Shoujo Grand SummoningShoujo Grand Summoning
Isekai Metropolis...
In the streets filled with buildings from different ages and different architectural designs, thousands of identical ladies went about their businesses. They looked identical in appearance, height, and figure.
Birds flew in the air, happily chirping as their presence gave the city a vibrant vibe.
Although the sun hung up in the sky, none of the clones broke a sweat.
The whole city is like an advanced technological city.
At least, whether it be the sun, the moon, or the stars, the temperature wouldn't change much. The city can control its temperature and ensure the environment is perfect for human living.
With the temperature and weather being irrelevant to outings and other events, the Misaka sisters walked on the streets without a care.
In the building known as the Heart of the Metropolis, two ladies gazed down at the scenic city with blank expressions.
"The street."
Mikoto mumbled.
"Looks rowdy."
Hinagiku nodded.
"Right."
"The sisters..."
Mikoto mumbled.
"They look like they're having fun."
Hinagiku nodded again.
"Yeap."
"The shops."
Mikoto mumbled again.
"Looks like they imported some good stuff."
Hinagiku nodded like a person who just woken up.
"Yes."
Hinagiku and Mikoto exchanged looks before sighing.
"The streets are there and the shops are there..."
Mikoto grabbed her head as if she were in pain.
"Why must we be cooped up here?"
Hinagiku twitched her eyes.
"You don't know the reason?"
Mikoto stayed silent.
They tried but they were scammed out of their literal clothes and they had to run back here in their birthday suits.
After being traumatized by them, both of them would rather die than risk another trip outside.
No, they're good staying here rather than go out.
"Ahhh!"
Mikoto yelled like a frustrated person.
"Why aren't they out from the lake yet? It's so boring with just the two of us here!"
"Yukari too! Why is she napping when the sun is so bright outside."
Hinagiku also chimed in.
"She could have given us some tips to stave off boredom instead of napping."
Yakumo Yukari is a youkai, she likes to sleep in the day and operate at night.
Maybe if it's late she would hang out with Hinagiku and Mikoto.
However, she enjoys touring the city, spying on the sisters at night, and doing her own things.
Mikoto and Hinagiku are the ones who look like they need to touch some grass when compared to her.
"Eh..."
They sighed.
Vrmm
Space expanded as something appeared in the room.
Mikoto and Hinagiku perked up their ears before looking at the anomaly.
1 man and 2 women returned in a flash.
The guy had red eyes and black attire.
Meanwhile, the ladies looked like angels who wore knight dresses. Their beauty is divine and angelic.
Hinagiku and Mikoto called out to them.
"Yan! Ikaros! Astrea!"
Wu Yan, Ikaros, and Astrea returned from Unbreakable Machine Doll world.
Kanon, Nagisa, and Natsuki returned to Wu Yan as his vassal beasts.
Wu Yan, Astrea, and Ikaros turned to them.
"Yo!"
Wu Yan cheekily replied.
"We're back!"
"Ikaros!"
"Astrea!"
Instead, the ladies tackled Ikaros and Astrea. They glomped them.
"You ladies are back!"
The angelic ladies received passionate hugs with slight looks of confusion.
Wu Yan froze up in his greeting pose.
Huh? What is this? Sisterly love?
Why am I the only one left out?
Wu Yan turned around and smiled at the ladies again. Maybe they missed him or something.
"Hinagiku, Mikoto, I'm back~"
He made sure they could hear him.
"Oh."
Hinagiku and Mikoto replied tersely before pulling Astrea and Ikaros along.
"Let's go play some games, we are bored!"
"Ikaros made a gaming console last time didn't she? We should totally try it out now!"
"Heck yeah! Let's go!!!"
"Lesgo!"
Wu Yan's face turned from red, green, white, and finally black. His ladies ignored him blatantly.
"You..."
Wu Yan growled.
"What is this? Rebellion?"
"Shut it!"
Hinagiku and Mikoto stared back.
"You don't understand our boredom!"
"Boredom?"
Wu Yan was stunned.
"Hmph."
Hinagiku and Mikoto snorted before leaving with the angelic ladies in tow.
Wu Yan was the only one left in the room.
He looked miserable like a used rag cloth.