Regarding the fact that my best friend is a magical girl

However, it was not a third-party organization at all.

She flipped Yang Yan's eyelids over and then took his pulse with her right hand.

He replied, "Sorry, I can't see anything either. Do you have somewhere to go? If not, come with me."

"Where?"

"My home!!"

She answered loudly.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Heavy motorcycles towed bubbles as we sped along the North Coast Highway, arriving at Ji Zhenhaoyin's home: a traditional Chinese medicine clinic located in the C2 area.

However, Miluno did not follow.

She texted me to say she was a little tired and needed to go home to rest.

I should go and check on her, but right now Yangyan's matter is more important.

The traditional Chinese medicine shop is called "Xiyintang".

The literal meaning is the sound of the tides, but Miss Vibrant Voice is much louder than the tides, both in terms of her voice and her magic...

The heavy motorcycle stopped in front of the pharmacy, and the blue magical girl pushed open the door.

"Daddy, I'm back!"

The pharmacy was filled with the distinctive bitter aroma of Chinese herbs. Rows of medicine boxes were neatly arranged on the wall. Generally speaking, a person who runs a pharmacy cannot be a rough man, but Miss Jizhen Haoyin gave me the impression of being more like... a butcher.

Inside the antique-style hall sat a thin, middle-aged man, wearing gold-rimmed monocles and smoking a long pipe, exuding the air of a wealthy Beijing gentry.

He ridiculed the author of the Jizhen Haoyin speech.

"You crazy girl, riding your old, deafening bike out at night! The neighbors are going to complain to me again tomorrow!"

After mocking him, he then added a word of concern.

"You weren't hurt tonight, were you?"

He was still worried about his daughter going out to fight as a magical girl, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting here smoking and waiting.

"No, they'd already finished when I got there! What a wasted trip! I didn't even get any money for gas!"

"Who are these people...?"

"Oh! You're my colleague! We're both magical girls... I'd like you to help me take a look at the patient, I really can't understand it."

Falcon, carrying Kagerou on his back, took a step forward.

"Sir, she hasn't woken up. Could you please take a look?"

Upon seeing a patient, the loud and boisterous old father quickly stubbed out his pipe and ordered, "Crazy girl, go change out of those gaudy clothes of yours, and come get my medicine in a bit!"

"Got it!"

"There are wards inside, come with me."

Falcon followed after Yangyan with his arms, but my aunt stopped me.

"Serno, I need to go to the association and discuss today's events with Spica..."

"Okay, you can go ahead and get back to work."

"Don't worry too much, things haven't reached the point of no return."

"……Know."

I responded, and my aunt left.

However, things are never that simple.

It's a done deal that my father is colluding with the other side. This isn't just his business, nor is it simply a family matter. This could be the biggest scandal since the association was founded, a truly malicious event that threatens the association's survival.

The worst part is... he can't even see anyone right now.

"Ugh--"

"What are you doing? Sighing all the time. Yang Yan isn't dead yet!"

A familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice came from behind me.

What I'm familiar with is the tone of voice.

What was unfamiliar was the voice—a clear, melodious voice like a bird's chirping.

I looked in the direction of the sound and saw a rather reserved woman slowly walking down from the second floor of the pharmacy. Her pretty features were adorned with a touch of powder, and her long, beautiful black hair was elegantly styled in a bun at the back of her head. Overall, she looked like a young lady from an ancient boudoir.

"...I think you must be the older sister of Ji Zhenhaoyin."

She stood with her hands on her hips, her delicate brows furrowed in displeasure.

"Hey! I'm Ji Zhenhaoyin! And I'm an only child!"

He spoke up.

That almost perfect impression score was ruined.

Chapter 41 Cruel Reality

(Albinocotyledon)

Similarity factor.

That's what weirdos rely on to operate in this world.

They appear in all sorts of bizarre forms, not because they like it, but to deceive the world's "immune system" and successfully pass through the firewall that rejects foreign objects.

And these "witches"...

Their "simulation factor" is the "magical girl" from seven years ago.

Just as the Sword Witch said, she is not the "Foambog" of the past, but a special monster created from the material of "magical girl".

When she appeared in a half-human, half-deer form, the world's sluggish "immune system" finally reacted and pulled her out of the world.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Ignoring the slippery ground, I plopped down on the ground, panting. My hand holding the short sword trembled uncontrollably, and the wounds cut by the invisible blade formed by the moisture began to ache faintly.

Although I severely injured my opponent, I knew I would be the first to give out if the fight continued.

"call--"

Even with new power, it would be difficult to defeat such an oppressive opponent.

Therefore, those strange people are not weak; rather, they can only use that limited amount of strength in order to comply with the laws of this world.

Conversely, they have no restrictions at all on the other side.

Since the other side can't gain an advantage on our home turf, can the "magical girl" unleash her full potential on the other side?

Perhaps this is the reason for that defeat seven years ago.

This discovery must be shared with Spica, and the second expedition plan must be re-examined... Perhaps maintaining the status quo is indeed the best option for humanity at present.

As for bringing the "witch" back to her senses, that's a false premise. It's impossible to restore the tomatoes in scrambled eggs to their original state unless time is reversed...

"……Um?"

I subconsciously touched the hourglass at my waist.

"Miluno, are you alright?"

Seruno's concerned voice came from behind.

I replied, "Never mind me for now, go see your parents."

"……Um."

There are more important things to do right now.

I don't want her to see my embarrassing and vulnerable side.

The Star Crystal of the Blazing Sun has already merged into Serino's mother's body. How should I tell her about this? Will forcibly removing the Star Crystal have any negative consequences...?

There are so many things to think about, and I can't just sit here forever.

Seruno sent a message.

My parents were rescued by other magical girls, and my aunt couldn't stop it.

So there were still hidden enemies?

It's good that Mom is alright; after all, her magic really isn't suitable for combat.

The roar of motorcycles came from afar, sounding like two groups of middle-aged women fighting in the street, but not long after, Seruno sent another message.

【We're going to Miss Jizhen Gouyin's clinic to have Yangyan checked out. Do you want to come along?】

I thought about it and typed a reply.

No, I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest.

I'm really tired.

But going back to rest is just a pretense.

Although it was almost dawn, I had to tell this to someone else... and for that, I needed to go somewhere.

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The boundary between regions c2 and d3.

A tent has been set up under the bridge at the end of the riverside promenade.

It's cool here; even on a deep summer night, you can enjoy a cool breeze.

I knocked on the curtain, and a werewolf with a delicate female face popped out, but there was no surprise on her face, as if she had known I was coming all along.

I glanced at him and asked, "Awake? Still awake so late?"

"Oh, he's up!"

It's only 5 a.m. Although going to bed early and waking up early is good for your health, this guy's schedule is a little unhealthy.

The tent was not messy, and there weren't many things inside. The soft mat on the ground served as the bed, and besides that, there was only a blanket and a pillow.