(Miluno)
No one recognized me.
No one came up to ask for my autograph, either.
As an idol, I had lost the popularity contest to Goldie, whose head was full of nothing but eating, drinking, and having fun...
Although I often said I didn't care about my idol career, I would be lying if I said I didn't feel defeated.
Still, it was understandable. Golden's otherworldly blond hair was something no human could possess. Like the rainbow-colored hair in a Mary Sue story, it was bound to draw attention.
Besides, right now, I wasn't "IdolMod."
That wasn't just an excuse.
The me onstage was different from the me out shopping. Professional makeup and stage costumes were secondary. The biggest difference was my "stage presence."
In other words, the aura I projected onstage.
I didn't consider myself some aloof, mature beauty, nor was I into role-playing, yet I always radiated an unapproachable coldness... and numbness. It wasn't something I could control. It was an instinct ingrained in my very bones. Even when I wasn't thinking about anything, I still seemed distant and proud.
Was that what people called an unattainable beauty?
Perhaps that was part of my appeal as an idol, but in truth, it was only a sign of having lost interest in everything. The real me clearly wasn't like that.
For some unknown reason, my body and soul had fallen out of sync. My inner thoughts rarely showed on the surface, so people always mistook me for someone difficult to approach.
This body...
No, it had already changed before the Morning Star Crystal merged into me. Was it because Mono was inside it?
But that little thing was far more lively than I was.
Thinking back, the magical girl who had given me the crystal really had asked me