The Saint Almost Got Run Over by a Car

There were only seven minutes left before class started.

She didn’t know whether speeding up with magic would be enough to make it in time.

Kirishima Shiro herself had no confidence either.

After all, the efficiency of using magic while transformed and untransformed was a completely different matter.

Using magic without transforming was like plugging a low-power power supply into a computer equipped with a 5090, or pairing it with an outdated motherboard.

The hardware potential was clearly explosive, yet it was tightly restricted by all kinds of limitations.

Casting was slow.

The range was small.

Even forming a magic barrier took forever.

Not even one-tenth of its peak performance could be brought out.

“I’m heading to school first. Bye-bye.”

“Bye-bye.”

Flona watched Kirishima Shiro leave.

She really did have a big heart, just leaving a stranger alone in her house like that.

With a slight movement of thought, Flona snapped her slender fingers softly.

The clothes on the floor vanished instantly.

In the next second, a brand-new nun’s habit was neatly draped over her body.

The simple black skirt fell straight down, making the snow-white collar and cuffs appear even cleaner.

The white stockings visible beneath the hem gently wrapped along her slender calves.

They outlined soft curves, cinching just enough fullness to perfectly trace that restrained, ascetic allure.

She would need to buy some new clothes when she had time.

Thinking of local modern outfits, Flona felt that constantly wearing a nun’s habit was far too out of place.

But she wasn’t carrying any items suitable for trade.

Nor did she have this world’s currency.

Because spatial turbulence destroyed any storage item that failed to respect it, Flona had traveled light when she crossed worlds.

Among the few things that survived was the Goddess’s gift to her.

The Ever-Changing Wardrobe, filled with clothes that carried various special effects.

These outfits either required paying an enormous price to wear.

Or had so little fabric that Flona couldn’t bring herself to comment.

Fortunately, the wardrobe wasn’t completely useless.

It had an extremely convenient automatic cleaning function.

Flona usually used it as a laundry tool.

“I need to find a way to catch a monster and ask about the monster organization’s location.”

…

When people talk about campus life, they tend to think of passionate youth and sweet romances.

These memories blur as one grows up, becoming vivid colors that can never quite be erased.

But how many people remember the monotony of school life?

Even if one were reborn, it’s a pain no one would want to experience again.

Right now, Kirishima Shiro was experiencing that very pain.

The pain known as “being late.”

“I won’t say anything about you taking leave yesterday. But Kirishima Shiro, why have you been late so often recently? Go stand outside and reflect properly!”

Facing the teacher’s scolding, Kirishima Shiro helplessly stood at the classroom door.

She had done her absolute best.

But in the end, she still couldn’t outrun the almighty class bell.

What could she do about always being late?

After all, monsters mostly appeared at night.

Before long, the teacher’s roar rang out again.

“And Seriana, the classroom is not a place for daydreaming. You too, go stand outside and wake yourself up!”

A head of pink twin-tails reaching down to her waist entered Kirishima Shiro’s view.

They were tied with red cords, lively and cute.

“Uuu~”

Seriana lowered her head and let out a sleepy whine.

Seeing that she now had a familiar companion in punishment, Seriana leaned against her without hesitation.

“Life-sized body pillow.”

“Wait a moment, Anna-chan. I’m not a body pillow!”

“Zzz…”

Ignoring Kirishima Shiro’s protest, Seriana hugged her arm and continued today’s round of daytime dreaming in a daze.

Kirishima Shiro shook her head.

“Honestly, Anna-chan always looks half-asleep.”

If Kirishima Shiro was the queen of tardiness, then Seriana, the foreign transfer student, was the queen of drowsiness.

The moment the two of them stood at the classroom door, they became a striking sight on campus.

This scene had already become a daily must-see for many students.

As a result, Seriana accidentally became one of the few close friends Kirishima Shiro had.

Suddenly, a faint ticklish sensation crept up her neck.

Kirishima Shiro tilted her head slightly.

She realized that Seriana was rubbing her cheek lightly against the hollow of her shoulder.

A few soft strands of hair slipped down with the movement.

They sent another tingling itch along her neck.

“Haha… stop rubbing. It tickles.”

Kirishima Shiro struggled not to laugh as she reached out to hold Seriana back.

“Bracelet. For you. Sweet dreams.”

Seriana spoke in a drowsy, halting manner.

She handed Kirishima Shiro a bracelet strung with diamond-shaped scales.

“Ah, thank you, Anna-chan.”

Kirishima Shiro accepted it out of habit.

Ever since meeting Anna, she often received small gifts from her.

And she always tried to give something in return.

