Abnormal Moon

"Ugh."

Ms. Okita sighed.

Sister, you're really no good. What would you do without me?

Miss Okita stepped forward, drew her sword with a clang, and flashed it through the air.

The blade was drawn, and a flash of light appeared.

The numerous reporters present fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at Miss Okita with panicked expressions, fearing that she might act impulsively and start a massacre.

"The reason why there was no flow of the Universal Essence when we made our move is because I am a witch who can conceal the flow of the Universal Essence. Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Seeing that everyone present was as quiet as a group of newborn kittens, Ms. Okita sheathed her sword with satisfaction.

"As for what the Blade Master is, you should ask this reporter. He asked the question, so he should know better than anyone else. Let's go."

She called out to Stella, then turned and walked toward the end of the passage without looking back.

Stella breathed a heavy sigh of relief and quickly followed in her footsteps.

On the other side, a group of reporters looked at each other for a while, but in the end they didn't dare to chase after Okita Souji. Instead, they pointed their cameras at the reporter who had asked the question first and shoved the microphone into his mouth.

"No, don't ask me! I really don't know!"

"I didn't say those words just now. I don't know why I suddenly said them; it was like my body was out of control..."

The reporter, looking bewildered, dealt with his colleagues while secretly feeling fortunate.

His question just now was indeed not his own. From the middle of the conversation, his body was out of his control, as if he were being manipulated by someone else who was not there. The questions he asked were strange ones that he himself did not understand, and he himself was caught in a panic.

so far so good!

Midway through, he felt his body return to his control, and upon reflection, he realized it was just before Okita began speaking…

"Shogun, thank you so much just now!"

Stella quickly caught up with Okita Souji and thanked her profusely with a look of relief on her face.

Although it was just an interview and might not reveal all her secrets, her background was special, and she really didn't want to reveal her secrets before finding hope of returning home. Any possibility had to be nipped in the bud!

"Don't easily reveal your emotions when things happen, otherwise others will only have a handle against you."

Miss Okita didn't take it seriously, but she still gave her a warning out of kindness.

"Yes, I've learned my lesson."

Stella nodded obediently, determined to keep this lesson in mind.

At the same time, she looked at Ms. Okita with great surprise, her eyes filled with admiration and curiosity.

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh, I was just thinking, you look to be only about fifteen years old, a little younger than me, how come you're so much more mature and intelligent than me?"

"Hmph, you said it yourself, it just looks like it."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing. You'll understand once you've experienced more."

Ms. Okita shook her head, ignoring Stella's curious gaze.

Stella followed behind Ms. Okita, reaching out her hand as if she wanted to say something, then withdrawing it with a troubled expression, as if she had something on her mind.

While she was still hesitating, Miss Okita had already walked out, and Stella quickly followed like a chick following its mother.

In the fourth match, Yulis and Kirin Toudou teamed up and easily defeated their opponents, advancing to the semifinals of this year's Star Martial Festival.

"It seems our next opponents will be them, the first and fifth place finishers from the Star Guide Hall. They are quite formidable opponents!"

On her way back to Quinnville, Stella, having nothing to do, opened her spatial window and watched the entire fourth match from beginning to end. The final image froze on the large portraits of the princess with rose-colored hair and the loli with silver-white hair.

"Don't you have any confidence?"

Sylvia sat opposite her. The three of them were currently in the student council president's limousine. She looked at Stella, who had a serious expression, and couldn't help but tease her.

"Just go ahead and charge in, that's all you've always done!"

What kind of impression do you all have of me?

"Hmm... I'm not that calculating."

Sylvia thought for a moment, then smiled and held up one finger.

"High emotional intelligence."

Miss Okita gave Sylvia a thumbs up.

"My impression is much simpler: a reckless fool."

"Shogun, sometimes speaking tactfully is a virtue."

Sylvia, like a mother hen, earnestly lectured Ms. Okita.

"Definitely next time."

Although Ms. Okita maintained her usual poker face, Sylvia could already tell whether Ms. Okita was serious or perfunctory.

That "next time" was definitely just a perfunctory response.

Looking at Ms. Okita like this, Sylvia really finds it hard to imagine what it would be like if she were in love.

Could it be that she really misunderstood?

However, Sylvia couldn't say that it was entirely impossible, because she already knew from Stella the reason why the two of them hurriedly left the preparation room and went to the redevelopment zone that day. The reason why Souji went to the redevelopment zone was probably to help that guy named Roy. Souji obviously had a special relationship with Roy, or at least Souji's feelings for Roy were very unusual.

"We still need to keep testing them!"

Sylvia felt a headache coming on at the thought of Roy running off to the pleasure district and staying there all day.

Although she felt that Roy was not that kind of person, Sylvia did not dare to make a conclusion or talk about it casually before she found out the truth, especially since it might concern her best friend's life!

I'll probably have to spend more time in the redevelopment zone these days.

Chapter 230 is utter nonsense.

"Are you coming to my place to sleep tonight?"

The limousine drove into the Quincy Girls' Academy and stopped in front of the Twin Towers. After getting out of the car, Sylvia extended a warm invitation to Ms. Okita.

If this news gets out, it will drive countless people crazy.

This is a chance to share a bed with a world-class diva!

"No."

To everyone's surprise, Ms. Okita quickly shook her head and declined Sylvia's invitation.

"Oh, I see. I'll come find you again tomorrow morning."

Sylvia's mother, though rejected, was not angry. Instead, she smiled and said goodbye to the two of them before stepping into the Twin Towers. She needed to discuss the reporter matter with Pedra.

Miss Okita watched Sylvia leave and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You and Sylvia have such a good relationship!"

Stella watched from the side, a hint of envy appearing on her face that she herself didn't even realize.

In contrast, none of her family members are in this world.

"well enough."

Ms. Okita vaguely brushed off the topic.

She and Sylvia do have a very good relationship.

To be precise, it was Sylvia who was unilaterally very good to Ms. Okita.

How good is it?

Even after arriving at Quinvelle Academy and becoming Stella's roommate, Sylvia often invited Miss Okita to stay overnight in her dormitory. As the first in the Quinvelle sequence, her dormitory was no less spacious than Claudia's.

Sylvia confided in her about almost everything, even showing no reservations whatsoever. It was common for them to share intimate secrets, and even be completely open with each other. Sometimes she would even invite her to take a bath together. It was as if she was being treated like a daughter, which gave Roy, who was hiding behind Miss Okita's gaze, a real treat.

But the more this happened, the more panicked Miss Okita, no, Roy, became.

If his disguise is exposed one day, will Sylvia kill him?

I pray that day will never come!

In the evening, after dinner, Ms. Okita and Stella returned to their dormitory, took showers, and went to bed feeling refreshed.

Stella lay on the bed, looking preoccupied, her gaze lingering on Ms. Okita from time to time.

Roy had already planned to put Miss Okita to sleep, since Claudia was waiting for him to sing on the other side. Seeing Stella's uneasy expression, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Just ask me if you have any questions."

Ms. Okita, who was lying in bed about to drift off to sleep, suddenly spoke.

"May I?"