Traveled through time at the same time, but both clones were beautiful girls

"No, honestly, do you think you're attractive?"

"Isn't there any?"

With her eyes wide open, Honjou Nia reluctantly changed into her spirit dress.

Her spiritual attire made her appear at first glance to be a dignified nun.

But this nun completely lacked the manners of a nun, rudely lifting her left foot and placing it on the chair, exposing her fair thigh through the high slit.

"Don't you think this spirit dress is sexy?"

"There's a slit in the thigh area!"

"Look, look, it's still semi-transparent inside..."

"..."

Adam could only manage an awkward and impolite smile.

Well, Honjou Nia is pretty good-looking, and her figure is... well, barely. Her spirit dress is also arguably the third most alluring of all spirits.

But his opening remarks were delivered with the slang and nerdy vibe of a two-dimensional otaku, which made it impossible for him to stand up to the challenge.

Even Kiana, no!

Even Xiangling from Teyvat has more feelings than her!

When facing Nia Honjo, Adam adopted the same attitude he had towards Yoshino: keeping his distance from older women who like to act young.

"I'll play with your angel for a while, you can do as you please."

Adam waved his hand, ready to chase her away.

But Nia Honjoi stubbornly stuck to it.

This girl seems carefree, but she's surprisingly perceptive; she sensed that the boy had a certain degree of tolerance towards her.

But what she didn't know was.

That kind of tolerance comes from compassion.

She has lost her memories of the past five years forever, along with the miniature display device in her brain.

She will never recall the horrific memories of being imprisoned by DEM for five years, during which her head was drilled open with an awl, her stomach was cut open, and her fingers were slowly sliced ​​off—this was a small blessing bestowed upon her by the Lord God.

Forget the painful past and start anew.

"Hmm!"

Erya, who hugged Adam from behind, revealed a silly smile: "Hehe, little Zhe Zhe."

"Sigh, please stop bothering me. I remember when we first started living together, you solemnly told me that you liked anime and manga, and that your favorite male character was... who was it again? Someone who looks a bit like Sasuke."

"The Vermilion Night! It's the Vermilion Night Palace!"

"Whichever you like, go play somewhere else."

"No, playing alone is really boring."

Many years ago, because of her connection to angels, she was able to see the dark side of everyone.

Nia Honjou feels disgusted by humans, which is why she yearns for two-dimensional characters who don't have ugly souls.

However, the boy who rescued himself was different.

As for where things are different, Nia Honjo doesn't want to say it out loud.

"Little Zhe Zhe, what are you doing??"

Erya noticed that the boy was writing furiously on the eulogy, his bold and elegant handwriting seemingly writing down the date and manner of someone's death.

The Whispering Chapter is actually a deluxe version of Death Note!

"Dragon people!"

"Uh, young man, that's not how you use the 'Whispering Scripture'."

"Hylocereus!"

"I already told you that's not how you use it!"

"Nantong!"

"You need to be specific about their appearance..."

"A chubby little guy with a buzz cut, bushy cheeks, and white socks!"

"Who would understand this?"

"giant!"

"Did the Titans break some cardinal rule? I remember that Titans in many works are quite cool, okay?"

"So ugly people deserve to die? Then... goblins!"

"...That's really not how it's used."

Adam roared and wielded his pen.

"Mouthman!!"

"Grass!"

Honjou Nia leaped to her feet as if she had seen a spiritual mentor, shouting, "Young man! You're right! That's how the damn Confession Scroll is supposed to be used!!"

But the next moment.

Adam silently blacked out the phrase "the minotaur must die".

He almost forgot that he himself seemed to be a minotaur.

In the void, Mio Takamiya silently withdrew her gaze.

She expressed concern about the mental state of the two elves.

……

the next day.

Having decided to invite Adam out on a date this weekend, Shiori Itsuka is practicing her lines in front of the mirror.

"...Um, if possible—"

The girl blushed and stammered, "You can...go on a date with me this weekend...go on a date...ouch, I bit my tongue!"

Shiori covered her mouth and sighed.

If she were to go on a date with those fairy girls, she would never be this nervous.

Dating boys is still too advanced for me.

A seventeen-year-old girl this year is indeed at the age where she is beginning to feel romantic feelings and is prone to sentimentality.

Because she was cute and had a good personality since she was a child, Shiori received love letters almost every now and then from elementary school to high school.

However, for various reasons, the girl has never been in a relationship.

If she hadn't gotten involved in the elf incident, she might already be dating some boy by now.

"Xiao Zhen..."

A familiar voice called from behind.

The only person who would refer to himself in this way is Murasame Reine.

"Ah, Reine, I'm sorry, I'm always a little nervous."

"That's normal. Please relax. Maybe it's better to find the source of your tension."

What is the source of the tension?

"...I can't say it!"

Shiori Itsuka couldn't bring herself to say it, but just thinking about the boy's sad face when he mentioned origami last night made her heart flutter like a deer.

My boyfriend looked very sad when he mentioned his deceased "white moonlight" (a term of endearment for a woman he had a romantic relationship with).

And she, as his current girlfriend, felt inexplicably excited...

There's definitely something wrong with this!!

"...Try a little harder."

The girl took a deep breath in front of the mirror, then flashed a sweet and lovely smile: "Hi Adam, the weather's nice, wanna go out for a stroll?"

"Not bad, Xiao Zhen."

"But isn't this no different from inviting Tohka and the others out to play?"

Shiori adjusted her breathing and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Can I... go on a date with you?"

Murasame Reine watched from behind with amusement, as if she were seeing her daughter clumsily trying out her first love, and she couldn't help but smile like an aunt.

But that smile suddenly froze on his face.

Everything before my eyes felt strangely familiar.

seem……

Thirty years ago, Maou Takamiya also secretly trained in front of the mirror in order to invite herself on a date.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

"Oh well, I'd better ask the unreliable parents."

Muttering to herself, Shiori made a long-distance call and contacted her mother, who was at the AE company in Latatosk, North America.

"What! You're going to date a boy!?"

Yoko Itsuka's excited shouts came through the phone.

"Waaah, Shiori finally remembered she's a cute and adorable girl! She's so cute, but she's never really talked to boys much growing up, I was so worried! So, what kind of person is he? Is he good-looking or not—"

"Mom, please calm down."

Shiori Itsuka lamented, "It's a quest to conquer the spirits."

"Eh?"

Haruko Itsuka sighed with some disappointment.

"What... I thought Shiori's spring had finally arrived. Helping the spirits is fine, but if you don't care about yourself at all, you won't be able to find a boyfriend, okay?"

The mother and daughter, who are not related by blood, chatted intimately.

Murasame Reine listened silently beside her, like a complete outsider.

Her thoughts gradually drifted back to thirty years ago.

At that time, Haruko Itsuka lived next door to the Takamiya family and was a close friend of the Takamiya sisters.

At that time, when Mao's younger sister learned that she was going on a date with Mao, she quickly called Haruko over to teach her how to go on a date, and even chose a white dress with a sun hat for herself...

and many more!

Murasame Reine's eyes narrowed.

The scene before my eyes is so similar to what I've seen before!

The already strong sense of déjà vu became even more intense at this moment, almost solidifying and overwhelming her breath!

She stared silently at Shiori's retreating figure.

It was as if I saw Maori again.

The details from thirty years ago, like a black and white videotape, have been painted with new and vibrant colors today.

The exact same story.

The exact same dialogue.

But the person he was dating wasn't him...

Do not!

Shiori is just Shiori; she may look similar, but she is ultimately not her!