My Bungo system is a little different

Gaba Nanako and Gaba Mimiko.

At first glance, it looks like a bad-looking and beautiful JK with blond hair and black hair, but in fact it is a hundred times more terrifying Overlord Flower.

How many auxiliary supervisors were hanged in Shinjuku?

In short, it is the type that unconditionally supports summer oil but has no extra thoughts.

However, at this moment, the sisters in front of Miss Beatty——

"Let's go shopping in Ginza together, maybe Bi-chan can take us into a bar, what do you think, Mimiko?" Left.

"Nanako... Master Xia You won't allow it. Or go and see the newly opened fashion store?" Right.

As a result, isn't the preference completely different from ordinary JK?

Noticing the sluggishness of the older woman in front of her, the blond girl who was already searching for places with her mobile phone paused and asked, "I almost forgot to ask, Hi-chan is not Japanese, do you want us to take you around Tokyo?" ?”

"Eh? Well, actually, I—" the red-haired adult woman hesitated and stopped in the middle, "If Nanako and Mimiko want to go, then I—"

Then Miss Beatty was dragged to the mall by two teenage girls.

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Chizhi, who thought she was already very skilled in the business of raising children, was hit hard.

how to say?The atmosphere in Tokyo and Yokohama is really very different.

After Chizhi walked for 3 hours in high heels, a certain respect for Xia Youjie came to his heart spontaneously.

The 15-year-old girl who was raised from the early childhood to the present can have a chaotic view of good and evil while not having any major problems in other aspects. The power of Xia You's male mother should not be underestimated.

However, it also reflects someone's deepest true thoughts at the same time.

"Bijiang, don't you really want to buy a piece of clothing yourself?"

Hearing the question ringing in his ears, Chizhi recovered in time and answered: "No need. I'm a little bit past that age, and I'm happier watching you buy new clothes than buying new clothes myself."

What a joke, if he behaved more positively, he might be dragged to the locker room. He hasn't lowered his moral bottom line to such an extent.

"In the end, after shopping all afternoon, I felt that Bijiang was carrying bags for us. I was a little embarrassed."

When the position of the sun fell to only half of the highest point, Nanako spoke angrily as if remembering some order.

During the whole afternoon's trip to Ginza, except for showing a little interest in front of the "Yomiuri Shimbun" newspaper, Miss Beatty just walked with the girls.

Chizhi, who is proficient in the way of observing words and emotions, showed a little bit of momentum that a big sister should have at the right time, and said: "It's okay. I am very happy to come out to play with you. Next, I will treat you to barbecue."

Careless children raised by careless adults are easily distracted.

The three of them went to a slightly expensive store.

It's not to the extent that the price will not be listed on the menu, but it's not the kind that you can eat without a reservation.

Amidst the pleasant exhaustion of the whole body and the aroma of 'Zi Zi' oil, the girls' thoughts naturally became light.

Looking at Miss Beatty, who sat opposite and took care of the roasting process, Nanako somehow blurted out: "Bi Jiang, what did you do before?"

Miss Beatty seemed to be unemployed when she came to Panxingjiao for help.

The hand holding the tongs paused for a moment above the grill, and for a while, the only sound in the box was the 'crackling' sound of the juice dripping from the barbecue when it was slowly curled over the charcoal fire.

Then Miss Beatty gracefully put the tongs back on the plate silently and smiled reassuringly at the two girls.

"It's a very common job. Consulting or something. Because I want to be far away from the place where I was born, I took the initiative to transfer to work in Japan when I have the opportunity." She tilted her head slightly and recalled, "I just saw it after coming to Japan. -"

Miss Beatty didn't finish her sentence, but both Nanako and Mimiko heard what she meant.

——Because there are too many mantras in Japan who suspect that their mental problems have worsened and quit their jobs.

I used to have tragic memories in my hometown, but now I live alone in a foreign country under the shackles of the spirit.

The hand of the black-haired girl holding the doll tightened slightly.

"Follow Master Xia You." Somewhat abruptly, Mimiko said these words.

'Families should help each other. ’ The teachings she had received all year round came to her mind.

"Follow me——" the older party showed a thoughtful expression, "Mr. Xia You does seem trustworthy. But I have no idea of ​​engaging in religious work for the time being, and Japanese laws seem to have restrictions on nationality. restricted."

During the past few days in contact with the staff of the Panxing Cult, Miss Beatty has not learned anything about the status quo of the conjuration world or Xia Youjie's identity, which means that in her eyes, the Panxing Cult is temporarily It's just a religious group with relatively special members.

