My Superpower Is Piloting Magical Girl Corpses?

After a brief pause, brilliant waves of magic light suddenly exploded across the night sky.

Boom—

Ordinary fireworks no longer seemed to satisfy the crowd below. The magical girls raised their various staffs and cast spells unreservedly in front of the growing throng of onlookers.

Streams of colored light rose from the ground, turning the tranquil night into a canvas and painting a gorgeous, dreamlike river of stars.

The spectators raised cheers and applause.

The entire city seemed to boil with excitement, drowned in a sea of delight.

But that liveliness felt like it belonged to another world when it reached the rooftop of the Happiness Peace Committee.

Airwen’s expression remained utterly unmoved, flat as ever, as if she couldn’t sense any spice at all, as if someone were pouring plain water straight down her throat.

The bottle in her hand quickly ran empty. She tossed it aside; the empty bottle rolled on the ground and hit with a crisp clink.