Volume 7
Chapter 13
When Nozomu and the others arrived at the Francilt mansion, the first thing they were offered was a bath.
It was a welcome offer
for Nozomu and the others; since they had been training in the forest until
just before, their bodies were quite dirty with sweat and dirt.
However, they couldn't
relax in the large bathhouse, which seemed big enough to fit an entire house,
and the three of them—Nozomu, Tom, and Mars—just soaked themselves timidly at
the edge of the huge bathtub, fidgeting the whole time.
The only one who was
having fun was Feo, who couldn't read the room.
The surprises didn't
end there.
When they got out of
the bath, they were then dressed in dinner attire by a number of maids.
What had been prepared
for Nozomu and the others were tuxedos that would be acceptable even in high
society.
To be frank, it was
such an expensive item that Nozomu and the others couldn't have afforded even a
single button with their income. And for some reason, they had been tailored to
fit everyone's body perfectly.
When in the world had
they been made?
While feeling a little
perplexed by the formal wear he was wearing for the first time, Nozomu was
surprised by the audacity of the Francilt family for giving such expensive
clothes to students who were commoners.
But what made him most
nervous was being surrounded by about 10 maids the moment he stepped out of the
bathroom.
They themselves had
calmly said things like, "We have come to assist with your attire and
care," but for Nozomu, it was unbearable.
Mars and the others
were also in a panic at this public display of shame.
Nozomu and the others,
who had resisted desperately out of embarrassment, ended up being dressed one
after another. To be honest, they were more exhausted than in their mock battle
with Jihad.
After they were
dressed, Nozomu and the others were guided to the dining room.
The place where
Somia's birthday party had been held before. In the ridiculously large dining
room, Victor was sitting alone at a long table that seemed to be only for
parties, waiting for them.
"So you've come.
Umu, it suits you quite well."
"Umm, is this
really okay? To have such clothes prepared for us..."
"Don't mind it.
It is the host's duty to entertain their guests."
Nozomu was humbled at
being provided with clothes that were expensive even to a layman's eye, but
Victor didn't seem to mind at all.
"And besides,
whether it's clothes or accessories, you should have at least one good item. It
will be necessary in a pinch."
"No, I don't
think I'll ever have such an opportunity..."
In high society, the
quality of one's clothing and accessories represents the value of the person
wearing them.
It is a tool for
fighting in the battlefield known as high society, and for a nobleman, it is
probably the same as a knight's armor.
However, for Nozomu,
such an expensive item was by no means something he could afford.
"Well, it's not
like it has to be right away. After you graduate from this academy and make a
name for yourself where you go, you will understand it whether you like it or
not."
"I see..."
Indeed, for a famous
person, items that adorn oneself are a kind of status. However, Nozomu, who had
little sense of reality about things after graduation, could only give a
listless reply.
But Nozomu couldn't
help but feel a strange implication in Victor's words.
"Irisdina and the
others aren't here yet..."
"Ladies take time
to prepare."
It seemed that
Irisdina and the others' preparations were taking quite some time, but Victor
didn't seem to mind at all and was staring at the crackling flames in front of
the fireplace.
"It's a rare
opportunity. Shall we talk until my daughters' preparations are complete? There
are a few things I would like to ask you as well."
"Things you want
to ask... What are they?"
"Nothing, I just
want to hear how my daughters were doing in this city. As you can see, I am,
after all, their parent."
"I understand."
Victor was waiting for
Nozomu's words, with a smile on his aged, stern face.
"Let's see...
Irisdina-sama's written grades and her swordsmanship are both top class in our
year. Although her magic is blessed by her ability, she is by no means arrogant
about it. In fact, her magic is a cut above the students who use chant-based or
formation-based magic.
She has many fans, and
she's been confessed to more than once or twice.
She is very reliable,
and although she can be strict at times, she always follows up properly, so she
is also admired by her underclassmen. Well, she does lose her composure a
little when it comes to Somia-chan, though..."
Victor was nodding as
he listened to Nozomu's story.
"As for
Somia-cha... Somilliana-sama, her school building is different, so I don't know
how she is in class, but she is a hard-working and good-natured girl, so she
seems to have many close friends. Recently, she seems to be diligently studying
various things at the academy and the library after school, and she seems to be
living a fulfilling school life."
After hearing Nozomu's
story, Victor muttered a single word, "I see...," and then began to
think with his hand on his chin.
Perhaps affected by
Victor's imposing presence, Nozomu was feeling a tingling sensation as if his
whole body were tensing up.
