Sibling Affection Made of Plastic / Magical Girl☆Illya Midseason Finale!

"It's just a shameless money-grubber... Azu, I'm really curious about your standards for idol worship..."

Aoko muttered weakly.

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Chapter 319 Plastic Sibling Relationship

Boom!

The building's wall was smashed open by Uncle Hai's massive body.

On the back of this black behemoth was a young girl dressed in blue knight's attire, her Holy Sword, gleaming with golden light, deeply embedded in the giant's body.

"■..."

With heavy breathing, Uncle Hai slowly slumped against the wall.

Then, in the next second, he stood up again.

"■■■■!"

The black giant pounded his chest with his fists, letting out a high-pitched battle roar, as if mocking the girl:

"I fell! I rose again! What do you say to that?"

"Hmm... so strong."

Miyu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stared at her enemy with a solemn expression.

The power of transforming into a Heroic Spirit is indeed very strong. Previously, Berserker, whom she couldn't defeat at all in her ordinary Magical Girl form, was now able to fight him head-on and even kill one or two of his lives.

But that was all. The black giant's stamina seemed inexhaustible; no matter how fierce the attack, he could get up again and again.

And what about Miyu herself?

The continuous high-intensity combat had left her breathless, and her body was covered in wounds.

Ultimately, Miyu is just an elementary school student who hasn't reached adulthood. Even with the advantage of being Magical Girl, it's still too much of a stretch for her to fight against a great hero like Uncle Hai, who holds a place even in the monster-filled world of Greek mythology.

"■■■■--!!"

The giant roared once more, and the black storm swept towards Miyu once more.

"Ah--!"

Miyu raised the Holy Sword that had transformed from her staff and charged towards the giant.

At the same time, Irisviel's heart-to-heart talk with Illya and her daughter finally reached its most crucial moment.

"Mom...? What did you just say?"

For a moment, Illya thought she had misheard and that her mother was actually talking about something else.

But Irisviel's next words shattered her illusions.

"The seal has been broken twice. The magic power accumulated over 10 years is almost gone. It seems they've caused quite a ruckus."

After gently stroking her daughter's chest, Irisviel easily came to this conclusion.

"Really, I didn't expect it to be solved so soon."

Irisviel sighed, not at all surprised by Illya's power, but simply feeling that Illya had used it too early.

These shocking lines left Illya completely bewildered, and she could only mechanically repeat, "What... are you saying... Mom?"

Irisviel remained remarkably calm. She gently said to her daughter, "You must be very surprised, right? You seem completely devastated right now..."

Illya was terrified by her mother's calm explanation. She never imagined that she, who should be an ordinary person, would have such a huge secret.

"Mom... do you know anything? This power of mine... if you know, tell me! What exactly is this power!? Why do I have this power?!"

This is not just Illya's problem, but also the problem of the viewers in front of their televisions.

"It's finally here! Illya's background, the setting of this Parallel world!"

Aoko craned her neck, eagerly awaiting Irisviel's answer, hoping that her childhood friend Azu, would discover some incredible Magecraft conclusion based on that answer.

However...

"Huh~ Who knows?"

Irisviel spread her hands and shrugged innocently.

"Holy crap?!" *N

This completely unconventional answer nearly gave Illya and the viewers watching on screen a shock.

Everyone was all ready to perform, and this is what you show us?!

Not to mention the spectators, even Illya herself couldn't stand it anymore, jumping up and down and screaming, "Don't try to fool me so obviously, Mom!"

Faced with her daughter's assertive questioning, Irisviel smiled and tried to brush it off.

"Well, listen up, it's that... 'It's meaningless if you don't realize it yourself...' or 'It's not the right time to tell you that yet...' something like that."

"What is that?! That's such a perfunctory response!"

Illya voiced what the audience was thinking.

Although this scatterbrained response fits Mrs. Irisviel's character, it still infuriated viewers.

Unfortunately, Irisviel's gentleness was merely an outward facade.

This woman was no pushover at heart; after being bothered by Illya for a long time, she subdued her with a single chop to the neck.

"Seriously! Rebuttals are forbidden!!"

"Hmm..."

After being hit, Illya could only cover her head and remain silent, looking at her mother with resentment, hoping to get an explanation.

"In short, there's only one thing I can say."

Irisviel transformed back into the kind, gentle, and virtuous mother she once was.

"It is wrong to be afraid of the power you possess; power itself is neither right nor wrong, good nor bad."

"More importantly, it's the person who uses it... that is, your will."

"Whatever kind of power you possess, you have nothing to fear, because it is undoubtedly a part of you."

