Even after the crowd had dispersed, Sirius remained standing on the podium, seeing off the departing people. Even her raincoat was covered in a layer of snow that refused to melt.
"Sirius is so strong."
At least at this moment, I genuinely admired her.
Having witnessed the riot firsthand, the pressure she felt must have been several times greater than ours down below, yet she still maintained a natural smile...
The war was over. She was no longer a Magical Girl, yet she continued fighting in her own way; only the target of her struggle had changed.
The disturbance at the scene had temporarily subsided, but the war online probably would not end so easily.
Since we did not know the public reaction to the speech, it was still too early to determine the outcome of this confrontation. But Sirius's sincerity would surely move at least some people.
In comparison...
"Sigh, is SpiCa not planning to do anything at all?"
The Association was truly finished.
And SpiCa intended to watch it fall apart.
As Sirius turned and headed back into the grand theater, I finally took off the editor-in-chief's glasses. When I looked down, I saw the feather-headed Witch lying by my legs, peeking up beneath the hem of my skirt.
"What are you doing?" I demanded coldly.
Of course, I knew she was peeping under my skirt—or rather, closely admiring the curves of my calves.
Even after being called out so directly, she sat on the ground without changing expression.
"Miss Miluno, I noticed that although your chest is small and you have no butt, your legs are the prettiest among all the women I've seen... prettier than my current body's... My legs are a little thick. They feel meatier and nicer to play with, but for appreciating them,