Regarding the fact that my best friend is a magical girl

My heart was pounding, but I kept a calm expression on my face and asked, "So?"

Seruno leaned forward, her already short body tilted, her long pink hair cascading down, her eyes blinking in a smiling way.

"So I wanted to ask, Yezi, do you like me? In that sense?"

If you treat her as a girl, this playful gesture is really charming.

"What if, I mean, what if... I said I like it?"

"Then I'll let you off easy."

If I accept her as she is now, I will lose one of my best friends.

But is it really right to force her to maintain a masculine mentality?

I was caught in a state of hesitation and contemplation I had never experienced before.

"Serno".

"Ok?"

She didn't notice my complicated feelings; she just held my hand and walked forward.

"Between me and Miluno, who would you rather choose?"

The core of this issue is not just about making her choose between "Bai Ziye" and "Miluno".

It even allowed her to choose her own gender.

She stopped in her tracks.

He turned around with his hands behind his back.

"Ah, so it really is—"

(End of Volume 2)

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Before we move on to Volume Three!

How about a few short side stories about Miluno first?

1. Milno's Birth

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the familiar ceiling.

wrong.

The key point isn't the ceiling!

I fumbled around for a while and finally found the star crystal under my pillow. Its dim gold color reflected a mysterious and dazzling light in the morning sun.

"...I'm not dreaming."

Last night, a magical girl I'd never seen before gave me this Star Crystal, and then disappeared in a flash of light. Was she dead?

Who exactly is she?

Who is the person she wants me to protect?

I don't know, I have no clue what to do.

He drew the curtains, sat cross-legged on the bed, and fiddled with the star crystal between his fingers.

This thing feels icy cold to the touch, and its transparent interior is engraved with markings, supposedly the names of planets, though humans can't understand them.

"In any case, this definitely belongs to me, right?"

I never imagined that I, as a man, would have the opportunity to become a magical girl.

But how do you transform?

As if in response to my thoughts, the Star Crystal, like a marshmallow touching the surface of water, melted into my palm in an instant.

My body and clothing have also changed.

Knee-high military boots, a black ruffled skirt, a short-sleeved white shirt, a bow tie made of black ribbon, and fingerless sleeves with black base and red trim.

Combat attire in the style of an urban girl.

This outfit would definitely not have suited me.

But since I'm called a magical girl, I'm naturally in the form of a "girl" now, and realizing this makes me feel parched.

The body of the opposite sex is a mysterious and unknown taboo subject to me.

"Ah... um... cough cough... test, test."

He tentatively murmured, his voice clear and melodious like flowing water in the mountains. Although it was pleasant to the ear, it always carried an air of aloofness and coldness that kept people at a distance.

"...Heh, the queen type?"

He muttered to himself, reaching out to feel around in front of his chest.

While it may not be called the Wall of Sighs, it is certainly a regrettable sight within my understanding of common sense. The feel of it is not exactly comfortable either. This body is truly sexually indifferent inside and out.

I tried to get up from the bed, but felt something heavy tied to both sides of my belt. Looking down, I saw two dark gold short swords, each about the length of my forearm.

This is my weapon as a magical girl.

He took off the short sword and swung it around a few times, alternating between left and right; it felt quite handy.

"A melee magical girl?"

I don't know what type of magic I have.

If I had a choice, I would prefer magic in the traditional sense, which can defeat enemies from a distance, making it safer and more visually appealing.

But since she's holding a short sword, it seems there's not much hope, since magical girls' weapons are mostly related to magic.

I tossed the dagger onto the bed, looked at the full-length mirror on the wardrobe, and turned back and forth in front of it, observing my new body.

Her line of sight is lower than usual, but not by much; she is still considered tall among girls.

Because of this, my legs are particularly long and slender, and the area between my skirt and over-the-knee boots forms a unique "absolute territory." This section of white, fleshy thighs is probably the most attractive part of my entire body.

However, that idea changed when I looked at her face.

"……hiss."

Without any unnecessary adornments, her long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her features were cold and aloof, her face expressionless yet not dull. Magical girls are generally very beautiful, but my face is definitely SSR-level among them.

Is it because I'm a handsome guy?

I just don't smile much, and I'm naturally cold. If I don't express any emotions, I'll revert to this state.

I don't consider myself a cool or aloof person, so why did becoming a magical girl turn me into this?

It's like someone who has experienced the pain of separation and death, lost their beloved family and friends, and whose heart has become numb...

I tried to smile, and a touch of warmth appeared on my face, like a spring breeze after a harsh winter.

But once you lower your lips, it feels like winter again.

"What's that type of girl again? A high-class beauty?"

My face isn't just pretty... it's absolutely gorgeous!

Uh, no, that's not right.

It looks very strong!

While judging strength by appearance is not advisable, this aloof face exudes the aura of a powerful and solitary individual.

"Right, the key is still magic."

The focus of magical girls is not just on "girls," "magic" is also very important.

I tried to activate a miracle called "magic".

Although it was unclear how far away it was, the magic was activated!

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However, nothing happened.

"Ok?"

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. If I had to describe what I felt, it was that I wasn't breathing easily and my body felt heavy. Although I could bear it, it wasn't very comfortable, as if gravity had suddenly increased...

"What kind of debuff is this spell of mine?"

I wandered around the room for a while until I noticed the wall clock. Looking at the second hand that moved every three seconds, my doubts were finally resolved.

"...Wow! That's incredibly awesome!"

No matter what kind of game it is, "time" is always a high-level attribute.

In the animation, time is controlled either by the protagonist or the main villain, a vampire.

Not only did I draw an SSR character, but my abilities are also amazing. If I stop time, those weirdos will be nothing more than fish on a chopping board.

Ideals are beautiful.

Reality, however, is cruel.

Once time stops, I feel like I'm stuck in a concrete wall. If I try to move rashly, I'll not only strain my muscles, but the almost solid air will also kill me.

"Can you only fight by accelerating your own time flow? Isn't that no different from a magical girl who uses speed-up abilities?!"

Despite being the most sophisticated magic, it was presented in a very simple way, without any fancy special effects; it was simply fast.

I'm satisfied, but not entirely satisfied.

That's it.

Our exploration of magic will stop here for now; it's time for self-exploration...

She sniffed the long hair that fell in front of her eyes, then reached out and untied the black ribbon bow tie, pulled down the zippers on both sides of her boots, and pulled her feet out. Driven by curiosity, she pinched the hem of her skirt with two slender fingers and carefully lifted it up, trying to peek into that mysterious triangle area...

then.