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Mimiru lay on her bed, flapping her legs while pressing her face into an over-frilled pillow decorated with red polka dots on a pink ground. The bed, which boasted the highest quality the nation could then produce, took each of her blows gently with a muffled thump.

A great many stuffed animals lay scattered about Mimiru's room, which boasted a floor space of roughly sixteen meters square. Their gazes as they waited to be played with by the room's owner did not reach Mimiru.

Cold. What Mimiru felt when she hugged a stuffed animal was not warmth, but cold. Of course, the toys were not actually chilled. It was the feelings of the parents who had given them to her that Mimiru felt.

The reason Mimiru had never thought to disparage Elt for being too low born to possess a surname was that she herself had been born into a family of that same class. Neither her father nor her mother were of sufficient social standing to merit a surname. They had only come to be granted one because... because Mimiru had become the College of Sorcery's number three, and in recognition of her achievement in having single-handedly repulsed the "Burst Gang," a mid-sized group of mixed monster and human bandits led by an ogre.

It was true that Mimiru's father and mother both delighted at her maturation and distinguished war record, and that they praised her and bought her gifts with each new achievement. Mimiru had delighted too at first, but that delight faded a little each time she contributed new knowledge to the College of Sorcery's library or honed her strength in battle with monsters and villains.

She had realized. Realized that even her parents had ceased to see her as an ordinary daughter. They didn't know that she had pretended to sleep and eavesdropped on their distress-filled discussions — and several times, at that. Each time it had served to demonstrate that this home could no longer be a place of tranquility for her.

"Hic! Ah, now that's good alcohol."

"And to hell with 'a parent's dignity,' I suppose? Well, I suppose it can't be helped."

"Damn right! Thanks to Mimiru we've got a family name. Life's gotten pretty cushy, too. Really, we oughta' thank our gracious, gracious Queen Mimiru."

"Pathetic. Have some dignity and try to accomplish something for yourself, why don't you. Maybe you could finally be a match for her 'god-given talent.'"

"Whassat? And what about you?"

"Me? I'm giving up. That kid's different from me, you know? I'm not even going to try..."

What Mimiru felt for the parents who she loved so deeply, but who did not respond in kind, was even distrust, but a sensation as if the insides of her chest were becoming dry and parched. An isolation so intense that it was difficult to put into words, as if the other side of the door had suddenly become another world unknown to her.

What in the world are these people talking about? "Giving up"? "Dignity"? Aren't you my parents? Aren't I your daughter? Why did it have to become about "accomplishments" and things like that? And "gracious, gracious Queen Mimiru"? How could you say something like that so casually...? "That kid's different"...? But I'm your daughter! We share the same blood!

That day, Mimiru fell asleep even earlier than usual. She wished it would turn out to be a dream, but her sagacious brain was well aware that it was not. The sensation of magical energies flowing through her body was enough to convince her that this was a conversation taking place in reality. And if that were not enough, her room when she awakened was just as she had seen it before going to sleep.

The children in the orphanage probably did not even have stuffed toys like these. They would not have any of the things in Mimiru's room. The neatly-bound books, the sweet stuffed toys with their smiling faces, the bed so soft and fluffy that her body sank into it... None of these things were likely to be found in that orphanage. But still, in spite of all that...

Hurling one stuffed toy into another with a thump, Mimiru lay as she was on the bed and closed her eyes. It was already late. If she didn't sleep now, it would probably get in the way of her duties tomorrow.

"Good night," Mimiru murmured in a voice so soft that no one could hear, and snuffed out the room's magical light. What floated across Mimiru's mind as darkness filled her view and she passed into the world of dreams was... the image of a young Holy Knight greeting her just as he always did.

"If you get lonely, feel free to come here any time!"

The last words he had spoken to her at midday. Somehow, those words, which had offended her at the time, seemed warm and kind now that she was alone.

A poet of Zipangu once wrote that "a child is the greatest of all treasures." And every treasure needs to be polished — polished, in this case, by a parent's love. However radiant the treasure, without polishing it will dull and its light will fade. An unpolished treasure will go on waiting for the day that one will appear to restore its sheen — waiting for one who will polish it and hold it in their hands.

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Continuous peace. While it is the thing the people of the world enjoy above all others, they are apt to forget this fact once it is in their grasp. Although they understand what a struggle it is to preserve peace, in the end they come to accept it as a matter of course.

It was just such a peace that reigned in Lescatié that morning. For the rich and for the poor, for all the varied people of the nation, it was a morning like any other.

No one could have imagined how easily that peace was about to crumble. Or at least the holy nation of Lescatié, which maintained the second greatest military force among all the nations of the church, was not home to people who spent their days worrying about such things. Even if there had been someone who feared its downfall, they would only have been laughed off as a worrywart.

