Abnormal Moon

"Actually, I have a question, though it may be a bit presumptuous. I wonder if Ms. Okita could answer it?"

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources, and lacks coherent meaning. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"what is the problem?"

Ms. Okita kept a cold expression, pretending to be all ears.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"Miss Okita and Mr. Roy, you two aren't in a love-hate relationship, are you?"

"what?!"

Ms. Okita suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

A flushed redness appeared on her face at a visible speed, and her eyes widened.

"What are you saying all of a sudden? How could I... What do you mean by 'love-hate relationship'? I don't understand this kind of Japanese!"

"Oh dear, don't they often show this kind of drama on TV these days?"

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

"...Wait, wait, wait, actually I haven't watched that many. Many foreign TV stations like to broadcast these kinds of shows. Their ratings and on-demand viewership are always inexplicably higher than other shows."

"I think you're about the same age as that Roy, and at that age where you're full of curiosity about the opposite sex, right? I was wondering if you two had this kind of relationship in the past. So, is that right or wrong?"

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and phrases, possibly from different sources, and lacks coherent sentences. A direct translation wouldn't be meaningful.

She's just like a fangirl who's obsessed with shipping couples.

Under his keenly interested gaze.

Ms. Okita's face flushed slightly, and she was about to retort loudly.

"Calm down, he's testing you."

Suddenly, a voice appeared in her mind.

"He suspects you might have tipped me off. Don't panic, keep your expression straight, and put on that killer look you always do..."

Ms. Okita's expression froze for a moment.

That's the Master's voice.

And it's not an instruction.

Rather, it is the ability for telepathic communication between the master and the familiar.

"Your thought process is truly unique and refreshing."

Ms. Okita's heart sank, and her expression quickly became serious.

"I do have a bit of a relationship with him, but it's not the kind of relationship you're imagining. With such an abstract thought process, why don't you become a YouTuber? You'd definitely become a superstar in no time!"

Seeing that Miss Okita looked angry at his words, he quickly said, "I'm so angry!"

"Your reaction is a bit strange. You could say you're angry, or you could say you're shy..."

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

Roy's timely return to the juvenile detention center to save the students, leaving Granny Oogami empty-handed, seemed a bit too coincidental.

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But whether it's Hikari Tanzo, Shigemitsu Haruta, or the grandmother and granddaughter Ogami, he has known them for a long time.

It's unlikely they were the mole.

The only one who came from overseas was someone he had never heard of before, and who was connected to Roy, so she inevitably became the object of his suspicion.

"However, given her strength, it's not advisable to antagonize her at this stage. Otherwise, not only will we lose a powerful ally, but we might also needlessly gain an enemy. Let's pretend this is just gossip for now, and keep our subsequent plans more secret, so she doesn't know about them..."

At this moment, the thought of becoming a vessel in the ring was completely resolved.

Miss Okita seemed completely oblivious to everything.

Both parties tacitly chose to forget about the incident, as if it had never happened.

It didn't take long.

After both parties scheduled their next meeting, [they] discussed the matter further.

"call……"

Miss Okita secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

so close!

I almost ruined Master's important plans!

She had been prepared to act immediately should Xia Youjie show any signs of suspicion, but thankfully he didn't discover anything.

Or perhaps he has already become suspicious, but hasn't acted immediately.

"If you're a curse caster, then do what a curse caster should do! Why are you watching TV dramas?!"

Miss Okita was seething with resentment.

at this time.

Suddenly, the space in front of Ms. Okita seemed to be drawn open from behind, like a curtain.

A figure appeared from behind the spatial curtain and landed in front of Miss Okita.

The person had striking white hair and red eyes, and was none other than her Master, Roy himself.

After the turmoil had completely subsided, and the situation was as follows: [The text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated anecdote about a woman named Tao Yuanming and her family, followed by a seemingly random, unrelated sentence fragment.]

As soon as he arrived, his eyes were fixed on Ms. Okita.

It was as if Miss Okita was a magnet attracting him; his gaze was fixed on her, as if he wanted to see right through her.

It was filled with a sense of fear that made Ms. Okita afraid.

Miss Okita kept her eyes down, adopting a serene and unwavering expression, pretending to be a wooden doll.

"That's strange. I felt like I had woken up just now... Could it be that my consciousness has fallen back into a deep sleep?"

Miss Okita didn't even dare to blink.

All that could be heard was the Master muttering something like that.

As expected, they were suspected!

Haha, that's to be expected, isn't it...?

Her lightning-fast reaction to Shen Ershi could be attributed to her physical instincts, allowing her to get away with it.

But that sudden, bristly reaction just now was completely different from his usual puppet-like behavior, and it was very abnormal!

Damn it, I should have just pretended to be dead! If I had completely handed over control of my body to my Master, I definitely wouldn't have self-destructed like I did just now!

"It's probably really asleep again... Oh well, let's take it back first. Sigh, Souji is my right-hand man. If he were still awake, he would be a great help."

I heard a somewhat disappointed voice beside me, and he sighed several times.

The Master seems quite disappointed.

Ms. Okita felt a little guilty.

I'm so sorry, she's the Master's Servant, yet she's acting so passively.

But the fault doesn't lie entirely with her!

The Master's actions were also highly problematic!

Let's go back to the imaginary space first.

There is no concept of time in the imaginary space. As long as the Master needs her, he can take her out of the imaginary space. For her, it is just a matter of being put in one moment and taken out the next.

When she reappears, the Master will likely no longer remember that she "awakened once".

Ms. Okita, who was thinking this, suddenly felt something was strange.

The Master did not put her back into the imaginary space.

With a wave of his hand, a spatial curtain appeared around the two of them, enveloping them inside.

The next moment, the curtains were removed from the surrounding area.

Miss Okita felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, followed by a bright light, and found herself in a very spacious attic.

The floor beneath my feet was wooden, and outside the window were the foothills under the pitch-black night, with visible energy fluctuations rippling back and forth in the air.

Where is this?

Is this where the Master lives?

This is indeed Roy's residence at the college.

The college's buildings were already quite empty, and considering that he often needed to conduct experiments, he applied to Moth-Masakado to requisition an entire attic as his dormitory, and also set up various barriers around it.

Suddenly, Ms. Okita felt a dizzying sensation before her eyes.

"Whoa! Master, Master picked me up?"

And it was a princess carry!