Chapter 9: Suspicious First Aid

After reading for a long time in the ocean of spell tables inside the light orb, Luka finally withdrew from her mental space, fully satisfied.

Although she had advanced from no class to one-star, first-level, she didn’t rush to claim a new spell.

She simply studied the effects of most of the top-tier spells in the spell table.

She intended to decide which one to claim only when she needed it.

After all, there were so many powerful and practical spells, each suited to different situations.

If she locked in a spell now and then hit a crisis where it didn’t work, what would she do?

She was a very patient person.

Even when playing anime-style mobile games in her past life, she wouldn’t touch the gacha until she’d read the most detailed reviews and player feedback.

She’d rather wait until the final day of the banner to decide. She was a true ultimate ninja.

Since she was like that with games, now that her life and death were on the line, she was naturally even more cautious.

She pushed aside her chaotic thoughts and opened her eyes.

Whoosh.

A large face was right in front of her, and a heavy, hot breath sprayed onto her own face.

That face, covered by an eyepatch with a single eye, had its eyes shut, lips pouted out high, and half a tongue sticking out, leaning toward her small mouth.

Only two centimeters away.

“Eeek!”

Luka shrieked and swung her palm.

Smack!

Moye staggered back, holding her cheek where a red handprint was blooming, an awkward expression on her face.

Whoosh.

Luka sat bolt upright, arms crossed over her chest, staring at Moye in disbelief. “Wh-what were you trying to do?!”

“Y-you! Sister Luka, you’re finally awake.”

Moye’s eyes drifted to the floor as she kept scratching the back of her head. “Ha, haha, what a coincidence. You were unconscious the whole time, and I was so worried, I was just about to give you mouth-to-mouth!”

“…Why were you sticking your tongue out for mouth-to-mouth?” Luka’s eyes went wide.

“Ah, ahem! That’s a misunderstanding!”

Moye cleared her throat twice and put on a serious face. “Besides mouth-to-mouth, I was also planning to transfer some of my magic power to you to help you recover faster.

“As everyone knows, magical girls can only transfer magic power through physical contact, and mucosal contact is the most efficient method.

“So, sticking out my tongue was a serious, legitimate emergency medical procedure to save a precious comrade’s life. It’s just and beyond reproach. Please don’t let your mind wander!”

With that, Moye stared solemnly into Luka’s eyes.

Her single eye was filled with earnest concern, like a righteous knight radiating the light of pure, hot blood.

As if deeply moved by Moye’s sincere words, Luka’s expression softened.

“Hiss… exhale.”

Luka closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly let it out, trying to calm herself.

After a long moment, she opened her eyes, smiled at Moye, and said, “Moye, I never expected you to care so much about me. I’m truly moved.”

“Haha, it’s nothing. We’re the closest comrades and sisters, after all. Of course we should look out for each other!”

Moye patted her chest proudly. “I’m relieved you’re safe and sound!”

She quickly switched topics.

“Oh, right. During our fight with the Spider Death Demon earlier, I nearly despaired. Then you suddenly displayed incredible power and entered the legendary Full Bloom state, killing it in one hit. How did you do that?”

“Hehe, I didn’t know I had that kind of power hidden inside me either. Maybe it was some kind of burst in a desperate situation.”

Luka smiled gently. “But before we talk about that in detail, I have a few questions for you. Do you mind answering them?”

Moye blinked and nodded quickly. “Sure, of course. Ask away!”

“Mm, then I’ll ask.”

Luka remained sitting and looked forward. “Dear sister Moye, can you tell me why my 【】 and 【】 were 【】 without me knowing?”

Moye followed Luka’s gaze.

Luka’s two 【】 had been 【】 and were now neatly placed to the side.

They were wrapped in 【】, showing a 【】 color, like 【】, presenting a 【】.

Perhaps because of the long journey and battle, the 【】 had been wrapped for too long, so the inside of the 【】 had fully 【】, becoming extremely 【】.

Now, meeting the cool night air, wisps of 【】 kept drifting up into the sky.

Like 【】 and 【】, 【】, reminding diners to quickly 【】.

Moye’s deep gaze swept over Luka’s 【】.

“Ahem. I’m the one who 【】 your 【】.”

Moye kept a composed face and cleared her throat. “According to the first-aid manual, for injured patients, you should remove tight clothing and heavy gear as much as possible. That helps relieve the condition and relax the body.

“I saw that your 【】 were too heavy and too tight, so I strictly followed the manual and helped you 【】 them off.

“Just an old soldier’s standard move. No need to thank me.”

“Oh…”

Luka narrowed her eyes and dragged the word out. “So that’s how it is. I thought someone took advantage of my unconsciousness, got excited at the sight of 【】, took off my 【】, and tried to do something to my 【】.”

“Haha, sister Luka, you really know how to joke.”

Moye forced a smile. “With me right here, how could any 【】 get the chance to take advantage of you?”

“Mm, as expected of Moye. So reliable. With you around, I can feel safe.”

Luka smiled even wider. “Then I still have one more question.”

Luka reached her hand 【】 toward her 【】.

“Why are my 【】 and 【】 both neatly 【】, and even the intimate 【】 inside are somewhat 【】?”

The room fell silent for a moment.

“Cough. That’s because I gave you CPR.”

Moye coughed and put on a serious face. “According to the first-aid manual, the 【】 need to be removed as much as possible, otherwise they affect the effectiveness of the rescue.”

“Ohh, so that’s how it is.”

Luka pretended to understand. “I thought some insane 【】 fetishist had tried to 【】 my 【】, doing something 【】 to my 【】.”

“What are you talking about? That’s nonsense.”

Moye waved her hand. “If such a 【】 fetishist really existed, they’d be a disgrace to magical girls. If I ever found one, I’d kill them myself!”

“Mm, I know you despise evil, Moye. You wouldn’t let some 【】 fetishist 【】 me.”

Luka nodded. “Then I only have one last tiny little question.”

“Ask away.” Moye breathed a sigh of relief.

Luka picked up the magic gun placed beside her and gently caressed its barrel.

“Why do my  and  all these have traces of ?

“And these places still carry faint traces of magic power.

“Judging by how pure that magic power is, it seems to be something only a two-star magical girl could produce.

“How strange. What could be going on?”

Moye: “…”

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