Mimiru was different. Absurd fear or not, it was her job to establish countermeasures against any eventuality. That was why she had been calling for the expansion and strengthening of the sorcerous barriers and the training of additional sorcerers. Due to budgetary issues and, more than anything, Mimiru's age and the fetters of internal power struggles half-hidden behind the scenes, however, her proposals hadn't gone over well, and were progressing slowly if at all.

Honestly! Do they intend to go on undermining me forever? Or are they trying to use me as a dumping ground for useless sorcerers?

Mimiru, sick of the factions squabbling for influence, was once again sitting by herself in the cafe Loumède, tucking in to one of its famous strawberry parfaits with relish.

The cafe was the only place where she could let out a sigh of relief. Her home was as previously stated, and in her workplace at the College of Sorcery was constantly abuzz with the stratagems of high-ranking clergy, knight commanders, and administrators of the College. Many of them competed to use her, as the number one sorcerer in both name and fact, in order to shore up and expand their own power bases. That was another thing Mimiru was sick of.

In many ways she had been "unorthodox" from the first, and there was no one she could call a friend. Even the people who approached her with kind smiles on their faces were mostly, underneath the friendly veneer, trying to increase their own importance by taking her side. The remainder regarded her with fear, or with the prejudice that came from age and pride, or simply teamed up with her to accomplish a mission. None of them treated Mimiru as "Mimiru." None of them saw her. Every last one of them was only interested in using her power, intelligence, and renown for their own ends.

How did those people think of Mimiru? Perhaps as something like a gilded magician's staff that could walk and talk? If so, it was awfully comical. Dressing up beyond their ability and holding that staff would do nothing to remedy their own immaturity.

The bittersweet taste of the strawberries enhanced the sweetness of the fresh cream, and the strawberry chips mixed in with the ice cream burst refreshingly in her mouth. Mimiru finished eating the parfait with a sigh. This was the only time in her daily life that she could forget the troublesome web of relationships that surrounded her at the College of Sorcery... The only time?

"If you get lonely, feel free to come here any time!"

Of course. She hadn't seen Elt yet today. When she was talking with Elt — even if he irritated her — didn't she forget the hustle and bustle that surrounded her? Besides, for some reason she just couldn't forgive the way he spoke to her, the greatest magician in the College of Sorcery.

Alright, I'll go see him again. And today's the day I prove him wrong. I'm not lonely or anything — I just need to teach him a lesson.

Having persuaded herself, Mimiru paid the waiter and put the cafe behind her. Some of the surrounding customers discussed her in a matter of fact way, but Mimiru, who was racing towards the barracks feeling almost like a maiden in love, was deaf to their voices. What tactic should she try today? Mimiru simulated the conversation over and over in her head as she hurtled down the main street at top speed.

Those plans, however, would never be put into practice.

It happened as she was approaching a crossroads, still some distance from the barracks. All of a sudden, an unfamiliar sensation ran through Mimiru's entire body. An intense, biting chill — no, even "chill" was too gentle a term — as if she had been flung into a world thirty degrees below zero with only the clothes on her back flashed through her in an instant. What Mimiru felt was an intense wave of mana.

How!? Several of the magical barriers should already be in operation! So how is this mana—?

Could it be coming from inside Lescatié? But a monster's mana ought to have been detected, so why was there no warning that the city had been invaded, nor any sign of a military response? She could blame the top brass and their power struggles as much as she liked, but she had no way of dealing with a problem without knowing the cause. Mimiru tried to contact the College of Sorcery's barrier unit with "Wind Whisper" (a spell that used wind to gather sounds from far off and to deliver the caster's voice to distant locations) and send them instructions. But the response Mimiru received was one she had never expected.

"Ah♪ There♪ It feels so goood♪"

"'Shield'— Aaahh♪ How? How did—♪"

"Come♪ Big brother♪ Come more and more♪"

What's going on!? Does this mean the barrier unit has already given in!? And these childish voice... It couldn't be!

The voices that reached Mimiru through the "Wind Whisper" sounded younger than those she had heard in previous exchanges with the barrier unit. Mimiru had been prepared for the cries of pleasure, as she had guessed from the mana she sensed that monsters had already penetrated the interior, but the fact that the voices of the barrier unit sounded as if they were growing younger exacerbated her impatience. Her extensive knowledge and the surge of mana she had felt a moment before told her the identity of the assailant, but Mimiru still found herself unable to believe it.

Could it really be a baphomet!? I advised them on how to deal with one's magical power, but...!

