Toyokawa Shoko doesn't want to become a witch

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This guy really knows how to talk.

Xiangzi lowered his head and gave Miaomeng a cold glance.

Miaomeng sensed something was off and looked up, intending to see Xiangzi's expression. However, Xiangzi was wearing a skirt, and instead of seeing Xiangzi's face, she saw...

Boom!

The little leather shoe kicked Miaomeng in the face, blocking Miaomeng's scheming gaze.

"Ouch—! My makeup!"

"Don't ask about the Kamahama matter." Xiangzi lifted his foot and walked to the side to sit down. "I didn't book the whole place; it was the Genmaki family who helped out."

"Oh, so you owe us a favor because of the Ryukyu incident?" Miao Meng's lips pursed into a W shape. If you ignored the shoe print on her face, the expression looked quite charming. "No wonder, no wonder."

Although Meow Dream doesn't have the memories of the previous timeline, at this point in time, the events at Ji have already ended. Moreover, this time, Chu Hua has the memories of the previous timeline and handled the situation even better than before. The String Scroll was unharmed, and there were no casualties on board.

Afterwards, Misaki Okuzawa, representing Shin Tsurumaki (the Tsurumaki Foundation), promised that everyone at Ave Mujica and MyGO would become permanent VIP clients of the Tsurumaki Foundation, enjoying premium services from all of the foundation's service industries.

The same thing happened on this trip to Africa. The reason Xiangzi flew economy class before was because he was in such a hurry to leave. The visa and the plane ticket were handled by Xianjuan at the last minute. He had already made full use of his VIP customer status just to get on the plane.

Just now, not long after Xiangzi sat down in the VIP lounge, their passports and visas were finally handed to them.

Strictly speaking, they even violated exit regulations; before receiving their passports, they were essentially illegal immigrants.

Xiangzi's family was already quite wealthy, with a fortune that 99% of people could never hope to match in their entire lives, but compared to Xianjuanxin, they were still far behind.

After Xiangzi moved his foot, Miaomeng lay on the ground for a while, sprawled out in a completely unladylike manner.

“I’m talking about Xiangzi,” Miaomeng said, lying on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Xiangzi turned his head, rested his chin on the back of his hand, crossed his legs, and looked at Miaomeng helplessly. "Can you sit up before you speak? There are no guests here, not no one here."

There were bartenders, chefs, and waiters around, and they saw everything Miaomeng did. If Xiangzi hadn't come in with Miaomeng, he really would have said he didn't know her.

"It's okay, since I'm your person." Miaomeng grinned. "It's all your fault."

"The community of shared destiny is not a tool for you to shift blame, you rotten apple." Xiangzi looked at her with disgust.

“But only when we share a common destiny can I feel that we are one.” Miao Meng sat up, crossed her legs and looked at Xiangzi. “We are ‘family’.”

It must have been incredibly unlucky of me to have gotten involved with this guy.

Xiangzi twitched the corner of his mouth and secretly rolled his eyes.

She recalled her ill-fated relationship with Miaomeng. Back then, she was homeless when Miaomeng tricked her and almost killed her. Who knew that she would inexplicably get involved with this guy again?

If it weren't for the fact that she's really good at being an intelligence agent... she seems to have no other use. After all, the only advantage that Nekomu has over others is that she's tough. After seeing Sayaka, who uses the same type of magic, Nekomu's toughness is completely outclassed by Sayaka.

Sayaka uses her Super Regeneration ability to act as a shield for the team, proactively taking on unavoidable damage. Nekomu only uses this ability to ensure she doesn't die from mistakes while escaping.

Like I said before, if it weren't for the fact that this guy had already joined the team and had indeed made some achievements in intelligence gathering... it wouldn't be because we'd spent so much time together and developed feelings for each other that I couldn't bear to kick him out. Absolutely not.

They're family or something.

That's not true at all, desuwa.

As Xiangzi pondered this, he suddenly snorted and turned his head away.

Miao Meng raised her eyebrows, looked at Xiangzi, and suddenly revealed a proud expression and a meaningful smile.

"hey-hey."

"What are you laughing at? It's disgusting. Didn't you need to touch up your makeup? Hurry up."