At that moment, Feo,
who was restlessly fidgeting, came into his view.
He was staring at the
dining room door with his eyes shining brightly, like a pet dog that had been
told to wait before a feast.
"Hey, fox-face,
why are you panting so heavily?"
Perhaps concerned by
Feo's state, Mars, who was nearby, called out to him.
Both Mars and Feo were
now dressed in crisp formal wear, just like Nozomu.
The one Mars was
wearing was a white-based tuxedo. His light-colored blond hair was also neatly
styled, giving the impression of a young nobleman.
However, since his
naturally rough way of speaking would leak out the moment he opened his mouth,
he would instantly become a disappointing nobleman.
Feo's attire was a
white tuxedo, the same as Mars's. However, unlike Mars, he was wearing a silver
necklace around his neck.
His build was slender
compared to Mars's, but he by no means gave a weak impression. From the side,
he looked like a capable young merchant.
"Of course! Girls
of that caliber are dressing up, you know. Of course I'm looking forward to
it!"
"As usual, you're
a guy who's thrown away the word 'self-restraint'..."
But even while wearing
such expensive attire, Feo was still Feo. His attitude of always prioritizing
his own entertainment did not change even with his flashy appearance.
Incidentally, Tom's
attire was a black tuxedo, the same as Nozomu's.
When the originally
small Tom wears it, it gives the impression of the clothes wearing him rather
than him wearing the clothes.
Still, since he has a
handsome face that could be called beautiful, it's not that noticeable.
Tom, perhaps affected
by the solemn atmosphere of the Francilt mansion on top of being provided with
noble attire that he was not used to, had been restlessly darting his gaze
around like a squirrel for a while.
"Hey, Nozomu,
you're curious about the outfits of the black-haired princess and Shina and the
others too, right?"
"Hey,
you...!"
Feo, with no sign of
being bothered by Mars's gaze, now put his arm around Nozomu's shoulder and
brought his face as close as he could.
As if it didn't matter
that the high-ranking nobleman Victor was right in front of him, Feo was trying
to drag Nozomu along.
It seemed Feo's
attitude of prioritizing his own fun did not change even in front of Victor.
Nozomu, thinking it
would be rude to Victor, tried to admonish Feo, but before he could, Victor,
with a wry smile, waved his hand and prompted Nozomu.
"You don't have
to mind me. Until my daughters arrive, enjoy chatting with your friends."
"I'm sorry. I'll
just have a word with him."
Since Nozomu, with his
shoulders firmly held, couldn't move properly, he had no choice but to bow his
head slightly.
Feo, as if Nozomu's
anguish didn't matter, pulled Nozomu with even more force. Perhaps he was
excited, as his breathing was quite rough.
"Nozomu, just
listen to me!"
"You know, maybe
you should consider the place and the person a little more..."
At his usual hedonism,
Nozomu was on the verge of letting out a sigh.
However, it would be a
lie to say that he wasn't curious about the splendid appearances of Irisdina, Shina,
and the others. After all, Nozomu was also a healthy young man in the prime of
his youth.
"So, who are you
most looking forward to, Nozomu?"
"Well,
that's..."
However, Nozomu could
not take as blatant an attitude as Feo.
He was originally a
young man with little self-assertion, except when it came to specific people.
He was at a loss for an answer to Feo's straightforward question.
In fact, the girls
that had come to Nozomu's mind in an instant were all beautiful girls of
incomparable beauty.
While Nozomu was at a
loss as to how to answer, Feo was rapidly pushing the conversation forward.
"Don’t give me
that... Don't tell me you're not interested, Nozomu."
"Huh?"
For a moment, Nozomu
couldn't understand Feo's words. A brief silence flowed between the two.
But in that interval
of less than a few seconds, Feo's gaze began to be dyed with a color of
suspicion.
"Don't tell me
you're interested in guys..."
"...I wonder if
this fox wants to be turned into a fur pelt."
What came out of Feo's
mouth were words that Nozomu could by no means overlook.
He instantly grabbed
the throat of the fox-tailed tribe member next to him and began to squeeze it
tightly.
Perhaps because he had
been dragged into the troubles caused by Feo so many times, Nozomu already had
no mercy for the troublemaker in front of him.
"N-Nozomu... the
throat is a no-go."
Nearby, Mars and Tom
were sighing as if to say, "Again," but there was no sign of them
intervening to help.
"Nozomu, forget
the fur. It won't sell."
"Hey, that's
harsh..."
