Chapter 272 – Episode 255 Post-Womb Magical Girl Begins

Ara, who became a witch, became a saint.

Perhaps in the form of the most adult-looking older sister she had imagined.

Perhaps the appearance of her as an adult, which she longed for just before her death, caused such a change in body type.

In a space drawn with superglue.

Ara, who became a witch, fought fiercely against her former great witch, who was the true culprit of the tragedy who appeared as a homunculus and tied her face with her string.

She felt like she was going to let out all the resentment and anger she had experienced.

‘[Burning court].’

‘[Three coffins].’

‘[And there was no one].’

She unleashed countless magic spells based on the mystery novels she had been reading,

Eventually, Ara succeeded in cutting off the head of the reanimated criminal.
It stopped tall in front of her head, which was tightly wrapped with her string.

There was only one step left until she could see the real culprit’s face.
But Ara hesitated.

‘… What’s the matter. ‘Suddenly stopping?’

‘… ‘No.’

‘Why not? ‘I let you vent your anger like you wanted, right?’

‘This person too… Like me, she became a witch because she had a grudge against someone, right? She must have experienced a battle with homunculi similar to what she is experiencing now.’

The devil’s voice cuts out.

‘Then why was it necessary to kill everyone in the club? … She wouldn’t have needed to.’

‘… You don’t need to know. Deal with it more clearly than that.’

‘You haven’t brought back the other people who were sacrificed yet. ‘Take care of that first.’

‘Ha… Really. Although he has grown up, he is still like a child. Do you think it would be that easy to bring back those who are already dead? Even the Philosopher’s Stone is not omnipotent. The law of equivalent exchange! If you give something, you must receive something.’

When Ara did not move despite the devil’s persuasion, a voice that sounded like she was sighing was heard.

‘That guy. Her parents and her beloved sister and brother were killed by robbers. He was a person who attracted attention several times as a suspect in other cases, but the charges were dropped due to lack of evidence, leading to this incident.’

I see. But then there would have been no reason for her to commit such a tragedy.

‘I told him about the inner workings of that matter. The fact that the robber who killed your family was nothing more than a copycat from the [Mystery novel] I enjoyed reading. So, isn’t there a possibility that guys who like mystery novels are evil people who can commit similar crimes at any time for intellectual pleasure? Do. I don’t know what it’s like in reality.’

‘Does not make sense… ‘It’s logic.’

‘Isn’t it a mystery novel you like to read that starts off with the assumption that a person can commit murder with only a leap of logic?’

The devil laughed.

‘It is possible to take the souls of loved ones and use them as familiars, but providing them with usable bodies is another matter. There are many souls who lost their bodies due to this incident, right? How is it. If you want to bring back the person you want… It would be better to become a revenge demon and gain a body that can be used.’

Ara chewed her lips over the devil’s words.

Thanks to magic, my body grew, and I ended up becoming a decent adult.

I was still too young to judge what was right and what was worth.

But I felt something in my heart.

It was her choice to become a witch that she made without hesitation.
A man’s story.

Ara closed her eyes and remembered what happened before she left on her trip.

‘Isn’t being a great detective a bit funny?’

‘Yes?’

‘He is like that too. In a mystery novel, the existence of a great detective is bound to be contradictory.’

Mitarai in the memory continued speaking.

‘For example, let’s say a series of murders occur in a closed circle at a snowy mountain cabin. A tragedy in a closed room that cannot be solved logically, the number of victims continues to increase, and those who remain feel suffocating fear every moment.’

‘It’s a plot like I’ve seen before.’

‘But just before the fourth murder occurred, the detective looked at the clues… Using dying messages, people’s alibis, and extraordinary observation skills, we find and point out the culprit. Solve the case with great eloquence in front of people. This is the detective in a typical mystery novel and our perception of it. People call him [The Great Detective] And the novel ends.’

It’s obvious, but that’s what clichés are.

But Mitarai continued.

‘But if you change your perspective, you cannot help but wonder whether that detective can truly be called a great detective. I like that, in a case that was tangled like a thread, they were able to separate people’s lies from the truth and uncover the clear truth. But… If he had the heart to prevent a real tragedy, the detective should have finished his reasoning in ‘The First Murder’ and caught the criminal. The longer we delay the serial killings, the more victims will die meaningless and painful deaths.’

‘If it ends there, the novel becomes no longer interesting.’

‘I’m talking about this assuming that great detectives actually exist in reality… Yes, that’s right. It won’t be fun.’

Mitarai laughed at Ara’s innocent reaction.

‘If you can catch the criminal in the first case, you may not have the reputation of a great detective. Solving the mystery of a single murder and solving multiple murder cases at the same time have different impacts. In the end, it is ironic that a great detective cannot help but crave more complex and difficult cases, even though his or her duty is to prevent tragedies.’

An examination of the great detective, who is seen as mechanical and cynical, and the puzzle-like mystery that focuses only on logic.

The story of Mitarai, who admired the existence of a great detective but understood her gap with reality,

It was a story that might have been unfamiliar to Ara, who had yet to experience a lot of full-scale reasoning.

Therefore, his words were reinterpreted from Ara’s perspective.

‘It’s no different from a magical girl.’

‘Huh… Magical girl?’

Mitarai’s eyes followed the screen of her smartphone that Ara was holding.
Even if you skipped a grade and are in the process of keeping up with university progress, you are still at the age where you like magical girls.

The background of her smartphone had a popular magical girl character drawn on it.

‘Magical girls are beings who only see the light when there is evil to deal with. If there were no beings to fight, no beings to protect, wouldn’t magical girls have similar concerns?’

