Domo, Brad Vermillion desu / The Contract and the Test Subject

"Ha... well, it's not ventriloquism."

Carlos Mario sighed helplessly, looking at the Rap King was now completely serious. "That's the goddess of Fate, it's Moerae."

Rap King: "..."

The version update is... so fast.

Chapter 419 Domo, Brad Fanmilion desu

"Let me think, how do Japan people introduce themselves?"

As the male Vampire spoke, he gradually withdrew the surrounding burning blood flames, then clasped his hands together. "Domo, Brad Fanmilion desu... This is my name."

"If you ask about my identity, I am Goodwill Faction Vampire who works for the Church and is directly under the Pope's command."

"..." No, Japan people don't usually introduce themselves like that.

Cong Yu's lips twitched, while Xiao Cui clasped her hands together. "Domo, Brad Fanmilion = Sang, Xiao Cui desu--"

Don't say that like others!

This confirms that Japan people communicate in such a strange way.

Is that right?!

To be honest, Cong Yu is now a bit Fate CPDD... cough cough, Fate PTSD.

He subconsciously viewed every person he encountered who constantly talked about "Fate" as a potential enemy, but...

"Fanmilion? Do you know Dente?"

Brad Fanmilion was taken aback by Cong Yu 'Cong Yu words and asked, "Do you know Dente?"

It's strange to answer questions with questions.

However, Cong Yu was still able to restrain her hostility, since the other party seemed to be somewhat related to her.

"You wouldn't happen to be... the father that Dente mentioned, the one who was killed by Vampire, would you?"

Cong Yu asked this question, raising a reasonable doubt.

Xiao Cui nodded in agreement. "That's how it's often portrayed in TV dramas... Uncle, you fake your death to do something dangerous, and then abandon your daughter or something like that."

Brad twitched his lips at Cong Yu and Xiao Cui's guesses. "No, I'm Dente's uncle... his father's brother."

My brother is truly dead, not faked.

"However, my relationship with my brother isn't particularly close... because I've been busy with work, I haven't been able to take good care of Dente."

As he said this, Brad scratched his face and said, "Besides, I am Vampire after all, although... well, she probably hates Vampire, right?"

With that, Brad Fanmilion showed his credentials to the magical girls who had entered the meeting hall, and asked, "How is Dente doing?"

"How are you doing? That's an interesting question."

Furthermore, Brad's earlier statement, "She must hate Vampire," is actually a fairly normal statement.

But considering that Dente is always running errands for Tereido and happily gets slapped in the face with dollars by Tereido... it just seems weird.

Dente has been kept by a lesbian Vampire!

Cong Yu originally intended to say it honestly, but looking at Uncle Dente's eyes...

I think it's best not to expose this in front of Dente's elders.

Let's give her some face.

"Your worries are unnecessary. Actually, Dente is doing quite well with a friendly Vampire now, and they're often in Japan..."

Cong Yu said this, then hesitated for a moment, and finally found a more euphemistic word to explain, "Business trip."

"Pfft--"

Xiao Cui couldn't help but laugh out loud, then, under Brad Fanmilion's questioning gaze, she lowered her eyes and said, "I remembered something happy."

"..." In any case, we can assume that Brad Fanmilion is a friend rather than an enemy, so Cong Yu can finally find someone to answer her questions.

"Why do you insist on maintaining Fate? Why does Moerae want to change Fate? Why do you say Moerae can't see me?"

In response to Cong Yu's three questions, Brad Fanmilion answered the first one, "Because the world and time are interconnected, and Fate also develops linearly into the future through time..."

"Therefore, the correct future of the world depends on the correct development of Fate; if I were to describe it... the deviation cannot exceed fifty percent."

Cong Yu: "???"

Xiao Cui: "???"

"The reason Moerae wants to correct Fate is because her birth is inseparable from the correct Fate... For the gods, for the world, time is linear. It's not necessarily that strict."

"Moerae, who transcends the timeline, is in fact a god destined to be born in the future. If the Fate's Divergence is too great, then she cannot be born."

Cong Yu: "???"

Xiao Cui: "???"

"In fact, you're not on the Fate's List. Even though I know you're actually a variable in the right Fate."

"And Moerae, who observes the world through the 'Threads of Fate,' even with the eyes of a divine messenger, still overlooks you... So you probably don't need to worry about Moerae's wicked sense of humor spreading to you."

"..." Xiao Cui nodded as if she understood Brad's explanation, and whispered to Cong Yu, "It seems that Brother Brad's Japan isn't very fluent yet."

No, Cong Yu thought the other person's Japan was quite good, as they used very special nouns in their word choice and sentence structure.

Unfortunately, it was precisely these deliberately pronounced terms that made the other person's entire explanation seem like a riddle.

It's something that normal people can't understand.

Noticing this, Brad Fanmilion took a deep breath. "Simply put, I and everyone in the Church are bound together by Fate in order to ensure that the world moves along the path of 'Great, humanity is still saved!'"

"Moerae wanted to maintain her Fate in order to prevent the butterfly effect from becoming so severe that it would prevent her from being born in the future."

"You weren't seen by Moerae because your Fate, for some reason no one knows, wasn't on this timeline."

"..." Okay, I understand now.

It's so simple and clear that even our great, intelligent, and adorable Yaochuan Guang can understand it.

"Yeeee-why didn't you just say that earlier?"

