The all-powerful middle schooler

Kaguya Shinomiya pursed her lips and muttered softly, "Is this all you think of me, Hasegawa?"

"Not really."

He denied it.

Kaguya Shinomiya was startled.

That's incredible hearing!

"Shinomiya is also very proud and has a strong sense of self-respect. She keeps her promises very well. As a young lady, although she has some flaws, at least she has not developed any bad habits. She is a good girl."

he continued.

"I really dislike your condescending attitude... but I'll just take it as a compliment."

Kaguya Shinomiya snorted and added.

Fujiwara Chika carefully observed and noticed that her best friend's lips curled up, indicating that she was quite pleased.

After enjoying the free food and drinks, the two girls decided not to linger since it was already late and prepared to take a car back.

The back seat of the car on the way home.

"I'm sorry, Kaguya-san, I think I said something I shouldn't have. Please don't misunderstand, that's not what I really meant!"

Fujiwara Chika grabbed Shinomiya Kaguya's shoulder and cried out.

"It's okay, I didn't take it to heart at all."

Kaguya Shinomiya remained calm.

"That's good."

Fujiwara Chika breathed a sigh of relief.

"But what about you, Fujiwara? What's your opinion of Hasegawa?"

"What do you think? Izumi-chan is handsome and cool... That's all, haha. Kaguya-san wouldn't really see me as a rival, would she?"

"So do you like him?"

"For me to like Izumi-chan, unless... huh?"

The girl looked bewildered and stammered.

"Unless what?"

Kaguya Shinomiya stared intently at him.

"Ahem, anyway, my affection for Izumi-chan is the kind of affection you have between friends."

"is it?"

Kaguya Shinomiya smiled without saying a word, then turned to look out the car window.

The girl in the next seat subconsciously placed her hand on her chest, her face flushed slightly in the shadows.

For a brief moment, the sound of her heart pounding drowned out everything else.

……

The Far East Magic Club after school.

"There has been a legend since ancient times that every Word of Power contains magic. I want to strengthen the barrier of this society through the uninterrupted link between Words of Power."

Gathered around the small table, Rikka Takanashi spoke with great seriousness.

"You just want to play a word chain game, right? Speak plainly."

"Natsukawa Masaki said lazily."

"So that's what you mean!"

Dansheng Valley Senxia was greatly surprised.

"Tch, so this is Morisummer? Aren't you an ancient magician?"

A mocking smile crept across the silver-haired witch's lips.

"You're probably just as sexually active as I am now."

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsu retorted.

"Who knows."

The witch's smile deepened.

Then, an hour passed in the blink of an eye during the word chain game, and not a single round had been decided.

"Damn it, if it were before, beating you would have been a piece of cake."

Natsukawa Masaki looked slightly annoyed.

Because of this awakening, everyone's minds have become sharper, so even such simple games are no longer a challenge for them.

"What are you saying? If this were in the past, you, as an ordinary person, would have no chance against me, the Evil King True Eye Wielder!"

Rikka, the little bird, pretends to be stupid.

"A mere newcomer, the weakest member of the organization, if it weren't for the Sage's mercy, someone like you would never have been able to step into the Inner World Death."

Servant Sanae Dekomori chimed in.

"you……!"

Even though Natsukawa Masamichi was very good at maintaining his composure, he was still quite angry.

Her joining the company certainly involved a bit of luck.

But what about the others? Aren't they just lucky too?

"When did you start caring so much about what this guy says?"

Dansheng Valley Mori said something softly beside her, which made her body stiffen.

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.

As everyone becomes more and more like a team, even the seemingly wicked witch inevitably develops some genuine feelings for the others.

"Minister, I want to eat mala tang!"

With a wavering look in his eyes, Natsukawa Masaki suddenly raised his right hand and shouted loudly.

[Was it that abrupt? I knew I was right.]

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsu chuckled inwardly.

"Spicy hotpot?"

Rikka Takanashi and Sanae Dekomori still had some doubts.

"It's something that's been really popular among girls lately. Haven't you heard other people talking about it?"

Nishikawa Morika knew about it.

"Malatang is similar to hot pot in some ways..."

Izumi Hasegawa explained.

"I see."

The girls suddenly realized.

If that were the case, they would be willing to try, and they all looked at each other with pleading eyes.

"Hmm... how about this, I'll prepare the seasonings this time, and you can prepare the ingredients yourselves."

"It's Izumi Hasegawa who spoke up."

The girls' eyes lit up, and they secretly harbored wicked thoughts.

25

Chapter 25 You guys use your superpowers for this kind of thing!?

After returning home that evening.

The girls carefully prepared the necessary ingredients for tomorrow's gathering.

First and foremost, it should be something you like, and ideally something others dislike, so you can enjoy the food to the fullest extent!

Just thinking about it made Rikka Takanashi feel like the dark power wrapped in the bandage on her wrist was about to surge out.

"Oh right, and what about the stuff I got from the adventure a while ago... it should be edible, right?"

After selecting her favorite ingredients, she suddenly remembered the spiritual herbs she had been growing at home, which possessed a kind of spiritual energy.

Originally intended for future research, it's a good opportunity to have the sage process it and create a delicious dish that can increase spiritual power.

Other girls had similar thoughts and prepared to bring out their own treasured items.

The night passed in the blink of an eye.

Rikka Takanashi arrived at Shuchiin with several sealed lunch boxes, and was stopped by a disciplinary committee member when she saw her bulging schoolbag.

"Let's go."

After looking at what was inside, the disciplinary committee member, who had a strange expression, had no choice but to let her leave.

After all, the school rules don't say you can't bring food in!

And so, after school in the afternoon, the members of the Far East Magic Club came to the club activity room again.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the large pot on the small table began to steam.

Just then, Izumi Hasegawa put the seasonings she had carefully prepared the night before into the pot, creating a two-compartment hot pot with spicy and non-spicy options, making it more user-friendly.

The enticing aroma quickly filled the air, causing the girls to drool with desire.

"I didn't even eat lunch because of this meal, and I'm still hungry."

Nishikawa Morika stroked her deflated belly.

They are not yet immortal cultivators who can live on air and dew; they still maintain the same biological functions.

"Hmph, I haven't eaten anything since last night, just to prepare for this moment of death!"

Sanae Tokomori smiled smugly.

"Aside from eating the minister's cooking, I've never been full."

Natsukawa Masuzu's tone was full of sincerity, because only in this way could her anorexia be suppressed.

"Uh."

Only Rikka Takanashi seemed a bit awkward.

She became less picky about food, after all, the chef's culinary skills were quite exceptional.

"Alright, the water's boiling now. You can put your favorite ingredients in."

Hanesagawa Izumi reminded her.

The way of eating mala tang and oden is only slightly different, and the girls accepted it quickly, putting the ingredients they brought into the pot.

Why are there tomatoes?

"Is today's drink pure white holy water?"

"Who added the celery?!"

The three girls quickly looked troubled, but the silver-haired witch rested her chin on her hand and stirred the oil dish in her bowl with chopsticks, her expression quite calm.

Before, she ate simply to maintain her vital signs; now, it has taken on a different meaning.

"Minister, can you feed me? Like, the 'ah~ open your mouth' kind of thing."

Natsukawa Masuzu continued her daily teasing, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"No, don't you have hands?"

Izumi Hasegawa immediately rejected the idea.

"Minister, may I feed you?"

She asked again.