Magic, in a sense, is miracle and chaos. If it can be replicated and broken down into logical pieces it's not magic.

The beginning First changed everything.

The following Second acknowledged many.

The resulting Third showed the future.

The linking Fourth concealed itself.

And the final Fifth had already lost its meaning.

Such power of the True Magic...

Chapter 1:

When he had decided to take his leave back to the World, he had never expected to arrive in the middle of a fight, a war, an invasion, a conflict or whatever the hell it was. Basically, people around him threw themselves in a bloody fight and trying to kill each other for Root knows kind of reason. Probably by the order of those wankers sitting up high.

But what surprised him more was the fact that war was being fought with magecraft and what he assumed Mystic Codes as weapons. Just thinking whether those eggheads of the bloody Mage Association, Gaia, Alaya or Kischur motherfucking Zelrect Schweinorg had a hand in this mess or not caused an agonizing migraine forming in his head.

But despite all of those, he found it was quite hilarious to be honest. Hearing how people kept calling these magecraft as magic nearly made him laugh out loud. Oh whether it was the humanity's ignorance or there was an invisible force's doing, he guessed he should feel thankful then.

After all, there was a reason why great powers needed to be restrained. And with a species that loved to play God, it was a good measure to prevent humanity from destroying the Earth and themselves too soon. With only magecraft, the fight he happened to see here was already chaotic beyond control. What if it hadn't been magecraft, but the True Magic had been being used?

It was such an unpleasant scenario that he didn't want to imagine.

Oh well, since he was in a bloody conflict, he guessed he should do something, no? Standing here like an idiot would be unproductive and boring.

Putting two fingers between his lips, a loud whistle that soon was easily drown by the sound of the battlefield still managed reached his ears. Within a few second, his signal was answered by the appearance of an unsightly monstrous white wolf appeared, standing in front of him protectively like a loyal dog. Its golden eyes filled with immense bloodlust as its sheer aura of something primal that was far beyond the understanding of humanity could effortlessly make any living being felt like they were standing in front of Death itself.

"Primy, can you please be a good boy and clear a path for me toward that direction?" he crouched down and affectionately patted the white beast's head as it happily licked his face. For such a demonic looking beast, its fur was strangely soft like terrycloth "And please, spare anyone who bares no malice or ill intention, okay?"

With a murderous howl that shook every single living being on the battlefield with terror, 'Primy' or usually known as Primate Murder, the very same beast that had 'absolute right of killing over man' took off toward the direction he had pointed and started carving a clear yet bloody path with a mighty power that was worthy of the White Beast of Calamity.

Shaking his head slightly at his friend's enthusiasm toward shedding human blood, he rummaged through his chest pocket until he found an odd looking music player. Now which song should he choose...

However, before he could decide, his eyes caught a truly strange scene: Near a bunch of lifeless corpses, a red spider lily was still blooming even though the leaves fully appeared. What was this flower trying to foreshadowing?

A miracle?

Or an impossibility that could never be achieved?

Perhaps this world was more interesting than he had anticipated...

With that thought in mind, he pressed the 'play' button and leisurely followed the path Primy had cleared for him as the music helped him ignore the chaos around him.

Nozomu mono wa nido to modoranu/ The things we want are the things that shall never return

Towa ni kawaranu yo no kotowari/ such is the rule forever governing this world we live in.

Toukyou to iu machi wa kurushiku/ This city of Tokyo is such a suffocating place,

hitori namida mo dezu/ I can't even shed a tear, even in my solitude.

Heh, perhaps he should crash in Izu sometimes. He just hope it was still beautiful like the last time he had been there...

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

Ugh... What the hell... Oh, that dream again. Damn, for some unknown reasons he had been reminiscing the time back then lately. Was he becoming an old geezer and having a 'rambling' tendency?

Well, technically he was about more than 100 years old but hey, his body and mind were still young and energetic like any other nineteen years old young man. And that was what counted, bawahahahahaha!

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

But then again, why did we people always feel so nostalgic about the past? Was it because we knew that the time of the future was limited, so we looked back at the past, at moments where we thought time could go on forever?

Perhaps.

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

Reaching toward his alarm clock, he silenced its annoying sound with a flick. However, since he didn't entirely get out of his sleepy state, he accidently put too much force and broke the alarm clock into pieces.

"Ah damn." He muttered. He had totally forgotten to use the Fourth on the alarm clock. With a casual wave of his right hand as a soft melody that only he could hear echoed in his mind, the broken clock along with its scraps immediately disappeared with another alarm clock looking identical the old one replaced it.

'... And done!' he mentally chuckled after giving the new clock a testing flick. No worry about breaking it anymore!

"Fou!"

A cute white soft fluffy creature jumped onto his bed and snapped him out of his thought with its yip.

"All right, all right, I'm out of the bed now, Primy." Came his chuckle as he gently stroke his buddy's rabbit-liked ears. He was thankful that Orimy could turn into his Cath Palug form in this world or else, the rumor of a monstrous demonic white beast that effortlessly destroyed anything in its path from both sides, which included a huge number of the Great Asian Union Fleet, in the Okinawa Invasion back then would stop Primy from staying here with him.

