Shirou, who returned from the Fairy Kingdom

I didn't jump to this era specifically to help you.

Next, I'm going to kill my sister, okay?

That's right, kill them again.

If I had to give a reason, there wouldn't be any particular one.

It's definitely not that they suddenly regretted sending you to 1989.

It's not that I felt deceived after careful consideration. If I just wanted to heal your old wounds, there were clearly other ways besides having oranges make containers.

It's definitely not because of those things, is it?

I came into this era simply to witness—

Shirou.

If you have the power to change the past, then try to stop me!

Of course, you couldn't possibly do that, right?

You can only choose one: a pearl or an orange.

By choosing Kuonji Aratsumi, you've essentially announced your abandonment of Orange Sister.

Aoko regretfully swung her hand chop at the unresisting puppeteer—

But her arm remained suspended in mid-air, no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge.

"What exactly happened...?"

Aozaki Aoko gasped.

A person who should never have been here—Shirou—stood behind Aoko.

The unconscious Kuonji Aratsu was carried on Shirou's back. He reached out and gripped the executioner's hand that was about to swing down.

Aozaki Touko's weak, upright face also showed a look of astonishment; she was also very surprised by the boy's appearance.

The puppeteer cast his gaze further into the distance—and saw a familiar golden giant shadow, the large dog that Orange had kept in the old school building and which had been missing since last night.

...So that's how it is, he rode Beo here!?

In terms of time, if one were to ride Beo, which is capable of running at subsonic speeds on land, it would be possible to make it from the mansion to the old school building.

But that arrogant Beo actually allowed someone to ride on his back?

Even if I wanted to ride it, he probably wouldn't agree...

Upon closer inspection, one can see that their own golden beast is staring at Shirou's back with a look of both fear and unease.

It seems she's been given a good scolding, Aozaki Touko said with a wry smile.

The conversation from before came to mind.

"Shirou, you probably feel deep down that you're not qualified to consider yourself neutral, right?"

But the moment you said those words, your heart was already biased, wasn't it?

"No. I won't let you kill Aoko, and I won't allow Aoko to kill you either."

Now, Shirou has truly come to fulfill his promise.

Aozaki Touko sighed softly: "Really... I'm completely defeated by you, Shirou."

"It seems that there are no problems with Yuzhu's side."

Although Aoko was momentarily flustered by Shirou's appearance, she quickly regained her composure.

Just keep pretending to be 17-year-old Aoko.

Shirou doesn't know she's "Aoko from the future," so he just needs to pretend to be "Aoko, a high school student who used magic to advance her body and experience by 10 years."

Aozaki Aoko neither turned around nor looked at the wrist that was being grabbed, and spoke with a relaxed expression.

"But I'm still quite surprised. I didn't expect you to get here so quickly."

Hehe...Are you really that worried about my safety? I'm so happy~!

Shirou: "…………"

"Say something! Why aren't you saying anything? It's a little scary."

Aoko felt a strange sense of unease, but she didn't know the source of this anxiety.

"If you're not going to say anything, then let go of my hand and stop getting in my way...!"

After the chestnut-haired girl uttered those threatening words, Shirou loosened his grip on her wrist, but—

He grabbed Aoko's shoulder, turned her around, and made her face him.

His serious expression suggested that something important was about to be announced.

The chestnut-haired girl frowned, her expression displeased: "What exactly do you want? Stop messing around—"

"Aoko, I really like how you look in your uniform."

"What……?"

Aoko looked incredulous, while Shirou said earnestly:

"No matter how old you are, you still look great in a high school uniform... You're so cute and pretty."

"What...what are you saying...!?"

A hint of panic flashed in his blue eyes.

Wait, did Shirou already realize that I'm actually "the future Aoko"...?

Impossible! Didn't he kiss... *sigh* this morning?

Before Aoko could react, Shirou, carrying Ayumi on his back, took a step forward and kissed her lips.

