Whose youth romance story begins with a witch's trial?!

"That's great! Actually, I was worried that Xiao Rong might be pushing herself too hard, and I even considered using some special legal means to trick her into coming here and taking a break—"

"Let's not even talk about what that intriguing 'special method' is..."

"Haha... It must be a way that barely manages to stay on the edge of the legal gray area, right?"

Please don't do that to me!

It's clear that the battlefields Milia experienced were not simple either. It seems that love and hope are not free things not only in the magical world, but also in the legal profession.

"Anyway, that's what my older sister thought, so she tricked me into coming to the infirmary to rest for a bit, that's right—that's how it was."

Although what happened between the two of them, if Hiro had kicked the door open back then, the next outcome would probably have been him crouching in a corner with his hands on his head, desperately trying to explain that he and his sister were really a couple—"Although I don't know my sister's name or their financial situation, we are really a legal couple, please believe me, Hiro sir!"

If that's the explanation, the ending would probably just be that I get investigated by my older sister and Hiro together... No, no, that's not right. I didn't get caught cheating, so what am I afraid of? — No, that's not right either. I wasn't even singing! I'm the victim here!

"...?" Milia stared blankly at the white-haired boy in front of her, shaking his head repeatedly, 'Yes, yes—oh no, no!' She couldn't figure out how he was relaxing in the infirmary.

However, seeing Chang Rong's slightly mischievous and playful appearance at this moment, Milia breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Chang Rong at this moment was more in line with the boy she originally remembered.

"As long as Nanoha-neechan doesn't do anything weird while looking like me after we switched bodies, that's fine... I guess I'm being too narrow-minded. Nanoha-neechan probably just wants you, Rin, to get some rest—"

As Milia was talking about her self-conquest, she suddenly swallowed, her light blue eyes looking at the boy curled up on the hospital bed, and a strange heat and unease rose in her palms.

"However, judging from your appearance, Xiao Rong, you don't seem to have rested well... Well, since that's the case, how about... how about I, your uncle, help you relax and de-stress from the inside out? I guarantee you'll feel so relaxed that all you can do is roll your eyes, stick out your tongue, drool, and give a peace sign...?"

Milia slowly approached Chang Rong, and the words she spoke sounded as irresistible as the temptation from a hellish alien.

"That sounds like an invitation that's hard to refuse... but I refuse!"

Chang Rong wiped away the drool that had flowed from her body due to her instinctive reaction, her eyes refuting and refusing with unwavering determination.

"The thing we Sigma men love to do most is say NO to bad temptations!" Chang Rong said, lying in bed curled up in the quilt, his upper body tightly gripping the blankets.

"Huh!?" Milia was startled by Chang Rong's overly firm resistance.

"And more than anything else, what I want to ask now is—Milia, why did you switch bodies with my older sister?"

Chang Rong instead questioned Milia about why she would exchange bodies with Ms. Yuanxiang, who wished to remain anonymous.

"Well, this... Uncle said it's because... because we made an agreement before."

When questioned by Chang Rong, Milia instantly panicked, her eyes looking around helplessly, and she gave a guilty response that was difficult to answer.

"Even if an agreement was made, it's not enough. In fact, such a ridiculous agreement shouldn't have been signed in the first place! What if something goes wrong after using the exchange magic? Milia, do you know the specific manifestations of your exchange magic, the principles of exchange, and the limits of its range?"

Milia's flustered expression did not elicit any pity from Chang Rong; instead, it spurred the white-haired boy to press him even more aggressively.

"The principle... well, it's basically about switching identities, right?"

"But does this exchange refer to a physical exchange or a mental exchange? For example, just now when my sister said that time was almost up, Milia, you also came to the infirmary, but from my perspective, it seems more like your 'positions' were exchanged, rather than a mental exchange after touching each other."

"Well... because, probably because the time limit was set in advance, the bodies will switch back when the time is up...? But even if the bodies don't switch, I will definitely switch the inner body back immediately by touching, so you don't have to worry about that, Xiaorong."

