Mr. Magical Girl

Chapter 70. About O-Association and Linshua

On the Great Barrier, two kids are standing.

One boy, one girl.

At first glance, it looks like they’re just sightseeing on the barrier, but the reality is far from that.

The boy’s translucent body is floating about a foot above the ground, while the girl, with her long, black hair fluttering in the wind, sits at the edge of the barrier, swinging her legs like a child.

If it weren’t for the boy’s transparency, it would seem like a sweet scene of bored kids waiting for their parents—like a daughter getting impatient while waiting for Dad and swinging her legs.

However, if you were to call her name and catch her attention, you’d realize that something was fundamentally off.

Just how unpleasant can a being so similar to a human feel?

Nose, mouth, ears, the shape of her face—everything is human-like.

Even her pale skin can be understood as such, if you think of it that way.

But it’s her eyes that ruin the impression. Her purple eyes, filled with countless glowing orbs, shine like stars in the night sky.

Those purple eyes spin wildly within the widened eyelids, appearing more like purple beads than actual eyeballs. The movements are impossible if there were muscles or optic nerves attached.

The rapidly spinning purple sphere draws strange lines with the white glowing orbs inside.

She turns her head and speaks to the boy.

“Has Dad come?”

“Yes. We just finished our  communication.”

“Dad’s here! Yay!”

She gets up, dusts off her skirt with both hands, and stops the rotation of her eyes.

The strange atmosphere surrounding her disappears, and the energy of the girl that matches her appearance begins to be felt.

The only change was that she narrowed her eyelids again and stopped the spinning of her eyes.

“I also want to talk to Dad. I wish I had telepathy too.”

As she says this, she walks along the wide barrier and thinks.

‘Being human is inconvenient. Why do we have to  communicate closely to understand each other?’

‘Emotions don’t connect well either, and I can’t even enjoy the beautiful world in front of me.’

‘Is it because Dad isn’t human anymore? He seems to feel similarly.’

Her unmasked inner thoughts spread around her.

Perhaps because she is young, the unguarded emotional waves made the nearby monsters flinch.

“Lady Linshua, you shouldn’t disperse your inner thoughts like that.”

“Can’t I think my own thoughts freely? Ugh!”

“Isn’t it troublesome for the people around you?”

“Tch. Dad never said that. He often bursts with feelings himself.”

Linshua, the leader of an association, said this with a twisted expression.

A pout that fits her age.

The translucent boy, looking somewhat awkward, opened his mouth.

“I’ll prepare a meeting for you to see Haram.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It seems you’ll stay with us, so there should be some time to prepare a spot.”

“I don’t want to meet secretly.”

“Please hold on a little longer. If the Association recognizes the rights of monsters and forms an alliance with us…”

‘Isn’t it because we’re working so hard for him?’

‘We’d like to do it peacefully if possible, but if we have to draw blood…’

His additional words shot toward Linshua.

An additional means of communication among monsters. The inner language.

Not every monster possesses this trait, but due to the nature of the Otherworld where physical laws are broken, it is the most basic means necessary for communication.

There are many cases where there isn’t a medium to convey voices, so this basic level of telepathy is primarily possessed by specific species.

But perhaps because Linshua was implanted with humanity, even though she’s mature enough, she sometimes tends to let her inner language slip freely without a lock.

“Yeah. I want to live with Dad again soon.”

Surely, someday they will be able to live together again.

Linshua thought as she gazed at the black tower.

She began to think about the Association.

The group of villains who killed her biological parents and took away her Dad.

Thanks to her education in the association, she realized it wasn’t a group of pure villains, but it was a group that prevented her from meeting both her physical and mental parents.

A group of villains who kept her from meeting Dad.

“Ren Sua, the Association is a target that needs to be brought down.”

Huh? Isn’t that harsh?

“Yes, while no one can hear it, they certainly hate them.

I’ve mentioned it countless times, but the Association exists for Earth to continue to live. This is a very rare case. If you think about the countless worlds that perished in the first attack… We also aim to worm into the Association’s system through this incident. We have no intention of destroying the Association itself.”

Could it be that her hatred toward the Association is leaking out?

The translucent boy, sweating with passion, began preaching to Linshua.

Linshua had heard this sermon repeatedly.

‘I know! I won’t destroy everything! I’ve heard it so many times, I get it!’

‘That’s a relief, but…’

‘I know that already!’

Linshua’s thoughts began to lock deep inside her, preventing others from hearing them.

It was a justified act that Dad killed her parents. Given that the invading monsters were aimed at taking lives, it was natural.

Even so, her Dad tried to expel her parents. He wouldn’t take lives if he could help it.

The reason her biological parents died at Dad’s hands was simply because they couldn’t be cut off from her.

There’s no reason for Dad to suffer over that.

He always bore it in his heart without having to suffer.

The feelings of sadness that passed every time he looked at her.

I already know everything.

Her parents’ failure was, in some sense, due to their obsession with living together.

That ambiguous feeling is what caused both her Dad and her parents to suffer.

“If only I could just leave it to Dad and go back. Would that be fine? What do you think about that?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

Huh? Nothing.

Looking at the empty space, Linshua turned her face.

Her purple eyes spun.

Rapidly rotating inside her eyes, the starlight formed a round pattern.

Holding still, she raised her hand.

To nothing,

to the place where I exist.

[“Disappear, Narrator.”]

Swoosh.

[End]*

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