Regarding the fact that my best friend is a magical girl

An unexpected viewpoint.

"Competitive? Me?"

She chuckled and turned to the side, saying, "Oh dear? Looks like you really didn't notice! This morning I was just sparring with you guys. Did you really have to risk aggravating your old injuries to fight? You must have gotten carried away when dealing with that strange intruder, right?"

That cannot be refuted.

"...Perhaps I'm not as energy-efficient as I think."

"So, take me as your target! Not just for these five days, but I will accept your challenge at any time in the future."

"You mean you want me to surpass you as a magical girl?"

"You can also understand it this way: I'll be fully prepared to deal with you, and this goal definitely won't be easy for you to achieve, okay?"

Seruno's goal is to become an idol;

Magical girls are my goal.

Sirius values ​​us so much because she sees Serino and me as successors to her comrades, right?

But speaking of this...

"Miss Sirius, if you don't mind, could you tell me about the previous generation of Morning Star?"

I want to know why this Star Crystal chose me.

Chapter Thirteen Maid Dormitory

(Sun Yao)

Inside the guest room.

"How about this one? Will it be too small?"

Miss Melissa asked this question, and I held up the maid outfit she sent me to my chest and compared it to myself in the mirror.

The clothes are very well made, with all the seams hidden and no loose threads visible. Because the bottom is a long skirt, it doesn't make you feel too shy.

The size... seems just right.

Yeah, that's how I feel.

After all, my body is still sticky with sweat, so I can't try it on right now.

"That's it."

"If you find it doesn't fit later, you can exchange it for another set."

"Thank you."

"It's what I should do."

Unlike the other maids in the mansion, Miss Melissa, the head maid, speaks fluent Chinese without any awkwardness, and is very talkative, so there is no problem communicating with her.

Of course, the other maids who don't speak will smile and nod when they see me.

"Then I'll go take a shower first."

Miss Melissa nodded.

"I should go to the restaurant to prepare dinner."

"Thank you for your help."

“Solving problems for guests is also a maid’s job, but Miss Seruno doesn’t seem to be used to being served?”

"Aside from those born into privilege, I don't think ordinary people would get used to this kind of thing..."

"But as a magical girl, aren't you already a superior person in this world?"

Miss Melissa left the guest room with a laugh and closed the door behind her.

She's right.

From the perspective of today's social structure, magical girls who stand at the top in every aspect can indeed be called superior people, and are so different from ordinary people that they are almost becoming a separate species.

However, the Star Crystal will eventually fade away. When the magic's brilliance no longer shines, the magical girl will shed her glamorous and youthful appearance and return to her ordinary life...

Well.

The clothes I took off were soaked in sweat and smelled sour.

A beautiful figure is reflected in the mirror... Although it's a bit shameless of me to say this, I, as "Serno," am indeed very beautiful, and my figure is even a bit outrageous for a magical "girl."

Miss Sirius untied her braided pigtails, and her long pink hair fell down her back, the ends of which tickled her as she shook them.

I leaned against the sink cabinet and smiled in front of the mirror. The beautiful girl's smile returned to me, which made me feel much better...

Hehe, I'm starting to get a little narcissistic.

But Yezi probably likes how I look now, right?

As his best friend since childhood, I also know about his apricots.

Wiping her delicate skin with a soft sponge, letting the hot water and foam wash away the sweat and oil, her thoughts began to wander, but the random thoughts were all about Ye Zi and Miss Miluno.

Occasionally, I still think of Ms. Yangyan lying in her hospital bed.

I wonder if she's doing well now.

"Miss Sirius, what exactly do you want with Ye Zi?"

No matter how much I think about it, I can't get an answer.

I'd better just ask Yezi tonight.

…………

She's wearing a maid outfit!

But it was more shameful than I had imagined.

Since it was Hawaii, I naturally opted for a short-sleeved shirt. However, the shirt fabric is notoriously inelastic, so my chest area felt a bit tight and protruding... I underestimated myself.

Besides, maid outfits have inherent attributes and are quite common as erotic clothing, so wearing one feels like engaging in some kind of strange role-playing... How awful.

The apron, the soul of the maid outfit, hasn't been worn yet.

I didn't originally plan to wear this, so as to distinguish myself from the maids in the mansion.

But perhaps it was an obsessive-compulsive disorder, or perhaps it was to cover up my embarrassing chest, I ultimately decided to wear it anyway.

As for Katyusha...

Let's forget about that.

"So boring."

The chest area of ​​the dress is too small, making it difficult to breathe. Mr. Button must be crying out in distress too.

"...It would be better to go and ask Miss Melissa to change into a different outfit."

With this thought in mind, I left the guest room, walked through the long corridor, covered my chest, which made me feel shy, and headed towards the restaurant on the left side of the mansion.

"Hmm? Oh!"

Before I even reached the hall, a petite maid with short, golden-brown hair stopped me in surprise. She had delicate features, and her blue eyes were particularly striking, as if reflecting the sea outside.

But how should I greet her?

Do native Hawaiians speak English?

Or is it Hawaiian?

"Emmm, hello?"

But she didn't seem to speak English. She just gestured wildly to express her joy, then grabbed my hand and ran in the opposite direction.

"Huh? What are you going to do?"

I feel tightness in my chest and shortness of breath, and it's very uncomfortable to run.

She dragged me to a place that looked like a lounge, no, it seemed to be the maids' dormitory? It was about the same size as a guest room, four people to a room, but it had a more lived-in feel…

"Awoo!"

She pressed me in front of the vanity mirror and then took out a hair dryer.

...Oh, I see. My hair really wasn't dried properly.

"Thank you, then I'll trouble you."

"Awooo!"

She took something out of the drawer and handed it to me.

Long, rectangular packaged snacks?

It looks like jerky, bone sticks... um, judging from the English text, it should be a dog chew stick (for small dogs).

"...Miss Maid, what does this mean?"

The maid holding the hairdryer tilted her head and then pointed to her mouth.

"You're giving me this to eat?"

She nodded.

Perhaps Hawaiians have some special customs...

I think that no matter how unique a dog is, it shouldn't be given dog treats.

"No, I don't eat this."

I honestly refused.

The golden-brown maid blinked, tore open the packaging bag, stuffed it into her mouth, and began to chew it with relish.

As far as I know, dog treats are generally not salty.

Will it really taste good?

Noticing my surprised look in the mirror, she tilted her head in confusion. Considering that she couldn't speak English, I had a rough idea of ​​what was going on.

She probably didn't know what those bones were. They were originally dog ​​treats from the ranch's kennel, but somehow they ended up at the mansion... That makes sense, that explains it.