No. Far from stopping
him, Mars was pushing him even further.
"Then... a taxidermy?"
"A taxidermy of a
smug-faced fox... I can only imagine a future where it's sold as a work of art
to a tasteless, newly rich merchant, or gets gnawed on by rats in the back of a
warehouse."
Either way, it was a
future that Feo would rather not have.
"You two, that's
a bit..."
At Nozomu and Mars's
overly merciless words, Tom, who had been listening to the conversation from
the side, let out a wry smile and said a word of admonishment.
However, the fact that
he was not actively trying to stop them could be said to show that Tom had also
been quite influenced by Nozomu and the others.
"...Hypothetically,
if you were to give the taxidermy a title, what would you two name it?"
""There's
only one choice: 'The Fool's End'.""
"...Kyuu~~"
"Ah, he's
out."
Perhaps finally
reaching his limit, the dizzy Feo collapsed to the floor.
Perhaps he had
squeezed his neck a little too hard, as his face was completely pale.
Just at that moment,
the sound of a knock on the dining room door echoed through the dining room.
"The young ladies
have arrived."
Mena, who had opened
the door and appeared, announced that the ladies' preparations were complete.
Since the fainted Feo
would be in the way if he were left as he was, Nozomu leaned his limp body
against a pillar for the time being and slapped his cheeks.
"Hey Feo, wake
up."
"U-Umm. H-Huh?
Why am I here? I thought I was standing in a river or something just
now..."
"W-Well. You're
probably just tired, right? You've been poor recently, and you've been working
a lot at the Ox-Head Pavilion..."
It seemed Feo's soul
had been on the verge of going to a place it shouldn't have.
Nozomu, wondering if
he had gone a little too far, somehow suppressed his twitching cheeks and
equivocated while supporting Feo's shoulder.
"A-And it seems
Irisdina and the others' preparations are done, so we'll probably be able to
eat soon, don't you think?"
"Oh! Really! I
haven't even been able to eat bread crusts recently! I'm going to eat a ton
today~~!"
"What have you
been eating normally...?"
"The weeds and
bugs that grow around here."
"..."
It seemed Feo's life
of extreme poverty had far exceeded Nozomu's imagination.
At Feo's life where he
couldn't even eat black bread, Nozomu was at a loss for words.
"Nozomu, did you
know? If you lick a stone, it can stave off your hunger to some extent, and if
you swallow it, it's quite filling..."
A single tear
glittered on the eyelid of Feo, who was recounting his life of extreme poverty
in a raspy voice. His golden tail was also hanging limply and had flopped onto
the floor.
He himself had had
some tough experiences in the forest, but he had never been so poor as to eat
stones.
To think that he had
been living such a harsh dietary life was too pitiful.
While holding back the
tears that were welling up from his compassion, Nozomu patted the shoulder of
the hanging-headed Feo.
"...I'll treat
you to lunch tomorrow."
"...Yeah."
I'll be a little
kinder to him from now on. While thinking so, Nozomu patted the head of the
hanging-headed Feo.
At the sight of his
classmate who was nodding slightly while being patted next to him, Nozomu felt
as if his heart had become a little calmer.
At that moment, the
dining room door was opened with a creak.
It seemed Irisdina and
the others had arrived.
Nozomu raised his face
while patting the head of the hanging-headed Feo next to him. At that moment, a
brightly colored flower bloomed before Nozomu's eyes.
"Uwah..."
"Hohou..."
Cries of admiration
escaped from the men present.
The first flower that
jumped into Nozomu and the others' eyes was Somia, dressed in a pink dress.
The moment the door
was opened, she cheerfully jumped into the dining room.
The one Somia was
wearing was a soft dress with plenty of cute frills. The bright pink attire
completely covered her from her shoulders to her hands, and there was almost no
skin exposure.
"Fufu, good
evening, Nozomu-san! What do you think!?"
Somia, who had run
over to Nozomu, smiled brightly and did a twirl. In time with her turn, her
soft dress floated up gently.
On her head, she was
wearing a brightly colored flower crown made of artificial flowers of the same
pink color as her dress, which further enhanced the charm of Somia, whose smile
was as bright as the sun.
"Yeah, you look
very cute. It suits your atmosphere very well, Somia-chan."
"...Ehehe. Thank
you! You also look great, Nozomu-san."
At Somia, who was
smiling a cute smile that was not inferior to her gorgeous dress, Nozomu's
cheeks also naturally relaxed.
