Rambles of a self-proclaimed Magical Girl

[1r5]

Alone in her home in the apartments at the Family Tree, the young Idola lays down in bed, thinking.

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Every day, I hear about it, from all sides.

Magi and non-magi. Knights, merchants, priests, occultists, even the regular citizenry.

"Spider demon nearly mauled me. Almost thought I would die that day."

"One of those Osronan knights nearly took me out. I'm... I'm just glad I'm still here."

"Y'hear about that young kid? They just wandered off and were never seen again..."

"If I... If I just were there that day, I could've protected her..."

Yet, for some reason, I never manage to find anyone in trouble despite running around specifically looking for it.

I just want to help people, With how much they talk about being attacked, surely there's at least someone that needs help, right? I swore to myself to protect anyone from unnecessary harm or straight-up death at the hands of others, and I know it's happening. Surely I'm gonna come across someone I can help soon, right? Right?

Am I just doing this for myself? To stroke my own ego, to feel like someone who I want to be? Am I a fraud?

...No. No, I'm doing this for others.

I am, am I? If I weren't, then I'm not...

...not...

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