Anyway, time for a new day. The garden as well as the trees of the First High wouldn't maintain its beauty by themselves after all.

If only his work didn't start at 4 a.m...

Red.

All she could see now was red.

Was she dying?

She had done all see could to protect themselves, yet it wasn't enough.

The terrified and agonizing screams surrounded her, but she didn't care anymore. The images of her family flashed through her mind like a slow motion video. All of those memories, both the happy ones and the sad ones...

Yume no youna izu no omoide/ Such are my memories of Izu, as unreal as a dream.

A strange sound of music, she thought. Was it the sound of death finally came and claim her? And what was the wet thing kept rubbing on her face?

"Huh, Primy seems like you very much." A strong, clear and earnest-sounding male voice reached her ears "Civilian casualty?"

Osanai no wa boku datta/ It turned out that I was the one who was the child,

Using all of her remaining strength, she tried to look at the owner of the voice but all she managed to see was a dark brown suit with sky blue tie and a fedora hat concealed the upper part of the person's face.

A strange inhuman howl came as if to answer the newcomer's question

Sayonara mo tsutaerarezu ni/ And time is simply passing by

"No worry, Primy. Even if you didn't want, I would heal her regardless." A mirthful chuckle as the stranger took out something from one of his pant pockets and crouched down to her.

"This is your second life..." he felt his hand was on her chest as glimses of blue light escaped from his hand "Cherish it and live to the fullest, okay?"

A soothing sensation gradually spreaded all over her body as she could feel all her wounds slowly disappeared as if they never existed in the first place

Toki ga tada sugiteku/ while I couldn't even say goodbye.

"Now the other two..." the stranger trailed off as he stood up from his position.

She tried to speak yet no sound could come out of her throat. All she could do was trying to reach forward the stranger with her hand before a warm feeling of safety engulfed her like a blanket and everything around her faded to black.

Snapping her eyes opened, the first thing Shiba Miyuki saw was the darkness in her room as her right hand was reaching toward the ceiling, as if trying to grasp the image of her unknown savior that had given not only her but also her mother and Honami a second life.

Putting her hand on her chest, Miyuki let out a longing sigh as the tip of her fingers touched the blue pentagram sapphire attached to a simple necklace under the fabric of her sleepwear. The blue jewel along with two more identical jewels left behind on her's, her mother's and Honami's chest was one of the two proofs proving what she had experienced was not a dream.

Turning her head to the clock only to find that it was only 4 a.m, which mean two more hours until the training time with her Onii-san and Kokonoe Yakumo before spending her first day as a freshman student of the First High. Getting out of her bed, she quietly approached the clothes closet and took out the other proof and also one of her two most treasured possessions, a dark old suit blazer with a very beautiful lapel pin on the left lapel that she made sure was preserved in perfect condition since the invasion three years ago. Even though there was a small old bloodstain that couldn't be washed away, she was still okay with it. Said bloodstain along with the blazer and the jewels were precious mementos the long black hair girl had of her savior.

Falling back into the bed, Miyuki cuddled the blazer lovingly and felt the blazer fabric touched her smooth skin. Even though the pleasant scent of red spider lily as well as the warm feeling had already disappeared long ago, she could still feel the strange aura of safety everytime she tenderly held it in her arms.

"Savior-sama..." with a blushing face, Miyuki buried her face almost childishly into the blazer as she took a sniff from it, letting the safe sensation cover her before falling into the embrace of the dreamland, where she continued to chase after her unknown savior before she was left behind.

"Ah... Ah... Um... Hero-sama~... Ah..."

In the room next to Miyuki's, wanton moans were echoed in the room as the young woman with short violet hair lied in her bed, her bed sheet was drenched with sweat and female juices while her hands were touching herself in 'inappropriate' places. If her room wasn't under the silencing spell, her moan would be heard through the house.

"Ah... Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!"

When her release finally came to a stop, Honami tiredly raised her hand up and held her most precious treasure tightly. An outsider might think it was just a broken blue sapphire attached to a simple necklace but to her, it was a proof that she had been saved not once but twice by her hero. Her eyes was glazed with lustful pleasure as a memory resurfaced in her mind

'You seem like a soldier yet I feel there are chains holding you back... Live... to break free of those chains and choose your own way to live, okay?'

A blissful smile appeared on her face as Honami muttered quietly before entering the dreamland where her adored hero held her with his strong arms.

"I will, Hero-sama... I will..."

(End chapter)

Author's note: ～(￣▽￣～) Another plot bunny. I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter Huehuehue. (～￣▽￣)～ Anyway, the 'Magic, in a sense, is chaos. If it can be broken down into logical pieces it's not magic.' phrase belongs to my lovely friend and fellow author, Solita Belle. If you like Doctor Who, don't be shy to checkout her splendid story "A second chance for us". While this story most likely will have harem pairings but the single pairing will still remains as an option so... let's see where my muse will lead me to.

Finally, please read and review!