Nozomu and Somia,
smiling at each other. At that moment, someone's shadow quietly entered the
corner of Nozomu's vision.
"Ah, Shina-san."
"Shina...
huh?"
At Somia's words, who
had turned around, Nozomu quickly raised his face, and this time, a clear blue
spring appeared before Nozomu's eyes.
The one Shina was
wearing was a blue-based dress. Her skirt was short, up to her knees, and from
within it, her slender white legs extended beautifully.
Her long blue hair was
tied up with a hair clip adorned with a white artificial flower, and her pure
white nape was exposed.
The dress, with a
modest chest and yet made without compromising her body line, brought out the
charm of Shina, who was not a human, to the fullest.
And as if to hide her
short skirt, a long, translucent shawl and a see-through skirt that extended
from her shoulders to her waist further enhanced her fantastical atmosphere.
It was not something
that emphasized cuteness like Somia's, but a dress that gave a feeling of
purity and innocence.
Faced with such a
fantastical Shina, Nozomu was at a loss for words and was captivated.
"Wh-What is it...
If you have something to say, say it."
"Ah, ah... Well,
um..."
Spoken to by the shyly
blushing Shina, Nozomu finally came to his senses, but no proper words came out
of his mouth.
"You look just
like... a fairy."
"Wh-What's that?
I'm originally from the fairy race, though..."
"No, that's not
it, I just thought it suits you very well..."
"!"
At Nozomu's sincere
and unfeigned voice of admiration, Shina's crimson-dyed white skin turned even
redder.
For a while, a
bittersweet silence flowed between Nozomu and Shina. Shina was shyly fidgeting
with her hands, and Nozomu also couldn't take his eyes off her appearance,
which he didn't usually see.
"Auuuuu..."
"Hey Tima, stop
hiding over there."
Nozomu and Shina, who
had been blushing and had fallen silent, but they looked at each other with a
start at the voice that had suddenly come from the hallway.
The other side of the
dining room door was getting noisy for some reason. From the voices, it seemed
to be Irisdina and Tima.
Nozomu tilted his
head, wondering what was going on.
"Ah, Tima-san was
still at it..."
Shina, who had been
fidgeting until just before, seemed to have sensed something, as she put her
hand to her forehead and let out a small sigh. Somia also seemed to understand
the situation, as she was letting out a wry laugh.
The men, who had no
idea what was going on, were blinking their eyes, but in the meantime, the
exchange between Tima and Irisdina was continuing.
"B-But, this
dress..."
"It suits you
well, so there's no problem. Come on, everyone's waiting."
"Well, it's not
just that Timacchi is embarrassed to be seen by everyone, it's that she's even
more embarrassed to be seen by a certain 'specific boy,' isn't it~"
"Fuwaaaaaah~~!"
"Mimuru-kun..."
"Oops, my
apologies~~"
It seemed that not
only Tima and Irisdina but also Mimuru were involved in something.
"Impossible,
impossible, impossible! It's impossible~~!"
"Jeez, it can't
be helped..."
"Ah! Ai, that's
not fair! Let me go~~!"
Along with Irisdina's
exasperated words, Tima's high-pitched scream echoed.
It seemed both of them
were quite heated. No, Irisdina seemed more exasperated.
"Come on, just
make up your mind already."
"Uuuuuuh..."
After a while of
exchanging words, Tima seemed to have given in, and she appeared in the dining
room, being dragged by the arm by Irisdina. Behind her was the figure of
Mimuru, with a grinning, knowing smile.
"Uwah..."
"Th-This was
unexpected for me too..."
The men who witnessed
the two let out cries of admiration.
Irisdina, dressed in a
black-based dress like the moonlit night. And Tima, wearing a verdant dress
like a life-filled meadow. Mimuru, who was following behind the two, was also
wearing a crimson dress with a slit and was walking towards Nozomu and the
others.
Unlike Somia's and Shina's,
the attire of the three was a dress that suited the word "alluring."
A widely open back, a
boldly open chest. All of it gave the viewers a completely different impression
from the usual.
"Uuuuuuh... Ai,
at least, at least let me wear something over it~~!"
Tima's dress had
frills here and there on the skirt, and it gave a soft impression, the same as
Somia's.
However, her upper
body was completely exposed from her shoulders to her chest, and her
surprisingly large twin hills were emphasized as much as possible.
She was wearing green
gloves that matched her dress on her hands, and it was a dress so sexy that it
was unimaginable from her, who was usually quiet and reserved.