“So warm. Not like before, all cold and chilly. Today’s Shiro, I like her more.”

With that, Seriana hugged Kirishima Shiro even tighter.

“I already said I’m not a body pillow.”

But… warm?

After Seriana mentioned it, Kirishima Shiro also vaguely sensed a gentle warmth flowing within her.

Her whole body felt much lighter.

Not as exhausted as before.

In her current state, she could probably defeat two or three more monsters without any problem.

“Could it be related to sleeping with Flona?”

Sleeping naked with a nun and then recovering.

Why did that feel like something she’d seen in an anime?

Listening to the sound of chalk scraping against the blackboard, Kirishima Shiro’s gaze drifted unconsciously toward the distant corridor across the classroom.

There, three or four flamboyantly dressed people were surrounding a girl.

Their uniforms were worn open.

Their hair was dyed in all sorts of colors.

They walked with a swaggering, delinquent air.

They were the very image of troublemaking youths.

The girl being surrounded clutched a book tightly to her chest.

Her knuckles were white with force, as if the book were her only lifeline.

Messy bangs covered half her face, revealing only tightly pressed lips and trembling shoulders.

That timid appearance made it clear she had been frightened by the scene.

One tall delinquent reached out toward her.

The girl dodged away.

But as she retreated, her back hit the wall.

There was nowhere left to go.

Are they bullying a classmate?

Kirishima Shiro instinctively wanted to step in and help.

But before she could move, a teacher quickly emerged from the stairwell.

She sternly scolded the delinquents.

Thank goodness.

A teacher stepped in.

What surprised Kirishima Shiro even more was that almost at the same moment the teacher appeared, another familiar figure emerged from the corner of the corridor.

Flona?

A flicker of astonishment passed through Kirishima Shiro’s eyes.

Why was Flona at my school?

…

Earlier, Flona had been searching for traces of monsters.

“Not even a single trace.”

Reaching a crossroads, Flona felt puzzled.

She had encountered a magical girl chasing a raven monster the moment she arrived.

So why couldn’t she find anything now?

Were monsters like small items left lying around at home?

Impossible to find when you actually needed them.

A Saint didn’t have the keen scouting abilities of a ranger.

Flona’s search relied entirely on luck.

If only the Hero were here.

She always got dragged into all sorts of strange incidents.

A true trouble-making machine.

While reminiscing about the Hero’s first day, Flona was drawn by the sound of a blaring horn.

An iron box sped toward her at high speed while blasting noise nonstop.

It looked ready to send Flona flying.

Luckily, a hand pulled her back.

“Unless you’re in a hurry to transmigrate, running a red light isn’t very good behavior.”

Turning around, she saw a female teacher wearing glasses.

Flona looked surprised.

“This iron box… cars can send people to another world?”

When researching summoning arrays, she had consulted the mages in her party countless times.

She owed them a huge favor before finally finding a way to cross worlds.

And yet modern society was so advanced that an iron box could send people across worlds?

“Want some candy?”

As she spoke, Suzuki Megumi handed Flona a piece of candy.

She also popped one into her own mouth.

Flona stared at the candy in her hand.

Was she being treated like a child?

“Just some web novel tropes I saw after confiscating students’ novels recently.”

Seeing Flona’s serious expression, Suzuki Megumi covered her mouth and laughed.

“Getting run over by a car and transmigrating to another world, surrounded by beauties. Where would you find something that good?”

After saying that, Suzuki Megumi shook her head.

She believed her students were full of fantasies.

Flona silently averted her gaze.

There are such cases.

There really are.

It’s just that they weren’t sent away by cars.

They were summoned instead.

“Of course, that driver was way too careless. Driving that fast. Even people rushing to reincarnate aren’t that desperate.”

As expected of a teacher.

Her words were sharp.

“So it wasn’t intentional murder.”

After understanding, Flona nodded.

The holy flame clenched in her hand slowly dissipated.

“Intentional harm would land you in prison here. I doubt many people would deliberately hurt others.”

Suzuki Megumi waved her hand.

“But there are plenty of scammers. A clueless little nun like you should be careful not to get tricked.”

“Really no one intends harm? But there’s a curse placed on you by someone else.”

Flona’s gaze fell on Suzuki Megumi’s forehead.

It looked as though a layer of unclean gray haze lingered there.

It wasn’t something visible to the naked eye.

It was a dull, oppressive aura.

“Little miss, that joke isn’t funny.”

Suzuki Megumi clearly didn’t believe her.

So she really does think I’m a child.

Feeling dissatisfied, Flona immediately came up with a plan.