Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Chapter 740 Glory and Those Who Stand Behind Us

　What you fear most is what will happen.

　This is a common way of understanding Murphy's Law... although that wasn't its original intention.

　But let's just assume that's the case for now...

　What's really interesting is that Pope Old Deng was clearly quite afraid of Cong Yu, the succubus in human form, having any contact with his daughter.

　She even wailed on the other end of the phone.

　However, his daughter still appeared in front of Cong Yu today, and even started chatting with Cong Yu after putting away the books.

　This kind of personality, no matter how you look at it, doesn't qualify as social anxiety.

　Therefore, those previous statements were purely for Pope Deng to deceive himself... probably to dampen his own interest.

　But heaven and earth can bear witness that Cong Yu herself really had no interest.

　His ambitions lie elsewhere!

　Cong Yu had absolutely no interest in chatting with girls with such strange personalities.

　Even if Cong Yu starves to death here today, or jumps off the building, he would rather not talk to this child!

　That stinky woman will only slow him down!

　……

　Cong Yu thought this a minute ago.

　“By day the Lord led them in a pillar of cloud, and by night a pillar of fire to give them light, and led them toward the southwest toward the Promised Land.”

　A young girl, whose identity was that of the Pope's daughter, recited this aloud, her glasses gleaned effortlessly—

　"It was completely dark on the enemy's side, but there was light on this side, making it impossible for the enemy to attack."

　“Moses stretched out his staff toward the Red Sea, and the Holy Spirit parted the Red Sea and the dry land with a strong wind, so that people could go into the sea and walk on dry land, with water on their right and left.”

　"Achieving the miracle of the 'wall'."

　"..." Cong Yu seemed quite interested in this girl who seemed to have memorized the entire holy book...

　It was as if he wasn't the one who thought, "For the sake of Pope Deng, I should avoid suspicion," just two minutes ago.

　"What's your last name?"

　The girl looked surprised at Cong Yu's words, but her tone remained stiff: "I thought you would ask me about the contents of the Holy Book... about the surname Vanmillion."

　That's right.

　Then the problem is coming.

　Cong Yu looked at the bespectacled girl with great interest, and asked with some curiosity, "That old man didn't choose you to be the next pope?"

　The snow woman was also very curious.

　Because she had heard about the current papal candidate, Dente, from Takemikazuchi's description...

　He seems like a useless guy that even Takemikazuchi would find somewhat distasteful.

　The girl in front of me seemed much stronger than Dente.

　Also surnamed Van Milion...

　"Because I don't like overly noisy environments, and I don't really want to become the Pope."

　The girl spoke freely about her own topic, explaining, "To be precise, I faint if I see too many people at once."

　That's enough.

　Because a qualified pope absolutely must make public appearances, and every time he does, he will face the cameras of many reporters and onlookers.

　Then she is indeed very unsuitable.

　"..." In the silence, the Snow Woman decided to ease the awkward atmosphere herself... just like she had done at the negotiating table before.

　When the atmosphere between Congyu and Oda becomes tense, Yuki-onna will say something to change the subject.

　“Well, so Moses was saved by God... while his enemies were buried by God in the sea.”

　As the Snow Woman said this, as a layman when it comes to gods and saints, her understanding was probably only slightly better than Dente's (laughs).

　"Shouldn't God be fair? Why would He deliberately help Moses and the people he brought?"

　In response to the snow woman's words, the girl with glasses immediately replied, "Because God wants the world to know that He is God alone, and wants to glorify His name."

　The snow woman blinked, finding this even stranger: "Do gods need a reputation? Is that reasonable?"

　Despite the snow woman's hesitation, the bespectacled girl showed no impatience and replied, "That makes sense."

　“Man cannot glorify himself, because man is not the greatest, the best, or the holiest… but holiness can.”

　"Because he does what is right and great, he is able to gain the world’s favor and faith by being admired by people."

　"..." The Snow Woman still tilted her head, not quite understanding.

　Cong Yu seemed to understand something. He stood up and put the book he was holding back on the bookshelf behind him.

　Cong Yu, lost in thought, felt as if she had grasped something. But at the same time, it was as if she had grasped nothing at all, and she paced back and forth in place.

　The girl with glasses was gazing at Cong Yu's beautiful face and her long hair that shimmered in the light.

　Her thoughts were hidden behind her glasses.

　Then, Cong Yu's thoughts were interrupted by a wail...

　“NO!!!!”

　Cong Yu was taken aback, turned her head to look at the doorway, and found that there was now a heartbroken old man standing in the doorway where the girl with glasses had been.

　The old man, his face full of sorrow and bitterness, pounded the wall: "So it was a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain?"

　"I'm so stupid, really. I only knew that Cong Yu had a succubus stance, but I didn't expect that I would also use it at full power while reading the book."

　"I was just discussing serious business with the Chinese people, I never expected this... Waaah!!!"

　The Pope, who was weeping uncontrollably, was met with indifference by Cong Yu, the Snow Woman, and even the girl with glasses.

　No one spoke.

　After performing a one-man show for a while, the Pope finally couldn't continue and moved his arm away, revealing a face without a single tear.

