So You Want to Be a Magical Girl? - Chapter 2

Sariel was an excellent guide.

Over the next three hours, he showed me seven main teaching buildings, six alchemy towers, more than a dozen race-specific halls, and a dining complex so tall I could not see the top.

Even after he took my suitcase halfway through the tour, my legs still went weak with exhaustion.

I finally called a halt. “Let me explore the rest another day. I want to see the dorm first.”

Sariel blinked. Then he noticed the sweat on my forehead and pressed his lips together in dismay.

“My apologies, Student Xie. It has been too long since I visited the human realm. I forgot that human stamina differs from ours.”

How civilized.

Since arriving here, that was by far the politest version of *Humans are so weak* I had heard.

With a snap of his fingers, courteous Sariel teleported us to a detached villa nestled between a mountain and a lake.

At the garden gate stood a crooked wooden sign with **001** carved across it in ornate script.

“You are the academy’s only human. For your safety, the school has assigned you to the detached Dorm 001.

“At present, only three students live here, including me. The other two are rather solitary, so we rarely see one another. If you need anything, come directly to me.”

Wow. A private villa right at the start. Was this how the Savior got treated?

I stared blankly at the luxurious dorm as a thousand thoughts raced through my head. In the end, I asked the question that mattered most.

“If you can teleport, why did we spend three hours walking?”

Sariel bowed his head again, stricken with guilt. “Before you arrived, I consulted several guides. They said humans enjoy taking walks with their friends to relax…”

Before he could finish, the villa door flew open.

I turned instinctively toward the sound. The moment our eyes met, I could not help losing focus.

Sariel’s beauty was proof enough of God’s partiality, but his was an inviolate, sacred loveliness—the kind that made you want to drop to your knees and bow twice.

The person before me was different.

He lounged in a wheelchair studded with gems, the delicate translucent fins beside his ears drooping as listlessly as their owner.

Every languid movement carried an air of nobility. He sat in his wheelchair as if it were a throne, yet the look in his eyes was all languorous temptation. One crook of his finger could have lured a sailor to his death—

“Don’t look into his eyes.” Sariel covered them with one hand. “He is a siren. He can control minds through eye contact.”

“Hah.” A beautiful voice gave a distinctly mocking laugh. “Sariel, spare us your indiscriminate charity. If you truly care about this human, advise her to withdraw.”

Sariel’s voice hardened. “Siren, I understand that you hate the humans who pollute the ocean, but Xie Ying has done no such thing. Do not take your resentment out on her.”

“Take it out on her? What could possibly be good about a human—”

For some reason, Siren swallowed the rest.

Silence held for several seconds. Then Sariel lowered his hand from my eyes.

When I opened them, a grim-faced Siren rose straight out of his wheelchair.

With perfectly nimble legs, he kicked the chair aside, turned, and stalked back into the villa.

Me: “???”

Did someone really use a wheelchair simply because he could not be bothered to walk?

Sariel explained quietly, “Sirens are the rulers of the ocean, and most refuse to leave it. Siren is a rare exception. A few unusual hobbies are only to be expected.”

I understood. Once their feet left the ground, their intelligence could reclaim the high ground.

It was probably some kind of marine survival mechanism.