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I felt a tug on my sleeve, pulling me out of my thoughts. When I turned, I saw it was Nina-chan.

“Itsuki…” she murmured.

“What is it? Do you want to see?”

She nodded slightly, hesitating. “Y-yeah… I want to see it…”

I was still debating with myself. Should I really show it to her?

I mean, I’m here because Nina-chan wants to see the monster, but now that we’re in the moment, I can’t help but wonder if this is the right call. Still, it would feel strange to refuse her now.

Reluctantly, I formed a circle of Thread Magic around Nina-chan’s eyes, creating a lens to enhance her vision with Sight Enhancement. With this, she should be able to see the monster as clearly as I can.

“Haa… haa…” Nina-chan exhaled sharply.

Just seeing the monster from a distance was affecting her this much… Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let her watch.

“Nina-chan, if you don’t want to see it, you can tell me at any time,” I offered, concerned for her.

“No… I’m fine. I can handle it,” she replied, her voice shaky but determined.

Even though she said that, her hands were trembling. Was she really okay?

As I watched her carefully, Nina-chan suddenly grabbed onto my wrist. Her grip was tight, and her body was visibly tense.

“What’s wrong?”

She stayed silent. I wasn’t sure if she didn’t hear me, was deliberately ignoring the question, or if her reaction was purely instinctive. Either way, I knew why she was holding onto me. I could tell what she was doing—she was trying to push through her fear, to overcome something that terrified her for the sake of her dream.

On the other hand, the monster was shouting nonsensical things in the distance.

“In the past, every park had spinning spherical toys! Parks were the greatest gift humanity ever created!” she screamed.

What is she even talking about? Spinning spherical toys?

While I was trying to make sense of the monster’s ramblings, she turned her rage toward the two children she had captured.

“And back then, kids would play with balls in the park all the time! Balls are the greatest invention humanity has ever made! I hate humans, but balls? Balls are perfection! But you—YOU don’t even play with balls in the park! What are you even thinking?!”

The monster kicked at the slide’s railing repeatedly, her temper spiraling out of control. It was clear that her views were outdated and disconnected from the present.

No one plays with balls in small parks anymore. Even when I was a kid in my previous life, it was rare to see anyone doing that. In fact, most parks aren’t even large enough for ball games anymore.

But I guess reasoning with a monster is impossible, and trying to understand one is just as futile.

“Do you know why children don’t play with balls in parks anymore?” a voice rang out as Thread Magic shot from my father’s hand, wrapping tightly around the monster and pulling her from the slide. Before she could react, a second punch followed, knocking her to the ground.

“It’s because people like you, perverts and monsters, make it unsafe,” my father said coldly.

The monster, still on the ground, sneered up at him.

“So, you’re the exorcist,” she spat, as my father’s fist crashed down.

I flinched at the sound. The loud crack echoed through the quiet neighborhood, amplified by my Hearing Enhancement. It was deafening.

But… no black smoke appeared. The monster wasn’t dead yet. Somehow, she had dodged the full impact of my father’s punch.

In the next instant, Thread Magic shot out from the monster, striking a crow in mid-flight. The bird, still alive, twisted and contorted until it turned into a perfect cube. Wait, isn’t she obsessed with spheres? Why is it a cube now?

“You’re the one who killed my sister, aren’t you?!” the monster screeched.

“Sister? Monsters don’t have siblings. You’re not even related by blood,” my father responded, his voice steady.

“Who needs blood to be family?! It’s about the bond—the love! With love, anyone can be family!” she howled.

With a sickening crunch, the monster was slammed into a concrete wall behind the park, the impact causing the blocks to crumble around her. It looked… painful.

The figure that emerged from the park rubble was staggering but not defeated.

“Love is pain! Pain is the source of all love!” she ranted, arms raised high.

As I heard this absurd proclamation, Nina-chan’s grip on my wrist tightened even more, becoming almost unbearably painful.

The monster, clearly enraged, yelled, “Exorcist! You will die here today! And after you’re dead, I’ll turn you into a perfect sphere as a tribute to my sister’s grave! Graves should be round!”

Her nonsensical declaration echoed as all the crows that had been circling above suddenly plummeted to the ground. They all had Thread Magic wrapped around them, and I realized what was happening.

“Papa!”

Those crows… they’re using Form Alteration Magic. Just like the acorn bombs from before!

As I shouted, my father acted swiftly. Wrapping two threads of Thread Magic around his legs, he backstepped with lightning speed. Grabbing the two children, he leaped into the air just as the crows hit the slide, instantly disintegrating it into a spherical void.

But now, the monster had noticed us. Her gaze locked onto Nina-chan and me.

Nina-chan’s grip on my wrist tightened even further, if that were even possible.

I stepped slightly in front of her, ready. My mana was already primed and ready to use.

“Oh! There you are! You must be another one of the exorcists who killed my sister!” she screamed, leaping toward us.

But before she could reach us, the monster stumbled and fell. It looked like she had tripped, suddenly losing balance.

Wait… no. She didn’t just trip.

I focused my gaze and immediately realized what had happened.

She didn’t stumble—her right foot was gone, severed cleanly from her body.

And from behind me, a voice I recognized all too well spoke.

“Fairies often like to cause mischief. They enjoy confusing people, making them lose their way, or taking things that don’t belong to them.”

Nina-chan whipped around in surprise, her voice trembling as she murmured, “M-Mom…”

“Itsuki, this is a recreation of that, you see,” Irena continued, not even glancing at her daughter. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on me as she spoke.

“Fairies take pieces of monsters back to their homes. They like to collect things. Isn’t it charming?”

The moment Irena finished speaking, the monster’s hands were suddenly gone. Her body was being slowly eaten away—bit by bit, piece by piece—just like leaves devoured by insects.

“My body… my body’s turning into a cube! I’m turning into my sister!” the monster screeched in panic, her form now resembling a half-chewed puzzle.

“English magic has the advantage of keeping fairies and magicians independent. Look, I’m simply asking the fairies to take care of this monster for me,” Irena explained calmly, a soft smile on her face.

As the monster’s head was finally removed in a clean, rectangular cut, she dissolved into black mist. That was the end of her.

Irena turned to me, still smiling. “How about it, Itsuki? Would you like to come to England and study magic?”

I shook my head firmly. “I’m not going.”

“How unfortunate,” Irena sighed, though her smile didn’t waver.

She turned away, heading over to where my father was tending to the children.

“W-wait! Mom!” Nina-chan called out, her voice faint, almost drowned out by her hesitation.

But Irena didn’t turn back. She hadn’t even acknowledged her daughter’s presence. And as Nina-chan clung tightly to my wrist, her grip was almost painfully tight, as if she never wanted to let go.

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