Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Saint King couldn't help but ask this question, looking at the explosive smoke rising into the sky and the enormous crater that appeared on the flat ground.

　Cong Yu remained calm in the face of Saint King's questions.

　Such power was nothing to the two of them...

　However, Cong Yu also knew where Saint King's shock came from... Such destructive power should not be wielded by a magical girl.

　That's roughly the thinking.

　"What are you referring to? The magical girl's 'clone' or the one that triggered this 'explosion'?"

　Cong Yu's counter-question startled the Saint King, who then asked uncertainly, "They all exist... Do you know about that?"

　Without a doubt, that is indeed the case.

　"The clones you see, those 'clones' that feel exactly like the original, are a technique called 'Illusory Image.'"

　He began by saying this, and then very briefly summarized the principle of the technique: "You can think of it as creating a copy that has a small amount of its own power."

　A clone...wait?

　As Saint King blinked and observed the battle, Cong Yu began to explain the explosion again: "And the high-powered explosion is a technique called [Origin Interception - Brilliance]."

　"In principle, it is a non-consuming spell that can intercept magic power from other places, from the body or the outside world, and turn it into a detonation source."

　"The destructive power you see is the result of intercepting the dissipated magic power in advance, so its power is naturally great... because there is no need to worry about the consumption of magic power."

　"However, it will put a huge burden on the body."

　As she spoke, Cong Yu watched as the two magical girls, after splitting into "phantoms," threw their phantoms at the "King of Bindings" like bombs... and watched as the phantoms exploded with a huge roar.

　So that's why these people are so eager to obtain the technique of "creating illusions"... Is there really such a combo?

　Sometimes, Cong Yu really has to admire the creativity of magical girls.

　Because they are weak, they try their best to achieve what only the strong can do.

　As Cong Yu rested her chin on her hand and watched "King of Bonds" being blown into the sky, Saint King pondered for a moment: "Indeed, I can see that it has a considerable burden."

　After all, those two magical girls had countless cracked wounds all over their bodies, and they were bleeding profusely.

　Moreover, the sound of their heartbeats and breathing could be heard even by Cong Yu and Saint King, who were sitting far away.

　"Knock knock knock".

　"Huffing and puffing."

　It felt like the hearts of these two magical girls might burst at any moment... They were operating their magic at an excessive rate.

　And the pain was so intense that even his pupils were trembling.

　"..." It's terrible... All I can say about Cong Yu is that it's terrible.

　However, perhaps this is what is called a "crooked or heretical" technique... Well, saying that might be a bit of an exaggeration and a derogatory term.

　To be precise, in order to achieve certain goals, they are forcibly elevating their power to a level that does not belong to them.

　If it were Yokawa Hikaru, he could probably resolve a quarter of the "Taoshu Yobu" issue with an easier approach.

　But not everyone is Hikaru Yokawa.

　And to really say that Hikari Yokawa is a magical girl feels a little awkward... it might be a bit too much of a stretch.

　"boom!!!!!"

　In the explosion of the human bomb once again, "King of the Bound" was once again thrown high into the air by the shockwave.

　However, this time he had already reacted, nocking an arrow in mid-air and aiming it into the smoke and dust of the explosion... The magic that spread in all directions accurately pinpointed the location of the two magical girls.

　Then...

　A sharp and decisive arrow flew towards their position.

　"call out!!!"

　Like a shooting star

　A beam of light shot out instantly, the shockwave dispersing all the smoke and dust...

　The flying magic arrows sliced ​​across the earth, leaving furrows in their wake. Dust and pebbles flew into the air.

　Then...

　"Do do do!!!"

　The arrow pierced through the four imploding phantoms... The arrow's trajectory was thus deflected, and it flew straight towards Cong Yu, who was watching the show.

　Cong Yu, neither dodging nor avoiding, made no reaction.

　Finally, the arrow struck the small tail of the "Jormungandr Train" that peeked out from the air, leaving a faint white mark on its scales.

　"Ugh...cough!"

　Eileen Grenor, who had created a phantom to block the attack, almost collapsed to her knees... and she really did fall.

　He was injured entirely by his own technique.

　Neither Semaypo nor Erin Grenouille were in good condition at the moment, but there was no need to continue fighting.

　Because "King of the Bound" was really blown up.

　A quarter of the king's power was destroyed, and although it was only a quarter, it was destroyed by two magical girls who didn't have any special abilities...

　This is already a remarkable feat.

　It could probably be used to brag about for a year...

　However, it was still far from true liberation.

　……

　"Ah, that's amazing."

　As "Shuyue" said this, looking at the scattered "existence" that had returned to her body, she exclaimed with emotion, "It's actually possible."

