Don't Make Any More Magical Girls

In the world where magical girls had won, the first words out of her mouth were, “Don’t make any more magical girls.”

“What?”

“We’ve already crushed every last demon. Is there any reason to keep churning out more magical girls?”

This was the protagonist of this world—the president of the goddamn Magical Girl Association. The Magical Girl of Hope, Serafina.

I hadn’t seen ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her once since the final battle that closed Part One, but the moment she summoned me I knew it would be nothing but bullshit. She simply refused to tolerate any variable that might threaten her power.

“Appointing magical girls is my authority. Now you’re trying to stick your nose even there?”

“Oh, I know, I know. That’s why I’m asking you as a friend. Right, Porim? You’ll do me this favor, won’t you? We’re friends, after all.”

Serafina wore a thin, mocking smile as she rested her hand on top of my head. Favor? Bullshit. She was going to do exactly as she pleased anyway. She even acted like I was literally a dog, even though she knew perfectly well I was a fairy from the magical realm—not some black poodle.

She used to be such a proper protagonist…

Magical Girl Serafina.

It was the last web novel that had completely hooked a hopeless magical-girl otaku like me. After it finished Part One it vanished into hiatus, but back during serialization it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say I lived for each new upload.

I had been possessed as that story’s mascot fairy. A fairy, sure—if “fairy” meant a useless mutt with zero talents.

The ability to read an opponent’s information was pointless when I already knew the original plot. Magic detection was equally worthless on a non-combatant mascot. And the power to appoint new magical girls was about to be sealed away by the association president standing right in front of me.

Using my knowledge of the original work, I had groveled like an actual dog. I scoured every hidden corner of the human world to avoid the rampaging demons, begged the Great Mother of the magical realm like a filthy fly, and squeezed every possible resource out of her. I raised the number of magical girls as high as I could and taught them every shortcut to power I knew.

Oddly enough, it hadn’t felt difficult at all. Getting to personally manage and nurture magical girls? That was the ultimate dream of any magical-girl fanatic.

Every time one of the girls I supported grew stronger, I felt genuine joy, as if I had leveled up myself.

The result of all that effort? The protagonist Serafina had obliterated the final boss—the Demon King—with a single murderous beam of light and triggered the end credits. She had become a planetary-threat magical girl who far surpassed anything in the original story.

And then.

Once the final boss fell and peace arrived, every magical girl I had raised fell into corruption. They formed their so-called Association, refused any oversight from the magical realm, and immediately dipped their hands into every crime imaginable.

Overseeing illegal casinos and drug rings became routine. Cults, contract killings—if there was profit involved, a magical girl was almost certainly pulling the strings.

The government that had once welcomed the magical girls with open arms eventually realized the danger. But by then it was too late. How do you stop superhumans who can punch through tanks with their bare hands and laugh off ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠machine-gun fire?

In the end the government was toppled by the magical girls—more pathetically than they had ever fallen to the demons.

After that, every high-ranking magical girl claimed a city for herself and became its mayor. These girls who had been hailed as saviors of the world had zero real-world experience. Hand them the kind of absolute power once held by medieval lords and they practically swam in it.

I only wanted to create the most ideal magical girl with my own hands… How did it come to this?

I had succeeded in making Serafina the strongest magical girl alive. At the same time, I had created the worst one imaginable.

I was a failure of a fairy.

“Porim? I still haven’t heard your answer.”

While I had been lost in thought, Serafina narrowed her eyes and stared at me. It was an obvious danger signal. That expression always preceded a murderous light ray.

“…Fine. I won’t make any more.”

I had no choice but to compromise. Refusing her now would only lead to another “infinite regeneration dissection show,” with the healing magical girl on standby like last time. I still had nightmares about it.

“Smart choice. Now get out.”

Serafina gave a small laugh and kicked me square in the rear. The light impact made my body tilt. This was the same girl who used to bow at a perfect ninety degrees and thank me for the tiniest thing. How could someone change so completely?

Rotten bitch. Vile, spoiled bitch.

I whipped my head around to glare at her.

The result was no different from before. A simple villain verdict. The world itself had labeled this woman a villain. On top of that, once a magical girl finished awakening, her true name and awakened abilities could no longer be viewed. She had become something other than the Magical Girl of Hope.

And danger level 7.7? What the hell? The final boss, the Demon King, had only been a 5.

“Are you going to keep those eyes narrowed like that?”

Serafina raised a finger. Brilliant light began to gather at the tip pointed straight at me. I hurriedly lowered my gaze, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠only then did her voice soften with satisfaction.

