Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

The abruptly inserted question seemed to be a way of setting up the conversation for what was to come.

In this school, Shi Sishi, who has a wide circle of friends, can even chat with the mushrooms in the corner. How could there be any classmates in the same grade that she doesn't know?

The buildup on the other side had been going on for so long that every rise and fall of his chest aroused the impatient owner.

Huangwu was eager to know where the loophole was, which aroused such suspicion in an ordinary student.

The two staff members in the principal's office were out, and neither the dean of students nor Princess Naya were there.

It's unlikely that the cute knight could sense the dark aura, but it's not impossible.

Just in case this happens, on the advice of the Soul Recaller, the Director arranged enough training tasks for the Knights before leaving to keep them so busy that they had no energy to manage other affairs.

In the plan, neither the remaining teachers who blindly trust the school nor the students who blindly trust the teachers will notice anything amiss.

Where exactly is the problem?

She was curious.

A rising desire kept urging her to open the window.

She's going to fly out the window!

He flashed in front of the summoner and unleashed a prolonged and mocking laugh.

Nevertheless, Miss Shi Si Shi, who could barely tolerate things on enemy territory, still dutifully played the role of a good friend who was caught in a dilemma.

She managed to control her urge to rush to the window.

"Why mention him? Is he related to the epidemic at the school?"

Hmm, money...fire.

The infirmary isn't under martial law, so it's not impossible that some underling might let slip something in his moment of triumph.

What did Qian Jin discover?

No way.

There's no reason why a student with fire magic would immediately try to stay calm and lie low after being caught in the act.

Furthermore, every patient in the health clinic is equipped with a monitoring device.

Humans can be patient, but the reactions of a driver are hard to control.

"No, it's not."

Huangwu thought about it a lot and almost forgot to maintain his facial expression before he finally got Yin Su's reply.

She had known the boy in front of her for a long time; he was arguably the first classmate she had met at the school. Yet, at this moment, she felt as if she were seeing him for the first time.

“Wenli and I visited all the students in the infirmary,” Yin Su said, her face pale and her hands cold. “That day, as we were leaving the infirmary, Wenli suddenly sighed—”

She took a deep breath, glancing wistfully at their tightly clasped hands, without pulling them away:

"She asked me if I felt that some of my classmates had changed a lot after they recovered from their illness."

"I don't know why, but at that moment I felt very cold and scared... Can you understand? It was as if I wasn't in the familiar school campus, but a strange place disguised as a school campus!"

She gasped for breath, gripped by boundless terror, as if she were back in that very moment.

Huangwu thought to himself, "Poor lady, her storytelling skills are really terrible."

How is this description any different from those of little ones who can't distinguish between reality and fantasy after having a nightmare?

She should have been more certain, more resolute, every word conveying the feeling of being right there at the scene of the Dark Clan's conspiracy. She should have been as shrewd as most of her classmates, so that her fellow Quark Clan members wouldn't mistake her panic for an illusion.

"When I came to my senses, I realized that I had almost fallen to the ground. It was Teacher Chang-en, who came to visit the students, who caught me."

Those listening to the "story" focus half their attention on their liberated hands.

Those hands were able to see the light of day again, revealing their pitiful state, clenched until they were red and bearing several fingernail marks.

"I'm sorry, I was just too excited." Following her gaze, Yin Su looked embarrassed, and the strange atmosphere in the dormitory dissipated considerably.

“I told Teacher Chang’en how I felt, and the head nurse of the health room said that it was just a delusion caused by long-term mental stress and low blood sugar. Teacher Chang’en didn’t say she didn’t believe me directly, but she gave me a few days off to rest. Wen Li also told me not to rush to deal with student council matters these days.”

With Director Ling absent, Chang En's status at the school is equivalent to that of the director.

Oh, but why would Chang'en take Yin Su's guess seriously?

She can summon souls!

Student council president Wenli is a very nice person.

She completes the tasks assigned by the teacher meticulously, and she does her best to help her classmates when they encounter difficulties.

She is a great student council president; both students who like her and those who don't agree on this point.

If Yin Su were not firm in her convictions, how could anyone believe her?

"Is it just a feeling?"

She learned why Yin Su had noticed something was wrong.

Although it is a healing ability—oh, it should be called healing magic—the status of healing magic has risen among the Quark race, but the change of old ideas is not something that happens overnight, so many times even she forgets that Silver Millet has extremely high magical talent.

The atmosphere of death in the infirmary was so intense that it was normal to experience adverse physical reactions.

"It's not just a feeling! There's also... there's more... They said the scroll Qian Jin possesses is fake, and that once he recovers in a few days, they'll give him a magic potion to send him away from the Moe Academy!"

Huangwu began to feel fortunate that the one who sensed something was wrong was a pitiful little thing who would join outsiders in questioning her once she was rejected.

Otherwise, if a beautiful young man were to expose her and her accomplices' conspiracy so convincingly in a closed environment, she would find it difficult to resist using some magical means.

“But Yin Su, this kind of thing is common among the Quark tribe. Even the strict vetting academy is not the first case.”

"No! Qian Jin has practiced magic since childhood; he couldn't possibly possess an illusion scroll. There's no precedent for this among the Quark Clan!"

"But everyone says that one of Qian Jin's relatives doesn't have magic."

No one can say for sure which one it is.

After Huangwu pulls out a series of kinship terms between people, he questions whether the two main characters are still related by blood.

However—"Anything could happen to you if you get involved with those utterly unlucky Earthlings, right?"

This is the prevailing view: once someone is associated with Earthlings, their interpersonal relationships are destined to be difficult to improve.

As for whether there are any precedents, no human has ever been able to infiltrate the Quark race and become an elder, manipulating all the magical races.

She stood up, as if preparing to leave:

“I’m willing to believe you, but I can’t betray a friend who trusts me just because I can’t provide concrete evidence.”

Yin Su grabbed the hem of her clothes, as if she had grasped all her hope.

"Of all my friends... I don't know who else I can turn to..."

She had clearly never pleaded like that before; her words were stiff and unnatural.

Who could bear to disappoint such a plea?

"Why don't you go find Camaria? She's the Moon Star of the Moe Knights. If she trusts you, the Moe Knights will definitely investigate."

“I…” Yin Su bit her lip, “I don’t want to see her for the time being.”

Oh~~~~

People in this period are always particularly prone to conflict.

Huangwu had no idea where this sudden feeling of emotion came from.

"I'll ask my friend if she's willing." She relented, and was greeted by silvery, sparkling eyes.

Those eyes are very beautiful.

Having gained the freedom to jump out of windows and laugh out loud, Huangwu didn't do it.

Firstly, she has three gatherings to attend today—that's how it is in schools with lots of small groups; friends of friends aren't necessarily still friends.

Secondly, two teachers also spoke with her in detail about her rapid improvement in her homework.

Of course, the most important thing is——

She suddenly wondered if Yin Su's current predicament was caused by someone she wanted to mock.

Oh, that colleague is really scheming and malicious.

"Hmm..." Unfortunately, she wasn't the first one there, and the perfect opportunity to make a sarcastic remark slipped through her fingers. Oh well, "Let me see the party guest list."

How can this well-hidden Destian be made to maximize his value?

She thought of:

"Pass it to a colleague."

She had to cram the answers beforehand, otherwise she wouldn't have made it to the party on time.

Being a student is really troublesome.

At this moment, in a pleasant mood, Desolation was unaware that his act of kindness, meant to help others, was cut short before he could even set off again.

The classmate with Destian blood took a long leave of absence early on.