　"Ugh……"

　With a helpless sigh, the Pope shook his head and looked at Cong Yu: "So, do you have any leads on the matter of divine magic?"

　As he said this, the Pope looked at his daughter, a rare hint of kindness in his eyes: "Xia Luo reads books all day long, which must be helpful for your research, right?"

　Seeing that the Pope had returned to normal, Cong Yu glanced at the girl named "Xia Luo": "It was a great help, but it still needs to be verified."

　Although the Pope didn't quite understand Cong Yu's words, he still nodded: "Do you still need her to answer your questions? If not, I'll take her to teach Dente."

　So that's how it is. Is this Dente's holy book teacher?

　She certainly qualifies, and in terms of seniority, "Xia Luo" should be considered Dente's...

　Cong Yu shook her head, indicating that she didn't need it, while pondering the person's seniority... Unable to figure it out, Cong Yu gave up.

　In any case, it's always good to be closer to family members.

　"Well then, let's stop reading here for today... Let's go."

　As Cong Yu spoke, he summoned the train of Jormungandr, while the Snow Woman was the first to step into the giant serpent's mouth.

　Then, the Snow Woman, seated on the train, looked at Murakumo, who was controlling the Jormungandr train's departure, and spoke—

　"So, what are you going to do next? Prepare to become a god?"

　To the Snow Woman's words, Cong Yu shook her head: "No need to prepare... just do what I've always done."

　"In modern times, there is no need to deliberately spread one's glory... Do what you want to do, and glory will come naturally."

　"..." The Snow Woman still didn't understand, but she didn't need to. She just nodded and said her words as always: "Okay, just tell me if you need anything, and I'll be there for you."

　As she said this, the Snow Woman paused, then added—

　"as always."

　Chapter 741 Brother-in-law steals brother-in-law (Just kidding)

　"Hello, would you like a newspaper?"

　The speaker was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a neat and clean white shirt, holding a stack of newspapers in his hand.

　His eyes had an indescribable languor and clarity... You could tell at a glance he was a college student from Fengdu University.

　Moreover, he is definitely a local, with three generations of his family having pure Fengdu blood, and absolutely no outside blood.

　The person he was talking to was a hooded boy who smelled of dirt and was looking around at the greenery and streets.

　"I have no money."

　Upon hearing the boy's answer, the newspaper vendor paused, then clarified his identity: "I distribute newspapers, I don't sell them."

　They look similar, but there are still significant differences.

　The former does not charge money.

　……

　In fact, very few people read newspapers nowadays, and even those who do are mostly elderly people; young people mainly rely on the internet for information.

　However, neon lights are an exception.

　The Japanese newspaper industry can't be described as "dying," but at most it's "half-dead" or something like that.

　Some people are still subscribing to newspapers... but unfortunately not many.

　The newspaper took one look and thought, "Oh no, we're not going to make any money!"

　Faced with the choice between "closing down" and "transforming into a non-profit organization, relying on the city for a living salary," many newspapers chose the latter.

　This is how the job of "distributing newspapers" came about.

　The hooded boy looked at the young man in front of him and nodded: "Then one is fine."

　As soon as he finished speaking, the young man handing out newspapers became somewhat wary and started looking around suspiciously... making one wonder if he was really handing out a legitimate newspaper.

　Then, the young man, who suddenly seemed to have a "stealing" look on his face, handed over the entire stack of newspapers: "Take them all."

　Speaking very softly, he shoved the newspaper into the boy's hand: "Your cloak can hold a lot, do me a favor... I want to get off work early."

　"..."

　"Is this okay? Please."

　Amidst the other party's pleas, the hooded boy was somewhat speechless before nodding and saying, "Okay."

　Then, watching the man leave in high spirits, the boy named "Shungai Yasenryu" sighed.

　Sure enough, no matter how many years have passed, the character of the people of Fengdu will not change.

　Thinking this, Shunni Yachiru, who had just gotten up from the ground, patted the dirt off his body, wondering if he had shaken it off completely.

　I don't know how much time has passed, or what year it is.

　But looking at the surrounding decorations and greenery, it doesn't seem to have changed much since he died... it seems like only a few years have passed.

　With that in mind, Shunni Yazenryu decided to check the newspaper before going to see the 22nd Group, which might not have moved yet.

　Let's take a look at what has happened in the past few years.

　Then...

　...

　"..." After glancing at it twice, Shunni Baqianliu broke out in a sweat, looking at the newspaper in his hand with some hesitation... or rather, at the news on it.

　The Vatican has announced its support for transformation rituals involving freaks and magical girls, citing it as a model of "saviorism."

　[World Destruction? A Tragic End? Xiankui Debunks Rumors Online!]

　[The Saint King: The greatest king in history... Let's learn about the past and present of the King of the Wind.]

　[Will life be inconvenient after being transformed into a monster? Listen to what the citizens of Fuuto who have become monsters have to say—"My wife is a magical girl, and we used to always worry..."]

　[The toy manufacturer stated that rubber snake toys used to always sell poorly, but recently they've sold out completely for some unknown reason, and children are constantly complaining that the toy snakes are too small and not big enough.]