‘Haha… I guess so.’

Mitarai smiled shyly at Ara’s words.

‘Still, it might be more comfortable to be a magical girl who can stop everything before it happens, rather than a great detective who has to wait for a murder to occur.’

Mitarai looked at the sky with a worried expression, and then she stroked Ara’s head.

‘Ara, it would be better for you to be like a magical girl rather than a great detective.’

‘… Yes?’

She thought it was Ara. I wonder if he really needed to bring up such a difficult story to himself at that time.

However, when she realized that there was a person among them who was plotting serial murder, Ara felt strangely aware.

He may have been worried as a great detective.

Despite noticing the misguided malice among the members of the mystery novel club,

While denying that reasoning, at the same time looking forward to it,

About the weakness and duplicity of a great detective who has to wait for the basis of his anxiety to turn into confidence.

‘… ‘Ah.’

Ara opened her eyes.

‘I’m sorry, but things won’t go your way, Azoth.’

Instead of being blinded by revenge and becoming someone who commits the same mistakes.

Ara began chanting her spell.

‘… Wow, stupid guy… What did you do… ?!’

[God’s logic, human magic] That can manipulate and change people’s memories.

Cast that magic on yourself.

What was the purpose of the demon named Azoth that gave him this power?

And I don’t know if he’s trying to embellish it on the other side of his not-so-pure goodwill.

He has no intention of repeating the tragedy he experienced.

‘The way you instigated the witch to become a vengeful demon… If it is a way to turn everything that caused the death of precious people into enemies.’

Break that chain here.

‘I will forget all that.’

‘Your guy… Using the power of the Philosopher’s Stone to do such ridiculous things… !!’

I feel like my head is pounding, and my stomach is pounding.

A feeling of having denied one’s own existence with perfect memory.

Light like a flash pours from the eyes, reconstructing the space of memory.

I am delirious from the flood of knowledge pouring in.

Is this because your mind is like a non-volatile memory that cannot be erased or overwritten by normal methods?

As if rebuilding a physical information space,

A library was completed before Ara’s eyes.

‘K, keuuuuu… !!’

It’s so hard that it’s tedious, but I endure it.

As Mitarai said.

Instead of a witch who is blinded by revenge and could cause another tragedy.

She is a great detective who aids and abets a tragedy.

To become a ‘magical girl’ who can prevent tragedy from the root.

Ara gritted her teeth.

In Ara’s ears, a devil’s voice is heard laughing so annoyingly.

‘You messed up and ruined the work…’ Damn you brat.’

Faaaaa… !!

With a shock like being hit hard on the back of her head.
Something shining comes out of Ara’s eyes.

It is a fragment of the Asrajin Philosopher’s Stone.

‘I can’t. I have no choice but to find another suitable person and ask for it.’

With a sound of laughter, the homunculus that Ara couldn’t finish rises from her seat.
Suddenly, the devil’s voice that was heard in the air was flowing out from the tentacle monster’s body.

The tentacle monster snatched the piece of the Philosopher’s Stone that fell out of her body.

Ara, realizing the devil’s intention, smiled even as her whole body trembled.

‘… I’m sorry, but it won’t work out. They put a spell on me there too.’

‘… What?’

Ara muttered, slowly gathering the fragments of her dark clouds.

‘Those who will become the next witches… She will recognize herself as a magical girl like me, and the world will change accordingly. It won’t work as you intended…’

She knew that she could pass on the Philosopher’s Stone to someone else because she herself became a witch in the same way.
That’s why Ara shared the magic cast on her.

To everyone who will become a witch, or rather a magical girl, in the future.

Haha… Is that really so? However, there may be a limit to casting that spell on all witches. The farther back you go, the more difficult it will be to deal with the magic attribute leak. Are you confident?’

I don’t know. Even now, Ara was having a hard time answering because her whole body was feeling tired and dazed.

‘The magic girl…’

‘Hmph?’

‘The magic girl… Because everyone knows that we are on the side of justice…’

That’s why Ara believed.

Next she will become a magical girl, and then she will become a magical girl.
The magical girls who face an unfair fate will also appear in the future.

People with clear and transparent souls will believe in the deterrent power of being a magical girl without doubt.

‘… It’s so stupid.’

As the voice of the devil in the body of a homunculus receded into the distance,

Only then did the detective become a magical girl.

I closed my thick eyelids.

* * *

She slept for a while and woke up with no memory of what had happened to her.

The witch’s familiar, which holds the souls of precious people, is the mascot,

The condition for acquiring her magic is a mission card,

The Philosopher’s Stone, which will be the driving force behind magic, is Heartstone.

The witches who will become vengeful spirits and give power to Azoth’s resurrection are,

Transformed into a magical girl who protects people and implements justice.

The same goes for the witches who appear after them.

Everything was so convincing that even Ara herself, who had lost her memory, was completely deceived.

Still, there are others who became magical girls.

Even when it came to realizing the truth of death, which was half a lie, she did not hesitate and joined the magical girl work.

It can be said that things went as Ara intended up to that point.

However, the number of magical girls increased to three.

Ara’s magical power became insufficient, and she began to occasionally return to her childlike appearance.

It was then that the magic spell that made her recognize herself as a magical girl began to fade.

And what emerged as a result.

‘Hello. Nice to meet you. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Umiyo… Park Woo-mi.’

‘I am Terus! ‘It’s coming!’

A magical girl who received the greatest fortune on earth.

Park Woo-mi.

She was a uterine magic girl.