Chapter 515

**Chapter 26: The Trajectory of Victory and Defeat**

When the pitch-black light consumed the pink Pretty Cure, everyone except the fainted Rihua felt a chill deep inside.

Miyuki… is dead?

As this thought emerged, the dazed group suddenly reacted and rushed forward recklessly, only to be forced back by the stinging smoke that choked them, their eyes brimming with tears as they desperately sought an answer.

Where’s Miyuki? What happened to her, happy now?

Originally, the five of them couldn’t defeat this Evil Dragon, and the two now facing it were utterly defeated and left battered.

If they couldn’t overcome him, then there was no hope of saving the Fairy Tale Kingdom, resurrecting the queen, and naturally, there was no chance to fight Pierrot.

But what would happen next? What would become of their fathers, mothers, friends, this world, and themselves under this person’s decision?

Have we really lost our power, unable to do anything?

Light, hope, smiles—all turned into infinite bubbles before them. A feeling reminiscent of despair spread among them, yet even they weren’t certain… what was despair, really?

As the dark dust surrounding them was blown away by the bright light emanating from within, the group witnessed a scene they had never imagined.

Miyuki held her delicate hands, covered in her own fresh blood, above her head, pressing down against the sword aimed to strike her down. Trembling from the force of her grip, she caught it just in time.

“Drip…”

Fresh droplets of blood spilled from the wound on her palm, adding a vivid hue to the originally dark-themed holy sword.

The blood fell, guided by gravity, along the sharp blade, dripping onto the girl’s back and staining her pink battle outfit with bright red.

“She actually… blocked it? No, the dark power was absorbed?”

Feathers?

Ash was unsure if he had lost his mind again or if he was simply seeing things. At the moment she caught the sword, he saw a pair of wing-like appendages unfolding from behind the girl, the feathers gently brushing against his hand, calming the restless dark echoes within him.

Now half-kneeling, the previously slow-moving Miyuki Hoshizora seemed like a different person. The silly, carefree demeanor vanished, replaced by fierce determination. Her beautiful white teeth trembled from clenching her jaw, and her dust-streaked face appeared even more vibrant as her eyes gradually regained clarity.

“Answer me, woman! How did you do that?”

It was a reckless strike fueled by my anger; I thought you were done for… why?

“I don’t know… I don’t know how I did it… I don’t even know what I’m doing right now, but I believe what I’ve been fighting for is not wrong.”

So hot… my body feels so hot, like more and more power is bubbling up!

“One problem after another, I’m too stupid to understand or express! Faced with a certain tragic end, should I run away or confront it? I can’t think of which is better!”

All I want are my father and mother, the people at school, my companions, and Sugar, and to be with you—the you who doesn’t smile—living in a world where you can smile safely!

“But! As someone who wants to change this ending, as a Pretty Cure—”

“Our desire to change the story’s ending!” The pink glow radiating from Miyuki grew more radiant, bright enough to force Ash, even from behind his mask, to shut his eyes. The holy sword she had caught rose as she gradually stood up.

“It must be right!!!”

In a place unseen by everyone, the light emitted from Sugar’s forehead intertwined with the healing accessories placed in Miyuki’s waist pouch, responding and sparkling.

Is this… a miracle?

“Mr. Wangjian, stop!” Miyuki, releasing her grip on the sword, did not back down but stared directly at Ash, who had grown increasingly unstable. “A two-on-one battle is unfair to you; your strength is already starting to wane.”

“Don’t underestimate me! My choice is correct—my control over reality is more realistic than an ephemeral happy ending!”

Gripping the dark sword tighter, more chaos erupted within Ash’s heart: his own dark echoes and excess tragic energy flooded in, conjuring a future overshadowed by darkness, all with a cruel filter applied.

How could this be… I’m a genius! I should easily manage this level!

Yet in this moment, Ash had forgotten one truth: once he started to think too highly of himself and lost sight of his own heart, he would be defeated by something that was originally weaker.

His thoughts increasingly muddled by multiple factors, Ash, in a frenzy, swung the bloody sword at Miyuki.

“Join me; I will protect you, I will protect everything!”

“The heart of a Pretty Cure will never give up!” After taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Miyuki’s twin tails and the two small antennae on her head began to float in the air.

“We will change the tragic future!”

At such a close distance, Ash didn’t have time to swing his sword down, as Miyuki’s sudden headbutt struck his face first!

Against the backdrop of her bloodied forehead, a sharp cracking sound echoed from under the man’s mask.

Miyuki’s not-so-bright brain seemed to become cleverer after the collision, rapidly working through her thoughts.

To regain everyone’s transformation powers, she needed to defeat Wangjian, and also to uncover the secrets hidden beneath those emotionless eyes…

No matter what her goal was, she had to make him calm down first. The only way to make this unreasonable guy mellow out was—

“Hey!” Her delicate white thigh, glowing with rainbow colors, swooped down like an axe from the sky.

In response to Miyuki’s aggressive advance, Ash instinctively swung his holy sword, which spun and aligned above his head, perfectly blocking her kick. Yet, in this instant, she had tightened her grip on her makeup box.

Kicking the sword with another foot, she performed a backflip to launch herself into the air, landing without wasting time on an immediate counterattack or recovering. Instead, her cheeks bloomed with a rosy hue as she gathered herself, fists clenched tightly.

There was only one answer: she had to take him down in one go, and for that!

“Momentum, momentum, momentum!”

“Precure Happy Shower!” Miyuki channeled her energy into her smiling makeup box, forming a pink heart shape in front of her with both hands, grasping it tightly, and finally made a heart gesture, unleashing a massive shockwave of pink light towards the unsuspecting Ash.

“Even if a dazzling strike that doesn’t look like a move pierces my chest, it won’t move me!”

Ash swung the dark sword, which had amassed a considerable amount of energy, with great force aside, launching himself into the air to kick Miyuki amid the incoming shockwave!