Kamen Rider is playing the villain in Pretty Cure

"It was Miyuki who moved and changed Onii-sama back then, so of course it's best for Miyuki to do it now!"

"Even though you're alone, you can do it, right?" He patted his friend's shoulder twice, who was so surprised that he couldn't help but open his mouth. His eyes were full of encouragement. "No, you can definitely do it, right? After all, Miyuki likes Mr. Ash so much."

There was no extra time for the girl to feel melancholy, or perhaps Miyuki was not that kind of person. In less than half a second, she went from surprise to fear and then to determination. Miyuki nodded her forehead lightly without saying a word and ran at full speed in the opposite direction.

"Stop!" The three cadres certainly wanted to stop the pink girl who was running away, but when the other four rays of light blocked their way like a wall, they showed even more annoyed expressions.

"Have you finished your whisper? If you have—then die!"

"—!"

Behind her, the roar of fierce battle erupted, accompanied by the cries of friends and foes alike. Miyuki resisted the urge to turn back, accelerating toward the distant spot where the explosions had stopped for a while, until she transformed into a flash of pink, bringing a unique color to the dark landscape.

"Everyone... we don't just need to rescue Mr. Ash."

The nimble and light figure kept jumping in the rugged and winding terrain of the Tragic Kingdom. With a light shout, he condensed a pink ball of light between his hands and fired a series of machine gun-like bombardments at the clown monsters attacking from under his feet, blowing away all the blockers.

Miyuki couldn't help but recall that she had secretly taken the booklet with Ash's wishes written on it from the bamboo in the Mysterious Library out of curiosity.

[I hope to die gloriously and handsomely.]

Miyuki couldn't describe the expression on her face when she saw those words. Was it sadness? Anger? Sorrow? Confusion? Or amusement at his twisted nature? Miyuki herself couldn't figure it out, but it made her feel like this was the way Ash was.

Because Ash is a very lonely person, so...I want him to smile even more, right?

"Whether it's Mr. Ash or Pretty Cure, no one can be left behind... We must go back together!"

The high-heeled boots stepped on the red-nosed man's head and passed the enemy group.

"otherwise!"

If someone who has walked with me till now is missing!

The girl continued to move forward in that direction, despite having passed by the huge and heart-pounding feeling of despair.

"otherwise!"

If Mr. Ash left alone!

Continuous punches! Then continuous kicks! Cure Happy, with all his strength, lived up to his reputation as a legendary warrior, blasting all enemies that stood in his way into pieces with the most powerful force.

“No one will show how happy they really are!”

I see!

After rushing down a slope, Miyuki was surprised to see a familiar figure. However, the nearly 90-degree downhill slope made it impossible for her to stop running. Panicked and screaming, Miyuki saw herself about to fall into the magma below her feet. Suddenly, she remembered something and gathered her energy with both hands, and pushed forward fiercely behind her!

"Happy Shower!"

A huge torrent of pink purifying light was pushed out from the girl's palm, and the reaction force pushed Miyuki from mid-air to the place where Ash was in the form of anti-gravity in surprise.

I can't fly myself, but I remember watching a special effects movie with Ash last time, and there was a scene where a big black dinosaur flew up by spraying light from its mouth. Now I see that it can really fly!

"Ouch!"

Miyuki fell to the ground on her face. She was screaming in pain and before she could catch her breath, her battle suit disappeared and she turned back into Hoshizora Miyuki. It must be that she had used up all her strength from speeding up and using her ultimate move as a jet.

It hurts so much...Where is Ash? Where is Ash?

"Snoring, snore——"

The sound of something being blown by the wind made Miyuki look in the direction of the sound. At this moment, the girl froze in place for a moment.

In the distant background was a dark castle that was smashed to pieces and constantly burning, and on the cliff in front of her stood a pale cross that contradicted the color of the entire world. There, a human male named Ash was.

His tattered black clothes and body were covered with extremely severe scars. His once carefully groomed hair was disheveled again, and his face, which was recently ridiculed by Qian as looking like an uncle, was also stained red with blood. The glaring red slid along the corners of his mouth and the outline of his chin and into the collarbone of his neck.

The lowered head lost its former vitality. The man's hands, also stained with blood, were clenched open to the sides. Pitch-black chains wrapped around his hands, ensuring that he was bound and hung on the cross. The "holy nail" that would take away his freedom was the "Dark Sword Yue'an", which was inserted through the center of his chest and nailed to the cross.

