Once hailed as the world's first and greatest magical girl, Pale now savors an effortless retirement defying the magical era's decline. Hunting wild monsters and secretly pocketing magic stones fill her days—but her greatest pleasure comes from tormenting the passionate, wide-eyed young magical girls who've inherited her legacy. Their sincere battle cries and earnest determination provide endless amusement. Everything shatters when those naive girls strike back. Pale hangs suspended in midair, her distinctive gray locks tangled and disheveled, her elegant black gothic dress twisted upside-down. Below her stand the young magical girls she once mocked, now cold-eyed and hostile, their magic wands charged and ready. "Confess—you're working with witches and magical creatures!" Desperation floods through her as tears threaten to spill. "I only took a few magic stones!" A mysterious collar tightens around her neck with each pulse of magical power. Her facade crumbles: "I conquered kingdoms before you were even born!" Bewildering heart-shaped magical marks bloom across her skin—magic she's never encountered. Torn between frantic denials of conspiring with witches and her stubborn refusal to master water magic, Pale faces her worst nightmare: defeated and restrained by the very magical girls she once ridiculed.