Poor magical girls, work for me!

"it's me."

The eye behind the crack in the door glanced at Ryosuke Miyagi for another two seconds.

Only after confirming that there was only one person was the door fully opened.

"It wasn't someone chasing debts; it was just me."

Upon hearing the words "debt collection," Momose Sena's hand trembled slightly, and she closed the door half an inch before opening it again.

This time, the door was opened a little wider until it was fully open.

Momose Sena didn't move aside, but simply stepped to the side, which was considered as allowing her to enter.

"You can come in now."

She glared at Ryosuke Miyagi, clearly displeased that he had just uttered the words "debt collection".

The door opened completely, and Ryosuke Miyagi finally saw what Momoset Sena looked like.

She looked younger than expected, or perhaps she was just too thin.

She was about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a light gray hooded sweatshirt that had obviously been washed many times and was loose and deformed at the collar and cuffs. She wore a pair of ordinary dark blue athletic shorts and was barefoot, with slender ankles and pale skin that had not seen the sun for a long time.

The hoodie was too big for her, hanging loosely over her body, but when she turned to the side, the fabric still subtly outlined the slight bulge in her chest and the abruptly tapering waistline.

Her brown hair was unkempt, casually draped over her shoulders and back, with slightly long bangs that almost covered her eyes.

Her face was small, with a pointed chin and delicate features that had a girlish innocence. However, her lips were bloodless and tightly pursed. Coupled with her overly calm amber eyes, she exuded a weariness and detachment that was inconsistent with her age, like a small plant growing in the shade, lacking nutrients.

Sensing Ryosuke Miyagi's gaze, Hoshina Momose shrank further into the house.

Her bare little feet stomped quickly on the wooden planks, making a pattering sound.

I walked to the wall in the entryway, stood on tiptoe, and slapped the light switch on with both hands.

Snapped……

The yellowish light illuminated the entire backlit room.

The light flickered several times before fully lighting up the moment it was turned on.

The room was very small; you could see the whole thing at a glance.

A thin mattress was laid directly on the fairly clean wooden floor, on top of which were neatly folded but faded bedding.

A mini-fridge hummed in the corner, next to a single-burner induction cooker and a small sink.

Several wooden planks of varying lengths were nailed to the wall, serving as makeshift bookshelves, filled with old comic books and sketchbooks.

The room was unusually clean, even somewhat empty.

Because there were no windows, the room was filled with a lingering, stuffy smell, similar to old book pages and dust.

Ryosuke Miyagi noticed a small table in the corner of the room, with various line drawings neatly stacked on it and a small table lamp lit up.

It's clear that this magical girl is barely making a living by drawing pictures. She doesn't have a convenience store job like Matsushima Yukio, and the bills downstairs show that her life is very unstable.

"sit."

Momose Sena pointed to the only cheap white plastic chair in the room.

He walked to the mattress and picked up a square cushion that looked old and had worn edges. He sat down with his knees bent, his back slightly hunched, his chin resting on the cushion, and looked calmly at Ryosuke Miyagi, waiting for him to speak.

She sat down very quietly, making almost no sound.

Ryosuke Miyagi nodded and sat down, the plastic chair making a slight creaking sound as it bore his weight.

"Matsushima Yukio should have already told you that I need to hire a magical girl."

"Um."

Momose Sena slightly straightened her legs, her small, fair feet curling up twice as if to relax.

As you walk along, you don't see any other tenants in this apartment, and you conclude that she is the only tenant in the entire building.

Wait! This means that a poor, seemingly weak and easily bullied magical girl is all alone!! Wow!! You decide to take out a silver coin and make this poor magical girl lift her little foot...

Such exquisite things should be savored slowly and carefully.

[Reward: Twenty-one methods of food appreciation (Not sour, not sour at all, the deliciousness of this food has a slightly sweet taste...)]

"Cough cough..."

Ryosuke Miyagi only glanced at it before the voice in his mind started acting up.

He composed himself and began to state his purpose.

"Matsushima Yukio-senpai must have told you some things, and I'd like to discuss them with you again. I need to hire you to hunt monsters. You'll be responsible for handling the loot from each monster you kill, and I'll also pay you a separate, extra reward."

Momose Sena's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, and the arms she was holding around the cushion seemed to tighten slightly.

Last night she received a call from Matsushima Yukio, who said that a wealthy demon hunter wanted to hire a magical girl to hunt monsters.

Momose Sena expressed great confusion about this, saying that no matter how the words "demon hunter," "wealthy," and "employer" are combined, they cannot be put together.

Why would anyone hire someone else to do something like exorcising monsters?

There must be a purpose...

The adult world is never that simple.

Momose Sena stared intently at Miyagi Ryosuke; he must have some unspeakable secret!

but……

She was desperately short of money.

That's why she agreed to meet the witcher that Matsushima Yukio-senpai had mentioned was willing to hire them.

Your reckless hiring has already alerted this magical girl. After all, no respectable witcher would hire a magical girl; in fact, in the West, the mere sight of their badge would prompt them to kill a witch with their sword. If you can't keep up the act, you can pull out a suicide knife and stab her in the eyes and ears. That way, the deaf and blind magical girl can...

[Reward: Witcher Aura (This aura, combined with a short speech, can fool most people!)]

Ryosuke Miyagi opened the Witcher's Handbook in his hand.

The eyeballs on the manual twitched, and the eerie manual startled Momose Sena so much that she curled up her legs in fear. At the same time, she also saw the emblem that belonged only to the Witcher on the cover.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a manual."

Seeing through her doubts, Ryosuke Miyagi's voice became as calm as possible.

His gaze settled steadily on Momose Sena's face, meeting her amber eyes.

"Are you wondering why there would be demon hunters hiring you to hunt monsters, and even paying you extra?

Momose Sena just stared at Miyagi Ryosuke's actions without saying a word.

That's what she thinks.

"It's normal for you to think that way."

Ryosuke Miyagi paused, his tone more of a statement than a defense.

"I just want to help you, and also help this world that is always exhausting."

His gaze deepened, meeting directly into Momose Sena's amber eyes.

"You've been actively facing these things, haven't you? 'With great power comes great responsibility.' Matsushima Yukio probably said that often too. You held onto that belief, but what was the result? Bills, rent, the trivialities of life... these things won't let you off the hook just because you're protecting something."

He suddenly stopped talking, as if unwilling to say more, and just took a deep breath.

In that moment of hesitation, a calm and collected aura of a demon hunter, born from countless life-or-death battles and the depths of despair, emanated from Ryosuke Miyagi.

"So strive to grow stronger. I'm simply investing in your fight, so you can live better lives. This so-called employment is just a pretext; I hope you can truly enjoy protecting the world."

"Tonight we need to slay a vengeful wild god. Yukio will be there, along with a shrine maiden, and I will also be present. If we succeed in the slaying, in addition to the monster's corpse, the reward for each of us this time is 1 gold coin."

Momose Sena, who was already deeply moved, suddenly widened her tearful eyes.

How many……

One gold coin?

I didn't hear it before, and I forgot to turn it off afterward. I only remember one gold coin.

1 gold coin!

This could buy her life!

[Your lie moved a magical girl on the verge of collapse. Perhaps you're more suited to be an actor than a witcher. Even the lure of a single gold coin is a devastating blow to a magical girl! This whole charade... are you trying to raise Deadpool?]

[Reward: 200 Techniques for Making Empty Promises (I'll give 100 million to anyone who betrays me! Then even more will follow! Applause, please!)]