“Huh... beat them into amnesia?!”
“Mm... like this. Just whack their face with a broom, and their memory blows away like dandelion fluff.”
She said it, yet did the opposite. Little Rose, red hair like a spark, gripped the broom’s butt and scraped its twigs across the black‑clad woman’s cheek like dry reeds in a river wind.
“That’s not beating someone into amnesia. That’s the inscription on the broom talking... Little Rose, is your broom etched with an amnesia spell?”
“Mm! But it only works on weaklings, and only erases recent bits... Enough for sneaking into a bank and clearing guards, but it won’t drop Little Dessert or make her forget me.”
“Don’t say that like you’re reading a rulebook for crime.”
Yue Liuyi sighed, like a paper lantern dimming in night air, and rubbed Little Rose’s head with helpless fingers.
Meanwhile, under that relentless face‑sweeping, the black‑clad woman stirred like a fish under thawing ice.
“Huh? She’s waking up!”
“Yes...”
Yue Liuyi had never interrogated anyone, yet she steeled herself like frost on bamboo. This time, she’d be firm and ask what needed asking.
She didn’t expect this...
The black‑clad woman opened her eyes. In those brown pupils, there was no fear, no confusion, no anger—only a spring‑bright surprise, like sunlight hitting dew.
“Huh...? Blue‑haired loli... red‑haired loli... D‑did I transmigrate?! Wow!!! Fantastic, I finally crossed into a novel world! Hahaha!”
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
Yue Liuyi and Little Rose froze like startled birds on a branch.
“Hahaha, you must be the maids welcoming me! Don’t worry, I’m not into lolis! But if you behave, I’ll still give you both a spot in the harem.”
“...”
“Wake up! What nonsense are you spouting! You’re a captive, caught by us—”
“Huh?”
Only now did the black‑clad woman notice the cuffs on her wrists. She twisted, but the bed held her tight like binding vines.
“What! Starting as a prisoner? Could this be... that kind of queen‑abuse novel?!”
“Hah? Queen‑abuse novel?”
“The type where the MC gets captured by a queen and can only obey in shame... But you two don’t look like queens. You’re cute little lolis! If you play queens, the readers will unsubscribe.”
“Ugh! Little Rose... is your magic broom busted? She was normal just now. Why is she acting like a fool?”
“Impossible. My broom’s bespoke, top of the line, but...”
Little Rose eyed her broom, red lacquer gleaming with golden rose patterns like petals in sun. “But... it might’ve been damaged in the fall, and the magic circuits could’ve glitched.”
“Wow, then what do we do? She might be an enemy, but turning her into a fool feels too cruel... And like this, we can’t squeeze gang intel out of her.”
“Angel‑sis, don’t worry! High‑ranking gangsters train for this. Playing dumb can fool a probe. I’ll use a real, ironclad method, and she’ll show her true tail.”
“A real method?”
“Mm!”
“Uh! What are you going to do? I’m the protagonist!”
Little Rose smiled like a cherry blossom hiding a thorn, and the black‑clad woman’s face paled like moon milk.
...
...
...
“Hahaha! If you do this... I’ll never forgive you! Hahaha!!! O(≧▽≦)O”
“Hahahaha! Stop! Or I’ll toss you both into the cold palace! Stop, please!!!! Hahaha!! O(≧▽≦)O”
“Hahahaha! I was wrong! I was wrong! I won’t try to add you to my harem!!!!! Loli sisters!! Spare me!!!! O(≧▽≦)O”
“Hahaha! I surrender!!!!!! You can make this humble maiden do anything!! Hahaha!!! I’m begging you!!!!! Your Majesty!!!!!! Don’t tickle me anymore!!!! O(≧▽≦)O”
Little Rose’s tickle‑the‑soles tactic worked like rain on dust. At first, the black‑clad woman resisted like a cat against a bath; soon, she went limp and agreed to anything.
“Looks like... she’s about to talk?”
“Mm... this method is terrifying like a silk thread sawing wood. Little Rose, where did you learn it?”
“From Butterfly Snow President!”
“So it was LittleSnow! Ugh... Little Rose! If she still refuses, we’ll send her to LittleSnow. Even if she lies, the punishment will scale like a rising tide!”
“Got it~”
“Ha! No! Don’t continue! I’ll tell you everything!!!!”
“Alright, Little Rose, stop.”
“Mm~”
Little Rose ceased that devilish tickling. The black‑haired woman lay there like seaweed after a wave, drenched in sweat, unable to lift even a finger.
“Ha... ha...”
She panted in rough gusts, cheeks flushed like peach petals.
“Spit it out. Who’s your boss? What’s the plan? If you don’t talk, we’ll tickle you for an hour.”
“Uu!”
Shivering like a leaf in rain, the black‑clad woman curled up and whispered, “Y‑Your Majesty... this slave knows nothing about gangs or plans... I only saw a car coming right at me, and when I woke up, I was here...”
“Oh? Little Rose, looks like she hasn’t learned. Increase the pressure.”
“Little ‘an‑gel’—big ‘de‑mon’ sister, roger!”
“Wah!!! Don’t! Please don’t! I really—really am telling the truth!!!!”
Tears burst from her like pear blossoms in spring rain, and she sobbed, “I don’t know! It seems the original owner of this body was in a gang, but I don’t know what she did! If you don’t believe me, lock me up forever! You can even make me take out some gang member!!!! I’m not their ally!!!!”
“Hah? Then we stick a self‑destruct bomb on you and send you back to the gang, alright?”
“Eh!? I—I don’t want to die!!!! Uuuuu!!!! I just clawed my way back to life, I don’t want to die here!!!! Uuuuu!!!!”
She cried without dignity, tears carving tracks through the pale base layer on her face like rain cutting dust from old plaster.
Her makeup had a corpse‑pale cast, yet once washed by tears, her features looked clean and delicate like a willow in mist—young, even a touch childlike.
(Huh...? Did she really go silly...?)
Seeing this, Yue Liuyi drew a sheet of water from the air, a mirror‑smooth curtain floating before the black‑clad girl like a lake under moon.
“Look at you. This is your face, right?”
“Huh? Why am I wearing this makeup... b‑but it’s m‑me... Eh!? D‑Don’t tell me... I didn’t transmigrate...”
The black‑clad girl froze like a cicada in first frost. It seemed even she had no idea what had happened.
“Whew... looks like she truly thinks she’s a transmigrator. Little Rose, you might need to check your wand.”
“Uu... did it break...”
The little loli peered at her magic broom like a child hugging a wounded kite, then cradled it carefully against her chest.
“Until it’s fixed, don’t cast. If we turn more people into fools, that’s bad karma on the wind.”
“Mm... I got it...”
“You’re... looking for a gang, right... I think... I remember something...”
Staring into the water‑mirror, the black‑clad girl spoke in a daze, like someone chasing a firefly in dusk.
