Crossover anime, the harem life of a healing sorcerer

"Ah, that's perfect, we're short of a broom. I'll go clean the hallway. You guys stay home and behave yourselves, okay?"

As she spoke, Tsukuyomi Komoe took the "fire poker" from Alessa's hand, not finding it strange at all that it seemed to be a [flight] ability.

In Academy City, anything is possible.

"thump--"

The silver-haired girl plopped down on the ground, looking completely bewildered.

"Ah?"

The door is closed.

Alone in a room with a man and a woman, Nangong revealed a malicious smile and said, "Now, your efficiency in casting magic has been greatly reduced, hasn't it?"

They were already calculating what they could get out of Alessa.

The Staff of Impact is a physical object and cannot be imitated. Under the insight of the Emerald Eye, there are also modern Western magic, the Thoth Tarot that created the Cyber ​​Wives, the Book of Law as expounded by Aiwass, and other magical skills.

However, the current healer knows very little about magic. If he were to actually touch Alesta's brain, he would probably be killed by the Hanged Man to silence him. He could only resist the temptation of the loli.

The mad Aleister even used Kabbalah to create a third tree within a windowless building, imprisoning an unknown entity. Nangong Xuan could only pretend not to know.

"How terrifying! My brain is about to be violated!"

For Alessa, having her head seen was far more important than her backside. The silver-haired girl scrambled back into the closet, leaving only her shapely buttocks exposed, trembling with fear.

This clown...

Nangong understood immediately and said, "You're just like the Misaka Sisters, used to staying in a little box, right?"

"No, I hate the life of a shut-in girl the most."

Alessa suddenly became sullen.

“I just want to live in the sunlight. My family is tired of living in hiding. We’ve been through all sorts of witch hunts in the 20th century, and Rose, Lilith, and I… living in a closet like this.”

Knowing full well it was destined to be a tragedy, she still walked towards the future she had already foretold. For Alessta, those were the most heartwarming times of her life.

The silver-haired girl's tone softened as she spoke.

The female version of Aleister seems to have a different life experience, perhaps due to her gender. In the traditional magical world, she is undoubtedly a witch.

Nangong Xuan only wants to complain about one thing: your whole family's names all contain the character "丝" (si, meaning silk).

At that moment, an incredible light shone into the room.

"Huh, where did this magic come from?"

Alessa pulled a card from her pocket; it was a gift left behind when Mina hugged and "sucked" her.

This spell was cast specifically on Nangong Xuan. A miniature version of a cybernetic wife was projected onto the tarot cards.

“The only possibility that I truly pity is Xiaoya. Stranger, please treat this child well,” Mina said softly. “This is not my master’s will, but my own decision.”

Even though he hadn't yet read through Alessa's life story, Nangong Xuan suddenly saw images of her past experiences and was transported into a painted world that transcended time and space.

"Idiot, don't look!" The silver-haired girl suddenly blushed.

In the flashback, an immortal witch chases after a mountain of magical research. She is naive and still quite childish.

When she came to her senses, she was all alone. Lilith died of an unnatural illness, and Rose also left her, lily's little family fell apart.

"Bad guy!"

"abnormal!"

"An old witch who uses human lives to research dark magic and even eats her own daughter!"

The silver-haired girl in the cloak looked utterly dejected. Children on the roadside threw stones at her, knocking off her witch's hat and leaving her with a bloody head wound.

"Lilith, Rose... I'm all alone again."

At this moment, it felt like I had returned to my childhood, to that little girl with a dirty face.

She was considered a heretic from a young age. Her Christian parents ignored her, and her teachers and classmates at the church school bullied her.

"Everyone says God loves the world, but why does no one love me?"

"A god who cannot even alleviate the suffering of mortals is utterly incompetent."

"Since that's the case, then I'll show everyone the true God. I will replace the half-baked God and find the correct laws!"

Arista, who rebelled since childhood, raised the flag of rebellion against the world's largest religion.

Later, she was recruited by the Golden Dawn, and Mina Mathers was the sister who took care of her during this period, but they eventually parted ways.

