Elwen nodded.
“Then I’ll leave you here.” She glanced at Suhō, who seemed about to say something.
“Before I left, the Association already handled the commotion at your school, suppressing the news of your disappearance today, so your mother is still unaware.” “And after everything that happened today, you must all be exhausted.
So, find a suitable time to confess about becoming a Magical Girl later; don’t let her worry tonight.” “Also, don’t forget, as the ‘Maiden of Prophecy’, you still need to report to the Magical Girl Association tomorrow.” Suhō’s expression paused, then she gently nodded.
Maiden of Prophecy?
Leon blinked, his gaze quietly sweeping back and forth between Elwen’s face and Suhō’s face.
However, Elwen obviously had no intention of explaining.
“Get a good night’s sleep and digest everything that happened today.” After saying that, before Suhō could even respond, she put on her helmet and twisted the handlebar.
Accompanied by the low roar of the engine, the wild heavy motorcycle sped away, leaving only a dashing figure in the distance.
“Sister Elwen is so cool…” Suhō watched her leave with a look of admiration, then immediately turned around, her emerald eyes shining as she looked at the cherry-blossom-haired girl beside her and naturally took her hand.
“Let’s go, Senpai!
Mom must have already made dinner by now!” “I’m home!” On the seventh floor of the apartment building, Leon let himself be pulled along by the energetic girl as she pushed open the door.
Opening the front door revealed a sunken entryway with a step down, the air filled with a faint lemon scent.
Two pairs of outdoor sneakers were neatly arranged on the steps.
At the same time, a rich and inviting aroma of spices wafted from inside the house.
“I brought a friend back today!” Suhō called out as she nimbly took a pair of pink guest slippers printed with rabbits from the shoe cabinet.
Leon’s gaze naturally fell upon an exquisite photo frame placed on top of the shoe cabinet.
Inside was a photo of a young Suhō and a red-haired woman.
Although there was no third person, the two were still smiling brightly.
“That’s Mom and me.” Suhō followed her gaze and explained casually while changing shoes, “As for my dad…
he went missing when I was very young!” Even when bringing this up, her tone seemed completely unbothered, and she said with a smile, “Right now, it’s just me and Mom at home, but we’ve long been used to it, and the two of us live super happily together!” “Oh, you’re back?” Accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, a woman wearing an apron walked out from the living room.
She had a capable and neat short haircut of wine-red hair, her features seventy percent similar to Suhō’s, but more mature and heroic.
Although she was still holding a soup ladle, that whirlwind-like spirit made it obvious at a glance that she was the type who managed the household well and had a cheerful personality.
“My name is Makimiya Asa, Suhō’s mother.” “You’re the Momo that little Suhō mentioned in her text message, right?
You’re truly beautiful!” Suhō’s mother sized Leon up and down, and seeing her extremely pleasing face, though it lacked expression, a warm smile immediately appeared on her face.
“I heard from Suhō that you met with an accident, can’t remember things clearly for the time being, and have nowhere to go?
Don’t worry, although Auntie’s place isn’t big, having an extra set of bowls and chopsticks is no problem at all!
Just treat this place as your own home!” Faced with this overwhelming enthusiasm, the cold defense Leon had originally prepared loosened slightly.
“…” She gave a barely perceptible nod.
“Thank you for the trouble.” “No trouble at all!
I just happened to make something delicious today!” Suhō’s mother waved the soup ladle in her hand with a spirited gesture.
“Go wash your hands!
I made a special hamburger meat curry to welcome our new friend!” After washing their hands, the two of them soon arrived at the dining table.
On the steaming plate, next to the rice drenched in a rich, dark brown curry sauce, lay a thick, fragrant, pan-fried hamburger steak the size of a palm.
Suhō’s mother was clearly a practical type.
Not only did she give generous portions, but she also specially added a soft-boiled fried egg to Momo’s plate.
“Come on, eat more!
Look at how thin you are, child.
You’re at the age where you’re still growing.” “Thank you.” She picked up her spoon, cut a piece of the hamburger steak, and put it in her mouth.
The meat was firm and juicy, and mixed with the slightly spicy, rich curry and rice, that solid sense of satisfaction instantly exploded in her mouth.
This home-cooked meal, full of the warmth of everyday life, was enough to soothe a stomach that had just experienced life and death.
“Delicious!” Beside her, Suhō was already eating with her cheeks stuffed full, a look of happiness on her face.
“As expected, Mom’s curry is the best in the world!” “You’re such a chatterbox.” Although Suhō’s mother complained, she couldn’t hide the smile in her eyes.
As if she had seen through Momo’s hidden, deep exhaustion, she didn’t ask too many questions about the details of her “amnesia,” but just kept urging her to eat more, being warm yet mindful of boundaries.
The dinner ended in a warm and lively atmosphere.
After eating and drinking their fill, Suhō’s mother efficiently cleared the dishes and then urged the two to wash up and rest.
“Come with me, my room is upstairs!” Suhō naturally took Leon’s small hand and walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor of the duplex apartment.
“There’s also a separate bathroom on the second floor, so you don’t have to run downstairs if you get up in the middle of the night.” Suhō pointed to the top of the stairs, then pointed to the three doors in the hallway and introduced, “The one on the left is an empty guest room, but it’s not cleaned up right now.
And this one on the right…
is mine!” She turned the handle of the outermost door and slapped the wall.
Clap.
The soft ceiling light came on.
What met their eyes was a pink world full of a young girl’s heart.
Pink floral wallpaper, pink curtains, and a fluffy light pink carpet spread on the floor.
A white low-legged round table was placed in the middle of the carpet, and the head of the bed, the cabinets, and even the corners of the carpet were filled with all kinds of plush toys.
One wall of the room was a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, filled with art books, fairy tales, extracurricular study guides, and…
a large number of photography technique books and albums.
“Waaah!!!” Suhō suddenly let out a cute shriek, let go of Senpai’s hand, and dashed toward the low round table with the speed of a hundred-meter sprint.
There, draped over the back of a chair, was a very childish pair of panties printed with little kittens.
Suhō grabbed them with one hand, then, her face flushing bright red, hurriedly stuffed them into a drawer.
She turned around awkwardly, her eyes darting away as she tried to change the subject.
“Um!
Senpai, look!
These are the photos I took!” She pointed to the corkboard in front of the desk, which was covered in photos, and spoke as if she were presenting a treasure.