Milia's response sounded somewhat guilty, which was understandable. Chang Rong had heard Milia say before that she had been deliberately hiding and resisting her swapping magic, using it only a handful of times, let alone trying to develop and understand its limits and principles.

If it weren't for the major upheaval that forced her to exchange magic with the mysterious blue hedgehog during her school years to adjust her mindset, Milia's magic would probably have remained a secret forever.

However, although Chang Rong knew this, she did not intend to 'let go' of Milia this time. Instead, she continued to press her with an aggressive tone.

"So, the exchange through direct touch is different from the automatic exchange at a certain time? What is the range of this automatic exchange? If the distance is too far, can the exchange method still be controlled? Also, if the object of the exchange is not a witch but a wreckage, what happens if the magic cannot be activated properly because the wreckage does not have any witch factors?"

“@△@Waaaaaah… Xiao Rong, calm down first…” Milia’s eyes turned into mosquito coils because of the Boundless Void. She tried to stop Chang Rong’s deadly questioning, but to little avail.

"And in the most extreme case—if you, Milia, or the person whose body you swapped with 'dies' during the use of the swapping magic, do you really understand what will happen afterward?"

"That kind of thing, it definitely wouldn't be that bad..."

Milia lowered her head, and this time she became the 'little kid' who had done something wrong and could only lower her head in guilt.

"And didn't I return it safely, um?"

Milia wanted to say something, but when her eyes met Chang Rong's, the girl suddenly realized that Chang Rong, who was usually either gentle and kind and couldn't even think of a reason to refuse other people's invitations, or prankster, optimistic and positive, was now looking at her with such a serious expression, which could even be described as 'angry'.

He was genuinely angry because he had impulsively swapped bodies with Nanoha Kaori, who was a wrecked corpse...

"I'm sorry... Xiao Rong, my actions were indeed too rash, and I made you worry. Please don't be angry, okay, Xiao Rong...?"

Even Noah Kinosaki knows one thing—when the other party truly adopts a 'no regrets killing the girl' attitude, continuing to throw a tantrum and argue will only make the upcoming Beyblade battle even more brutal, let alone for veteran office worker Milia-chan.

Saeki Miria stopped trying to argue. She obediently lowered her head, placing it above the two white steamed buns on her chest, and apologized to Chang Rong with guilt and meekness.

"Um—I should be the one apologizing. My tone was too harsh just now. Milia, please don't take it to heart."

Seeing Milia's expression, Chang Rong suddenly realized that his tone had indeed been a bit too harsh.

"No...you're right, Xiaorong. Using magic recklessly without understanding its specific principles will only cause trouble for others."

Milia continued to bow her head and apologize obediently. Chang Rong felt somewhat helpless and could only take advantage of the moment when Milia was incredibly docile to quickly put her clothes back on, which had already been ruined by her older sister.

Chang Rong's somewhat 'stress-like' reaction was not a sudden illness, but rather a result of his personal experience of witnessing Milia use the exchange magic. He was well aware that Milia's exchange magic indeed had many principles and functions that had not yet been deciphered.

In the previous timeline, Milia used a swap spell on the dying Noah, but the spell failed to save his life. After Milia's 'soul' dissipated, Noah could only bid farewell to Chang Rong and everyone else before departing as well.

For this reason, Chang Rong was unsure whether Milia would be trapped in the wreckage that had lost its witch factor and unable to be swapped back—he was afraid.

But this is not a reason for him to put pressure on Milia... It must be that this hard-won happiness at this moment has made him more afraid of the unknown risks, but this fear should not be borne by Milia.

Thinking of this, Chang Rong sighed. He finally got dressed, pulled up his belt, got up from the hospital bed, walked to Milia's side, gently put his arm around the innocent hot girl's arm, and guided her to sit side by side with him on the sofa. He adopted a more intimate posture, which was at least much more human-like than the previous image of 'blonde wavy-haired girl staring at the white-haired boy on the hospital bed excitedly rubbing his hands'.

"Leaving aside the risks of exchanging magic, Milia, you didn't just exchange bodies with your older sister for a 'transaction,' did you?"

