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MidReal Story
The Werewolf Boy From The Magic World Came To Taiwan
Scenario:### 原世界簡介
在魔法世界「哈爾凱尼亞」，魔法失敗的貴族少女露易絲意外召喚了日本高中生才人作為使魔。經歷冒險後，兩人發現了跨世界旅行的方法。
### 現代台灣篇章：貴族少女的都市生存記
核心設定：一位來自魔法世界的貴族少女，在台灣展開的日常生活冒險。
- **故事主軸：**
- 貴族少女適應現代生活的趣味故事
- 在台灣生活中重新定義自我價值
- 與才人共同建立新的生活方式
### 有趣的文化衝突元素
- 對便利商店、夜市、大眾運輸等台灣特色文化的新奇體驗
- 現代科技使用過程中的趣味誤解
- 貴族禮儀與台灣日常生活的反差
### 故事發展重點
- 從不適應到漸漸愛上台灣生活方式
- 魔法世界朋友來訪帶來的有趣插曲
- 在台灣找到屬於自己的新身分認同
風格建議：以輕鬆幽默的筆調，透過貴族少女的視角，重新審視台灣日常生活的獨特之處。結合魔法元素與現代生活，創造出特別的文化衝突喜劇效果。
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蒂法妮婭
身份：半精靈少女／露易絲的盟友 • 背景：外表溫柔、胸部豐滿，具有治癒魔法能力。因為半精靈身份曾遭受歧視，個性內向但善良。與才人、露易絲等人建立深厚情誼。
塔巴薩
身份：露易絲的同學／好友 • 背景：沉默寡言的少女，專精風屬性魔法。加利亞王國王族，身世坎坷，童年經歷家族政變。平時總是帶著一本書，冷靜理智，實則內心溫柔，與露易絲及丘魯克關係深厚
安麗埃塔
身份：托里斯汀王國女王／露易絲的老朋友 • 背景：水屬性魔法師，溫柔理性，深受子民愛戴。與露易絲自小相識，信任並倚重她。即位後面臨國家危機，展現堅毅果斷的一面
In the beginning, there was a girl.
A noble girl, to be precise.
And this noble girl made a mistake.
She tried to cast a spell and failed miserably, as usual.
But this time, something unexpected happened.
The spell worked.
However, it didn't bring her the desired result.
Instead, it summoned a high school boy from Tokyo.
This high school boy became her familiar and was forced to stay with her.
The familiar, now known as Saito, was initially treated poorly by the noble girl.
Despite this, he remained by her side and even protected her from harm.
Eventually, they fell in love and decided to get married.
Their journey took them from Halkenia, a magical realm, to modern-day Taiwan.
There, they encountered various challenges and funny situations, such as using public transportation and buying snacks from convenience stores.
I stand behind Louise at the 7-11, watching her scrutinize each package like a military strategist planning an invasion.
Her finger traces the colorful wrapper of a chocolate bar, then moves to some spicy crackers.
"What are these strange symbols?" she whispers, squinting at the Chinese characters.
A middle-aged woman squeezes past us, giving Louise's formal dress an odd look.
I reach for a familiar brand of chips, but Louise swats my hand away.
"As your master," she says, completely serious, "I must make this crucial decision."
She holds up a bag of mango-flavored gummy bears with the reverence of selecting a royal decree.
I try not to laugh as she marches to the counter, head held high like she's approaching a throne.
The sleepy cashier barely glances up as Louise carefully counts out NT dollars, still getting used to the different denominations.
She fumbles with the coins, dropping several that roll under the counter.
I move to help, but she shoots me a warning glare.
With a huff, she crouches down and retrieves the coins herself.
We exit the 7-11, Louise's arms loaded with an assortment of snacks.
She insists on carrying them all, refusing my help with a stubborn shake of her head.
We walk to a nearby park, where she settles on a bench and eagerly opens the mango gummy bears.
I sit beside her, watching as she carefully unwraps each piece and savors it like it's a rare delicacy.
"Mmm," she says, closing her eyes in bliss.
"Your world has some delightful treats."
I smile, remembering my own first encounters with Taiwanese snacks.
"You might want to pace yourself," I suggest gently.
"Too much junk food isn't good for you."
Louise pouts but nods, understanding the wisdom behind my words.
As the sun sets behind us, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I realize that this moment, simple yet profound, is where our worlds truly meet.
I sit at my cramped desk in our small apartment, surrounded by open textbooks and circuit diagrams.
Louise peeks over my shoulder, her brow furrowed as she tries to decipher the complex equations scattered across my homework.
"Your world is full of such strange symbols," she whispers, her breath tickling the back of my neck.
I chuckle, reaching for a pen to correct a mistake in my calculations.
"It's just math, Louise. Not magic."
She huffs playfully, her hand brushing against mine.
"I think it's more magical than you admit."
