"You really are Ren-chan after all… you know magical girls so well! That's amazing!"
To the shock of Sona and Tsubaki, in just a few minutes Ren and Serafall fell into a "we should've t ages ago" conversation. They sat facing each other as if discussing sothing profoundly stirring. Especially Serafall—her small hands clasped and unclapped, her mood written across her face.
But if one actually listened to their conversation, they'd end up speechless.
That's it? That's what you're talking about?
Magical girls?
This utterly defied Serafall's identity as a Maou and even made Sona feel total embarrassnt.
It's one thing to like magical girls. Everyone has hobbies.
Sona had no right to question her older sister's tastes.
What struck Sona dumbstruck was that her big sister walked around school dressed in magical girl outfits—complete with wand—calling people "Sona‑tan, Sona‑chan". That blew her mind.
Consider how people view Sona at school: serious, fair, always prefect‑level student council president material—soone eting her would imdiately straighten up.
If those sa people found out the casually‑flirty magical‑girl girl was Sona's sister—they'd never let her live it down.
"I never expected… Mr. Ren and my sister could bond so well."
Sona forced a smile.
Only Tsubaki knew the inner turmoil in Sona's heart. She had overheard Serafall ntion "little sister".
Sona imagined Serafall doing that with her—an image she couldn't bear.
"President, my condolences…"
Tsubaki whispered, finishing the sentence after several pauses.
What else could she say?
Sona: "…"
At that mont, Serafall seed oblivious to Sona's inner crisis and continued talking:
"Magic girl Lyrical Nanoha… I didn't expect the magical girl stories from your world to be this interesting, hehe… Ren, would you be interested in writing a magical girl script? Then we could collaborate on an ani…"
"No no no… I'm not interested in that…"
"That's such a sha. So Ren, do you have any magical‑girl manga? Since I'm in the human world now, I could use sothing to do. Reading manga sounds nice."
"If you ever have ti I can draw sothing for you. Don't worry, I won't disappoint! I've been thinking up a hopeful, redeeming story that's super uplifting!"
Serafall's eyes widened with expectation when Ren promised so wholeheartedly.
Before she could continue, Ren patted her shoulder and said:
"If you ever get so moved that you cry, rember to send a photo! I'll set off fireworks to celebrate—sothing the whole town of Kuoh can see!"
Serafall: "???"
The previous line was okay, but now…sothing's off here?
You're celebrating fireworks because I cried?
Still, Serafall didn't dwell. She simply looked forward to that manga.
"It's getting late. We should be going. Oh, these fallen angels were captured by Luce‑chan saying they might be useful to you. So I brought them along. And that white‑haired one is the current White Dragon Emperor of this generation."
As she spoke, Serafall hesitated for a mont.
Honestly, she wanted to ask Ren for the fallen angels, but she thought—they talked well, but that doesn't an they're close.
If she asked, he might refuse and it could lead to awkwardness.
So she decided to act indifferent—pretend she knows nothing.
Though it was a pity the White Dragon Emperor wasn't siding with the devils.
She wondered what chaos Ren—such an uncertain factor—could stir up.
With that thought, Serafall glanced back toward Ren.
As if reading her thoughts, Ren offered a gentle smile.
"Is sothing wrong?"
"Nothing…"
Serafall pursed her lips and pushed aside those thoughts, then continued:
"I'll leave now with my Sona‑chan. Please take care of in the future, Ren-chan."
"If there's anything you need, feel free to ask… though whether I'll help is another matter."
"You don't need to add that last sentence, Ren-chan is not cute!"
Serafall rolled her eyes. One mont they were talking happily; the next he basically told her to go away. n really are rciless—and my Sona‑chan is the best!
Thinking this, Serafall waved and began to leave.
But just as she opened the door, a familiar face appeared.
Azazel, looking like a disheveled uncle, greeted Serafall with a grin:
"Yo! Long ti no see, Serafall. Looks like you're doing fine these days!"
"Azazel—"
Serafall was not so polite. Her eyes widened, wand poised to strike him.
At this, Azazel quickly backed off waving his hands.
"No—I didn't co to fight. It's just so of my people ended up in the hands of the owner of this shop. At any rate, I need to get them back…"
Azazel glanced past Serafall into the shop as he spoke.
Undoubtedly, those low-class fallen angels might not matter much to him—but because of Vali, he absolutely had to co.
Maybe when he sent Vali to Kuoh Town, he had a feeling it would go badly.
"Besides, Serafall, you don't want to get into a fight here with ."
As if hinting sothing, Serafall paused mid‑swing.
Looking back at Ren's amused expression, she slowly lowered her wand.
Azazel nodded and strode past her into the shop.
But the mont he stepped inside, his smile vanished.
In Ren's arms sat a black-haired little girl.
Ren was feeding her a piece of crystal—finger still inside her mouth.
Seeing Azazel, the black-haired girl—Ophis—waved and said:
"Hi, Azazel. Long ti no see. touched?"
Azazel: "…"
Frozen in place.
Let not move…
Where did she ca from? How co I didn't know Ophis is here.
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