"Yes, yes, yes." Miaomeng got up from the carpet, took out her vanity case, walked towards the bathroom, and waved to Xiangzi, "I'm going to touch up my makeup first, giving you guys some privacy~"

Watching Miaomeng stride towards the restroom with slightly exaggerated steps, Xiangzi rubbed his forehead and sighed helplessly.

However, because Miao Meng finally quieted down for a while, Xiangzi finally had time to focus his attention on Mu.

Mu held a glass of mango juice from the buffet, sipping it slowly, looking just like a hamster drinking water.

She had light green hair, golden eyes similar to Xiangzi's with a hint of green, a pretty ribbon around her neck, and wore casual clothes with a touch of Lolita style. Brown round-toed leather shoes covered her small, delicate feet, which were covered with white socks.

Everything in Mu seemed different from usual.

But only Xiangzi and herself knew that she was not human, not a magical girl, not even a witch. She was Xiangzi's familiar, "Mortis".

Like Muhe Chuhua, Muhe and Xiangzi have become a true community of shared destiny.

Xiangzi didn't know if what he was doing was right, or if he was being too greedy, too attached to the feeling of Mu's companionship.

But she felt she would definitely regret it if she didn't do it.

She couldn't possibly wear the Seed of Lamentation as a necklace, telling everyone it belonged to someone who was once very important to her, given what she could do. She couldn't do it.

So even if turning Mu into a familiar represents another step towards Nirvana, she is willing to do it.

Xiangzi raised his head and touched Mu's hair.

Humans are selfish, aren't they?

Mu seemed to sense Xiangzi's turbulent emotions, raised his head, and looked at Xiangzi with eyes as calm as a lake.

"Xiang?" She tilted her head.

"Mu, how are you feeling? Is there anything...?" Xiangzi bit her lower lip, thinking about how to describe it appropriately, "...something that's different from before."

"No." Mu shook his head.

Apart from waking up to find herself in Xiangzi's arms and having lost some of her memories of becoming a witch, Mu didn't feel any different from before.

After Hatsuka became Dolores, one of her eyes turned gold, and her Hundred Aspects ability was enhanced once again. However, Mutsumi looked no different than before, and even her magic remained unchanged, still consisting of threads.

"I'm not feeling well."

"nor."

"..." Xiangzi didn't know what to say, and awkwardly scratched his face. "Well... anyway, it's good that nothing happened."

Mu lowered her eyes again and sipped her mango juice slowly.

Xiangzi didn't go to get anything; she just sat quietly in her seat, watching Mu drink her juice, as if that was enough for her.

The waiters were all doing their own thing, even though the few customers didn't seem to be coming to them at all.

The huge lounge was extremely quiet.

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slam-la-

One hand turned on the tap.

After using makeup remover, Miaomeng washed her face and then wiped it clean with bathroom tissues before starting to apply makeup again.

"Xiangzi really doesn't hold back. All my makeup was ruined by that one step." Miaomeng muttered to herself as she applied foundation in front of the mirror. "Not to mention, suddenly dragging someone to Africa, what's the point?"

While complaining, Miao Meng's hands were not idle at all, each holding a different cosmetic to apply makeup to herself.

This is a technique she occasionally uses in her live streams, because she's ambidextrous; drawing circles with her left hand and squares with her right is effortless for her. Showing off her skills occasionally earns her a lot of likes and donations. However, she never uses it in makeup tutorials; teaching something that others can't learn is pointless.

“She seemed like a different person after going to Kamahama… No, on my birthday, she and Hatsuko seemed like different people, and so did Mutsuko…” Nyan’s eyes slowly dimmed. “Coming back from the future… This isn’t a movie, who would believe that? And she left me alone in the reeds.”

Gradually, the hands that were applying makeup stopped.

She leaned against the sink, looking at her face in the mirror.

The face, freshly made up, didn't look particularly stunning; at best, it was passable. The beautiful appearance one usually presents to others is all thanks to makeup.

Although her fans, being a beauty blogger, certainly know what she looks like without makeup, compared to Xiangzi, Mu, Chuhua, and even Hailing, whose faces are considered "pretty" and "beautiful" even without makeup, she still looks too ordinary.