Xiao Cui complained like this, while Cong

Rain, however, was contemplating something else. "To ensure the world operates along the path of 'humanity can still be saved'...?"

"You say you are directly under the Pope, so can the Pope also see the trajectory of Fate like Moerae's messenger?"

"Could that old man be the messenger of the Pigeon God?"

Cong Yu pondered as she asked the question, recalling how, during her previous battle against the Vatican City and nearly being killed, the Pope had always hidden under the table.

They didn't seem like divine messengers at all.

"His Holiness the Pope is not a divine messenger... he is just an ordinary person who wants to lead humanity safely into the future."

With that, Brad Fanmilion realized it was getting late. "Let's end this conversation here and follow each other on Twitter..."

"If you have any questions later, you can send me a private message. Also, if possible, don't change your Fate too much."

Upon hearing this, Cong Yu, who had followed the other on social media, glanced at Xiao Cui, who was blinking, and almost immediately sent her a private message to inquire.

[Cong Yu: Can you tell me, what twists and turns have occurred between Fate and the predetermined Fate?]

[La Brad: Oh, I'll put together a list for you later. The situation isn't actually that serious yet, so there's not much need to worry about the chance of turning Fate... Don't believe Moerae and her followers' alarmist talk.]

It's alright to exaggerate, but the username "La Brad"... well, it's still better than using your real name as a username.

Thinking this, Cong Yu scooped up Xiao Cui, who was squatting on the ground playing with the corpse of her familiar, a bat. "Come on, let's go have lunch."

"Yay! Lunch! Lunch!"

"..." Oh, has the message arrived?

Upon noticing the message notification on Twitter, Cong Yu turned on her phone... and immediately showed a wistful expression.

As expected, or was it something I anticipated?

The first item on the list is--

[The Demon King was never born]

Chapter 420 Contracts and Experimental Subjects

For Magical Girl Office, the licensing rights to magical girl images are in their possession, and they can generally negotiate directly with toy manufacturers.

The magical girl will receive a share of the profits afterward.

However, for certain more specific contracts, the magical girl herself needs to appear in person to sign them.

"Standard-frame special series of resin sculptures for exhibitions..."

Yaochuan Guang pondered for a moment, and could roughly understand that it was a license for certain special types of figurines...

For example, the frozen motion when swinging a sword or releasing certain spells.

"So, is it true that different categories of toy production require multiple contracts? Or is there some other explanation?"

As Yaochuan Guang spoke, glancing at the contract from all sides, Lantian Zhu, sitting on the other side of the long table, glanced at this idiot.

"Because the new scheme allows for tax avoidance."

With that brief statement, Lantian Zhu signed and stamped the document expressionlessly. "Actually, there's no difference, just a change of name."

Although Yaochuan Guang didn't really understand it, she saw that the relatively established magical girl brand Little Lan, had already signed the contract, so she didn't bother to deal with it anymore.

Yaochuan Guang was self-aware enough to know that he probably wouldn't understand it.

So the contract was signed quickly, and then the agent in the black suit reminded them, "I will notify you if there are any new developments," and they left the signing room.

"..." After leaving the room, Yaochuan Guang asked Lantian Zhu curiously, "Little Lan, what new plan did you say about tax avoidance?"

In response, Lantian Zhu glanced towards the vending machine and said, "Didn't the manager explain that in the car?"

Ah, yes, he did say it, but I didn't understand.

However, this is actually quite reasonable. Given their roles as agents, it's indeed not appropriate for them to explain things too clearly.

"It's a new policy targeting magical girl characters; taxes on magical girl merchandise will be reduced, and the same applies to related material costs."

Lantian Zhu said this, then gave up the idea of buying a [woc, ice!] to chew on... He quit, he really quit.

"However, agreements signed in advance cannot be terminated, and coordinating with surrounding manufacturers to terminate them would be troublesome. So, we directly authorized a new contract in this way to carry out production in the new direction."

Yaochuan Guang: "???"

Yaochuan Guang blinked, looking confused. "Why... why is terminating the agreement such a hassle?"

In response to Yaochuan Guang's question, Lantian Zhu blinked. "Why not? Do you think it's enough for both parties to just slam the documents on the table and sign them?"

Yaochuan Guang: "Isn't that right?"

Lantian Zhu: "..."

"Who pays the penalty for breach of contract between the manufacturer and the supplier? The delivery date is overdue, but the goods for the previous order have not been received, and this was forgotten to be stated in the new contract. What if the supplier uses the contract to demand compensation from the manufacturer?"

As Lantian Zhu gave her example, Yaochuan Guang's eyes started to dart around... He was dizzy, completely dizzy.

Little Guang's brain is at 150% capacity!

Red Alert - Red Alert -

--

When Hong opened her eyes again, she saw the familiar ceiling... and smelled disinfectant.

"Okay, are you feeling unwell?"

Doctor

A voice sounded beside her, and Hong opened her mouth with some difficulty. "..."

It failed to make any sound.

After consuming the False Death 2.0, Hong clearly felt like, "Ah! I'm alive!"

Hmm, it's hard to describe...

After a while, Hong Xiawu Hong finally regained her ability to speak, "Uh, cough cough cough... it feels a little different from the previous medicine."

As she said this, Hong squinted and sat up in bed. "Before it was 'I woke up,' this time it's 'I'm alive.'"