However, the
verdant-colored dress did not feel lewd at all. It was an exquisite design that
gave an image of being in between a girl and an adult.
"Hey Mars-kun,
why don't you say something too?"
Tima, who had been
brought in by the hand by Irisdina, was pushed forward.
Ahead of her was Mars,
dressed in white formal wear. But he was completely frozen like a stone statue
with his mouth agape, and there was no reaction at all.
But as his thoughts
finally caught up, a crimson color gradually spread across his stern face.
"W-Well... I-I
also think it suits you, you know..."
"!"
"Ah, hey!"
Tima, who was spoken
to by Mars, ran off at full speed and hid behind a curtain.
Mars, who had rushed
over in a panic, was saying something, but the curtain, which was bulging in a
human shape, was just trembling.
It seemed she was so
embarrassed to be seen by Mars in her current state.
"Good grief, it
seems it will take a little more time for Tima to calm down."
"Ah-ahahaha,
Iris. Good work."
"Fufu, thank you,
Nozomu."
Nozomu praised
Irisdina, who had put her hand to her forehead as if to say it couldn't be
helped.
From Tima's state, it
was certain that she had had a considerable struggle from the stage of putting
on the dress.
"So... how do I
look?"
Irisdina once again
presented her dress-clad body in front of Nozomu, as if to ask for his opinion.
A black party dress
that matched her black hair well. Her back was boldly open, and although not as
much as Tima's, her chest was also properly emphasized, and her ample bosom was
pushing up the thin fabric.
Her back was boldly
open, and when she turned her body to the side, her pure white back was peeking
out.
A flowing long skirt
with no frills whatsoever.
A hair ornament in the
shape of a black rose adorned her smoothly flowing black hair, further
emphasizing her allure.
Although there was
nothing that emphasized cuteness like frills, as in Somia's case, it was an
attire that pursued beauty to the fullest.
Combined with the
figure of the straight-backed Irisdina, it was so charming that it was
reminiscent of a goddess.
"Ugh..."
"...Does it not
suit me?"
Nozomu, overwhelmed,
had fallen silent. A color of anxiety mixed into Irisdina's voice.
"No, no, no! It's
the opposite! Um... I think you look very beautiful..."
"! Fufu, I'm
glad. I was a little embarrassed, but it was worth the adventure..."
When Nozomu hurriedly
denied it, Irisdina's face lit up.
A smile, from which
relief and happiness truly radiated from the bottom of her heart, shone on the
black dress like the moon in the night sky.
"Now then, with
the ladies' preparations also complete, shall we begin the meal?"
Prompted by Victor's
words, Nozomu and the others sat down in their respective seats.
Tima, who had been
hiding behind the curtain, was also prompted by Mars and timidly appeared.
However, perhaps her
shyness had not yet subsided, as she was still hiding her body at the edge of
the curtain with her face bright red.
At this rate, they
would get nowhere. A maid had to hand Tima a stole that matched her dress, and
by hiding her body, she finally came out from behind the curtain.
After confirming that
the last remaining Tima and Mars had taken their seats, Victor clapped his
hands.
Then, from the opened
door, maids brought in carts with dishes one after another and began to arrange
them on the table.
Delicious-smelling
steam rose from the soup served on pure white plates, and the aroma of freshly
baked bread wafted through the air.
In the center of the
table, a golden-brown baked chicken was placed, and juices overflowed from the
carved meat.
Nozomu's throat, which
was hungry from the mock battle with Jihad, rumbled.
"Come, don't
worry about it. Please eat as you like."
"Oooooh! Then,
without reservation!"
The first one to
pounce on the food was Feo, who was hungry from his life of abject poverty.
He devoured everything
one after another, from the appetizer vegetables to the soup, bread, and then
the meat.
"Uuuuh. I'm so
moved right now..."
Perhaps he was so
moved, as Feo began to shed tears.
Although the sight of
him sniffling and single-mindedly devouring his food was bizarre, Victor was
smiling without any particular concern.
Rather, he seemed to
be satisfied with the sight of Feo eating so heartily.
"I am honored
that you are enjoying it so much. You all, too, do not have to worry about
etiquette. Please enjoy it to your heart's content."
"Well, it is the
host's duty to entertain their guests. Nozomu, and you too, Mars-kun and the
others, since my father says so, please eat without worrying."
"W-Well
then..."
Victor and Irisdina
prompted the hesitating Nozomu and the others.
Nozomu hesitated for a
moment, but after receiving the follow-up from the two, he slowly began to eat
the food in front of him.
