Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　However, these identities still brought Dente convenience.

　Therefore, Dente's entry into the courtroom and his request for a copy of the treatise were not hindered in any way...

　Of course, Dente was only allowed to leave after the person in charge communicated with the Pope... so it's hard to say which identity made things convenient for her.

　"OK, OK, the person who will be handling the shipping has been contacted."

　Dente muttered to himself, rubbing his hands together with a smug look on his face... Now he could go back and get his money!

　"..." At that moment, a woman's voice came from one side of the library: "Dente, right?"

　As she said this, the magical girl dressed as a nun stopped leaning against the wall and stood up straight: "Although His Holiness the Pope has already given permission..."

　"But I still want to ask in my personal capacity... no, let me ask you, how do you intend to deal with these techniques that have been inherited and refined over thousands of years?"

　After all, these spells are the spells that the Sisters of Judgment rely on for their survival... It doesn't matter if they are simply used by others.

　After all, the courtroom had gone through...

　Well, that all happened in the 17th century, no need to worry about it.

　In short, it doesn't really matter if others want to learn the techniques; the modern Vatican wouldn't be so secretive about its own knowledge.

　However, if someone with malicious intent obtains all the information...

　Perhaps eccentrics and other outcasts will find the weaknesses in these techniques and devise countermeasures.

　Perhaps that's how it will be.

　So, she still wanted to get Dente's answer... even though she didn't actually think Dente had any bad intentions.

　Yes, we must consider the possibility that Dente has been scammed.

　After all, he doesn't look very smart.

　"Ah? As for how to handle it... I wanted to recommend it to a friend who uses fire-based spells, that's how it is."

　Dente's response prompted the nun opposite him to fall into deep thought.

　At this moment, Dente recognized the other party and blinked: "Eh? Aren't you that... Master Bai Zhuo Sheng Yan?"

　Hundred Blazing Holy Flames, a legendary magical girl of the Holy See.

　In the 17th century, he served in the Inquisition, the precursor to the Tribunal, and was highly involved in instigating the end of the witch hunts that should not have existed.

　In other words, although the number of magical girls and innocent monsters killed by the Hundred Blazing Holy Flame was unimaginably large, in the end…

　How should I put it? She was also one of the first in the Vatican at that time to wake up and try to change the status quo, and to speak out for the innocent.

　This is extremely difficult to define.

　So after the witch hunt ended, Sister Hundred Blazing Flames no longer appeared on the front lines... but instead participated in teaching from the rear.

　Dente had seen her at the Holy Academy before.

　"It was me... You said you recommended it to people who practice fire magic."

　The nun frowned as she repeated Dente's words.

　"I'm not sure if you've formally studied this, but I think it's difficult to apply the knowledge to other situations."

　"The Inquisition's fire magic completely abandons the act of 'setting fire.' Will your friend be able to get used to this unconventional magic?"

　"Furthermore... although the spell is manifested as fire, other types of magic are also involved."

　"The reason why the Holy Flame is the Holy Flame is because of the element of 'holiness.' Do you or your friends understand this?"

　"..." Ah, to be honest, Dente had no idea about this at all, and didn't think that Azuma Nagisa would know about it.

　But Theradore might know a little about it?

　That's too certain.

　"..."

　"..." In the silence, the nun nodded, sighed helplessly, and said, "Come with me, I'll get you some holy oil."

　As she spoke, the nun walked to a storeroom, opened the door with a key, and revealed boxes of neatly arranged glass bottles inside.

　The contents inside were holy oil, which was used to ignite the holy flame.

　"Take more of these for your friend... This is essential in the Holy Flame Spell. If you run out, just make your own according to the recipe."

　"6 kilograms of myrrh, 3 kilograms of cinnamon, 3 kilograms of calamus, 6 kilograms of cassia bark, and 4 liters of olive oil... just mix them evenly together."

　Dente blinked at the kind nun, wondering why she was so kind, but... it was nice.

　"Yes, thank you... although these are some medicinal herbs I've never heard of before."

　Dente's answer revealed that she hadn't even memorized the Bible... It's hard to imagine that this person is the Pope's granddaughter.

　Pope: Indeed.

　Dente: Indeed.

　Brad: Indeed.

　-

　After arranging the shipping and transporting the books and holy oil to Fushimi, Dente did not immediately board the plane to Fushimi.

　Dente hasn't had a proper Italian sausage pizza in a long time, and he really misses it now.

　Japanese coffee is also diluted with a lot of water. Even espresso is diluted with water...

　This left Dente feeling quite helpless.

　Now that I'm back in China, I'll naturally eat something familiar, catch up with friends, and have a little get-together... After that, I'll go back to Teredo to make some money.

　Make money, make money—

　Although there's not much money to spend, and Dente's daily expenses aren't high, it's always good to have money.

　(This refers to the fact that daily expenses are huge, but Theodore pays for them all)

　"Let's go! It's my treat!"

　With that, Dente gestured to Munemasa Kimi, who had come to Italy with him, and said, "I'll take you to a restaurant I know, and we'll have a good meal... Afterwards, I'll ask Theredo for reimbursement!"

