The all-powerful middle schooler

"That's enough, I don't want to play with you guys anymore!"

Shihua let out a roar, then turned and left.

Even with all her patience, she could not endure the repeated suppression.

"Minister, shall we begin the manhunt?"

Natsukawa Masaki came to his side, licked his lips, and looked like a deranged killer.

“There’s no need for that anymore. I can confirm that Rikka’s older sister wasn’t lying. It seems she really doesn’t know anything about the Invisible Boundary Line and the Bureau. Either she’s been abandoned and her memories have been erased, or her status isn’t as high as we thought.”

Hasegawa Izumi gazed into the distance, as if she had already seen through the cause and effect of everything.

"Minister is wise! Minister's insight is brilliant!"

Natsukawa Masaki lowered his head, trying his best to hide his smile, and said in a flattering tone.

Ultimately, this plan to capture the Holy Healer began in a ridiculous way and ended in a ridiculous way.

From beginning to end, they never knew the true purpose of the Holy Healer's banquet that day.

68? No, you have to pay more!

After confirming that the threat posed by the Holy Healer was relatively small, the Far East Magic Society naturally no longer needed to go to great lengths to target him. As for the existing grudge between Rikka and her sister, it was obviously up to them to resolve themselves, and their friends could only provide some assistance when necessary.

"Far East Magic Society, your mission for today is complete. Dismissed!"

Hasegawa Izumi made the announcement in person, and then they each went home.

"Wait, Minister."

As he was leaving, Natsukawa Masuzu called out to him from behind.

"what's up?"

He looked back.

"I'm here to thank the minister. The minister's action of protecting that person was so heartwarming and cool!"

Natsukawa Masaki winked playfully, lightly touched her lips with her finger, and said in an admiring tone.

This woman constantly exudes her charm, like a meticulously chosen design that captures the instinct of people's hearts.

However, such superficial displays only reveal an inner emptiness, an urgent search for things that can bring pleasure and satisfy a greedy ego.

Therefore, Izumi Hasegawa believed that the title 'Witch of Greed' was indeed very suitable for her.

"As the leader of the Far East Magic Society, the leader of the organization, I must demonstrate my significance when necessary. So, I am just doing what I should do. Whether it is you or Rikka, I will make the same choice."

Hasegawa Izumi put her hands in her pockets, glanced back slightly, then raised her right hand to signal before leaving.

"That sounds pretty cool! But it's just chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)."

Standing there, Natsukawa Masaki watched the departing figure and smiled gently.

Early Sunday morning.

"Ding dong."

After Izumi Hasegawa finished breakfast, the doorbell suddenly rang.

When he opened the door, a girl wearing a green tracksuit, black-rimmed glasses, and blonde hair flowing down her back appeared before him.

Compared to her disguised attire, this outfit is more casual and natural, even appearing somewhat sloppy.

"You're in high school now, are you still wearing this school uniform?"

He smiled and said.

"They're very comfortable to wear, and I've gotten used to them."

Eriri appeared casual, as if she were returning to her own home. She changed out of her sneakers and put on slippers before entering the house.

Obviously, that's not the reason. Eriri's time at Shimamura Middle School wasn't very pleasant, at least not in her interactions with others. She kept the school uniform simply because of her nostalgic nature.

That's what he thought, but he didn't ask for the specific reasons.

"By the way, you came to see me so early, you're not planning to do morning exercises with me, are you?"

He asked casually.

"Morning...morning exercise?"

The girl's expression became somewhat subtle.

"I just got up to exercise this morning, why do you look so flustered? Did you think of something again?"

"Heh, heh... I don't have enough time to exercise with you first thing in the morning."

Eriri's face then turned into a cold smile.

"I came to you today just to find a place to rush out work."

She lifted the handbag in her hand, which was full of original manuscripts and drawing tools.

"Are you going to draw doujinshi in my house? You're insulting and eroding the place where I attained enlightenment! Do you understand that, Eriri?!"

His expression was somewhat strained.

"Is it really that exaggerated? You should have collected my doujinshi, and other erotic games too..."

Eriri looked disdainful.

"That's two different things!"

He said with a straight face.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that! I need to finish the original artwork for the end-of-month event, and then there's preparation for the Summer Comics project..."

The girl's attitude softened slightly.

What is my other half discussing with the human artist?

While chatting, the two entered the bedroom under Xiaojiu's watchful gaze.

"Why don't you just draw it at home?"

He asked rhetorically.

“I wanted to too, but Dad invited guests to a garden party, so I had to escape here. And she’s a diplomat, so if I were at home I would have to go out to see her.”

As the daughter of a diplomat, Eriri could not possibly be so capricious as to refuse to see anyone; that would be far too impolite.

"Oh, it's Aunt Fujiwara."

He remembered that person.

"What, you wouldn't happen to want to meet with him and discuss the possibility of him marrying into your family?"

Eriri's expression suddenly changed.

How could you make such a connection?

He couldn't understand.

"Aren't you and Chika very close? There are always those kinds of rumors."

She pretended not to care.

"Really? I didn't know, and I doubt Chika knows either. We're just friends."

"I see... Oh."

"Eri, are you concerned about the relationship between me and Chika?"

"No way! That cancer of the earth is nothing to worry about. And... I'm going to draw now!"

Eriri turned her head, took out her paintbrush, and prepared to trace over the original manuscript.

after a while.

"I'm thirsty, Quan, give me an iced cola."

At the computer desk, Eriri put down her paintbrush and turned to her childhood friend, who was lying in bed reading comics.

"Don't give orders to the homeowner in their own home!"

Hasegawa Izumi tilted her head back.

"Don't forget, I'm your creditor now!"

"That's why you need to be more respectful to me. Don't you know? In this world, the one who owes money is the boss."

"What kind of twisted logic is that? Please, at least uphold the spirit of the contract."

Eriri spun her chair so that she was facing her childhood friend, and their eyes met for a moment.

"How about I offer 1000 yen?"

Her expression was serious.

"No, this is betraying my dignity! I have to pay more! 1 yen a cup."

"How can you even say that price? Anyway... let's make a deal."

"Just be happy about it. When the world praises my name someday, you can show this off."

"Stop joking, hurry up and bring it up!"

The two parties agreed to the terms.

"Gulu."

Eriri took a sip of her sugary drink and immediately felt full of energy again.

"Ah! This is so refreshing! This is definitely the best drink..."

She had never felt this comfortable at home, especially when her parents were throwing parties.

"Eri, do you know what you look like right now?"

Hasegawa Izumi suddenly spoke up.

"Like what? A fat otaku?"

Eriri adopted a "what's the worst that can happen?" attitude.

She needs to pretend in front of others, but in front of people she knows well, she can indulge her true nature without restraint.

The more suppressed one is, the more fervent one becomes.

"As long as you know."

He smiled.

Suddenly, the girl's expression changed, and she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"Um... well, I haven't decided on the material for Xia Comic yet."

Eriri hesitated for a long time before speaking, her face flushed.

"Quan, could you give me some advice?"

69 I no longer have those worldly desires.

"Eri, you wouldn't happen to be lusting after my body, would you?"

Hasegawa Izumi's expression turned strange.

I remember a scene like that before, where they said they would use his body as a reference, so they made him shirtless and even touched his muscles inappropriately...

"What are you thinking! I've already seen all that meat on your bones!"

Eriri immediately retorted, feeling ashamed and indignant.

"If you were to do a live broadcast someday, I might be a little more interested."

She also said something lewd.

"Sure, if there's a chance."

He said seriously.