Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and the small room was eerily silent.

Machima sat on a chair with her elbows on her lap and her face in her hands. She said, "Actually, I think Mr. Gojo is a good fit for our job. Please try it out if you have the chance."

Gojo Satoru asked again: "So what kind of job is it?"

"A job that Mr. Gojo can't imagine."

"You clearly said that I might be very suitable, but you still can't imagine it?"

Isn't this unreasonable?

Then there is only one result, something that does not exist in this world. He guessed that "demon hunter" should be a profession not much different from a magician. "Demon" does not refer to a demon in the usual sense, but the The "something" of time.

And the profession that needs to eliminate that "something" is probably a "demon hunter".

Gojo Satoru laughed even more heartily, thinking how could there be such a genius as him.

Maqima still looked calm: "I think that if Mr. Gojo becomes a civil servant, the company's business level will be greatly improved. Could it be that Mr. Gojo can even imagine this?"

It all sounds like bullshit, but it makes sense.

He really couldn't imagine him sitting in the office typing on the keyboard.

Gojo Satoru helped the crooked sunglasses on the bridge of his nose: "Don't be joking, I will be convinced by you myself if this continues."

Maqima seemed to spread her hands helplessly: "That's all I can say, if Mr. Gojo doesn't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Gojo Satoru suddenly had a premonition that Maqima didn't deliberately want to hide anything, but just thought it would be fun to lie to him. Although, this way, it's not like there is no chance to ask out.

But he was really upset.

"Haha, if I really have a chance, I'd also like to experience the work of a so-called 'demon hunter', don't you think, Miss Macchima?"

Machima narrowed her eyes slightly, and said, "Mr. Gojo seems to recognize the term 'demon hunter'?"

"Of course, and isn't that the case? Occupations that don't exist in this world exist only in Machima."

"Besides, you have never seen or heard of the 'curse' before. It stands to reason that if you are a marginal professional, you will have heard of it."

Also, when he was in Karuizawa yesterday, all of Machima's cell phone address books that his "six eyes" saw were not in the service area.

"And the nature of the 'demon hunter' is similar to that of a conjurer. The 'demon hunter' is responsible for destroying the 'demon', right?"

Machima remained silent.

"So I've decided that Makima is someone from the 'other side'."

Gojo Satoru slapped his hands, as if to say that he had finished speaking and it was time for her to reply.

Maqima looked straight at him with unwavering golden eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He still couldn't see what the other party was hiding or thinking, and even his breathing and heartbeat didn't change in meaning.

It's more like... It's beyond the scope of human beings.

No one spoke, just looked at each other, and the room was silent.

After a long while, Maqima finally said: "To be honest, I really like the cleverness of Mr. Gojo."

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?"

"I don't hate smart people, I can even say that I like them. Even if such people occasionally bother me, I still like them very much. I like Mr. Gojo very much."

In fact, she prefers obedient people, but she still likes smart people.

She loves dogs, but also loves humans.

Gojo Satoru: "?"

He was about to be confused. Is she confessing her love or using a tongue twister? ?

But among other things, this does prove one thing.

"So, my guess was correct."

Mazima was noncommittal, but she seemed to have announced the answer.

Yesterday, she was only holding a tentative attitude, but after meeting Lehu, she understood that Gojo Satoru is really the strongest in this world, and if he succeeds in dominating, she can make a great contribution to her plan.

But Mazima is not in a hurry, rather than dominating immediately, she still wants to spend a little longer with her.

So, in fact, she has no reason to hide it from Gojo Satoru, but she has no reason to tell him. If he guesses it himself, it doesn't matter.

At some point, Gojo Satoru suddenly stood up, approached Maqima, and put his index finger in front of his lips: "I won't tell others about your world,"

The man's warm breath sprayed Maqima's face, and it was undeniable that they were very close now.

However, this delicate atmosphere did not last long.

Wujo Wujo said as if he suddenly remembered something: "Ah, don't be too discouraged about your confession to me, although I refused this time, you still have the next time and the next time, maybe when I agree!"

Macchima: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "Ah, sure enough the strongest charm is unstoppable, and I'm really handsome."

The woman with orange-pink hair tilted her head, her long sideburns fell softly on her shoulders: "Compared to this, what should I do next?"

Gojo Satoru blinked: "Ah, I've made arrangements for you, soon Machima will become a conjurer!"

"But I don't want to be a magician."

He still said self-consciously: "I should arrange a judgment test for the level of a magician for you later, and I will accompany you there, and then you can hit the magic spirit casually."

Obviously, the man wasn't listening to her.

Mazima tried again: "However, I should have no magic power."

Only then did the other party stop talking to himself, dragged his chin with his hands, and began to think: "Hmm...it seems to be oh, Maqima wait a moment."

After speaking, he disappeared into the house.

Mazima found it miraculous that even she could only make the speed almost invisible, instead of the teleportation that disappeared in an instant.

Ten seconds later, Gojo Satoru teleported back with a cage in his hand.

"It contains a teeny curse spirit that is less than level four and has almost no damage. Maqima can see it?"

The teeny-headed curse spirit is small, and she feels more like a well-behaved little animal than the "curse spirit" she has ever seen.

Gojo Satoru opened the cage, and the curse spirit jumped onto her shoulder immediately, but didn't do anything, just stayed on it quietly.

Maqima moved his eyes to the curse spirit on his shoulder, and Gojo Satoru immediately grasped the details: "Hey, you can see it, right? If you can see it, you have the magic power, but you just haven't extracted it."

If it is not a very special case, the very special "Heaven and Curse" can sacrifice magic power, so as to have a natural resistance to magic power and eyes that can see curses.

But Gojo Satoru has never seen this happen to anyone other than Fu Heisher.

Gojo Satoru took advantage of the situation and sat down: "The spell power of non-magicians will radiate into the air, and it will accumulate into curses over time, but the negative emotions of conjurers will continue to accumulate into spell power for fighting."

"If you can control the divergence and convergence of the spell power well, you will pass the first test."

In other words, on the basis of her original attack, she must use her spell power so that the curse can be removed.

There is not enough light in the house, and there are only two small windows, so the hot summer sun can't shine where they are.

The sudden silence made the atmosphere strange again.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Maqima to speak: "I understand, it means transforming my negative emotions into mana?"

"right!"

Machima tried it, and soon felt an inexplicable power appearing around her body. Gojo Satoru naturally noticed the change in her aura: "Yes, that's it, and then launch the magic power as an attack!"

She felt the flow of the mantra in her body, condensed it on her fingertips, and then opened her thin lips lightly: "Bang."

It can only be said that Makima is still Makima after all, even if it only gathers mana power, its strength is not weaker than that of a cannon.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the sky brightened.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head: "Huh?"

How did the house collapse?

Maqima was slightly startled: "Ah..."

In fact, she didn't want to bring down the house, at least to reduce the damage to a repairable range, probably because this was the first time she used the spell spirit, so her strength was not properly grasped.

Maqima looked at Gojo Satoru, as if silently asking him what to do, but Gojo Satoru just laughed awkwardly: "Ahahaha, it seems that Maqima has learned to use mantra power!"

"Well, now that we've said all we have to say, let's go!"

Understood, this is going to run away.

Mazima wondered, "Where are you going?"

Gojo Satoru walked out of the ruins in a few steps: "I will take you to buy daily necessities. Moreover, Principal Ye Moth also said that it is inconvenient to live in a college, so let me find you a place to live."

"That's it...then where do I live?" Mazima asked again.

Gojo Goto said without turning his head, "My home."