few hours. They’ll think…, Who is this person? He’s a little bit like Hiiro. Is there any chance that he’s come back? ”
Alsuhariya snapped her fingers. “You will get their expectations up, and once you’ve captured their interest, you’ll reveal your true identity, though not as yourself, of course. Sylphiel Diabloto will remove her mask and appear before them. The rest is easy. Sylphiel will present proof to them that you’re alive, and after building their trust, she’ll make them our puppets.”
Alsuhariya spread out her arms, looking like she was having the time of her life.
“They will take the bait, wanting information about you. But gradually, we’ll rub Sylphiel’s charm into them, and their objective will change. From Hiiro to Sylphiel, Hiiro to Sylphiel, and Hiiro to Sylphiel, to Sylphiel…we’ll emphasize Sylphiel’s appeals, and finally Hiiro will disappear from their hearts. This technique is based on the yuri-destroying method I developed, called layering sweetness.”
“Oh… Oh…! Th-that’s marvelous…fantastic…vicious and outrageous…!”