　As he said this, he looked at the two magical girls, then glanced at "Tokusuke" and "Sukebu": "Why don't you two take a break?"

　The battles that followed were no longer within the scope of what these two little ones could do.

　"..." At this point, the two magical girls were basically unconscious. Semaepo's lips barely moved: "Is the war... over?"

　"It's coming soon."

　After receiving such a response from one of the remaining three kings... Semaebo seemed to instantly... faint.

　Since it's definitely a coma and not a relapse, a major revival round is probably unnecessary...

　An episode about a man who lost his job in jail.

　Chapter 515 Strange Brothers

　v "..."

　"crunch-"

　Saint King carefully took a bite... of the tarantula's claw.

　Deep-fried tarantulas... are a classic Southeast Asian dish that you absolutely must try if you come here.

　"how?"

　Cong Yu chuckled, holding a string of fried tarantulas in her hand as well. She looked at the Saint King, whose expression was strange, and asked for his opinion.

　"..."

　"not bad."

　Saint King made this assessment as he walked side by side with Cong Yu on the street of this small country, which was already considered advanced in Southeast Asia.

　Almost none of the war-weary humans passing by dared to approach the two... they all kept their distance.

　It's not that knowing their identities is so important...

　Well, now I know that their identities are quite remarkable.

　However, they were actually being treated as magical girls... Magical girls here are undoubtedly a high class.

　If I had to describe them, they would probably be warlords who might declare "I don't eat beef" at any moment, and there are quite a few "beasts among beasts" among them.

　It's normal to feel fear.

　In such a chaotic place, Cong Yu was happy to see these people maintain the proper respect for the two of them... otherwise, the Saint King would kill them.

　"However, I hope I can still taste some normal food."

　As he made this assessment, Saint King opened his mouth and swallowed all the spiders on the bamboo skewers. Then he saw Cong Yu lingering in front of another stall.

　Rat meat... Fine, whatever makes Cong Yu happy.

　Hopefully, the people here will handle things more cleanly.

　"..." If the current Saint King were seen by her British subordinates, they would be utterly astonished.

　How should I put it? I'd say it maintained a dignified demeanor...

　Or rather, it's the demeanor of a "king"—accompanied by servants, hunting with hawks and hounds, always so composed and elegant, whether on the battlefield or at a banquet... But now, he has completely overturned his image.

　No longer the aloof king, but like an ordinary traveler, a wanderer trying new and exciting things.

　"Hmm? Do you want it?"

　Cong Yu asked this question while handing over a skewer of dried meat that couldn't be identified as rat meat... Saint King hesitated for a moment, glancing at the dried meat that Cong Yu had taken a bite of.

　They even made her eat the leftovers.

　This is so... awesome!

　"eat."

　Responding like this, the Saint King didn't care about the rat anymore and just took it and put it in his mouth... I'll eat it! prprpr!

　"Ah, I thought you'd been king for so long that you stopped eating this kind of thing."

　As Cong Yu spoke, he looked around but couldn't find a trash can, so he had no choice but to throw the bamboo skewers on the ground.

　This country has no trash cans.

　At least not on the street.

　"It's been a long time since I've had this kind of...common food?"

　Saint King wasn't sure if he should use this approach to summarize the differences in food: "But what do you think of British culinary culture?"

　"..."

　"..."

　"Do you understand now..."

　"perhaps."

　Saint King's lips curled up slightly at Cong Yu's "probably": "Besides, it's not like we haven't eaten it before."

　To this day, she still remembers that when she and Cong Yu were being chased, they would eat almost anything.

　Frogs, mice, rabbits, and wild birds.

　Cong Yu was always able to hunt these things with precision, and then fill the two of them's stomachs with cooking methods that made people forget what those things were originally.

　Of course, this may also be related to the fact that there really wasn't much good food to eat during the era when the two of them grew up.

　A stew made with cabbage, carrots, amaranth, kale, lettuce, and vegetable roots...

　The staple food is peas... bread?

　Haha, do you want some pebbles, wheat bran, sawdust, and black bread?

　It would be nice to have some rat meat to eat, and even while on the run, Cong Yu had the leisure to cook.

　It could even be said that everything was calculated.

　When to get up, when to take a shower, when to eat, when to cover up traces, when to make misleading statements, and when to escape.

　When to poison, when to set a trap, when to launch a surprise attack to hunt down the predator...

　Although it's irregular, it's as if you can predict it in advance.

　At that time, Cong Yu, who was always calm and collected, would only show the same smile as now when the roles of "hunter and prey" were reversed.