Anime Crossover: The Losing Heroines Have Become Witches

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Summer night, lonely man and woman, small woods, thin clothes, messy breathing.

Although it doesn’t seem to be the tags that any serious work would have, in fact, now is the most serious time for Asakura all night.

Originally, the best place to solve the problem must be the lakeside, which is both open and has a good view. If something really happens, you can jump into the lake, but because a super-friendship relationship is happening there, he decisively took Chihaya Asagumo to the woodland in the opposite direction.

According to the previous survey of the confession location, there is an open space in the woodland here. There you can see some traces of camping. It is estimated that it used to be a campsite Packages with the hot spring hotel, but it was abandoned for various reasons. It’s not bad to use it as a place to solve problems now.

As for why he specifically wanted to find a remote place, it was naturally because Asakura was not sure how much noise it would make to solve the ’debt’ on Chihaya Asagumo that was almost a curse.

"I feel like it would be more in line with the atmosphere if there were sparklers or something at this time." Chihaya Asagumo’s voice broke the silence of the summer night.

"We’re not playing at the beach. Let’s talk about that kind of romantic thing during summer vacation," Asakura responded casually.

"Oh, is this Asakura-kun’s date invitation? Too bad, I already have someone I belong to—" Chihaya Asagumo showed a charming bad smile.

"It’s okay, I know a little bit about computer accessories."

"What?"

"I mean," Asakura cleared his throat: "Let’s talk about it when you haven’t become an old woman."

"Will that really happen..." Chihaya Asagumo couldn’t laugh anymore.

"It’s important to be prepared for the worst, so that no matter what happens, it’s at least better than you expected."

"...Well, no matter what, I want to thank you, Asakura-kun. If it weren’t for you, things would definitely get worse. Now, at least the retribution won’t affect others."

The girl patted her cheeks hard, her expression becoming extremely firm: "I’m ready, tell me what to do next."

Asakura took out the fruit knife from before, ’Miss, you don’t want Ayano Mitsuki’s face to be scratched, do you’, and cut a small opening in the palm of his left hand, and blood slowly oozed from the wound.

Then he handed the knife to the girl and stretched out his blood-stained hand to her: "You also cut it, it doesn’t have to be too big, just have blood."

Chihaya Asagumo’s expression became a little strange. Asakura guessed that this guy probably wanted to ask if he had any blood-borne diseases, but he restrained himself from asking because it was too rude. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The girl also cut an opening in her palm, and then held Asakura’s hand.

As the blood of the two people merged, an invisible Magic bridge was established between them.

The Magic of this world is an extraordinary power linked to vitality, spirit, and even the existence of the caster itself. From common sense, it cannot be ’transferred’.

But Asakura is an exception.

Just like how Kiritsugu Emiya’s Origin was Sword, Asakura’s essence was a Mana battery.

He could obtain Magic from witches (maybe wizards too, but he hadn’t met one). This acquisition wasn’t gentle, but closer to ’seizing’.

Interestingly, just like what was said above, the Magic of this world was closely related to the caster, so everyone’s Magic was different, possessing complex attributes.

However, the Magic that Asakura seized and stored in his body would be purified, becoming similar to a ’non-attribute’ or ’universal attribute’ state.

After realizing this, Asakura consciously tried to transfer his Magic to others. Although there would be some loss, the result could be said to be successful.

At this moment, Asakura and Chihaya Asagumo established a connection, sharing Magic as an opportunity.

As an aside, actually cutting a finger and letting the girl lick it was more efficient for exchanging Magic, but that would not only be inconvenient, but also look too obscene, so Asakura chose a more dignified method.

"It’s time, ’lend’ me the pocket watch," Asakura said to the girl, sensing the state of Magic in his body.

"H-how to lend it?" The girl’s voice sounded a little flustered. It was unknown whether it was because of the impending judgment of fate, or simply because she was shy from being held tightly by a boy she had only known for less than two hours.

"Say it out loud, and constantly tell yourself in your heart that you’re lending me the thing," Asakura instructed, "The heart of believing is your Magic... Okay, don’t look at me like that. I haven’t watched strange anime... It’s just that in most cases, when you haven’t mastered Magic, idealism is the best catalyst for unconscious Magic."

"I understand." Chihaya Asagumo took a deep breath, and then said loudly, "I am lending the pocket watch to Asakura Takuma-kun here!"

Asakura took out the Moon Clock with his right hand, and as expected, he vaguely felt that he had a certain degree of control over the pocket watch.

So he removed the Scale seal on the Moon Clock, and then pressed the button at the top of the pocket watch, completely ending the Magic that the girl had been activating until now.

In the next moment, Asakura felt the Magic in his body decrease sharply, as if someone was drawing his bones out of his body one by one.

"Guh..."

A strange sense of emptiness mixed with pain.

Asakura took the time to look at Chihaya Asagumo, who was holding his hand.

"Uu..."

The girl’s eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. It could be seen that she was also enduring great pain.

Even in terms of the degree of pain, she should be more serious than Asakura.

After all, Asakura only had the Magic in his body drawn away, while the girl was first filled with Asakura’s Magic, and then drawn away.

If an analogy were to be made, the torment she suffered was probably one more step than Asakura, where a red-hot iron rod pierced through her body. However, even suffering such painful torment, the girl just gritted her silver teeth and didn’t even let out a scream.

Soon, Asakura noticed something was wrong.

The Magic pipeline that he and Chihaya Asagumo had temporarily established had too little flow, and the speed at which the Moon Clock collected the girl’s Magic had exceeded the flow, so the missing part had begun to be compensated by extracting the girl’s ’time’.

If this continues, although his Magic will bear most of the cost, Chihaya Asagumo doesn’t have to become a white-haired old woman, but she may directly skip a few or even more than ten years of time, turning the girl from the most beautiful youth directly into an older woman like Hiratsuka Shizuka...

If that’s the case, then he might as well forcibly pay a larger portion of Magic from his side. If the total amount of Magic collected remains unchanged, then the Magic that needs to be collected from Chihaya Asagumo’s side will be reduced.

However, when Asakura did this, the pocket watch in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, suddenly breaking free from his palm and floating in mid-air. The space around the pocket watch seemed to be distorted by an unknown force, refracting a strange sight.

"Crap!" Asakura couldn’t help but curse.

The pocket watch, no, it should be said that the essence of the pocket watch, the Magic residing in the girl’s body.

It went berserk.

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