Irisviel's words touched Illya, but she couldn't fully grasp their meaning at first, and could only lower her head in deep thought.

Irisviel had anticipated Illya's confusion, and she smiled gently.

It's okay if you can't figure out the answer... I just hope you can improve gradually.

"Progress is?"

Irisviel smiled, a hint of seriousness in her expression. "So you're running away now, aren't you?"

Illya hesitated, and instinctively took a step back.

"You've run away from an agreement that should have been fulfilled by both of you, haven't you?"

"Is that child's name Miyu- chan?"

Irisviel met Illya's gaze with an unusually serious look. "To you, what kind of existence is Miyu- chan?"

A flicker of pain crossed Illya's face as she thought of her own retreat and of Miyu, who was fighting alone.

"Miyu... Miyu, she... Miyu, she is--"

She clenched her hands tightly and cried out with all her might, "My friend--!"

In front of the television, Ryougi Shiki squinted at the emotionally charged Illya on the screen and asked Shinji behind her for confirmation.

"I understand, Shinji. Do you want me to shout like this little girl?"

Smack

This time, it was Shinji's turn to deliver a chop to Ryougi Shiki.

"What are you even looking at! I just wanted you to learn how Illya portrays a confused young girl, who told you to watch the part where she cheers up? That's at least part of the plot for your third movie!"

"Oppose violence..."

Ryougi Shiki pouted angrily.

"Objection overruled! I was simply asking you to refocus your attention where it should be."

Shinji snorted and took a sip of the black tea beside him.

"I've been watching Illya's performance the whole time! I already know how to perform!"

With a somewhat helpless sigh, Ryougi Shiki slumped back in her chair, sipping her black tea slowly.

Since Shinji said that Illya didn't need to be observed in the later parts, she was too lazy to take notes.

Her hand was already sore from writing most of the episode.

"Don't make it sound like I'm being harsh on you... As a newcomer, I've already been quite lenient with you, Shi-jie."

Shinji gave a wry smile.

"Don't act like some compassionate savior." Ryougi Shiki glanced at Shinji. "Even though we're acquaintances, I won't cook for you just because you're taking care of me!"

"Tch, you caught me."

Shinji clicked his tongue in regret.

Ryougi Shiki's culinary skills are the best in the world, but her desire to cook is among the lowest; she basically refuses to enter the kitchen unless absolutely necessary.

Even Shinji rarely had the chance to taste her cooking; he could only enjoy her desserts during holidays and festivals.

If Shinji could get a gourmet meal personally prepared by Shinji Ryougi Shiki, he could probably make that gluttonous Artoria obey his every whim.

"Okay, I won't force you to cook, but could you show off your skills at the wrap party?"

"In those situations, I would definitely cook. I'm not like you, a man with low emotional intelligence."

Ryougi Shiki curled her lip in disdain.

"Hey, I'm the Clock Tower King, you know... How can you say I have low emotional intelligence... How could I get so many girls if I had low emotional intelligence?"

Ryougi Shiki spat. "Is that what you call flirting? You're clearly using your ancestral chromosomes to blatantly seduce girls!"

"..."

Despite some issues, upon closer examination, Ryougi Shiki's statement is actually quite accurate.

So Shinji had no choice but to put down his teacup and stand up.

"I'll go get the others to do the pre-shoot preparations. If you don't want to move, you can continue watching TV here."

"Go ahead, I'll stay here and watch a bit more."

Ryougi Shiki waved goodbye to Shinji, showing no intention of getting up.

Of course, I'll take advantage of any free time to rest. Once we get to the set, even a few minutes of rest will be incredibly precious.

Shinji walked to the door, then suddenly turned back and grinned at Ryougi Shiki, saying, "Ryougi, you over there watching tokusatsu! Please make sure there's enough natural light in the room and keep your distance from the TV while watching!"

"Okay, okay! Stop talking!"

Ryougi Shiki's eyebrows twitched violently. If she hadn't been without a pillow, she would have thrown it at Shinji's face.

Haha~ Let's go~

Shinji, laughed heartily, ignoring Ryougi Shiki's rude Ryougi Shiki, and strode out of the room with an air of indifference.

"Tsk, that damn Director."

My Shinji really doesn't like to suffer a loss; once he does, he'll find a way to get revenge.

"Why don't Father Kotomine's special Mapo Tofu sauce in his sushi for the next celebration party? The really spicy kind, though."

Clearly, Ryougi Shiki herself is someone who doesn't want to be taken advantage of, and she and Shinji, who are ostensibly siblings, really complement each other perfectly.

Chapter 320 <Magical Girl Prisma Illya> Half-Season Complete!

Boom----!