"That's not it!" Feeling that the power was in the air, the girl had no choice but to ask a topic that should not be discussed on this occasion, "How is your spell power controlled?"

"Curse power—" Miss Beatty changed the subject graciously, "It feels like it's going well?"

Her tone became a little hesitant in the second half of the sentence.

"What's the matter? We will help you answer any questions." When she said these words, Nanako felt that the depression in her chest was slightly relieved.

"It seems a little unclear to explain directly, I'd better demonstrate some." As she said, the older woman lowered her head and rummaged through the bag she was carrying.

When she looked up again, she was holding an old-fashioned lighter, which was pure copper in color.

Miss Beatty opened the lid of the lighter with her ivory fingers, and flicked the lighter on it with gentle steps.

It's not like an old-fashioned lighter at all. Almost the moment you flip it with your fingers, a yellow flame spits out from it.

It is the flame color unique to kerosene lighters.

Then, with the other hand, Miss Beatty took out a red-labeled cigarette case with a white background from the pocket of her long windbreaker, and pushed out a cigarette with one hand very familiarly.

For some reason, Nanako and Mimiko were both immersed in this kind of performance that looked like an old American movie from the last century, and neither made a sound to remind that the private room was a non-smoking area.

What happens next isn't Miss Beatty taking the time to light a cigarette and maintain the movie vibe with her long fingers, smoke, twinkling sparks and steel-blue eyes.

But -

The older woman carefully holds the end of the cigarette before holding the other end over the flickering flame of the lighter.

The moment the flame licked the cigarette, Miss Beatty let go of her hand, but before the cigarette could land, no, it should be said that it was completely burned before it fell into the air.

In the end, only a small pile of black ash fell on the table.There was almost no smoke in the air, not only the smoke that cigarettes should have, but not even the black smoke of carbon that usually comes with burning something.

When Nanako and Mimiko stared at the black ash on the table, Miss Beatty's voice sounded immediately: "When I was learning how to use spell power, I wanted to smoke a cigarette once, but it ended up like this, and I almost burned my hand and my heart." furniture."

Once again, the box fell into a subtle silence.

After a while, the black-haired girl said in an unstable tone: "This, it should be a spell, right? Nanako?"

"Bi-chan, have you ever tried to light anything other than cigarettes?" The blond girl was also in an uneasy mood.

"Uh, no?" The red-haired woman had undisguised doubts on her face, "Isn't this a normal situation?"

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Miss Beatty was dragged back to the Panxing Cult's residence immediately after paying the bill by the two girls who were not in the mood to continue eating.

And was asked to re-demonstrate in front of the summer oil leader and do more combustion tests.

In the end, more than a dozen 'ash piles' with slightly different colors were left on the training ground.

From flammable substances such as cigarettes at the beginning to non-combustible substances in the usual sense, they were ignited indiscriminately.

It oxidized all the test substances they found in violation of the laws of science, and even after leaving the flame, the reaction products spontaneously re-reacted in reverse.

What Miss Beatty used was just an ordinary lighter fueled by kerosene, not some cursed object.

So--

Xia Youjie took a second look at the red-haired woman who stood at a loss among several people.

Can the spell ignite all substances?

Limiting the conditions of use to being ignited with an ordinary lighter should be a 'restraint' set subconsciously for oneself.he thought.

"I'm sorry, is there anyone who can explain this situation to me?" As if she couldn't bear the thoughtful eyes around her any longer, Miss Beatty raised her left hand and asked cautiously.

Did it start with sorry again?It is not that the Japanese have worse habits than the Japanese in this regard.

Xia You suppressed the wandering thoughts, soothed the other party's uneasiness with his eyes, and then answered: "Miss Beatty, your technique is probably extraordinary."

"What's the point if you can only burn things?" Once again, there was a strange look projected from the steel-blue eyes.

Xia You was silent for a moment.

Being able to burn regardless of the target, such a technique is of course very powerful in his opinion, whether it is facing a curse spirit or a human being.

But for Beatty, who has been living in a monkey and holds that way of thinking, it does not sound like a useful ability.

"Also, from that time on, I couldn't even light a cigarette."

As if to confirm Xiayou's idea, Beatty took out a cigarette case from his pocket and said in a complicated tone.

The LUCKYSTRIKE with a red label on a white background came into Xia Youjie's eyes, completely blocking his consolation words, and he asked reluctantly, "Lucky Strike cigarettes? So it's a good thing to smoke less."

Beatty stroked the cellophane outside the cigarette case with his slender fingers, and let out a soft laugh: "Actually, I didn't smoke much at first, but—"

"Just looking for a little bit of 'luck'."