Magical Girl of Chaos: Magical Rampage

“Ugh…”

It feels like it’s already been about four days since I arrived in the U.S.

And I’m rubbing my stomach with a slightly weird expression.

The reason I’m doing this is… I’m already sick of the dishes that American health insurance seems to make free, as if it’s their specialty.

My mouth is greasy, and my stomach is greasy too.

No, just saying it’s greasy isn’t enough.

It feels like it’s completely filled with grease, to the point where if I eat any more, I might just vomit oil.

Of course, since I have a fairy body, it’s not actually a health issue, but still…

“I miss fresh food…”

“…?”

I suddenly crave kimchi, which I never usually think about, and all sorts of vegetables and greens.

Of course, I’ve never thought about such things in my entire life, but it seems my brain has surrendered to the relentless assault of artery-clogging dishes.

How on earth do Americans survive eating this stuff every day…?

“…Are you okay?”

“…Huh? What…?”

“Never mind…”

Ugh… I need to make some fresh food with my own hands.

What’s with this country bombarding my arteries and then washing it all down with cola?

And even then, a lot of people drink milkshakes instead of cola… Do they just not care about their health?

Even if that’s not the case, shouldn’t my brain be rejecting this and telling me to eat some vegetables already?

“What are you doing…?”

“Cooking. I want something fresh.”

“Me too… I want some.”

“Alright.”

Come to think of it, Gravity isn’t particularly picky about food, right?

She just really loves these artery-bombing dishes.

“Grilling steak or sausages feels fresher somehow…”

“…?”

“…Why do you keep tilting your head like that?”

“Just…”

“Alright…”

By the way, most Americans probably think of salads made only of vegetables and fruits when they hear “fresh dishes.”

Especially lettuce and tomatoes.

Of course, that alone would feel way too fresh, and adding some dairy would be the norm.

But right now, I don’t even want to put dairy in my mouth.

I want to scrub my mouth, throat, and stomach clean, as if I’m washing away all the grease.

So… I’m going to eat a fruit salad.

Ah, by fruit salad, I don’t mean the usual “salad” we think of.

Literally, a very fresh salad made with fruits, a fresh fruit salad.

A mix of vanilla, citrus, and honey sauce… a summer fruit set, you could say.

Fruits like grapes, bananas, peaches, mangoes, kiwis, and pineapples should do.

“Delicious…”

“Not yet. I’m going to wrap it up and put it in the fridge for about two hours.”

“Ugh…”

She was planning to eat it right after mixing it with the sauce…

Well, she was swallowing her saliva and staring at it like crazy.

“Should we drink the whiskey we brought in the meantime?”

“Me too…”

“…Bring a glass.”

“Yay~…”

Come to think of it, she’s really into whiskey now.

The way she immediately asks for it when she hears the word.

She’s practically a whiskey addict these days.

I wonder what alcohol she’ll get hooked on next…

…But, pouring whiskey into this greasy stomach feels a bit weird.

Beer would definitely taste better in this situation, but too bad.

I’ve been so into whiskey lately that I forgot to stock up on beer.

“Two hours… up… hurry…”

“I got it, stop rushing and wait.”

As soon as the two hours were up, Gravity grabbed my clothes like clockwork.

So I checked the time, put down the whiskey I was drinking, and took the fresh fruit salad out of the fridge.

Good, the summer fruits mixed with the sauce are nicely chilled.

And the sauce must have soaked in properly.

Well, I don’t know if fruits soak up sauce like meat does.

“Let’s eat.”

“Yay~.”

“…Oh, this is really good…”

I made a lot because of Gravity, but I think I’ll eat quite a bit of this too.

Plus, the fresh taste of the fruits really washes away the greasy feeling…

Well, since it’s sweet, I feel like I’m being attacked by sweetness this time, but my goal right now is to get rid of the grease.

It’s not like I’m actually full of grease, but I need to clear out my brain’s rejection.

So… I’m going to eat a lot…!!

“Delicious…”

“Right.”

This really feels like eating hwachae.

Ah, maybe I should try making hwachae next time?

Adding soda to make it fizzy would wash away the grease like a tsunami.

Of course, this is really good too, but since the sweetness is dominating my tongue, it feels like the cleaning isn’t complete.

“…Kevin would love this…”

“Kevin? Your younger brother?”

“Yeah…”

“You really think like an older sister, huh?”

Gravity… she’s not just a kid.

Even though she acts like a kid, she has the heart of an elder.

I guess I don’t need to worry too much about her.

“What should we do next…”

“…Casino?”

“Casino… Hmm…”

Hmm… I don’t really like gambling, so I don’t think I’ll go to the casino.

Gambling itself isn’t something that can be called a game.

It’s just a shortcut to ruin, lured by the temptation of making money quickly and the initial excitement of artificially planned luck.

