Magical Girl in the Superhero World

The little owl "Coo-Coo" nodded: "That's right, Little Mistflower. Her code name has never been registered with the Ministry of Magic, and her magic is extremely dangerous and aggressive."

"To be honest, of all the magical girls I've met in my limited life, she's the most special one. How should I describe it? Well, she's just weird."

"If she's a new magical girl, her strength is simply too great. Her danger level is at least D+, and her magic power might even be C+!"

"Therefore, it is more likely that they came from overseas."

The little white dove on Bai Xiaoxiao's shoulder nodded repeatedly, expressing its deep agreement.

"If you run into her again, be careful. That girl seems difficult to get along with."

It still remembers the first time they met, the other party gave its Xiaoxiao a test of her abilities. She was arrogant and her behavior was unpredictable.

Contrary to the attitude of the companion magic spirit, Bai Xiaoxiao had a good impression of the gray-haired girl.

She said, "After all, she helped us. It would be wrong for us to talk badly about her behind her back."

Wuhua nodded, still holding the owl. "Without her help, the two of us alone probably wouldn't be a match for that witch."

"No matter what, I'll have to thank her again when I have the chance."

"Go back first, Xiaoxiao. You can sleep at my house tonight."

"May I...?"

"No problem, my house is very big."

Just as Bai Xiaoxiao was about to agree, her phone vibrated in her skirt pocket. She took it out and unlocked it.

Mo Xiaochuan: "Xiaoxiao, my brother is home. I'll tell you a secret: he actually went to New Europe to inject Compound 9! Oh my god, I can't imagine how Dad will scold him tomorrow."

"And my eldest brother and second sister, they'll definitely be very angry when they find out."

Saionji Kirika, standing nearby, noticed Bai Xiaoxiao's expression shift from joy to anger and worry, and asked with some confusion:

"Whose message was this?"

Bai Xiaoxiao quickly shook her head and turned off her phone: "It's nothing, just something at home..."

"I'm sorry, Senior Wuhua, I'm planning to go home and rest today."

Saionji Kirika blinked gently, seemingly understanding something, and nodded: "Hmm, it's alright, I'll have the driver take us back together."

"The Ministry of Magic is on its way; they'll take care of getting your friend to the hospital."

"That's troublesome." Bai Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

at the same time.

Outside the abandoned school auditorium.

The gray-haired girl stood quietly behind the door, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, listening to their entire conversation.

Only then did he slowly turn and leave.

"Eavesdropping is very unethical, but I'm making an exception to ensure my identity isn't revealed."

She wasn't worried about Bai Xiaoxiao having an accident going home alone.

Chapter Eight: Past and Present

Two years ago.

Mo Zhen remembers the day Bai Qiushi died: the sky was dark and the rain was pouring down, sounding like a typhoon was passing through.

“…”

In the mourning hall, Mo Xiaochuan and Bai Xiaoxiao huddled together beside the coffin, unwilling to leave. They didn't even know how long they had been crying.

When Mo Zhen arrived from school, the person in charge at the gate gently apologized to him:

"I'm sorry, child, by the time our people arrived, it was too late."

Where is my father?

The boy stood outside the mourning hall, holding an umbrella.

Upon hearing this, the heavily armed officer apologized again: "I'm sorry, we didn't know."

Mo Zhen could only take a deep breath and walk into the mourning hall.

He looked at the black and white portrait on the coffin for a long time before slowly closing his umbrella, revealing his rain-soaked hair and face.

Those glasses held not a trace of emotion, only a calm and numb expression.

I can't cry.

At that moment, Mo Zhen felt like a freak several times because he felt no emotion whatsoever when facing his adoptive mother who treated him like her own son.

He simply carried Mo Xiaochuan and Bai Xiaoxiao to the lounge.

Then a person stood beside the coffin, without saying a word.

Only the fingers hanging at the waist trembled slightly.

"elder brother..."

At some point, Bai Xiaoxiao, who was only twelve years old, was wearing a white dress, her hair was disheveled, and she was clutching Mo Zhen's clothes tightly in her hands.

She looked up, her face streaked with tears: "Where's Daddy..."

Mo Zhen opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say. She simply leaned down and hugged the other person in silence.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

"Um..."

Bai Xiaoxiao buried her head in his arms and began to sob softly again.

It took Mo Zhen quite a while to coax her back to sleep. Then, standing under the eaves filled with rain and mist, he dialed the phone again and again.

Don't worry, the line is busy!

Mo Jin'an, busy!

Bai Zhixia, busy!

"Where did they all go?!"

Mo Zhen didn't understand. He paced back and forth, but dared not complain loudly, for fear of waking Bai Xiaoxiao, who had finally fallen asleep.

It wasn't until dawn that a man in a suit found Mo Zhen, who was sleeping and leaning against the coffin.

He was a young man who didn't look much older than Mo Zhen, at most seventeen or eighteen years old, with black hair and a small bun at the back of his head.

He spoke in a formal and measured tone: "Hello, Mr. Mo Zhen, I am Li Xuanye."

"As per your father's arrangements, I will handle the funeral arrangements for you and ensure the safety of all three of you."

Mo Zhen looked up at him.

"Any other questions? I'll answer any questions that aren't outside of my confidentiality scope," Li Xuanye asked.

How did my mother die?

"Sorry, I don't know."

Li Xuanye's answer was sincere, but it was no different from everyone else's.

Where are my father and the others?

"Their whereabouts are unknown, and we are unable to contact them."

"Do my father and his family have special status?"

"Yes, but their identities are confidential, so I can't say."

"..." Mo Zhen remained silent for a moment, then finally managed to utter only, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Although the two were not talking loudly, their conversation still woke Bai Xiaoxiao up.

Bai Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes as she walked out of the lounge. Still half asleep, she was not fully awake and just instinctively wanted to find her brother.

Lee Hyeon-yeop: "If there are no other issues, please come with me to sign the confirmation contract for the cemetery plot."

"Ah."

Mo Zhen stood up and followed him to sign the contract.

Suddenly, Bai Xiaoxiao hugged his waist tightly from behind.

Mo Zhen turned around and saw Bai Xiaoxiao clutching his clothes tightly, her eyes red and swollen: "Brother...don't you want us anymore either?"

"Don't leave Xiaoxiao behind..."

As she spoke, she buried her head behind him and started crying again.

...

Let's leave the memories here.

Mo Zhen walked out of the alley near her home, rubbed her temples, and had already deactivated her transformation state. She then secretly climbed back into the house from the backyard.

"Hey, bro."