　Zongzheng Ximei: "..."

　Is this really considered treating someone to a meal?

　While silently complaining to herself, Yoshimi Munemasa, having arrived in a foreign land, curiously looked around at the surrounding buildings.

　Then, as if sensing something, she looked towards a corner of the alley.

　……

　However, there was nothing in the alley.

　……

　Illusion?

　It's probably the wind...

　Thinking this, Yoshimi Munemasa saw that Dente had already walked quite a distance away and quickly caught up with him: "Dente-san, wait for me."

　"..."

　"..." After she moved away, the shadows in the alley gradually twisted and turned, and the eerie white formed a mask on the shadows on the ground.

　"Compatriots? The taste of compatriots...compatriots?"

　Emuttering these murmurs, the inky, shadowy thing spoke with a hint of urgency: "Compatriots, they are compatriots!"

　Is Chapter 574 coming soon? Dente's moment of glory?

　How can I get Yoshimi Munemasa to give a proper evaluation of Italian coffee?

　Hmm... the answer is bitter.

　It smells delicious, but when you actually drink it, your mouth is filled with a bitter taste and a sour taste mixed with the bitterness.

　Yoshimi Munemasa grew up in Japan her whole life; she'd never drunk this before.

　He almost vomited on the spot, but thankfully he managed to hold it in and didn't spit out the Italian espresso that Dente was touting.

　On the one hand, I didn't want our friendship to collapse on the spot; on the other hand... although it was a bit thick and heavy, it still smelled very good.

　It belongs to the "original flavor" of roasted coffee beans, with a bitter but mellow taste, not "bitter", and is relatively easy to accept.

　However, I did feel much more energetic after drinking it.

　Although it was unclear whether the coffee or its bitterness was the cause... Munemasa Yoshimi's face almost scrunched up.

　Now I can't help but be sober.

　"Don't you like the taste?"

　Dente asked this question, and Munemasa Yoshimi could only nod silently before placing her coffee cup on the table.

　From the beginning, the two of them did not "sit down" because it is not a common practice in Italy... No one would go into a coffee shop and then carefully order a cup of coffee.

　The normal procedure is like this.

　He ordered coffee, then picked it up and drank it all in one gulp, then...

　He put the money under the coffee cup and then left.

　The key is efficiency.

　"Yeah, it's definitely not something I'm used to."

　As Munemasa Yoshimi said this, smacking her lips, she could still taste the lingering, rich flavor: "This coffee is impossible to chew."

　Coffee, unbreakable... the combination of these two words is quite bizarre.

　Dente understood what Munemasa Yoshimi meant, but there was nothing he could say. He could only sigh and lament that Munemasa Yoshimi didn't know how to appreciate it.

　Do you understand the significance of the "concentrated" in espresso?

　That's exactly the taste sensation we're looking for – the ultimate burst of bitter molten lava.

　"Well, let's find some time to go back to China after we eat pizza... You like pizza, right?"

　Dente said this without really feeling the need to ask any questions... It's rare to see someone who doesn't like pizza.

　It's possible that some people "don't really like" pizza, or that they don't like the crust. But it's unlikely that someone would actually have a strong aversion to pizza.

　However, Yoshimi Munemasa's response was somewhat beyond her expectations.

　"I'm not sure, um... I've never eaten pizza in my life."

　As Munemasa Yoshimi said this, she seemed to be thinking or recalling something. Her only impression of pizza was from the commercials on television.

　Dente could understand this, and she blinked, holding up one finger: "Oh, I know... you're a Japanese food enthusiast?"

　There is indeed a segment of the Japanese population who firmly believe that "washoku" (traditional Japanese cuisine), which consists solely of rice, dishes that the Japanese themselves have come up with, as well as Japanese-Western cuisine and Japanese-Chinese cuisine, are their only food sources.

　Families like this wouldn't eat fast food.

　Dente, who enjoys junk food like pizza and strawberry sundaes, thinks that Yoshimi Munemasa doesn't understand the appeal of junk food.

　However, that's not actually the case.

　Thinking this, Munemasa Yoshimi watched the cyclists passing by on the streets of Italy...

　The riders, wearing helmets, chatted and laughed as they happily greeted familiar faces.

　"I wouldn't call it Japanese cuisine, would I? I eat quite a lot of bread, although it's mostly whole wheat bread that I eat to lose weight."

　As she said this, Munemasa Kimi stretched, revealing her smooth, firm, and muscular abdomen: "And it's not just pizza."

　"I've never eaten things like hamburgers, fried chicken, or cola... No, actually I've secretly drunk cola, but my mom found out."

　"As a result, my hand was almost broken."

　"..." Hearing Munemasa Yoshimi's calm words, Dente opened his mouth, then thought for a moment: "Why not break her legs?"

　Although it is said that I thought about it, this question is clearly still in the category of "speaking out without thinking".

　Fortunately, at this moment, Munemasa Yoshimi has already severed ties with her past self.

　The weak woman of the past is dead... From the remnants of flames and light, a newborn is born, willing to give everything for the Savior.

　Therefore, she can now talk about her past self in a calm manner, responding casually: "Because my legs were very useful to my mother."