Flying brooms, something so fantastical, had become an everyday sight on city streets. They were less prone to traffic jams and produced no pollution, so more magical office workers had started commuting by broom, and even car usage had declined.
But I believed the novelty of this "extraordinary" thing would not last long.
Magical Girls nowadays had relatively low magical power. Flying a broom was more exhausting than people imagined, and once people came to understand that "magical power = stamina," those who had not wanted to bike to work in the past would most likely keep driving.
Unless she did not own a car.
It was like getting a gym membership. People went enthusiastically at first, but once the novelty wore off and laziness took over, that membership card might as well not exist...
Flying brooms were that kind of thing.
To Magical Girls, they were basically exercise equipment.
"Dad, are you still affiliated with the Association?"
Though my question had come out of nowhere, Dad answered in a deep voice:
"No. The Magical Girl Association had long existed in name only, and it had even less reason to exist in the New World. It could not even be called an empty shell of an organization anymore. How could it still have an organizational structure?"
The massive organization that had spread across the world had come crashing down, and Dad had lost her job.
Still, our family had a money-making Doggy, so we were not short on cash~
Golden's magic had been a printing press in peacetime.
Heading south along the intercity highway and passing through the old residential districts in the suburbs, we could see Sacred Tree Park from afar.
"Oh! Oh!"
Barbara, who was flying upright while hugging her broom, was thrilled.
To her, this park was