Chapter 244: Chapter 2. Become a Magical Girl
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This world is vast. Even if the sky were to fall, there would be someone to hold it up. If that doesn't work, just sit down. And if that still doesn't work, just lie down! The world isn't tragic enough to force them to bear it, so...
"Roman, eating cake early in the morning isn't a good idea," Cyd carefully sliced the cake with a fork. "As a doctor, you should know better."
"Hmm? C-chan, a person won't die from missing a few meals, nor from eating two cakes," Roman argued, waving his fork confidently.
"Bang——!"
The door was violently kicked open as Olga Marie stormed in furiously.
"It's already this late! What are you two doing?!"
"Ahhhh!" Roman, who was acting all composed just a second ago, panicked and threw the cake away—right in the direction of Olga Marie, the director's daughter.
I'm dead! I'm definitely going to be scolded!
Cyd raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The [Reforged Pandora] leaning against the wall instantly expanded. The large ring slowly rotated, and the needle representing the world's time stopped.
"I'm not sure if eating a few pieces of cake would kill you, but this certainly would," Cyd said nonchalantly as he stood up, caught the cake suspended mid-air, and placed it back on Roman's plate. He then put his own plate into Roman's hands as well.
Cyd clapped his hands and looked at Olga Marie.
Always pretending to be mature, at this moment, she was like a child. Her hands, previously crossed over her chest to appear imposing, were now raised to shield her face. The eyes that always looked down on others fearfully closed.
"Still not mature enough, Little Marie," Cyd chuckled, patting Olga Marie's head. "You know very well, I will protect you."
With that, Cyd playfully pinched Olga Marie's nose and sat back down. "The gears of time resume their motion."
"Clang——"
The sound of a clock, audible only to Cyd, rang out. The rotating ring stopped, and the needle representing the world's time started moving again. But it returned to its box form in just an instant.
"Ugh!!!" Olga Marie held her head, letting out a small animal-like whimper.
Roman's mouth hung open. Though he had no idea what had just happened, he wondered if now was his chance to destroy the evidence.
Just as he was about to urge Cyd to quickly finish the cake, the white-haired young man calmly sipped his tea, leisurely watching the adorable scene of Olga Marie. Now, there were two pieces of cake on his plate.
Noticing Roman's incredulous stare, Cyd glanced back at him slowly, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
[Go ahead~]
Roman gulped and forced the two pieces of strawberry cake into his mouth.
At that moment, Olga Marie snapped back to reality. The cake that seemed to fly towards her moments ago felt like an illusion. Nothing had happened; instead, she had just suddenly grabbed her head and let out a wail.
How embarrassing!
Especially since the two people sitting on the bed were staring straight at her.
"Ahem, ahem. Someone's looking for you," Olga Marie coughed heavily, then covered her face and ran out.
"You should thank me, Doctor," Cyd handed Roman another cup of hot tea as Roman's face began to turn the color of a pig's liver. "You just avoided a scolding."
Roman threw his head back and gulped down the tea rudely.
"I'm alive again!" Roman patted his chest in relief, almost choking on his own cake; how embarrassing.
"That's why you shouldn't eat cake in the morning," Cyd shrugged.
"It's just... never mind," Roman scratched his head. "By the way, C-chan, aren't you going to leave? You shouldn't keep the guest waiting."
"Maybe they're here to see you~" Cyd stretched lazily.
"No one would come looking for me," Roman replied with a wry smile that made Cyd feel a bit irritated.
"Then I'll come find you next time," Cyd patted Roman's shoulder firmly. "So, stop making that face. You're not alone."
Roman was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his face vigorously, showing his usual gentle and relaxed smile. "True, it would be bad if you guys got worried."
"By the way, if you want to browse weird websites late at night, go ahead, but don't make strange noises," Cyd raised a finger and smiled warmly. "Or I'll cut off your internet. Speaking of which, I accidentally cut a weird wire in your room this morning."
"My dear Mari!!!"
Roman wailed as he dashed past Cyd and out of the room.
"Clumsy, panicking over trivial matters," Cyd walked leisurely towards Chaldea's reception room with his hands in his pockets. "That's who you are. You've stood for long enough. No one will blame you for lying down. We're not saviors."
Though he said that, he could still be someone's savior. For instance, the man sitting on the sofa in front of him, looking dead tired—El-Melloi II, with Gray standing behind him, gripping her hood.
"I suppose it could only be you two coming to Chaldea to find me," Cyd scratched his head and sat across from El-Melloi II.
"Uh… please accept this…" Gray nervously took out a delicately wrapped small box from under her cloak.
"A small gift to bribe me, huh?" Cyd raised an eyebrow and reached out to take the small box from Gray's hands. "But for you to travel all this way to find me, it probably isn't a small matter."
"Sort of," El-Melloi II sighed, pulling a map out of his pocket and spreading it on the table. Several locations were circled on it. "These are the spiritual veins of Fuyuki City. These locations have become distorted."
"Is that… unusual?" Cyd, who was completely clueless about magic, tilted his head.
"These places have formed other spaces. According to certain observations, there are Servants inside, but unlike the Holy Grail War, they seem to be summoned by cards," El-Melloi II rubbed his brow. "The Clock Tower's intention is to prevent any stomach-churning incidents by retrieving those cards as soon as possible, so…"
"So, the versatile El-Melloi II has to make a move again?" Cyd chuckled. "To repay that seemingly insurmountable debt."
"I'm not good at fighting," El-Melloi II covered his face. "If we're to recover the cards, we'll have to defeat the seven Servants head-on. It's uncertain whether they can use their Noble Phantasms."
"So… didn't that one give you any useful equipment?" Cyd spread his hands.
El-Melloi II's expression became indescribably complicated, while Gray tugged at her hood, seemingly trying to avoid something.
"I understand," Cyd extended his hand towards El-Melloi II. "Leave it to me."
"Thank you," El-Melloi II sighed with relief. If Cyd hadn't agreed, he would have had to shamelessly beg Gray to use that thing.
But Gray probably had a deep psychological shadow from being tricked by that thing once.
Or maybe, just like that thing said:
[Although I don't want to contract with an overworked old man, if you really want to become a magical girl, it's not impossible.]
What a joke!
"You guys are among my few friends in this era," Cyd smiled. "It's about time I prepared a new story for Mash."
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