With uproarious laughter echoing throughout the spacious halls of the mall, the young man took extreme joy in light of the running, innocent civilians who were fleeing as far as their legs would take them. But alas, his dark heart was not elated because he was the source of their fear; He chuckled, for he knew that those cursed four girls were due to arrive now that he thoroughly grabbed their attention.
"That is far enough, Black!" shouted a determined, mellowed voice from behind the cackling youth, and so the handsome young lad turned about on his heels to look at the source of the feminine cry of justice. There, wearing a tan turtle-neck sweater and a long, black dress lonely stood what appeared to be a rather beautiful, if mundane, older woman. She was fair-skinned, wearing a pair of glasses and with a gentle aura about her.
"Oh?" Black chuckled, raising an eyebrow and letting out a sly, dismissive smile as he did not go as far as take a step toward the lady, waving his hand to shoo her away. His words inflicting a direct wound, the villainous youth bluntly stated. "Old lady, I think you are perhaps mistaken here. There is no bargain sale going on today. Please, kindly vacate the premises before you will hurt yourself."
"Old…" the middle-aged, pale-skinned lady muttered to herself, her heart tensing up as her eyes widened in horror. She gulped down her nervousness and fear, her fists clenching and knuckles turning white as she feebly attempted to fight back at the villain's mocking of her age.
The once beautiful magical girl let out a sigh, her words dripping with defeat as if she had already accepted her fate. "I… I am not that old!" She meekly protested, inadvertently revealing the fact that she does indeed regard herself as old, though