"Why do I feel..."
Aiba Asagi walked to the window and let out a big yawn, a shimmering tear welling at the corner of her eye.
Gazing at the distant burst of white light, she swished the curtains shut with a sharp pull. "Teacher Arcutie's getting all excited since she noticed something's going on."
Even in Minamiya Natsuki's class, she'd heard rumors about this teacher who taught Nagisa.
After all...
A teacher who'd charge into a crowd of students during P.E. to join their games was something she'd never seen before.
And this Teacher Arcutie seemed particularly fond of high jump, often going to practice after school as the sunset painted the sky.
Having a specific time just for high jump—what kind of ritual was that?
Scratching her tousled long hair, Aiba Asagi shuffled back to bed.
"The Master detests boredom."
After tidying up the towel Asagi had used, Trimmau placed a contract right in the face of the girl who was about to sink back into a snooze.
"What's this?"
"A formal employment contract."
"Ehh~" Asagi pulled the covers up, leaving only her russet-brown eyes peeking out. "I'm still a minor in high school, you know."
"The arrangement is similar to your previous work for the Gigafloat Management Corporation." Trimmau set the contract on the nightstand and turned to pull out a tablet.
It displayed the Mystic Eye menu from the Mystic Eye Collection Train.
"Knowing you have no particular need for money, the compensation offered is this."
"Mystic Eyes..."
Asagi took the tablet in a daze, her fingers unconsciously stroking its smooth casing.
"As the Master is often away now, the variety of Mystic Eyes available cannot be increased for the time being." Trimmau glanced at the tablet with a hint of disdain. "We apologize for the limited selection."
"Limited selection..."
Staring at the dazzling array of Mystic Eyes listed, Asagi's jaw dropped slightly.
These were priceless items, treasures you couldn't just buy on the market.
And... Master?
So that meant Teacher Arcutie was the Fifth Primogenitor?
Did their humble private Saikai Academy really have two Primogenitors?
"Ah, right."
Trimmau's voice made her look up again. An eye-shaped pattern was now floating before her.
"We've currently developed a method for portable Mystic Eye use. Please feel free to choose without worrying about usability."
These would sell like crazy.
The already wealthy Mystic Eye Collection Train was about to become even more flush.
Asagi gave a slight nod, her fingers swiftly scrolling through the screen.
"This one."
Her finger stopped on a specific Mystic Eye, and the girl revealed a brilliant smile.
"That one was something the Master thought was fun to create. It doesn't have much combat capability, you know." Trimmau leaned in for a look. "Are you sure?"
"Mhm." Asagi handed the tablet back, peacefully closing her eyes. "Nothing could suit me better."
Well, I suppose that's true.
Trimmau nodded, glancing at the phone on the nightstand. "Do you require anything else, Miss Aiba?"
"Nope, nope. It's back-to-sleep time now." Asagi waved her arm lazily, pulling the covers a little higher.
"Pleasant dreams."
Click.
The door closed softly, plunging the room into a tranquil silence. Sensing the now empty surroundings, Asagi slowly opened the eyes she had just shut.
Simultaneously, a deep crimson glow quietly enveloped the room.
"Mogwai, isn't Teacher Arcutie the perfect candidate to fulfill your long-held wish?" She glanced at the phone nearby, her voice a soft murmur. "Aren't you going to seek her out?"
"...The Beast Vassal Warhead is a power capable of casually destroying the world, but this visitor from another world..." A mechanical voice, accompanied by the appearance of an ugly cloth doll on the phone screen.
It wasn't that he hadn't considered the idea, but he couldn't casually hand such power to just anyone.
"I actually think Teacher Arcutie could casually destroy the world even without the Beast Vassal Warhead." Asagi turned on her side, nuzzling the soft pillow as drowsiness washed over her.
"That is... certainly true." Mogwai's expression twisted into a bitter smile. "Land weakening because the power residing in it is too strong... I've never seen such a thing."
"And..." The doll's eyes shifted toward the window obscured by curtains. "...That sword."
That sword gave him an intense feeling, a sensation as if it too could casually annihilate the world.
"Young Miss, you..." He turned back, intending to warn Asagi to be cautious in the future. But the steady breathing sound from the girl made him close his metaphorical mouth.
The ugly doll smiled silently and vanished from the phone screen.
Rest well, Young Miss.
"Hiss—"
Suddenly, Asagi, who had already fallen asleep, let out a pained gasp.
Rubbing the part of her waist in contact with the bed, she frowned in confusion.
"My back... really hurts."
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My daughter is getting stranger and stranger.
That's what Kanase Kensei thought.
Ever since those frequent gas explosion incidents started half a year ago, his adopted daughter, Kanase Kanon, had been acting more and more odd.
Not only was she becoming lazier, but she also seemed to be eating more and more.
Could the Faux Angel ritual have side effects like this?
He stared blankly at Kanon inside the laboratory.
The Faux Angel was a magical ritual he had researched for years, using artificial means to trigger spiritual evolution, allowing a human to be reborn into a higher-order existence.
It shouldn't have side effects like this...
"So, how are these Faux Angels doing now?"
An impatient voice came from behind him. A blonde woman in a wine-red suit jacket shuffled lazily to his side.
"Progressing smoothly. We can proceed to the next stage soon," Kanase Kensei replied flatly.
"That's good."
Kensei turned to look at the displeased blonde woman. "Is the company's situation getting worse, BB?"
"Yeah." BB—Beatrice Basler—fiddled with a button on her chest, her expression growing more irritated. "Other cleaning robot companies have released new products again."
She grumbled.
"Cleaning robots... the price competition is brutal, technological innovation is rapid, the rivals are insanely cutthroat, and the profit margins are pitifully small."
Beatrice patted Kensei's shoulder. "Our company's future rests entirely on you. Work hard, and life will get sweeter and sweeter."
Kensei impassively brushed her hand away, his gaze silently fixed on the girl in the lab.
He had no interest in any of that. He just wanted the experiment to proceed smoothly.
Better to make sure.
With that thought, Kanase Kensei entered the laboratory.
Pure white walls, dazzling lights, impeccably clean air.
His adopted daughter, Kanase Kanon, lay on a marble bed.
"Kanon, how have you been feeling lately?" Even when speaking to his own adopted daughter, his tone remained devoid of emotion, detached.
The silver hair shifted up and down, as if to indicate she was in good condition.
"That's good." Kensei leaned down, gently brushing aside his adopted daughter's hair. "If you feel anything at all different from before, you must tell me."
The little silver-haired head nodded again.
"Good. We'll continue preparations now," Kensei stated.
For some reason, a sudden breeze stirred within the room.
The hair swayed. And beneath the covering of that short silver hair—
Kanon, wearing a silver wig—Neco-Arc—opened her mouth.
"Meow."
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T/N: Bro i feel scammed. In the wiki content, the Gigafloat Management Corporation was called Manmade Island Management Corporation for both Aiba Asagi and Akishige Yaze, but it was a diff name this entire time.
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