MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

Hailing looked up at the girl in front of her.

"Actually, I didn't join the band for the money." Xiangzi looked at the shrine maiden outfit in his hand.

"I never expected anything, but I always lose things, things that don't belong to me. Every time I try, every time I look forward to the future, I'm disappointed, and I always fall down."

"So, when I first joined the band, it was for Xiao Mu."

"Well, that's true now too. I hope that Xiao Mu can gradually find things that make her happy, and that she can have many, many friends and many, many people who can stand by her side."

"When life is like a quagmire, every connection and bond is like a rope, like a hand, pulling you up little by little."

"As long as this quagmire isn't deep enough, and you're not sinking too deep, you can get out."

"Therefore, the more people Xiaomu becomes friends with, the higher the probability that Xiaomu will be happy."

If a bond breaks accidentally, at least there are others who can pull her back up.

Instead of falling into the mud along with that rope.

That's what Xiangzi initially thought.

but.

Life is getting easier and easier, but inexplicably, I found myself with many ropes around my neck, even though I was stuck in the mud.

He was trying to cut the ropes that were pulling him down one by one, but there were more and more of them, and they were getting thicker and thicker.

Little by little, I feel like I've moved up a bit.

perhaps.

Life is like the ocean; can one reach the other shore?

"And what about me?" Hailing asked Xiangzi.

"No, we didn't gather here for the money, did we?"

"..."

Looking at Xiangzi, who was worried about her, she was afraid that she would really be sad.

If you truly only have selfish motives, then now you should honestly admit it. Deceiving others for your own benefit is what constitutes selfishness.

"Let's change your clothes!"

"Eh?"

"Didn't you say you'd change your clothes for me to see?"

"Let me show you, no, are you looking for a band's style?"

"Um, right, right, you changed into our clothes and saw what style suited us best, right?"

"really?"

"Really! Would I lie to you?"

"Ok."

"Hmm, let's change into this shrine maiden outfit first."

"Do bands really wear shrine maiden costumes when they perform?" Xiangzi asked, looking at the clothes with a puzzled expression.

However, I still went in and changed.

. . . . . .

"Can you really tell? And what band would wear police uniforms?!"

"It really looks great. That's what I thought when I bought it."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing, Xiangzi, it's useful. But, like you told me, bring your feelings into your imagination."

"Huh? Like this? Hands up? Or I'll shoot you dead?"

"Okay, well, but it's such a heavy role to play. How should I put it, it's about giving you a feeling of complete freedom, putting on a mask, liberating yourself, and being your own true self."

"Put on a mask, and liberate yourself?"

Xiangzi looked at the mask in his hand and the clothes scattered on the ground.

I glanced at the clock beside me and suddenly remembered something.

Performance costumes are a reflection of a band's style.

What is the band's style?

It is a revelation of one's inner self.

And what do I want?

I don't want money, and I don't care about power.

Do I really need something called power and authority?

What is blocking my way?

Money? Power?

Did capital itself destroy everything?

But what does it have to do with capital?

Therefore, you only have one enemy.

That is, fate.

Everyone is a puppet of fate, a manipulator of destiny, controlled by threads.

Unless, one becomes a god.

The omnipotent God who brings happiness to everyone.

Forget the past, forget the sorrowful gods.

After changing into the clothes you chose, slowly put on the mask.

“Is that so, Miss Timoris, my Knight of Fear?”

"Clap."

Lights went out.

"Hmm?" Hai Ling, who was continuing to talk about her views on performance costumes and wanted the girl in front of her to keep changing clothes for her to see, looked up.

The light coming in from outside illuminated the room.

Following the light, Xiangzi stood in front of the switch, looked up at the clock in front of him, and watched time tick by.

"Xiangzi?"

"What's wrong? My Timoris."

"Eh?"

In the darkness, the girl slightly turned her head, revealing her swan-like neck and the darkness that made one want to bury themselves in it.

The girl covered her eyes, looking down at her from a tall, condescending position.

A witch, a witch who tempts people to fall, that's probably what it means.

"It seems pretty good, doesn't it?" Xiangzi said.

Xiangzi seems to know he's adorable; even a mask can't hide his cuteness.

I saw joy in her eyes.

She was using herself to express her beauty.

It's like playing with yourself, saying, "Aren't you cute? Aren't you beautiful? Aren't you mesmerized?"

Uh, ugh, ugh, Hailing, didn't you ask me to change my clothes?

Should we change it now?

Aren't you going to change it?

It's like toying with yourself, pressed right in front of you.

"Timoris, are you willing to entrust your life to me?"

The girl's voice was soft, but clear.

It's like a witch's blatant trap, a temptation.

but.

He looked up at the girl.

I couldn't bring myself to say no.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Can you take responsibility for my entire life?" For the first time, Hai Ling wanted to escape, so she laughed it off and looked to the side.

In that instant, I thought, "That's it. I'll leave everything to the girl in front of me. My troubles, everything I have, I'll give to her and let her worry about them."

Even if I become a completely useless person, it's fine if I'm abandoned.

It's truly terrifying how captivating Xiangzi is.

"Of course! I'm a god!" Xiangzi said, arms crossed, his chin resting on his black lace gloves as he looked at the clock.

"Ha, what god?" Hailing avoided Xiangzi's gaze.

"Oblivionis, the Goddess of Oblivion!"

"Phew!" Hailing shook her head. Does Xiangzi use chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) to build his own style? Well, really.

Then I'll just play along with them.

"Oh, then I'll leave it to you, goddess Oblivionis."

"Don't laugh! I really am!" Xiangzi said slowly.

It seems like they really are gods.

Everything was under her control.

"Yes, yes, my goddess, so how should we write our song?"

"You don't believe me, do you? Then just watch me." Xiangzi looked at Hailing in front of him.

A true goddess wouldn't be all pouting with her arms crossed.

Hailing shook her head.

She's such a lovely goddess!

"Hmph!" Xiangzi glanced at the clock beside him, then turned to look at Hailing.

"Hailin, do you know?"

"Ok?"

Have you ever heard of divine revelation?

"what?"

"At a certain moment, at a certain instant, something happens that makes you believe that the person in front of you is the one destined for you—that's divine revelation!"

"So." Of course I know!

I've encountered a shrine maiden myself!

Wait a minute! Didn't I teach you this word?

you!

Hailing raised her head and looked at those bright eyes and the fingers by her ear.

"For example, right now."

Xiangzi snapped his fingers lightly, and the clock struck eight.

The sky brightened.

In the pitch-black room, only the light of fireworks remained. The girl stood in front of the French windows, with a sky covered in fireworks behind her.