"The misuse of magic can cause sparks to fly between phases, bringing misfortune to others. The Golden Dawn is protected by the [Bryce Road Treasure], so it is unharmed by these sparks. This is the root of your lifelong suffering. In the future, your daughter will also die of illness because of this."

This is the teacher's prediction.

The so-called "Bryce Road Treasure" is actually the treasure artifact - "Imagine Breaker".

It turns out that magic cannot bring happiness at all.

God is a fabrication. Humanity's belief in religion is the root of all evil.

“I understand, Professor Allen. I will destroy the Golden Dawn, kill all my old comrades, and declare war on the entire magical world.”

A girl who was utterly desperate about the past, the present, and the future had a crazy idea.

Finally, the teacher patted her head and didn't stop her.

"Think it over carefully before you do that."

The mentor tacitly approved, allowing Alessa to kill him as her first prey.

And so, the silver-haired witch killed her beloved teacher with her own hands, and then burst into tears.

"I hereby declare: I will shatter all phases and end all mystery!"

To create a world without magic where everyone can be happy, to execute... justice.

Once all phases are eliminated, both the demons and humans will cease to exist, and Earth will restart.

Alessa broke with her like-minded friends and destroyed the magical society that had nurtured her into such a freak.

In the years that followed, she experienced a brief period of happiness, then used her new wife Rose to summon Evans, and as prophesied, lost her beloved wife and daughter, leading a life of constant wandering.

In her later years, the silver-haired witch established the Thelma Monastery. This last warm "home" also closed prematurely due to improper treatment of her patients.

Nangong really wanted to complain: Where did you come from, you quack doctor? No wonder you have to rely on the Netherworld to chase away souls.

This is the story of Alessa's life, a life despised by everyone.

The spell left by Mina Mathers disappeared, and the cards in Ya Niang's hand turned back into ordinary tarot cards, which she quickly hid behind her back.

"...You...you saw everything?"

"Ah."

"What a terrible life."

Alesta lay sprawled out on the tatami mat, completely dejected.

"Ultimately, with no other options and unable to conduct large-scale magical research, I even considered ending it all..."

The avenger who sought to hunt down all magicians ultimately turned the blade on himself.

The silver-haired witch in the eyes of the world was recorded as having died in England in 1947, supposedly killed by a magician sent by the Puritans. In reality, she was found by the Frog Doctor.

The Academy City of today is just another Thelma Abbey.

"Your character is so despicable that you treat human life like dirt, and you don't deserve any sympathy at all."

As he spoke, Nangong Xuan placed his hand on her little head.

He believed he controlled Geass, but in the end he encountered an immortal witch, much like C.C. in Code Geass, and her behavior resembled that of a female version of Kiritsugu Emiya.

Alessa's first reaction was to get furious.

Once they receive a reply, both of them will be hunted down by the remaining 1,083,092,866 "clones".

"Don't worry, I promise I won't use [Reply] on you. Now you can relax a little and lower your guard, right?"

Seriously, I'm exhausted.

"Okay, then. You can only touch it once, okay? I'd prefer you touch other parts of your hair. Your butt is softer than your head, right?"

Alesta's little face was flushed, enjoying the head pat like a kitten. The dignified chairperson—the silver-haired, flat-chested loli—seemed to have a tendency to be tamed.

Nangong thought to himself: "So this is indeed a special attack against the Chinese."

Fortunately, she is self-aware of her figure and believes that having small breasts is not attractive.

"It's a deal, I won't force you anymore. Although you're the one I've chosen to lose your virginity, I'll wait until you willingly accept my favor." Arista persisted in her words.

Joan of Arc was a saintly virgin, while this guy is a demonic virgin.

Nangong sighed and said, "I also saw that she was busy researching magic but was also addicted to erotic novels, using more than a hundred metaphors to describe male sex, writing about her antagonistic magician colleagues being sexually assaulted by men in her novels, and putting her own panties on the head of the Virgin Mary..."

"How about that? A glorious achievement, isn't it?"

Little Ya's mother put her hands on her hips and proudly puffed out her chest.

"If you want it, I can give it to you."

"Pants that haven't been changed in half a century? Who cares?" Nangong said. "Why has your self-reference become as strange as Mina's?"