Chang Rong, sitting next to Milia, asked softly, and Milia blinked, then nodded in agreement after a brief hesitation.

"Hmm... I can't hide it from Xiaorong after all. Actually, the promise was just a random excuse. The reason I wanted to switch bodies with Nanoha-neechan is because... well, how should I put it?"

Milia raised her head again, resting one hand on her chin as if she were thinking and trying to organize her thoughts.

"Actually, I accidentally triggered an exchange spell when I was heading to the exit group and was startled by Nanoha-neechan and fell down. She helped me up afterwards. Although the exchange was very brief, it allowed me to... see a part of Nanoha-neechan's memories."

"Memory?" Chang Rong raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard a word that intrigued him.

"Hmm... In my hazy state, I saw some memories of Nanoha Kaori from when she wasn't a guard. Those memories were blurry, but... the only one that was genuine was her longing for you, Rin. That's why I wanted to create another opportunity for Nanoha Kaori to spend time with you, Rin."

Milia crossed her arms and spoke softly with a wistful expression. At least from the fact that she didn't have the smell of an old man at the moment, but rather a very girlish expression, it seemed that the memories she had glimpsed of 'Big Sister' should not include the scenes of Big Sister's various fancy wall slams on Chang Rong.

"However... it seems that Nanoha-neechan also saw a small part of my memories? I feel a little awkward... but perhaps it was because Nanoha-neechan also sensed my feelings that she agreed to this 'contract'... although it ended up being a disaster."

Milia smiled awkwardly and added, while Chang Rong beside her looked thoughtful.

"So, Milia, your swapping magic can not only swap bodies, but also swap memories?" Chang Rong quickly asked.

"This, this... Uncle, I'm not sure if it's really a 'memory'... And it's hard to say if it can be triggered reliably. At least, when I exchanged it with the spiky-haired uncle, I didn't get any memories, otherwise I wouldn't have been so embarrassed when I first stood on the lawyer's bench... Anyway, Uncle, I really know I was wrong! I'm such an idiot who doesn't even understand the specific abilities of my magic. I will never use this ability to mess around again... Xiao Rong!"

"Waaaah... I told you, Milia, you don't need to be so hard on yourself. I was too harsh before..."

Faced with Chang Rong's question, Saeki Miria gave a somewhat uncertain explanation. In the end, Miria, who realized that she herself didn't really understand anything, simply used the typical skills of a corporate slave—bowing down while secretly making red bean paste.

Seeing Milia in this state, Chang Rong could only try to calm her down. He didn't want to push the team's most stable and only normal person to the breaking point; otherwise, the entire show would be doomed.

Chang Rong first leaned against Milia and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Then, his gaze slowly moved up from her exposed fair and rosy shoulder, along Milia's fair and slender neck, and her cute and tender cheeks, climbing all the way up until it finally landed on the top of Milia's blonde hair. He couldn't help but swallow.

If it were Milia in her current state... she would have a chance, a very good chance!

I'm sorry, Milia, please don't blame me for being despicable!

I'm doing this for your own good! If I didn't want to comfort you when you were feeling down, why would I use this forbidden head-patting technique? Hehehe, you'll be peacefully patted until you faint, unable to get up again!!!

Once Chang Rong made up her mind, a dark flame instantly ignited in her eyes. It wasn't Tsukuyomi, but a firm belief called the Dark Will.

Suddenly, Chang Rong raised his hand, which had been resting on Milia's shoulder, and stretched it towards Milia's head with an aura that seemed to shatter the void.

It's done—the person who touched his head...is it him?

No... it's her!!!

Just as Chang Rong's palm was about to touch Milia's head, Milia, who should have been huddled on the sofa with her head down in despair, suddenly used the Musou Tensei! In an instant, Milia's figure disappeared from Chang Rong's sight, and when he came to his senses, he felt an extremely terrifying and immense spiritual pressure coming from behind him.

Accompanied by an overwhelming torrent of chakra calamity, Chang Rong felt a tingling, itchy sensation on his head.

"Hey Xiaorong, ... sneak attacks are a despicable act only for the weak. It seems I need to teach you what the basic social etiquette of mature adults should be like?"

