Sakura Emma, ​​I'm going to control you fiercely!

Emma is so popular not only because the gods are sending her to put out fires everywhere, but also because of this Instagram post.

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This Instagram post was published yesterday, right when the deity was running around the entire city.

It seems like... someone just snapped a picture of it casually. Who would have thought it would go viral!

She opened the comments.

[Wow, real photos of a magical girl!] [Is it an AI?] [She doesn't seem as good as Cinnabar.] [But Cinnabar isn't as sexy as her! Look at that strapless top, that skirt, those white tights!] [Is this another popular character at the anime convention?]

Emma turned off her phone and curled up in the shadows. She still had a few small cakes in her arms.

Thankfully, the gods aren't here. Otherwise, seeing myself in this pathetic state would definitely disappoint me...

But there's one thing Emma just has to say:

"My Lord, you've used too much force!!!"

With the help of the gods, he has indeed become more popular. And he is much closer to his wish of having "100 friends".

After a morning of "Oh, hi-yo"... Emma suddenly felt that only this dark corner was suitable for her.

"...As expected, I'm destined to be a villain. I deserve to be a Pochi-chan forever..."

After wallowing in self-pity for a while, the girl suddenly slapped her cheeks and cheered herself up again.

This incident also strengthened her resolve somewhat:

Although the god went a bit overboard, I've definitely become more popular now!

Therefore, in order to help Him, and in order to better understand Him—

"Sakura Emma, ​​here we come!"

The girl stood up and ate the pastries that some magical girl senior had given her in a few bites, then straightened her dress!

Target—the library!

Emma Sakuraba entered the automatic door of the Demon Bureau without any distraction.

"Ah, isn't this Shinigami-chan? Here, have a little cake."

"Good morning, senpai... Waaah..."

Emma's aggressive steps froze instantly, like a cat whose scruff of the neck had been grabbed.

……

……

On the way to the library, Emma received a few more small pieces of bread.

Emma couldn't possibly let down the kindness and generosity of her seniors. So she forced herself to eat, even though she was already full.

"I hope I won't gain weight..."

Muttering to herself about this, Emma patted her flat stomach. She had planned to go into the library.

thumping!

But by accident, he bumped into someone.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going..."

Immediately, a tearful apology came from the other party.

Emma, ​​however, paid no attention and quickly looked at her clothes.

After being given a "witch's kiss mark" last time, Emma has developed a psychological trauma regarding "collisions".

Although the deity said that she had helped Him, Emma still tried her best not to hold Him back.

"Phew... thank goodness, I didn't get any on me."

She breathed a sigh of relief.

To someone else, it meant something else entirely.

"Waaah, waaah..."

A barely audible sob.

"Wow... am I really that dirty?"

"!"

Emma was stunned.

She suddenly remembered that she had accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that!"

Emma quickly helped her up and then patted her clothes.

Only then did Emma have the opportunity to see the crying girl in her entirety.

She had a rose gold, waist-length, her hair styled in a hee-style cut; she wore a pure white nun's habit with black lace trim on the cuffs.

The most striking aspect, however, is not actually the unusual nun's habit...

Emma's gaze involuntarily drifted down from the other woman's delicate face, which was streaked with tears.

Then, she looked down at her airport, which was flat as a board and big enough to land a plane.

"..."

how to say?

We're the same age. Why are others like that, but I'm like this?

"Ha..." Emma sneered, sighing that the world was truly unfair.

If only the gods could make her stronger, and also make some other part of her "stronger" as well.

"I'm sorry... Did I do something wrong again?"

Noticing Emma's disdainful expression, the nun immediately offered another apology.

"No... Oh, never mind! I'm so sorry!!!"

Emma simply bowed.

The nun also bowed, weeping.

The apologies from both sides, one after the other, were delivered with no room for compromise, subtly creating a kind of competition!

They remained deadlocked for more than five minutes, until both of them were quite hoarse from talking...

The "confrontation" only ended when Emma offered a small cake to the nun who was nearly kneeling in reverence.

"Th-thank you..."

The nun carefully tore open the cake packaging, smiled at Emma, ​​and began to eat it in small bites.

Emma breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um... my name is Sakura Emma."

"Uh-huh?"

Whether it was Emma's imagination or not, the nun seemed quite surprised when she heard her name.

"Are you Emma Sakuraba? You're quite famous..."

"Haha...no, not at all." Emma scratched her head sheepishly.

The nun tidied her slightly disheveled hair, rested her hand on her ample bosom, and smiled sweetly at her.

"Hello, Ms. Sakuraba. My name is Meru Himeko. It's nice to meet you!"

"Hmm...then I'll call you 'Meruru-chan'!"

Emma smiled and nodded.

And the name felt vaguely familiar.

"Sorry, um... I have something to do right now..." Meruru said, her voice hesitant to speak.

Emma noticed that her legs were together and understood what was going on.

"Okay! Take care, Meruru-chan!"

Goodbye, Miss Sakuraba!

After saying goodbye, Emma headed towards the library.

She's such a wonderful person; she seems so gentle.

Emma saw a glimmer of maternal instinct in Meruru.

Moreover, the other person's name sounded very familiar, as if I had heard it somewhere before. Perhaps it was fate that brought them together—

despair!

A second before stepping into the library, she froze in place.

Emma suddenly remembered where she had first heard the name "Meruru"...

Merlu on Ice.

The deity just uttered that name in his office last night.

She is not only the director of the Demon Administration Bureau, but also—a witch under the Great Witch!

A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Emma turned around abruptly, but the nun was nowhere to be seen in the empty corridor.

Volume 1: Chapter 39 The Principle of Circles

Ring ring ring—

The school bell that signals the end of class can also be faintly heard on the student street.

Yang Wen walked briskly down the student street. The sparse crowd and the free sunlight made him feel relaxed and carefree.

It wasn't a class I liked, so I skipped it!

Moreover, he had more important things to do than attend classes.

Looking down at the text message that had just arrived on his phone:

[Courier service to your door, come and pick it up quickly.]

The same phone number as the courier who delivered the "Judgment" merchandise last time.

In other words, I can receive money again today.

Yang Wen is not a boarding student, but a day student. The apartment is located in the university town.

It's not far from the school, but it's not exactly close either; it's about a fifteen-minute walk.

A short while later, Yang Wengang arrived at his door and was about to take out his key when he saw a thin piece of paper on the door.

Click—

Upon entering the house and locking the door, Yang Wen eagerly opened the envelope.

This time, the thin envelope naturally contained no gifts, but rather two things:

It was a check, with a note that read "Partial Reward from the First Chapter of the Demonic Politics Bureau".

1w.

The other item was a letter. The signature was exactly the same as the previous one:

【round】

After carefully putting away the check, Yang Wen opened the letter.

Yang Wen briefly summarized the letter's content: "The Judgment" is currently running a limited-time event, and he was asked to log in and check it out. There would be an extra monetary reward upon completion.

He began to have doubts:

Isn't Judgment a single-player open-world game? Why is it a limited-time event with an MMO style?

Yang Wen pondered for two seconds...