Mimiru was shocked by the possible existence of a baphomet whose magical power far exceeded her expectations, and at the same time she mentally berated the top brass for failing to provide her with sufficiently talented people. Properly speaking she ought to check its advance at this stage, then capture and restrain it after completely stripping it of its mana. Otherwise, scenes like the one she had just overheard would become commonplace — no, that was already happening. Knowing that such a dangerous creature was at large in the country without even an effort being made to restrain it made Mimiru impatient.

With the barrier unit in their present condition, it wasn't difficult to imagine monsters swarming into the city, into the country, before much longer. No, the influx of monsters itself wasn't the problem. The problem was that citizens who turned into monsters would swell their numbers and destroy the nation from the inside as well. But before it came to that... they would have to strike the inner citadel. Preventing that was the duty assigned to Mimiru, assigned to her ability.

"So, the mana is headed... there!"

Hurling the giddiness she had felt a moment before three hundred million light years away, Mimiru summoned her favorite wand, then hurried towards the source of the mana.

"More♪ Deeper♪ Even deeper♪"

"How's this? Tee hee♪ I made the bigger for you♪ My b-r-e-a-s-t-s♪"

Mimiru closed her ears to the cries of pleasure that told of nearby residents already beginning to become monsters so that they could not trouble her. The knights of Lescatié were not incompetent. Messages of the outbreak and the monster advance must already be coming in. They would dispatch troops to expel the monsters and defend the sacred nation.

"...Aargh!"

Mimiru shook her head from side to side to clear the image of Elt that flashed through her mind. Why are you worrying about a single soldier in this state of emergency!? Pull yourself together, Mimiru! she told herself, but the image kept popping up when she least expected it. If Elt were attacked by a monster... and if he were stripped of his freedom and made their prey...!

"...Hey! Pull yourself together, Mimiru! Don't think about him! Just think about the opponent you're going to beat!" Mimiru forcefully reprimanded herself as she ran along the main street, on which monsters were already visible.

Strangely, none of the monsters tried to target Mimiru. On the contrary, on the way she took there was not a monster to be seen. When she looked to either side, it appeared that the knights were keeping them at bay, but there was something odd about the monsters' behavior. They were avoiding fatal wounds and not rushing the defenders, but they were not fleeing, either. It was so conspicuous that, had Mimiru been her usual self, she would have easily noticed that she was being lured. But in her current state Mimiru couldn't afford to care. If she let her thoughts stray even a little from her objective, thoughts of Elt, her quarreling-partner and novice Holy Knight, ended up popping into her head. Because of that, Mimiru didn't even notice that she was being lured. Then again, even if she had noticed, perhaps she would not have halted her feet.

When Mimiru did come to a stop, she was at the foot of the clock tower, famed as a sightseeing spot both inside and outside Lescatié. The place was normally crowded with citizens and tourists from abroad, but now there was not a human nor a monster to be seen in Mimiru's surroundings.

"You deliberately cleared out the people? Wasn't that nice of you."

Mimiru looked up at the clock tower. Its size didn't particularly impress her. After all, the place was a symbol of the city. She couldn't be awed by a sight she was so accustomed to seeing. But where she was looking, at the summit of the clock tower... there "it" was. One of their present assailants, and the owner of the mana, so powerful it made her shiver, that she had sensed before.

"We want to avoid inflicting needless injuries too, you know. At least, harming the innocent is no hobby of mine."

As "it" spoke, it leapt from the pinnacle. The figure, which to Mimiru's eyes appeared only as a point, grew gradually more distinct. Mimiru stared matter of factly at the descending creature, and began reciting an incantation. Properly speaking, she ought to take this opportunity to launch a surprise attack, but Mimiru didn't think one likely to succeed in this case. She could sense the gale that raged around the creature, defending it against magical attacks. She would have to disenchant it first.

"...'Newt,' pierce the barrier eyes cannot see."

Sure enough, the blue light emitted from the tip of Mimiru's wand struck the "thing," which was slowly coming into full view, and she was certain she saw particles of intermingled blue and gold light scatter... but then the light promptly converged into a point, and reverted to its original state. Seeing that the thing had managed to recombine her support magic without difficulty, Mimiru cut off the incantation she had been chanting. She could tell that by firing the spell she would just have been wasting magic.

The shape and color of the point that had leapt from the tower top at last began to clarify themselves to Mimiru's impatient gaze. Its general physical appearance was that of a child Mimiru's age, or perhaps even slightly younger. Two protrusions sprouting from its head looked like pigtails, but going by the way they were unstirred by the wind and the curve they described towards the back of its head, Mimiru guessed they were horns. The fact that its hands and feet were larger than those of a human and somehow reminiscent of an animal's in shape left her in no doubt that it was a monster. And... a baphomet.

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