My phone buzzes on the desk, pulling our attention away from the homework.
I glance down and see a notification about an upcoming part-time job interview at a local semiconductor company.
I've been applying to various positions to help support us financially while I finish school.
Louise straightens up, her expression serious as she reads the notification over my shoulder.
"You must prepare," she says, determination in her voice.
She reaches for my collar, smoothing out the wrinkles with a motherly touch.
"And you must look your best."
I stand up, allowing her to fuss over me.
She attempts to tie my necktie, but her fingers fumble with the unfamiliar modern accessory.
I gently take over, guiding her hands through the motions. "Like this," I explain patiently, showing her how to form the knot.
Her eyes widen as she watches intently, trying to memorize each step of the process.
"You make it look so easy," she says, admiration in her voice.
I smile, adjusting the tie one last time before stepping back to admire our handiwork in the mirror.
"You're a natural," I reassure her.
"Now, let's go. The interview is just around the corner."
As we exit our apartment and make our way through the bustling streets of Taipei, Louise keeps a watchful eye on me like a guardian angel.
As we approach the company building, she suddenly stops and grabs my arm.
"Saito," she says, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves, "what if they ask about your magical abilities?"
I chuckle softly, shaking my head. "Louise, they want an engineer, not a wizard."
I stand with Louise outside the gleaming glass tower of the semiconductor company, my hands slightly trembling as I check my documents one final time.
She fusses with my suit jacket, muttering noble etiquette tips that have no relevance here.
When I try to enter, she grabs my sleeve, her eyes sparkling with determination.
"One more thing," she says, her voice filled with conviction.
"A quick confidence enhancement spell. It can't hurt."
Before I can stop her, she waves her wand discreetly behind my back.
A small explosion erupts, singeing the ends of my carefully combed hair.
Mortified, I quickly pat down the smoke while Louise looks on apologetically.
"Oh dear," she whispers, reaching for a handkerchief in her bag.
"I forgot about the modern world's aversion to magic."
I take the handkerchief from her and attempt to fix my appearance while she nervously fidgets beside me.
"Are you alright?"
Louise asks, concern etched on her face.
"I'm fine," I assure her, forcing a smile.
"Just a minor setback."
She looks uncertain but nods in understanding.
I approach the sleek glass reception desk, trying my best to ignore the lingering smell of smoke in my hair.
The receptionist, a poised young woman with perfectly styled hair, glances up from her computer.
Her eyes widen slightly as they take in my singed appearance, but she quickly composes herself.
"Good morning," she says, her voice professional.
"How may I assist you?"
I straighten my tie one last time and clear my throat.
"Good morning. I'm here for the part-time engineer interview."
Behind me, through the glass doors, I see Louise pressing her face against the window, her mouth moving as she silently mouths words of encouragement.
I hand over my resume and state my name clearly.
The receptionist types something into her computer before picking up the phone to notify the interviewer.
A few minutes pass, and then she gestures toward a row of modern leather chairs along the wall.
"Please have a seat. They will be with you shortly."
I nod in gratitude and make my way to one of the chairs.
As I sit down, I can't help but glance back at Louise outside.
She gives me a thumbs-up, her eyes full of unwavering support.
"Remember," she mouths, "you've got this."
I nod, feeling a surge of confidence despite the lingering scent of burnt hair.
I exit the interview room with slumped shoulders, my singed hair still carrying the acrid smell of smoke.
The interviewer's raised eyebrows and subtle nose wrinkles told me everything I needed to know.
As I enter the lobby, Louise jumps up from her seat, her eyes wide with anticipation.
She rushes toward me, but stops short when she sees my expression.
Her face falls, and she starts fidgeting with her wand guiltily.
Before she can apologize again or blame herself, I straighten my burnt tie, flash a confident grin, and declare loudly enough for nearby staff to hear, "Such an unrefined company clearly lacks the vision to recognize true talent."
Louise's eyes widen in surprise at my audacity, but she quickly recovers.
"Indeed," she agrees, matching my volume.
"They're missing out on a genius."
We exit the building, and as we walk away, I can feel the weight of her gaze on me.
When we're far enough from prying eyes, she turns to me with concern.
"Are you alright?"
I sigh and run a hand through my hair, wincing when I touch the singed ends.
"It's not just this one," I admit.
"I've had three interviews this week, all ending the same."
She frowns.
"But you're so qualified. What are they saying?"
I pull out my phone and show her the rejection emails from various tech companies.
Each one mentions my "unprofessional appearance" or "concerning incidents" during interviews.
She scans them, her expression growing more disheartened with each one.
"I don't understand," she says, shaking her head.
"You're a brilliant engineer. You deserve so much better."
I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant despite the disappointment gnawing at me.
"It's fine. I'll find something eventually."
She looks at me skeptically but doesn't press the issue further.
We walk in silence for a while until we reach our small apartment.