The bright red blood that continued to flow from the horrific wound dyed the pure white inner garment red. Drop by drop, the bright red blood of the man who Miyuki cared so much about her life flowed along the serrated blade of the holy sword and sank into the ground beneath her feet, forming such an exquisite picture of suffering.

"Ash..."

But for Miyuki, she had no intention of appreciating whether the scene was beautiful or not.

"Ash! Ash! Ash!"

She didn't know her mood or her expression. She just tried her best, stood up again after falling to the ground, and ran towards Ash.

"Wait for me, Ash! I'm coming to save you!"

While running, Miyuki suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness under her feet. The loose ground at the edge of the cliff where she was standing shattered at this moment.

The hand that was stretched out towards the distant goal began to fall, the sight and body began to fall heavily, and before even a cry of surprise could be uttered, it began to gradually get farther and farther away from the goal.

Even the soul was pulled by this gravity and fell towards the darkness with countless "hands" reaching out below.

Chapter 139: Love, Death, and the Cross (with illustrations)

"!"

The broken road caused Miyuki, who was just an ordinary person, to start falling under the influence of gravity after she lost her transformation ability. Fortunately, the girl stretched out her hand desperately and grabbed the edge in time, so she was not dragged down by gravity along with her soul.

At the same time, the girl also saw countless twisted darkness below, which symbolized the negative emotions in the tragic ending. It seemed that it was affected by something nearby and now began to move and wriggle. The twisted figures like ghost hands seemed to want to drag the two of them into the abyss.

"Who will? Give Ash to you!"

Even though she had lost her strength, Miyuki, whose heart was burning with passion, gritted her teeth and held up her body. Regardless of whether there were pebbles hitting her face, she began to crawl towards Ash above her head.

"Give Ash back to me!"

Miyuki's roaring figure was covered by the falling darkness.

The sound of shattering came from the cliff that Miyuki passed by behind her. The pieces on her path turned into pieces and fell into the abyss under her feet, splashing countless tragic sounds until it fell into a strange calm again. Now, except for Ash who was quietly nailed to the cross, there seemed to be no other life.

"Snapped!"

until....

A small hand covered in dust and scratches stubbornly climbed up from the bottom and grabbed the edge of the cliff.

"Uh, gugu——"

Grasping the only fulcrum with both hands and lifting the weight of her entire body using only the strength of her arms was a difficult task for Miyuki, who often failed even in physical education.

But for Miyuki, whose whole body was trembling and her face was distorted, whether for herself... or for him! She would never give up at this moment!

With the strength of her human body, Miyuki, whose whole body became dirty, climbed up to the cross. When she looked up and finally saw the man, she felt the sadness that began to surge in her heart. The pain made her gently hold the man's cheek with her hand, and she saw the bright red color sliding down her hand with blurred vision.

She wanted to break the chains, but that was impossible for an ordinary girl.

Blood...blood everywhere.

"I'm sorry, Ash. I was late. I let a fun-loving guy like you go out and play alone. It's my fault!"

With slightly trembling fingers, she pressed on the unresponsive body, feeling the touch of tears sliding down her cheeks. Miyuki slowly moved her face close to Ash's, rubbing it gently as if acting coquettishly...but, all she could feel was the icy coldness without a trace of warmth.

"Now is not the time to play games alone, right? The Pretty Cure you care about the most has all arrived and is fighting non-stop. Wake up and run away quickly."

The girl's plump and smooth face kept touching the cold and solid skin, but there was still no response from the girl. In her increasingly desperate heart, only a small bit of hope remained.

"I know, Ash is very strong, very strong! Ash will never die here, so... please, stop teasing me, open your eyes and look at me quickly."

"Please... just call me an idiot in that indecent voice of yours one more time..."

Prayers to the victims still did not receive the final remembrance.

The girl's gaze slowly shifted to the holy sword that was deeply pierced into the man's chest and was soaked in blood.

"Does it hurt? It's okay, I'll help you pull it out now!"

The girl hanging on Ash's back wanted to grab the hilt or guard with her hands, but her arms were not long enough so no matter how hard she stretched, she was still a little short of the target. Finally, after gritting her teeth, the girl grabbed the sharp blade with red and gold edges with both hands and exerted force in the opposite direction.

“Swish!”

