"There's a magic girl out there!
"Follow him!"
A magic girl runs the night as she receives the chaser's voice on her back.
"I know I don't need it anymore."
With the prey in hand, running on the roof of a private house.
Hehe, and the magic girl Nagitan laughed small.
White skirts and white cloaks, the magic girl goes the night.
White Girl, that's a temporary figure haunted by Soaran the Wizard imitating the Wizard Fusion in order to help Crewe and reward the Witch Society with one arrow.
However, now that we have fulfilled the confirmation and reunion of the survival of the fantasy and the safety of Krew's body has been ensured, there is no longer any reason for me to do such, worldly, delightful imitations - no, the imitations themselves.
- But still, this is how we're making a scene today.
"But look, all of a sudden he's gone, and it's also a matter of suspecting his relationship with Crewe and the functionality, yeah"
and excuse myself, but I actually just can't let go of this' entertainment '.
As a result of an investigation by the Witches Association Headquarters, we came to the conclusion that Soaran's alleged Witches Association treason was a wrongful crime, all a plot by the Wizard Javot.
Soaran was cleared and acquitted, and was allowed to return to work unchanged from the position of Vice Branch Manager of the Witches Association Cokedier Branch, and furthermore some money - including various stopping fees - came out of the association and moistened his nostalgia.
Meanwhile, Javot and his party, who hit the boss, are to be dismissed, plus the kidnapping of ordinary people and injuries, and suspicions that he was plotting treason against the Witch Society, and are to await various trials.
It all fitted in, I thought.
Soaran's ordeal was the real deal from there.
Though for a few days, the chaos in the Witch Association Caulkdier branch, which suddenly lost its top, was scattered. After hearing and cooperating in the investigation at the Association's headquarters, it was the Mountain of Unsettled Documents and the Acting Branch Manager of Semi-Cry who was waiting for Soaran to return to work.
If you ask him, he said he was dispatched to "go because it's okay" without being asked anything about the province called Cokedier.
The private secretary, Cecil, also seemed to work hard to fill the hole in Soalan's absence, but many of them could not be reached by her authority, making it a day after night task with the branch manager's deputy from the early days of her return.
Then, of course, it's stressful.
As a result, it is this magic girl business.
"No, moderate exercise is still important."
Adorable face, flickering clothes. A sense of liberation that allows you to move away from paperwork and activate magic at will.
And besides, it is. Now that Ilaja, the wizard who is the natural enemy, knows who the magic girl is and why, she won't even come on board to capture the magic girl!
Exactly comfortable, all you can play with.
At that moment when I looked up at the starry sky and thought I'd launch a single shot with fireworks,
"Wait, magic girl!
... I heard a familiar voice, wrinkled between nature and my brow.
Stop your legs, and look at your voice - there.
"Today is the day I will capture you, be ready! Put it down."
"So don't climb high and you always say, you!
There was a figure of the wizard Iraja in tears, desperately clinging to the trunk on a tree as to why he would not learn.
"By and large, you already know who I am. Why did you come after me today?"
"I..."
A slightly cold night breeze shook Iraja's hair. Not that I was invited to do that, but my cheeks are a little bit, I laugh.
The magic girl's chest jumped to the loneliness seeping into its expression.
"... Yep. I admire you. The gentle smile, the serious look on your desk, the worrying eyes on every conceal, everything, everything."
It's the 'main business' that reminds me of how she helped Soaran.
Clumsy, but straight, about her forgiving Soaran.
"In Liafiat City, I knew how I felt about Françoise, who was still in my heart, and tried to give it up once, but it didn't come true either...... when I heard you two talk and heard that you two weren't in a romantic relationship, my chest got hot, realizing at a time like this. I don't think I have a chance..."
"- If it is"
The magic girl blocked one of Ilaja's stories.
The magic girl doesn't doubt that she's adorable now. But the right place or outfit to talk about love is something else.
So the story should also be made another time.
And now, what we need to talk about, yes.
"Besides, there's no reason to show up to capture me."
"No. No!
Capturing a magic girl as a sinner means nothing more than judging the wizard Soaran, who is who she is.
That's right, you asshole - and a little short of the wizard Iraja's head (crunch), but you could have imagined that much. But she shook it big time.
Turn your determined eyes to the magical girl, and declare.
"If a loved one went the wrong way - not to look and pretend not to see! Isn't it true love to correct that sin with my own hands!
"Oh, this is a pain in the ass."
The one that's too serious and annoying.
"Yeah, yeah. So I will, with my hands, bring you - to the magic girl and bring her to full justice at the headquarters of the association!
"Oh, shit."
beh, and tongues out, but Ilaja grinned gently like the Virgin,
"It's okay, I'll see you every day."
"There are no elements that are ok as one!
At the same time as throwing up bitterly, I recall the disaster I suffered the other day at the 'main business'. In such a dark, cold, poorly fed prison, you'll never come back.
Still, Iraja doesn't seem willing to change her opinion. She put up her wand again,
"So Magic Girl, be ready - ah!
"Iraja!"
And I slipped my leg. The scepter flies out of Ilaja's hand. Listening to the sound of tree leaves rubbing against each other, the broken branches, the magic girl hastily unfolds the magic -
But.
Even faster than that, there was help that reached Ilaja.
"... Huh?
A magical light that holds Ilaja's falling body in space.
At first they were glittering like grains, and they eventually spread like a single thick silk belt, wrapping Iraja. That's every Ilaja, slowly coming down like scattered leaves, gently lowering her down to the ground.
The bands melted into the void without sound, just as they appeared.
"Who..."
Hold your breath, hold your ears (by your side) and explore the signs.
There was a sound of a magic girl treading on the ground sooner than she could find out who she was.
Turning to you, there was a shadow - white. Though it entails colors that appear in darkness as well as magical girls, its essence is roundly different. It doesn't even have some special magic on its clothes, but it contains air that doesn't dance lightly.
The man, who stuck one hand in his white pocket with his face, bent his back and picked up Ilaja's cane, said this in a completely unsafe tone.
"No, it was a dangerous place"
"Fansion!
Fansion - The Wizard Francoise. My former fiancée.
That outfit, feather-woven on a wizard's robe, is her most accustomed style. He said the other day that it wasn't a matter of vision wearing glasses, but because of years of latent life, he was restless without them.
but it's not her outfit or anything you should care about right now.
- Why is she here?
The fantion, however, smiled as she walked to Ilaja without a glance at the magic girl, offering her a wand.
"Are you hurt?
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks!
Ilaja grabs a cane by putting her hand on her chest and makes her eyes shine and thank her. Upon confirming the subject's safety, the fantion finally turned its attention to the magical girl on the roof.