As we enter, she lingers by the door while I head to our tiny kitchen table and open my laptop.
Before I can even start typing, she appears beside me, her wand discreetly hidden behind her back. "What are you doing?" she asks cautiously.
I glance up at her and offer a reassuring smile.
"Just looking for some job listings."
She nods, though her eyes remain watchful as she hovers nearby.
I open a job search website and begin scrolling through various listings in our area.
Louise watches intently as I click on different positions—data analyst, software developer, marketing specialist—but none seem to pique my interest.
Then I come across a listing that catches my eye: 7-11 Night Shift Cashier Wanted.
I click on it and start reading through the requirements.
Louise leans in closer, her eyes scanning the page over my shoulder.
"A convenience store job?" she whispers incredulously.
"You can't be serious."
I turn to face her, meeting her concerned gaze with a mix of determination and resignation.
"It's better than nothing," I explain quietly.
"And it pays the bills."
It's 2 AM, and I'm standing behind the 7-11 counter, methodically restocking the onigiri display.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast an artificial glow, making the rows of snacks and drinks seem more vibrant than they truly are.
My eyes flicker between the clock on the wall and the coffee machine in the corner, its gurgling sounds a constant reminder of my responsibilities.
As I finish arranging the onigiri, a bell above the door jingles, signaling the arrival of a customer.
I turn to see a disheveled man stumbling in, his clothes reeking of alcohol.
He staggers up to the counter and slurs his order: "F-fried chicken."
I nod and start preparing his order, carefully placing pieces of chicken into the fryer basket.
The man leans against the counter, his eyes half-closed as he watches me work.
Just as I'm about to lower the basket into the oil, the doorbell jingles again.
I glance up to see Louise walking in, her long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and her noble attire replaced with a casual t-shirt and jeans.
She approaches me with a determined look in her eyes and places a book on the counter—a convenience store manual she borrowed from our apartment's library. "I've come to help you," she declares, her voice filled with conviction.
"I've studied this manual extensively. I know all about perfecting fried chicken."
I raise an eyebrow at her unexpected appearance but appreciate any assistance I can get.
"Thanks," I say gratefully as I lower the basket into the hot oil.
Louise opens the manual and begins reading aloud in her formal noble tone, "To achieve perfect fried chicken, one must ensure that the oil reaches an optimal temperature of 180 degrees Celsius."
She glances up at me expectantly.
"Is that correct?"
I nod and adjust the fryer's temperature accordingly.
As we wait for the chicken to cook, Louise continues reading from the manual, offering tips on everything from breading techniques to presentation styles.
Her dedication is admirable, even if some of her suggestions seem impractical for a convenience store setting. The timer goes off, signaling that the chicken is done.
I carefully lift it out of the oil and place it on a paper towel-lined plate to drain excess grease.
But as I examine the pieces, I notice that they're slightly burnt on one side.
Louise notices my disappointment and takes matters into her own hands.
"Perhaps a touch of magic could remedy this," she suggests, her wand already in hand.
I hesitate, glancing at the security cameras. "Are you sure that's a good idea here?"
She winks and whispers, "Just a little enchantment—no one will notice."
I lunge forward to grab her wand, but she's already waving it in a circular motion, muttering an enchantment under her breath.
The fluorescent lights flicker slightly as magical energy builds up around us.
I try shouting "Wait!" while reaching for the tray of burnt chicken, but Louise is too fast.
With a flourish of her wand, she completes the spell, proclaiming, "Perfectio!"
A small explosion rocks the counter, sending pieces of burnt chicken flying in all directions.
The security camera crackles with static, and the drunk customer stares at us wide-eyed.
I rush to the storage room and grab a mop and some cleaning supplies.
As I hurry back, I mutter quick apologies to the stunned customer.
Louise follows me, her face red with embarrassment.
"I can help clean this up," she insists, her voice filled with determination.
I hand her the mop, and she stares at it as if it's an alien artifact.
"You've never used a mop before?" she asks in disbelief.
She shakes her head, her ponytail swaying behind her.
"In the palace, we have enchanted brooms for such tasks."
I sigh and demonstrate the proper mopping technique, showing her how to dip the head into the bucket of soapy water and then wring it out before applying it to the floor.
She watches intently, mimicking my movements as if performing a complex dance routine. The drunk customer, instead of complaining about the mess, starts laughing uncontrollably.
"This is the most entertaining convenience store visit I've ever had," he chuckles, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Can I help pick up some of that chicken? I'm starving!"
I glance at the security camera, relieved to see that its red light is still blinking erratically.
Hopefully, whatever Louise did will prevent any evidence of magic from being recorded.
As we clean up, Louise whispers to me, "I didn't mean for that to happen. I just wanted to help."
I nod, trying to reassure her. "I know, but we have to be more careful. Magic and mops don't mix well here."
She gives a small smile, her eyes softening. "I'll remember that next time."