A Pocket-Sized Loli Companion

After saying goodbye to Moyan, Molly climbed back into her bedroom through the window and undid her transformation.

Although she had not gone all out in tonight's spar with her younger sister, it had still made her more proficient in her use of sword intent.

"I still need more practice."

Molly muttered to herself and flopped onto the bed.

With her current physique, she could endure even an all-night sword practice session, but the intense training and battles of the past few days had still left her exhausted.

She pulled the covers over herself, closed her eyes, and soon began to feel sleepy.

The bedroom was quiet, with only the occasional chirp of insects drifting in from outside the window.

Before long, the Transformation Device on her wrist suddenly began to emit a faint blue glow.

The blue light was dim but steady, pulsing in and out like breathing.

Then, a tiny figure of light slowly floated out of the bracelet.

The figure landed on the floor and transformed into a palm-sized little girl.

The little girl wore a blue-and-white dress the same color as the bracelet, her silvery-white hair softly resting against her cheeks.

Her large eyes, like glass beads, curiously surveyed her surroundings.

She rubbed her hungry little belly, her tiny lips pouting as she looked utterly famished.

Her body was weightless as she floated in midair, looking around everywhere.

Before long, her gaze locked onto the bedroom door, as though she had caught the scent of something delicious.

The little girl cautiously floated over, afraid of waking Molly on the bed.

She passed through the bedroom door and made her way to the living room, her eyes instantly lighting up.

There was tasty food in the refrigerator!

The little girl excitedly kicked her short legs and floated to the fridge, pulling open its door.

A blast of cold air hit her face, but she paid it no mind, reaching in for a yogurt pudding and several bunches of washed grapes.

Holding the pudding, she sat on one of the refrigerator shelves and began eating it in tiny bites.

As the cold, sweet pudding slid into her belly, the little girl happily narrowed her eyes, her face brimming with satisfaction.

After finishing the pudding, she grabbed a bunch of grapes and stuffed them into her mouth one by one.

Other people ate grapes without spitting out the skins.

She did not even spit out the seeds.

Before long, she had completely devoured half a box of fruit and two puddings from the refrigerator.

"Burp..."

The little girl let out a satisfied burp and rubbed her round little belly before floating out, finally content.

She did not forget to grab a bag of potato chips and a packet of cookies to take back to the bedroom and eat slowly.

But as soon as she floated back to the bedroom door, she saw Molly, who should have been fast asleep, sitting by the bed and looking at her with an ambiguous smile.

The little girl instantly froze, and the chips and cookies in her hands fell to the floor with a slap.

Her little face turned deathly pale, panic filling her large eyes. Like a kitten caught sneaking food, she shrank back again and again.

Molly walked over and raised an eyebrow.

"I was wondering why the bracelet always felt strange. So it was hiding a little thing like you inside."

She had actually suspected for a long time that the bracelet possessed a spirit.

From the system inventory popping up on its own before, to the occasional flashes of blue light, everything about it carried an unusual air.

That was why she had deliberately pretended to be asleep tonight, hoping to lure out the little thing behind all this.

She had not expected it to be such an adorable little foodie.

The little girl hunched her neck and looked at Molly timidly, her little hands tightly clutching the hem of her clothes. She did not dare say a word.

Molly crouched down to meet her gaze and asked gently,

"Who are you? Why are you inside my bracelet?"

The little girl shook her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"I... I don't remember."

"Then do you know where this bracelet came from?" Molly asked again.

The little girl still shook her head, her big eyes filled with confusion.

"I don't know... When I woke up, I was already inside the bracelet."

"Then what's your name?"

The little girl continued to shake her head, a hint of grievance appearing on her little face.

"I... I don't have a name."

Molly: "..."

Looking at this little girl who knew nothing no matter what she was asked, yet still wore such an innocent expression, Molly could not help feeling speechless.

This little thing was not only a foodie, but also an amnesiac?

Still, judging by how timid she looked, she did not seem to harbor any ill intent.

She was probably something like a magical girl's familiar.

Molly's heart softened. Looking at the little girl, she thought for a moment and said,

"Since you don't have a name, how about I give you one?"

The little girl nodded.

"Okay!"

After pondering for a moment, Molly looked at the girl's silvery-white hair, the same as her own, and blurted out,

"Then I'll call you Little Mo."

"Little Mo?"

The little girl tilted her head, repeated the name once, then smiled.

"Mhm!"

She floated over to Molly's side, her little face full of delight.

Molly smiled and picked her up.

The little thing was light as air, with almost no weight to her. She was soft and cuddly in Molly's arms, and felt wonderful to hold, like a gentle catgirl.

"Alright, it's getting late. I'm going to sleep."

Molly carried Little Mo to the bed and placed her beside the pillow.

"You be good too. Don't run around."

"Mhm."

Little Mo nodded obediently.

Molly closed her eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.

The night passed without incident.

Early the next morning.

After getting up and washing up, Molly had breakfast with Moyan.

Moyan seemed to be in quite a good mood today. She wore a faint smile and even took the initiative to tell Molly a few amusing things from school.

After breakfast, Moyan put on her backpack and went to school.

Molly stood at the door and watched her back disappear around the corner before turning and returning to her bedroom.

With a thought, she transformed into Magical Girl Pale, picked up the Broken Sword, and began a new day of training.

Little Mo floated beside her, curiously watching her practice swordsmanship.

With Little Mo keeping her company, even the tedious practice of swordsmanship seemed a little more interesting.

Molly was in an exceptionally good mood. Her sword swung faster and faster, and as sword intent flowed around her, it carried an unstoppable momentum.