“Good boy. It’s so much nicer when you remember your place. Now scram.”

I left the office with my head hanging low.

Yeah… whatever. It doesn’t matter. Even if I did make more magical girls, they’d only turn ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out like Serafina anyway…

After being forced into that compromise, I comforted myself and rationalized the injustice. It was a habit I’d developed ever since the magical girls I raised—ever since Serafina—had fallen to corruption.

Even without the coercion, I wasn’t planning to make any more anyway, so it’s fine.

…Though honestly I didn’t even have the capacity left to do it.

I had poured everything into creating as many magical girls as possible to fight the demons, the villains of Part One. There was nothing left to give. If I really scraped the bottom of the barrel I might manage two more, but I had no intention of doing so. There was no point in the current situation.

“What the… who the hell let this mutt in the hallway?”

A sharp, irritated voice rang out as I headed for the exit. I turned toward the sound and saw a woman with blue hair tied back, staggering unsteadily. She had two handsome boys clinging to her arms.

Damn junkie bitch. Swapped out her men again, I see.

“…Teris.”

“Huh? It’s Porim. What are you doing here?”

“Serafina called me.”

Teris, mayor of the metropolis Lastia City. She could never stay cooped up in her own territory. Something about it having the most handsome men.

With half-dilated pupils, Teris stroked the cheek of the man beside her like he was a pet. That was exactly what he was. When her fingers brushed through his hair, the man gave a frightened, servile smile. I didn’t feel particularly sorry for him. My own situation wasn’t all that different.

To outsiders it might look pathetic, but to him it was probably a desperate struggle to survive. Teris would run anyone who displeased her through with her spear. Dozens had already died that way.

I was lucky; I didn’t fall into her preferences. The original body hadn’t been handsome enough to suit her tastes, and right now I wasn’t even human.

After staring at me for a moment, Teris dropped a casual remark.

“Hey, don’t come to the Association anymore. The girls feel uncomfortable around you.”

“……”

Uncomfortable, she said. The mid-tier and lower magical girls did still watch their behavior around me, if only a little. It wasn’t enough to have any real influence. Of course, fully awakened monsters like Serafina and Teris didn’t give a single damn.

When I stayed silent, dumbfounded, Teris waved her hand dismissively and poked the man she was holding.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Hey, mutt. Escort Porim outside.”

“Yes! Understood! Right this way, Sir Porim.”

The fact that he was even assigned as an escort meant get the hell out and don’t cause trouble. They knew damn well I didn’t need directions.

I left with the stiff-backed man trailing behind me.

“…..”

“……”

Not a single word passed between us as we walked down the corridor. The silence was awkward. Maybe I should say something.

“How are things at the Association lately? Is it bearable working under Teris?”

The man jumped as if I’d slapped him. After a brief hesitation he launched into an exaggerated reply.

“Of course! The Association is running perfectly! Lady Teris treats us very well!”

…Yeah, he wasn’t good conversation material. Nor was he a very good pet. Teris didn’t like obedient types. She got bored quickly. To survive under her, you needed to walk that perfect tightrope—subservient but never spineless. Anything less and you were dead.

He’ll be gone soon.

Even while speaking, the man kept glancing around nervously, body trembling. At this rate, advice would be useless. The moment he was chosen to escort me, his fate was sealed. If a better-looking man appeared, he’d be replaced instantly.

“Have a safe journey, Sir Porim!”

When we reached the entrance the man bowed deeply. The sight reminded me of how Serafina used to be, but I shook my head and pushed the memory away. A black poodle receiving a respectful bow might look ridiculous, but since I was known as the magical girls’ advisor, no one found it strange.

Clip-clop, clip-clop.

With the sound of little paws I stepped out of the Association’s main entrance. Right beside the gate stood a gallows. Beneath it, several corpses with tongues lolling out seemed to stare down at me. People who had tried to escape the city? Or maybe revolutionaries who had opposed the magical girls from the underground. Or perhaps they were simply innocent.

There was no way to know. The charges were whatever the rulers found convenient. If I really wanted to dig, I could uncover the truth, but no one in this city—no, in this entire world—was insane enough to try.

Public executions had become routine. Even if you escaped the city, there was no paradise waiting. Everywhere else was the same, and beyond the cities lay nothing but wasteland.

Things that even the worst dictatorships would hesitate to do were carried out openly here.

What could I possibly do in a world this insane?

No matter how much I thought about it, the answer never came.

Let’s run away to the magical realm.

I hurriedly activated the communication spell.

“Great Mother!!”