Aoko: "!?!?!?"

Orange: "...This is really something."

Youzhu: "...Zzzz"

This time, Shirou didn't use his tongue to pass on any medicine or anything like that—

It was just a simple kiss.

Shirou supported Aoi's buttocks, which were lying behind him, with one hand, and hugged Aoko with the other.

He even closed his eyes, leaving only Aoko staring blankly with wide eyes.

"——————"

A few seconds later, when Shirou opened his eyes again—

That murderous mage is nowhere to be found.

Only a cute 25-year-old high school girl with her cheeks and ears flushed red stared at Shirou with an incredibly resentful look.

"…………Fool?"

Volume 2, Chapter 143: The Witch's Deep Regret

One hour ago, at the center of the fairy realm "Rosehound".

"You...you really won't kill me?"

The werewolf boy, Beowulf, lay trembling on the ground, looking up at the red-haired boy with fear.

Shirou extended his hand to him while smiling.

"Really, really, Orange told me to make sure we get along well if I see you."

Where was there any indication that you wanted to get along with me just now?!

Beowulf couldn't help but roar inwardly, but he didn't dare say it aloud.

As a perfect creature, the golden wolf suffered its first defeat in the battle just now, and also experienced the first fear in its life.

It's not as simple as being killed nine times by Shirou in an instant.

Beowulf is a being born from a planet and raised by werewolves (elves), and therefore possesses a wildness far beyond that of ordinary people.

At this moment, his instincts are transmitting a fact to his brain:

By now, Shirou has probably slaughtered countless of Beowulf's brethren—

In a certain world, a boy known as the "Fairy Slayer" could kill himself with ease if he truly wanted to.

"…………"

So the wolf lowered its proud head.

Seeing this, Shirou gripped Beowulf's hand tightly, pulled him up from the ground, and said with a happy expression:

"Okay, then we're friends."

"Friends?"

"Yes, you don't want to?" Shirou asked.

Beowulf shook his head instinctively, but a sense of confusion arose in his heart.

They were enemies fighting each other until just a minute ago, so why can he say such things so calmly?

Wait a minute… the werewolf boy suddenly thought of something.

Is this what Orange often refers to as... "the composure of the strong"?

Because they are so strong, they don't need to care about worldly opinions or other people's feelings at all...

Beowulf's eyes widened.

The simple and completely carefree werewolf never cares about the good or evil of humans or the good or bad of werewolves.

This beautiful beast was completely oblivious to its surroundings; it simply unilaterally despised all other creatures except itself.

The only exception was his owner, Touko Aozaki.

Because she would give herself shiny or delicious things, and her scent made the werewolf feel very comfortable.

Beowulf's only criterion for preference is simply "handsome" or "not handsome".

Hobbies, appearance, gender, and the like are irrelevant to Golden Wolf's world.

In Beowulf's eyes, Aozaki Touko was very cool.

He found certain aspects of her lifestyle and tone of voice "cool," and despite her many quirky habits, the werewolf boy saw her as a human with a pleasant scent.

no doubt--

Shirou is also one of the very handsome types.

Not only is he incredibly strong, but despite looking like a child like me, with an even more childish baby face, he exudes a particularly mature and ancient aura.

Shirou... no... he might even be more handsome than Touko! Because that guy can be really petty and calculating sometimes!

If he hadn't reverted to human form but remained in his golden beast form, the werewolf boy would probably be happily wagging his tail right now.

Friend... friend... becoming a human's friend seems like a good idea...

"Shirou... Shirou! Shall we be friends?"

"Okay, may I call you Beo?"

"Of course! Just call me Beo!"

Golden Wolf said excitedly, "It looks just like the little dog that greets its owner when they come home from get off work."

He grabbed Shirou's hand and ran up the mountain.

"Shirou, let's go! Let's kill the big sister in the thick fog, and then leave this awful place together!"

Shirou: "…………"

Beo: "…………I’m sorry, I was just kidding."