"Mmph!"
"Uwah, it's
delicious..."
Along with an
expression of astonishment, a silent moment passed. The only sound that echoed
in the dining room was the sound of moving utensils.
It couldn't be helped.
The food served in front of them was something that Nozomu and the others could
absolutely not eat normally.
For a while, Nozomu
and the others were completely engrossed in their meal.
"Fufu, you're all
eating with such relish."
"Ah, I'm sorry. For
keep eating and all..."
"No, it's fine. I
am glad that you are enjoying it so much."
Victor waved his hand
lightly, as if to say not to worry.
A moment of tension
ran between Nozomu and the others at the fact that they had left their host
alone, but the smile that appeared on his lips instantly melted the tense
atmosphere.
But Victor suddenly
put his hand on his beard and began to groan in a low voice.
"However, are you
still nervous in front of me?"
"If you see my
father's face, I think it can't be helped. When he's outside, he basically has
a scowl on his face."
"Good grief, even
though we've met for the first time in a while, my eldest daughter is
strict..."
A smiling Irisdina and
a wryly smiling Victor. Perhaps because they were parent and child, their
smiles had a somehow similar atmosphere.
"You think so
too, Somia?"
"Do I? I think
Father is very kind."
"Fufu, thank you,
Somia. My second daughter is as kind as Felana."
A casual conversation
between a parent and child. Even if their birth and status were different, what
was there was undoubtedly a normal family.
Shina, who was
watching the Francilt parent and child, let out a soliloquy.
"A family...
huh."
With an expression as
if looking at something far away, she was watching the three of them.
It couldn't be helped.
Her family was already no longer of this world, and she had come to this
academy with revenge in her heart, all alone.
"Shina... are you
okay?"
Nozomu, who knew her
circumstances, spoke to Shina with concern.
But surprisingly, the
voice that came back was a cheerful one.
"Hmm? What
about?"
"N-No.
Umm..."
Nozomu, who had
thought she was depressed, was at a loss for words, taken aback. Shina, who
tilted her head, wondering what was going on, soon "Ah..." and gave a
small nod, sensing the situation.
"It's true that I
no longer have anyone I can call family, but now I have everyone. So I'm by no
means lonely."
As she said that, Shina
looked around at her comrades who were enjoying their meal.
Tom, who was being fed
by Mimuru, saying, "Aah~n," and was flustered. She was bringing her
chest, which was peeking from her dress, as close as possible, trying to tempt
Tom.
Opposite the two, Mars
and Tima were moving their knives and forks, talking slowly.
It seemed they hadn't
been able to have a proper conversation until just before, but perhaps because
Tima had finally calmed down, a quiet time was flowing between the two.
And the remaining Feo
was devouring his meal with a joyful expression. In his eyes, Nozomu and the
others were no longer there. He was probably planning to stock up on food while
he could.
Before she knew it,
Tom, who had given up on Mimuru's offensive, had joined Mars and the others'
conversation, and Mimuru had charged in there.
Mimuru, with a
dissatisfied face at her escaped lover, began to talk about how love should be,
and at her fierce content, Tima blushed again. Getting carried away by that,
she was about to talk about even more radical content when Mars brought his
fist down.
And the boisterous
party began. It was nothing special. The usual scene was unfolding.
While looking at
everyone like that, Shina smiled gently.
"Ah, it's started
again. I wonder if Mimuru and the others know where they currently are."
"They probably
know, but they don't care anymore. Well, it's the usual, I guess?"
Victor also showed no
signs of rebuking them. Rather, he was watching Mimuru and the others' state
with an amused look.
Irisdina and Somia,
who were next to him, were also talking to their father about Mimuru and the
others with amusement.
Nozomu and Shina
exchanged glances and gave a wry smile as if to say it couldn't be helped.
Nozomu also understood
what she wanted to say just from that. Nozomu was also a person who had been
saved by his current comrades. No more words were needed.
"I'll go from the
right, Nozomu-kun, you go from the left."
"Roger, what's
the plan?"
"Let's go for a
one-hit kill. It'll be less trouble, and it's kind of our style."
While nodding to each
other, the two casually stood up from their seats.
A few seconds later,
Nozomu and Shina, who had secretly circled behind them without a sound, slammed
their perfectly synchronized knife-hands into the nape of the noisy Mimuru's
neck, and the source of the commotion had her consciousness reaped in a single
blow.
That one blow was so
splendid that Victor, who was watching from the side, let out a cry of
admiration, "Hoh...".
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