So gambling is essentially a legalized act of robbing and killing customers.

There’s no fun in it, and no reason to go crazy over money, so there’s no reason to go to the casino.

If it’s a board game, enjoy it as a board game.

“…Huh?”

By the way, the news on that TV… something’s weird.

If I’m not mistaken, some superhuman interfered in a magical girl’s battle and caused an accident.

And the location… right here, New York.

This… well, I’ve eaten enough fresh fruit salad, so I should transform and go check it out.

It’s probably breaking news, and from the footage, it’s likely an Earl-Class monster.

Just looking at the level of destruction around, I can estimate.

Plus, the emergency dispatch request signal going off at the same time… it seems pretty dangerous.

“…? Where…?”

“You stay here and eat. This isn’t something for just any magical girl, but for a fairy magical girl under the Fairy Queen’s direct command.”

“…Okay.”

Seriously… just when I was trying to enjoy my vacation, someone always has to interfere.

…Anyway, I hope they’re not dead by the time I get there.

[Gate] open.

“…What are you trying to do?”

“Magical girl reinforcements…!”

This… was a really close call.

I didn’t expect the monster to be about to kill the magical girl right after I passed through the [Gate].

If I hadn’t acted immediately, something terrible might have happened.

This kind of thing happens occasionally, so I have no choice but to move before I even think.

“Is she conscious…? Knocked out?”

“You… don’t even care about me, huh?”

“Yeah, I don’t. Who in the world would care about a mere ant?”

“You bastard…!”

Hmm… first, I’ll casually slice the monster in half and check the magical girl’s condition.

…Her pulse is steady, and her magical energy response is normal.

Her internal organs are a bit ruptured, but the damage seems less than I thought.

Probably just knocked out from the pain and shock of her organs rupturing.

Well, most magical girls of this level are around middle school age, so it’s no surprise their brains shut down from the pain.

First, I’ll use some recovery magic to do some initial treatment.

By the way…

“……”

The superhuman who suddenly interfered and caused this mess… I really want to kill him right here.

But there are too many spectators here, and most of them are idiots who are easily swayed by false propaganda and conspiracy theories.

So even if I kill this guy, it might give rise to anti-fairy realm extremists in the U.S.

Especially the reds or the outdated extremist religious trash from the Middle East.

The former, I don’t know, but the latter has infiltrated Europe and the U.S. under the guise of refugees, so it’s not impossible.

So… I’ll just say a few words to the silent crowd and take the injured magical girl to the fairy realm for a physical examination.

“You all, watch carefully. This is the result of interfering in a magical girl’s battle. I’ll consider it a warning this time due to ignorance, but there won’t be a next time. Got it? Normally, I should kill you on the spot as per the rules, but I’m letting you off this time, so remember that.”

Now… let’s send this girl to the fairy realm’s treatment center.

And the responsible mascot seems pretty injured too, so I’ll send them both together.

“Are you okay?”

“I-I’m… fine… thank… you…”

“…Your way of speaking is really weird. Anyway, don’t talk. Just go get treated with the responsible magical girl. I’ll do some basic treatment with recovery magic, so get a detailed examination over there.”

“Understood…”

Now that I’ve roughly healed the responsible mascot and sent them to the fairy realm… it’s time to threaten the superhuman side.

Either shut up, bow your head, and disband, or get subdued or killed and bleed miserably, just a simple ultimatum.

Since this is a group formed for this purpose, a last stand isn’t impossible, though the chances are very low.

Ah~ by the way, isn’t there the strongest superhuman in this group, the one who always shouts about justice?

Literally, ‘Justice Mania,’ huh?

Well… but mania is still mania, an amateur group.

No matter how strong they are among superhumans, there’s no shortage of stupid idiots lacking professionalism.

Especially in a group that hasn’t gone through proper screening.

So there’s a 30% chance they won’t listen, and a 70% chance they’ll bow their heads… but I bet the 30% losing chance will win.

In these cases, no matter how you calculate the odds, it always ends up being a ‘lose’ situation.

Tsk… that aside, most humans in this area have already lost their humanity.

To treat this as just a spectacle… truly, they’re terrible.

Magical girls, who are comrades, might understand, but ordinary people…

You should at least be aware that you’re enjoying a level of peace close to an invasion thanks to the sacrifices of these magical girls.

Well, I think I’ve roughly sorted things out, so I’ll head out now.

I’ll leave the superhuman bleeding and almost unconscious here.

There’s no reason to heal him, and no reason to care even a fingernail’s worth about him.

He intentionally caused trouble for the magical girls and the fairy realm, and caused definite harm.

Still, consider yourself lucky you’re not marked as an enemy, you idiot.

Now, let’s go back.

Before Gravity finishes all the fresh fruit salad.

…I can already see her finishing it and looking for something else when I get back.

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