Wild Magical Girl "Direct Attack with Dual Demon Magical Trouble – Got Chains?"
"I'll attack directly with Dual Demon Magical Trouble. Got any chains?"
"…None."
That brings the opponent's life points to zero.
Phew, barely won.
Ding!
Ah.
Just as I was about to suggest one more round, an alarm blared from my smartphone.
"Had fun?"
No helping it—I stood up, preparing to bid her farewell.
"Ugh… Can't we do just one more?"
The girl in front of me, clearly unwilling to admit defeat, begged for another game.
"Got another call."
With another magical girl's summons incoming, I gave her my goodbye.
"Did you like Magical Girl Pronesis's service? If it helped, please give me five stars."
"Ugh… I thought my dark deck would win…! Next time, I'll beat you for sure…!"
Poor thing.
I waved goodbye to the groaning girl and warped straight to the summoned location.
The first thing I saw upon warping was wallpaper covered in cute character illustrations.
"Hello."
The room was littered with toys, and at the center stood a magical girl in a frilly purple outfit.
"Ah! Hello!"
She politely bowed at the waist. Her name was Magical Girl Purple Twilight.
A newbie who'd debuted just over a month ago, with a polite and adorable charm that I really liked.
"What can I do for you?"
It had been two weeks since I created the summon feature.
The first day, it was just English Lavender, but after zipping around promoting it everywhere, word must've spread among the magical girls—now I was getting calls like crazy.
And then.
"Um… do you know how to fix computers?"
"…"
Most of them were ridiculous requests like this.
Just earlier, there was this one kid who called me daily to play card games with her, and now this—someone asking me to fix their PC.
"…What's the issue?"
Of course, it wasn't like I couldn't fix it.
Back in my manager days, I'd handled pretty much everything, so it was a breeze—
"The cooler's fan was too loud, so I hit it, and now the computer won't turn on."
…
Scratch that.
At least I'd never dealt with this before.
"In that case, just buy a quiet cooler…"
I suggested a reasonable solution, but.
"Ehehe…"
She averted her eyes.
"Um… I scraped together my first paycheck after debuting to buy this, so I don't have any money left…"
Aw.
With a sigh, I explained to her why she couldn't just ditch the cooler.
"Without a cooler, the computer basically won't run."
"Huh…? Why?"
"The temperature shoots right up. That's why you need a cooler."
If she were a bit older, she'd know this stuff cold, but hey, she's just a kid.
Judging by her magical girl form, she looked about eight years old.
You can't always tell age from the transformation, but the vibe and mannerisms are hard to fake.
"Could you tighten the screws? I think your unique magic is telekinesis?"
"Ah! You know me!?"
She must've figured I wouldn't recognize her.
Her face lit up in surprise that I knew her magic.
"Yeah, I watched your debut fight against that F-rank magic beast a month ago. You did great."
"Gasp…! What do I do…! Pronesis knows who I am…!"
She was that thrilled—covering her mouth, she bounced around the room in joy.
Pat pat pat pat pat.
Good thing she was so light—no worries about noise complaints.
"Anyway, mind tightening those screws?"
"Ah, sure…!"
She picked up a stray screw from nearby, focused on it, and.
"Giga drill…!"
Chanted her personal spell, screwing it right into the spot where I'd reinstalled the cooler.
"Shot!"
If not for her magic, she'd probably never even unscrew one herself.
Knock knock.
Then came a knock at the door.
"Honey~ Come have a snack~"
"Ah!"
Right—this was a normal family home.
"That big box from earlier… Oh?"
And just like that, we faced an awkward three-way standoff.
"…Hello."
"Uh… a friend of my daughter's…? I didn't see anyone come in…"
At least she treated me like a friend. Lucky with this appearance.
"Not exactly a friend… I'm Pronesis. Your daughter summoned me."
I gave her parents a quick intro and explained why I was here.
"Summoned…? Um… are you from the Association…?"
Hmm.
Kinda?
I had no intention of deceiving anyone, but explaining would be a hassle.
"Anyway, I'm done here, so I'll be going."
Her requests were all handled, and dropping the review line now would just make things weird.
Better to bail.
"Take care."
"Wait—"
Our meeting ended on a bittersweet note.
Phew.
Almost got slapped with breaking and entering.
In the blink of an eye, the scenery shifted to my room, packed floor-to-ceiling with magical girl merch.
"Haa."
Thud.
Exhausted.
I flopped onto the bed right after warping, surveying my newly acquired magical girl goodies.
Lately, I'd been getting merch from the girls I helped—signatures, keychains, you name it.
A bunch of fresh faces had joined the collection, but hands down, the best was.
"Gotta love this brand-new embroidered English Lavender doll. Zero wear and tear."
Unlike the slightly used one from Seoyeon, the one I got directly from English Lavender was pristine.
Carefully preserved in a glass case for eternal display.
So satisfying to admire.
Next to it sat the crudely made doll of me from before.
Even though it was mine, I kept it nearby as a memento, right by her doll.
Speaking of, time to check the reviews.
I dropped my transformation, pulled out my phone, and opened the review site.
Hmm.
Looking at two weeks' worth of reviews, it really hit me how much had happened.
Requests to play games were tame—I enjoyed them too, so no biggie.
But there was this one magical girl who, every three days like clockwork, asked me to roleplay as a paparazzi.
I'm not a paparazzi service, lady.
"But you're basically escorting them on dates without charging, right?"
"That doesn't mean I'm selling my body."
Paparazzi play isn't exactly prostitution, sure.
But the real issue was the girl who, the day after I met English Lavender, straight-up asked to hit a motel.
"Asking a cute, adorable magical girl like me to go to a motel? That's too much."
"…"
Magical girls look like high schoolers at most, no matter their real age.
When one who looked middle-school age suggested a motel, it was straight-up bewildering.
Even chalking it up to hormonal teen curiosity, being that blatant felt wrong.
"But to get those five stars, you'd have to—"
"No way. That's crossing a line."
I was chasing reviews to get stronger, yeah, but not by selling myself.
No world-ending crisis justified that, and even if there was, I wouldn't go there.
As Sofia and I bantered lightly, griping about the reviews.
Ding!
Another summon came in.
Oh right, I'd planned to stop after this one today.
"Disable the summon button after this."
"It's still early though?"
"I'm beat."
Dealing with people ain't easy.
This body's low stamina meant a solid nap after this call.
What a hassle of a vessel.
"Transform."
Lying on the bed, my messy hair neatly styled itself as the transformation completed.
Here's hoping this one's a legit reason.
With that wish, I warped to the coordinates.
Scanning around to spot the summoner, a voice called out.
"Ah, hello…"
A super timid voice. It vaguely reminded me of our homeroom teacher, but softer—like a small animal.
"Hello."
A voice I'd never heard, a face I'd never seen.
No way.
"Um… I was just walking and suddenly became a magical girl… How do I untransform…?"
Ha.
Best news I'd heard all year.
All my fatigue vanished, replaced by pure motivation.