An extremely harsh stagnant sound traveled between the flesh and blood, and streams of blood gushed out from the pierced wound. Similarly, as the girl exerted force, Miyuki, who did not know how to use a knife, let her fingers continue to be cut by the sharp holy sword, leaving deep wounds that could be seen to the bone.

She didn't cry or scream.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat the food I cooked? I can make it! When I get back this time, I'm going to learn how to make it from mom!"

The serrations on the sword blade that had enabled them to achieve unexpected victory in previous battles now became a tool for torturing Ash and Miyuki. Every time they carefully pulled it out a little, more blood would stain Ash and Miyuki red.

"The Ash I know, that Kamen Rider, would never die because of something like this... Hurry up and show up as handsome as before, and go take down the enemy together!"

The girl, enduring the pain, stubbornly endured more pain and tears, while using the remaining intact part of her hand to grip the sword blade more tightly.

"Your wish...isn't to die handsomely or something. Dying in a stinky, dirty place like this, with only me knowing about it, is not handsome at all...!"

"what--!"

Fresh blood spurted out from between her palms. The girl, who had finally reached her limit, could no longer hold the holy sword. She had lost her remaining strength. Apart from the pain, her palms, which were no longer under her control, were covered in blood. Her blood and his blood mixed together, never to be separated again.

The trembling voice was mixed with the faint sound of sobbing.

"No... I don't want to say goodbye to Ash like this. I still want to watch TV with Ash, I want to eat with Ash again, I want everyone to be together! Even if you play a prank on me again, I won't-"

There's still so much I want to say to you... I want to spend more time with Ash, and most importantly, I haven't made Ash smile sincerely yet...

"Ash must be very lonely, right? If it were me, I would definitely make Ash happy every day...!"

So, what can I do now?

The pain made the girl's brain unusually clear, so Miyuki recalled her favorite fairy tales in the picture books that she kept reading. However, which fairy tale had ever taught me how to wake up the evil dragon that loved to play pranks from its slumber?

"what."

However, the fairy tale that awakens the sleeping people is...

"I..." The hair that was tied on both sides like croissants had long been scattered. With her hair loose, she gently lifted her hands stained with her and the man's blood, and the pink bangs that had covered her face at some point were also stained with bright red, and it was unclear whether it was the color of blood or the girl's sincere and strange shyness.

"Although I'm not a prince, and even being a princess is limited to dreams, but..."

Gently and slowly, one hand went around the back of the man's neck, and the other hand pressed on the man's waist. The blood on the hand was pressed just against the nameless fantasy book. The girl in the fairy tale moved her first thin lips against the colorless pale lips.

"Now, be patient for a moment..."

"Clap!"

A bright red ghost hand stretched out from the abyss under the cross and grabbed the girl's ankle.

The irresistible force caused the girl to sink with a wail, and the evil hand forcibly separated the two.

"Ash..."

The girl finally fell into the dark abyss. Amidst her screams and cries, her raised red palms continued to reach out towards the man on the cross above her head, until the figure gradually blurred into an invisible black dot.

“Survive—!”

The blood beads in a string floated in the air and scattered.

"..."

“Ka-la…”

The pitch-black chain and the tragic energy attached to it were suddenly covered with cracks.

"Kacha!"

Countless crisp sounds rang out at the same time, amid the chaotic iron filings.

Ash opened his eyes.

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"Oh, world, enter the worst tragic ending! Let the blank future be stained with darkness—"

The lines that were used to summon the clown monster in the past have now become the beginning of the strengthening of the three cadres.

He smeared the jet-black paint that he normally used to bring the world to a tragic end on his body. As the surging energy entered his body, he strengthened himself without restraint, ignoring his own limitations. In return, he gained an energy that even the Pretty Cures would shudder at.

"This is the real magic of this witch!"

She instantly transformed from a short old lady into a tall female devil, but the black color painted on her face completely destroyed the beauty of her face. Witch Lina waved her hand, and countless identical figures appeared beside her like reflections in a mirror coming into reality. Then, one minute, ten, ten percent, a hundred, a thousand, the densely packed "Witch Lina" floating in the sky surrounded Yayoi in the center.

"How, can you tell which one is the real me?"

Countless witch Linas simultaneously raised their right hands that were gathering magic power, aiming at the sweaty Pretty Cure below. Yayoi used her imagination to carefully try to find which one was the real one among all the clones, but of course she found nothing.

"Isn't this too much for a power-up?!"