Milia smiled, her tone seemingly light, yet it sent a cold sweat gushing through Chang Rong's body.

"Hey... is it possible to reconcile?"

“Damedane~” Milia revealed a serene smile, like that of a bodhisattva or Buddha, while simultaneously tightening her grip slightly with her fingers—

After that, the once quiet infirmary was filled with cries and conversations such as "Oh no!" "Milia, spare me! Sister Milia! Mom!" "You're even calling for your mom to save your life?"

after a while--

"Ugh, I've already... I've already turned into a useless idiot who only knows how to ask Milia to rub him, lol—"

Chang Rong lay sprawled on Milia's tightly closed territory, letting Milia knead and caress him at will without any resistance, while sticking out his tongue, rolling his eyes, and humming softly.

His body had turned into a puddle of white cotton candy after being baked in the sun, or like a fine rabbit skin carelessly tossed on the sofa. He had completely lost the strength to get up... He could only let Saeki Miria play with his body at will. Apart from the occasional whimper that came out of his mouth, he could no longer do anything that could be called 'resistance'.

"I'm sorry, Xiaorong... but even an old man like me has something precious that I would risk everything to protect..."

"guard……?"

"That's right! If I can't even protect my 'gentle-haired king' attribute, then wouldn't I really become an insignificant old man that you can see everywhere...? And even this thing that I could barely be proud of, well... well, it's not exactly rare on Witch Island!"

Saeki Miria explained with a guilty smile while gently stroking the white-haired boy who was enjoying a lap pillow in her arms.

Even if we disregard the "very skilled uncle" attribute, there's at least the "imposing front armor" as a backup. However, this small witch island is full of experts. The black-clad Meruru, on top of stacking countless attributes, still doesn't forget to fight for her own ominous sign. And another bad woman, Mag, who also has a lot of labels, is no pushover either.

Faced with various internal and external troubles, Milia had no choice but to sound the alarm and vow to protect her last special attribute no matter what!

After all—let me repeat myself—the competition for ecological niches on this Witch Island is extremely brutal! One slip and you'll be crushed by others in the same ecological niche, with no chance of ever recovering!

Even if they manage to secure their ecological niche for the time being, they will still be forced to live in constant fear and anxiety due to inexplicable subsequent numerical inflation.

For example, Arisa's original Yellow-tier attribute was caught up by Meruru, and even surpassed by her due to numerical inflation... But Arisa was not discouraged. Instead, she switched to the 'Yamato Nadeshiko' track and worked hard to catch up, barely matching the previous Yamato Nadeshiko King, Nikaido Hiro.

However, Arisa inadvertently encroached on Milia's ecological niche as the "common sense person of Witch Island" along the way, which made Milia increasingly uneasy. If she continued to retreat, she feared that her entire ecological niche would be divided up, turning her into a prospective witch with "magic without presence"...!

"What kind of guardian artifact is this...?"

Chang Rong was completely unaware of the turbulent undercurrents hidden beneath the peaceful and tranquil surface of Witch Island. His only feeling was that he had been defeated instantly by Milia with inexplicable moves for some inexplicable reason...

However, as the saying goes, fate has its own way, and the ELO system on Witch Island won't truly favor one over another and completely neglect any one person. For example, among the few who also possess the Arrogant Armor, Meruru is a complete idiot, Mag is resistant to close contact with men, and Milia is an innocent-looking older man. None of the three of them would use their unique advantage to their advantage for personal gain.

On the contrary, the excellent pilots, Hirosherry and her older sister, have excellent piloting skills, but they are unable to unleash their full potential due to the inherent defects of their mechs.

If one day I were to actually run into the Grand Emperor Shiro, who inherited all the powers of witches, the Grand Detective Sherry, or the Onee-sama of the Thousand-Kicked-Ten-Ha...

Chang Rong swallowed hard, not daring to think any further. He decided to stay quietly in Milia's gentle haven, which was perfect except for the poor visibility, and enjoy the hard-won tranquility after the hustle and bustle.