Faced with Song Wuli’s shameless attitude, Diamond wasn’t out of options.
When they first met, despite Song Wuli’s refusals, Diamond had ways to make him sign the contract and become a magical girl.
There were plenty of ways to make him fulfill magical girl duties, but Diamond hoped he’d do it willingly, not forced.
“Want to hear the story of us contract beasts, Silver?”
Diamond began its persuasion.
“Nope,” Song Wuli shot down flatly.
“You won’t get another chance after I’m gone,” Diamond played the emotional card.
“Why so sentimental? What’s your angle?”
“My time with you is running out,” Diamond continued, undeterred. “The story of contract beasts and magical girls is a long one…”
“Keep it under 100 words,” Song Wuli cut in, dreading a long-winded tale.
“Silver, you’re tough,” Diamond paused, likely organizing its thoughts.
It climbed onto the sofa, watching Yinlin pace, practicing walking in heels.
Her adaptability was impressive, her learning talent strong.
She now walked steadily, no more tripping, balancing her weight evenly to avoid sore feet.
Watching her, Diamond’s gaze deepened, recalling the past.
It said, “We’re born on Contract Island. After leaving, we find capable girls to form contracts, helping magical girls drive out all demons.”
After a long pause, Diamond said no more.
Song Wuli blinked. “That’s it?”
Diamond: “You said keep it under 100 words.”
Song Wuli: “That’s so half-baked! You explained nothing. What’s Contract Island? Where is it?”
Diamond: “Where we’re born. Once we leave, we can’t return. They say when a contract beast dies, its soul goes back there.”
Song Wuli: “Why only contract with young girls? Not kids, older women, or grannies? Why girls?”
Diamond: “Girls have the strongest magical affinity, ideal for becoming magical girls. That affinity fades with age. You’re an exception among all the humans I’ve met.”
Song Wuli pressed: “If contracts can be made, can they be broken?”
Diamond: “No. The contract is on a law-level, unbreakable by any means.”
Song Wuli: “Why drive out demons?”
Diamond: “It’s our innate duty to expel them.”
Song Wuli: “But what’s “your” Why? Why follow this duty?”
Diamond tilted its head, confused by the question.
For a moment, staring into its puzzled eyes, Song Wuli thought it was Kyubey.
It didn’t grasp human emotions, seeing its innate duty as its lifelong purpose, never questioning it.
No wonder it kept pushing Song Wuli to act like a magical girl—it thought that’s what they *must* do. Not doing so was odd.
Song Wuli: “Humans act for reasons—revenge, world peace, money. You need a motive. What’s your reason for expelling demons?”
Despite the explanation, Diamond still didn’t get it, tilting its head: “It’s my duty, so I expel all demons.”
Song Wuli: “But why fulfill that duty?”
Diamond: “Isn’t a duty something you *have* to do?”
It was unclear who was more confused—Diamond or Song Wuli.
This talk left Song Wuli with a bad feeling about Contract Island.
It seemed to brainwash contract beasts, making them dedicate their lives to “expelling all demons.”
On the surface, humans benefited from contract beasts and magical girls—a win for humanity.
But deeper down, it was unsettling.
Song Wuli: “What happens if I don’t fulfill magical girl duties?”
Testing the waters, probing if Contract Island was good or evil.
Diamond: “Nothing happens, Silver. What are you worried about?”
Song Wuli: “No punishment at all?”
Diamond: “None.”
Song Wuli: “So magical girls can do whatever they want?”
Diamond: “Yep.”
It didn’t seem to realize how tempting that sounded.
Immortality, magic powers, no restrictions—what would someone do with that?
Diamond added: “No restrictions, but we only choose kind people. We can see if someone’s good—you can’t fool us.”
Song Wuli: “What about Black Phoenix, the most evil magical girl?”
Diamond: “Her case is special. If you meet her contract beast, you can ask.”
Song Wuli: “You don’t know why?”
Diamond: “Nope.”
It was late, nearly midnight.
Song Wuli ended the talk, washed up, and went to bed.
The next day, he packed his “crime tools” in a backpack and went to work as Song Wuli via subway, avoiding flying as a magical girl.
He didn’t want to grow dependent, lest he truly become a magical girl for good.
At work, he was distracted, doodling on paper.
He snapped a photo and sent it to an online shop, asking them to make it.
“Huh? Heels? Old Song, you…” Huang Yijun’s voice startled him from behind.
Song Wuli quickly hid the drawing.
Huang Yijun sighed, leaned close, and whispered, “Old Song, how long’s this been going on?”
Song Wuli: “No, you’ve got it wrong. It’s… for a friend.”
Huang Yijun: “A friend? Since when do you have a female friend like that? Why didn’t I know?”
Song Wuli: “Even if we’re close, I don’t report everything to you. Don’t overthink it. I’ll tell you when the time’s right.”
Huang Yijun still looked suspicious.
Song Wuli finally shook him off, relieved.
At noon, Huang Yijun came to grab lunch, but Song Wuli was gone.
Where?
Farming gold, of course.
Song Wuli: Watch closely—this is how you use a magical girl!
Pretty sure this ‘Black Phoenix’ see her actions as the good one, so they couldn’t predict she would be evil by ‘normal’ standard
or maybe she knows some unspeakable secret about the way the world works and has to operate in this way with her knowledge.