Sister Rescue Plan

Izayoi Mirai really wanted a full set of Kewpie's Feast, but he didn't care about that, so she couldn't vent her anger at all.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

That night, Mami returned home, somewhat distraught. It was one thing for Kyubey's mother to say those things back then, but to come to the school to provoke her was simply too much. And then there was Izayoi Mirai.

When Mami Tomoe saw the guilt in his eyes, she understood. Between a distant cousin she had only known for a short time and her own biological daughter, was there any need to ask which was more important? It was obvious.

So for the past few days, she has been deliberately avoiding contact with Yoyo Miki, pretending not to see his gestures, sitting among her classmates, and he was too embarrassed to say anything in the classroom.

As for the rumors circulating among her classmates about her jealousy of the new transfer student, Mami Tomoe didn't take them to heart. That's how junior high school girls are. In Japan, where they practice... I mean, the "happy education" system, even in the third year of junior high, there's not much pressure to get into a higher school. It's perfectly normal for them to gossip about certain people in groups as a form of entertainment.

After all, it's a group of four people in one dormitory room, yet they have five group chats. They've really taken permutations and combinations to the extreme.

She threw her bag on the table, no longer maintaining her ladylike demeanor, and lay on the bed with her eyes closed, spread-eagled.

She's very tired right now and doesn't want to think about anything.

As a shadow fell, Mami Tomoe suddenly opened her eyes and swept out with her leg.

Snapped!

Her kick was caught, her foot, encased in a brown sock, was held in someone's hand, but Mami Tomoe instead breathed a sigh of relief and regained her composure:

"Following a young girl into an apartment at night is not something a married man should do. Or are you, cousin, also interested in girls around the same age as your daughter?"

Izayoi Mirai put her foot down, scratched her head, and said, "Okay, Mami, stop being stubborn. I want to apologize to you."

Mami Tomoe snorted and turned her head to the side.

But what Yoshou Mirai said next stunned her.

"Your sister-in-law drugged me the day before yesterday, I'm so sorry."

"Wait!" Mami Tomoe sat up abruptly. "What did you say? My sister-in-law drugged me?"

“Yes.” Izayoi Mirai was also a little embarrassed. “She’s the kind of person who gets jealous easily. She was afraid that Kyubey would do something to me, so she drugged you when you were alone.”

"There's a lot of information here, let me sort it out." After thinking for a while, Mami Tomoe finally looked at Izayoi Mirai with a strange gaze and asked the most important question, "Targeting you? Demon father? Father-wife marriage?"

"No, she is not my daughter."

Mami Tomoe simply didn't believe it: "Even now, you don't need to change your mind..."

A teacher's certificate was handed to her, making her swallow her words.

Yuuyo Mirai, male, 17 years old.

"How is that possible!"

Mami took the instructor's certificate and examined it over and over. She finally confirmed one thing: her cousin didn't look young; he was actually only two years older than her. This also meant that he couldn't possibly have a daughter that old, since boys are completely infertile at the age of two!

"Then what happened to her?"

After thinking for a moment, Izayoi Mirai said, "She is my daughter in a legal sense..."

Mami Tomoe looked at her with a "Are you fucking kidding me?" expression. She had heard of adoptive brothers and sisters, but she had never heard of a relationship with a daughter. Usually, such relationships were just a pretense between lovers or a third party.

"Alright, this isn't important." Mirai took back her instructor's certificate, and there was nothing Mami could do if she didn't believe him.

Mami Tomoe asked curiously, "So she was so angry because her father's marriage failed, and she took it out on me?"

"How could that be? Your sister-in-law is just jealous for no reason, but it seems she really has developed an interest in you."

Mami Tomoe's lips twitched, a gesture that resembled a heartless act of ruthlessness. What interest could she possibly have?

She changed the subject: "But are you sure your sister-in-law is just being jealous for no reason and hasn't sensed something?"

“No, she would never know.” Izayoi Mirai said firmly.

He flicked Mami Tomoe's forehead: "Give me your Soul Gem."

Although it was a bit strange, Mami Tomoe did as she was told to remove the ring from her middle finger, which turned into a gemstone. The next moment, her expression changed.

The gemstone was now covered in a layer of filth.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Father and Daughter Sharing Rice – He's a Ruthless Man

"What...what's going on?"

Mami's hand holding the gem trembled slightly. She was quite certain that she hadn't been fighting recently, because the city had been swept up by Izayoi Mirai, making it arguably the most leisurely period she'd had since becoming a magical girl.

But why does the Soul Gem become tainted?

“Actually, if a magical girl experiences too much negative emotion, it can also pollute the Soul Gem.” Izayoi Mirai took the gem from her hand. “After all, it is a symbol of the soul.”

He told Mami Tomoe part of the answer beforehand to prevent her from overthinking and guessing the truth. This was a kind of insurance that Izayoi Mirai set up. Of course, he had more than just that planned.

A cluster of orange flames ignited from his fingertips, scorching the filth within the Soul Gem.

If he were to truly become a witch, the Seed of Lamentation would be useless. Therefore, Izayoi Mirai has never given up on training her self-control. The already deceased Kawakami Tomie and the large group of witches in her household have made significant contributions to his training, and they can no longer harm the Soul Gem.

It just hurts a little.

As if she were being roasted over a fire, Mami Tomoe felt this sensation emanating from within her body, like being burned by flames, with a stinging pain spreading throughout her body, as if wax had been dripping all over her.

