Chapter 300: Will You Form a Contract With Me and Become a Magical Girl?

Xia Yao walked barefoot straight back to her bedroom, flinging herself heavily onto the soft, large bed.

She stared at the ceiling, her mind beginning to run wild uncontrollably.

Recalling the scene of walking side by side with that blockhead tonight, thinking back to that cheek that made her heart race, and the image of her mustering the courage to kiss it, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curl up again.

Ah, she should have just gone for a direct hug.

If she went further, spending the night together wasn't entirely out of the question...

The more she thought about it, the redder her face became, and she couldn't help but pat her own cheeks.

But soon, her thoughts drifted to that magical girl Mengmengxiang who had shone so brilliantly on television.

(＜ゝω·）~☆

So that silly girl could actually make an expression like that, huh. Truly unexpected.

Speaking of which... was that really a recording? What did the first half even mean?

And that identical sapphire necklace she had given her.

Could she... also become like her, a kirakira, sparkling magical girl?

If so, could she stand beside that blockhead, instead of only being able to hide behind him?

Uncle An had said a couple of days ago that the family did have some business related to those supernatural incidents...

But if that were the case, wouldn't she have to deal with those two people? And have to see their cold, indifferent faces again?

"So troublesome..."

She took out her phone, wanting to send Uncle An a message, but after deleting and revising it many times, she still couldn't make up her mind.

In the end, she only sent out a message that seemed a bit childish.

"Uncle An, help me collect all the animations and materials about magical girls on the market."

After sending the message, she lay back down on the bed.

Amid her wandering thoughts, drowsiness gradually crept in.

She didn't know how much time had passed.

Suddenly.

As if she had sensed something, she abruptly snapped awake from her hazy state.

In that moment, the moonlight cast through the window seemed to undergo some peculiar refraction, and the light in the room became dreamlike and bewitching.

Xia Yao turned her head in confusion.

Then... her eyes widened in an instant, all traces of sleepiness gone.

Because at this very moment, something unbelievable had suddenly happened.

Accompanied by a scattering of fine silver light dust, above her desk had appeared, at some unknown point, a small purple pixie with rabbit ears and a fox tail.

It was surrounded by a ring of dreamlike fluorescent light, and those large, watery eyes were fixed on the dumbfounded Xia Yao. Suspended in midair, it slowly opened its mouth with a sweet, ethereal childlike voice.

"I can sense that your heart is yearning to become a magical girl, mian."

"Will you form a contract with me and become a magical girl, mian?"

At this moment.

The little pixie named Miantangtan was screaming excitedly in its heart, while on the surface, it tried its utmost to maintain its carefully designed entrance special effects and elegance.

To think that my luck was actually this good. Sure enough, escaping a great disaster means good fortune to follow, mian!

Finding a pure maiden with such high aptitude so quickly right after coming out, mian!

Its large eyes darted around, and its gaze locked firmly onto the ice-blue gem pendant hanging at Xia Yao's chest.

Though the quantity wasn't much, it seemed to carry an extremely, extremely high-grade magic power. This saved the trouble of finding a "vessel"!

Although the scent was somewhat familiar, there was no need to think too much about it!

No matter what, this girl is definitely going to be contracted by me, mian!

...

Several days later.

Wind Capital.

Eastern Suburbs.

A black luxury sedan drove smoothly along the road.

Lush vegetation lined both sides of the road, the dense branches and leaves interwoven into a net of alternating deep and light green, swaying gently with the breeze.

A white-haired old butler, who still carried an air of dignity despite his age, sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel, driving with full concentration.

And the black-haired girl sat on the leather seat in the back, resting her chin on one hand, staring blankly at the scenery continuously receding outside the window.

She wore a simple white dress, and her face no longer held its usual bright expression.

Faintly visible in the distance ahead was a manor gate carved with vintage patterns.

This manor was far from the bustling city center, yet it was also the place she had been most familiar with since childhood.

Her home.

Or rather... her past home.

Before long, the black sedan drove into the manor, passing through the garden, passing the white jade fountain in the center of the courtyard, and stopping in front of the imposing four-story villa at the very center.

Two servants in neat uniforms had already been waiting there for some time. Seeing the car come to a stop, they immediately stepped forward to open the door.

Xia Yao stepped out of the car, her leather shoes making crisp sounds as they stepped on the polished marble steps.

She tilted her head slightly, glancing at the four-story villa.

The villa looked quite imposing, its exterior walls snow-white, its window glass as transparent as mirrors, like a small palace.

The servants pulled open the main door, revealing a luxurious and spacious living room.

Beneath her feet was parquet flooring made of brown wood, covered with a large red carpet with dark floral patterns. Exquisite oil paintings were inlaid on the walls, carrying an air of luxury, yet devoid of any warmth.

Ever since her mother passed away, this villa had grown increasingly desolate, as if it could no longer find the slightest feeling of home, leaving only an empty, gorgeous shell.

And over a year ago, through Xia Yao's defiance, she had finally obtained the right to move out of this place.

Even so, she would unfailingly return once every month, rain or shine.

In the next moment, under the respectful gaze of the maids, she climbed the spiral staircase, heading straight to the third floor, and then pushed open a redwood door at the end of the corridor.

—This was her mother's room from when she was alive.

The arrangement in the room showed that it had always been meticulously maintained. A faint, comforting scent of white sandalwood lingered in the air. All the furniture and decorations, even the bottles and jars on the vanity, were kept exactly as they were when the original owner was alive years ago.

On the wall by the window hung a black-and-white memorial portrait.

The woman in the photo had long black hair, and the contours between her brows and eyes bore a seventy percent resemblance to Xia Yao. Equally beautiful, with a heroic smile curving at the corners of her mouth.

Nine years ago, her mother had passed away mysteriously.

Xia Yao hadn't even been able to see her mother one last time. The other had left without a trace, and there wasn't even ashes in the cemetery, only a cenotaph.

So rather than the cold, chilly cemetery, Xia Yao preferred to pay her respects in this room at home that had always maintained its original state.

She walked to the altar table nearby, drew three sticks of incense from a wooden box, struck a match, and watched the orange flame consume the tips of the incense, then gently shook it out.

She pressed her hands together, closed her eyes, and respectfully bowed three times toward the photo, then inserted the incense into the brass censer.

A wisp of blue smoke curled upward, carrying the distinctive scent of incense.

Beside the photo hung an elegantly styled Western sword.

That was her mother's sword.