Miao Meng suddenly showed a disgusted expression as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"They're distancing themselves from you, don't you feel it?" She pointed at the person in the mirror and poked the mirror with her finger. "You know you're not good enough for them, right? This so-called community of destiny is just a game. She and Mutsuko and Hatsuko are family. And you? What are you? You almost ruined them."

After Xiangzi returned from Shenbin, their harmonious relationship seemed even better. This intimacy between family members was something Miaomeng could only envy.

She doesn't deserve to be envious.

Not just her face, everything about her seemed so ordinary compared to theirs.

It's not just ordinary, it's also very inferior.

She was still aware of what she had done.

Miaomeng leaned against the sink and let out a long sigh.

You are so radiant, so captivating~

The phone lying to the side suddenly rang, its ringtone being the Rolling Stones' "Street of Love." Miao Meng picked it up and saw it was Jill calling.

She pressed the call button and held it to her ear.

"Hey, what do you want, you old woman, calling so early in the morning?"

After a few words were spoken on the other end of the phone, Miaomeng's expression instantly became quite interesting.

"Oh? You're going to Paris?"

The Tale of Reincarnation: The Path of Fall, the Road of No Return: Chapter 572 The Information Cocoon

After a while, Miaomeng finished her makeup and came out of the bathroom.

"Why did it take you so long?" Xiangzi asked.

“Reapplying makeup won’t take long.” Miao Meng rolled her eyes. “You left such a big shoe print on my face, I have to remove it all and redo it.”

"Should I apologize?" Xiangzi raised an eyebrow.

"Then it's not necessary. After all, I asked for it." Miao Meng sat down opposite Xiang Zi again, holding a tablet computer in her hands, and looked at Xiang Zi with a serious expression. "After we land, you plan to go straight to your destination, right? I bet that's what you'll do."

Xiangzi nodded.

“Casablanca is so famous, I was hoping to explore it properly, but never mind.” Miao Meng sighed. “Let’s get straight to the point.”

Miaomeng flipped the tablet computer 180 degrees and pushed it in front of Xiangzi.

"About Medine?"

“Hmm.” Miaomeng nodded. “But before we talk about Medien, we need to start with this person. Be prepared, because what I’m about to say might not be so easy to accept.”

"What aspects are hard to accept?" Xiangzi picked up the tablet.

The first picture above is not the Medine that Xiangzi wanted to see, but someone else.

A well-dressed Arab man, wearing a dark green German-style military uniform, with various badges hanging on his shoulders and chest, looked like someone who was not ordinary.

"Hiss... In short, it's not quite the same as the things we usually encounter," Miaomeng said ambiguously.

"What is this person's connection to Medien and the Odeonists?" Xiangzi asked, pointing to the person in the photo.

“We live in the world of ‘magical girls’ all year round, and we come into contact with products of the ‘magical girl world.’ Whether it’s witches, familiars, or the accidents they cause, we can trace these things using ‘magical girl methods,’” Miao Meng said.

"And then?" Xiangzi tilted his head.

“If Medion is a magical girl—even if she became a magical girl many, many years ago and has now become a magical aunt, that’s fine. As long as she is from this world, we can’t possibly not find any trace of her.”

"You mean you didn't find it?"

"Not only me, but even the other Protagonists in charge of intelligence couldn't find them."

"...What do you mean?" Xiangzi frowned.

She didn't quite understand what "Meow Dream" meant.

Miaomeng snapped her fingers and continued.

"Many magical girls believe that the universal human society and the 'world of magical girls' are two different worlds, but in fact they are not. We are another world that is parasitic on human society."

"Of course I know that," Xiangzi said, sounding a little impatient.

This guy is so good at keeping people in suspense.

"So what exactly are you trying to say?"

"All information related to Medien was obtained through channels in the ordinary world, that is to say..."

Miao Meng slammed her hand on the table and stood up excitedly.

"She was an ordinary person, an 'ordinary person' who caused destruction wherever she went."

"Wherever she goes, destruction follows?" Xiangzi sat up straight instinctively. "What did she do?"

“She didn’t do anything; she was just an observer,” Miao Meng said, pointing to the image on the tablet in Xiangzi’s hand.