"Ouch—it hurts!"

She lay on the bed, her body twitching occasionally, and a low moan escaped her throat, sounding like a painful groan, with a lingering echo.

That sound again.

Izayoi Mirai had a cold expression. She was the same way when she practiced with those witches at home. The first time she did it, Medea rushed over with a knife, thinking that he couldn't help but attack the witch. After that, she would stand by with a fruit platter and wait for him to finish so she could feed him.

Of course, Izayoi Mirai knew very well that if he did anything unspeakable, he would be the one turned into a fruit platter.

But I'm clearly purifying your souls! Why can't your voices be a little purer?!

As the last remnant was burned into mist and dissipated, both Izayoi Mirai and Tomoe Mami breathed a sigh of relief. Tomoe Mami's tense body relaxed, and she snatched her Soul Gem back from Izayoi Mirai's hand, turning it into a ring and putting it on. She looked at Mirai with a face full of embarrassment: "Why didn't you use the Lament Seed? You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Although I did it on purpose, it was out of good intentions, to prepare for the future.

Izayoi Mirai desperately wanted to defend herself, but Mami Tomoe probably wouldn't listen to such reasons, so she could only tell a white lie: "I don't have any Grief Seeds. You know my family's situation. I can't exactly take them for a stroll on the street, can I?"

Mami Tomoe glanced at her with a hint of disbelief, then pulled a pillow over her face: "So, is there anything else you need now?"

This was a dismissal order. Although nothing had happened, Mami Tomoe felt that leaving him there would create an awkward atmosphere.

He's just my cousin.

"Mami, that's not right of you. How can you kick someone out right after you've finished using them?"

A mocking voice rang out, and a face hung upside down from the window, its red ponytail dangling to the bottom edge of the window.

She looked inside, her eyes full of gossip: "Wow, you're really something. It's barely dark and you've already dragged someone to your villa. Judging from the sounds, it's SM? Wait, how did you get dressed so quickly?"

The red-haired girl looked at the two neatly dressed people with a puzzled expression.

“Kyoko!” Mami Tomoe gritted her teeth. “Don’t talk nonsense! We were just purifying the filth in the Soul Gem.”

"Yes, yes, I understand, it's about purifying impurities."

The girl nodded repeatedly, demonstrating an astonishing amount of knowledge.

"You! Never mind, come in here."

Upon hearing Mami's words, the red-haired girl climbed in through the window with practiced ease, seemingly not for the first time.

Mami Tomoe introduced to Mirai Izayoi, "This is Kyoko Sakura, also a magical girl. I called her here to fight against Witch Night together."

She then pointed to Izayoi Mirai: "Izayoi Mirai, my cousin."

"Cousin, so you like this kind of thing, Mami."

Sakura Kyoko sized up Izayoi Mirai, then pulled out a bag of bread from somewhere and ate it bite by bite. "This is the first time I've ever seen a man sign a contract with Kyubey."

"He's not... never mind, it's too much trouble to explain." Mami Tomoe thought about it and decided to let it go, since it didn't matter much except for not having the Soul Gem.

"Oh, that's not important." Sakura Kyoko waved her hand and said to Izayoi Mirai, "You're not allowed to let Mami down, or I'll let you taste the power of your senior."

Mami Tomoe frowned: "Kyoko, what are you talking about!"

Izayoi Mirai smiled and said, "Ms. Sakura, I think you should listen to what Mami has to say. After all, I am a married man."

Sakura Kyoko's smile vanished: "What do you mean by that?"

She wasn't being unreasonable. As Mami Tomoe's friend, she could tell what Mami's attitude was. Plus, considering the indescribable sounds she'd heard before, how could she tell her that they were just ordinary friends?

"You bastard, I really want to beat you up."

"I will fight back."

The tension between the two gradually escalated, and Mami Tomoe had no choice but to step in: "Alright, Kyoko, I've already said it, he's my cousin, that's all."

"cut."

Sakura Kyoko turned her head to the side.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Izayoi Mirai got up to say goodbye: "It's getting late, so I'll be going now. Mami, you can come visit me if you have time."

As Izayoi Mirai left, Tomoe Mami grabbed Sakura Kyoko, saying, "You're not allowed to cause him any trouble."

Sakura Kyoko was exasperated: "He's such a scumbag, yet you still protect him."

Mami Tomoe tossed her hair: "This is none of your business."

Yosuke Mirai walked on the dark road. He was used to the often broken streetlights here, and with his eyesight, he didn't need any lights.

Just as he was wondering whether he should wander around some more to look for any remaining fish, a sharp gust of wind sounded from behind him.

As he turned around, Sakura Kyoko descended from the sky, holding a long spear in her hand, her red dress fluttering in the wind.

Izayoi Mirai deftly dodged, sighing, "Ms. Sakura, being impulsive isn't a good habit. You should listen to Asami's advice more often."

"Stop talking nonsense, you scum who toyed with Mami's feelings, I'm going to teach you a lesson today." She gripped her spear, took a few big strides to Izayoi Mirai, and brought the spear down on her head.

Mami Tomoe is on her way, and she must act quickly.

Izayoi Mirai drew a long spear from her personal space, blocked Sakura Kyoko's attack, and then thrust the spear at her left arm.

He exhaled a breath of hot air, somewhat excited: "You use a gun too?"