The all-powerful middle schooler

"Perhaps the Sage has already activated invisibility and is spying on our performance from the sidelines!"

The others immediately looked around but found no one hiding.

They understood that invisibility was impossible, but watching from the sidelines was a certainty.

"That guy will definitely be worried."

Eriri knows him very well.

"Alright, forget about that and let's continue with our case."

Rikka Takanashi slightly raised her head, her serious eyes staring straight ahead, giving off a sense of great strength.

Now, it's the sage's personal time for her!

It's time to let others realize the greatness of the Evil King's True Eye!

"alright."

Eriri's tone became somewhat perfunctory before she turned and knocked on the door of the art club, then entered.

"Sawamura-kun, you're back!"

"Huh? Didn't we say we were going to find Hasegawa-san? Why..."

"Is it to avoid suspicion?"

As soon as she stepped inside, several members of the painting department surrounded her, chattering amongst themselves.

“The wise man is currently occupied with other matters; we will take his place.”

Rikka Takanashi took a few steps forward and stood before them, her stern expression giving her quite an imposing air.

"What? Didn't they come?"

"Ah, my sun... I feel like my world is destroyed."

The girls in the art club immediately showed expressions of disappointment, and one of them even sat down on the ground and sighed in regret.

Eriri noticed this and felt an indescribable frustration, as if a few black lines had appeared on her forehead.

Why are you guys so hung up on someone else's childhood sweetheart? What are you trying to do?

So... the enemy was at Honnoji Temple?

78. First, never act impulsively; second...

Just as Takanashi and the others entered the art club, a figure quietly appeared at the back of the activity room building.

"The art department should be located in that area."

Hasegawa Izumi raised her head and fixed her gaze on a spot on the third floor.

He had changed into a special outfit. After scanning the terrain, he leaped up and climbed up the protruding wall structure until he reached the rain shelter above the second-floor window. He then sat comfortably against the wall with his legs dangling over the edge.

"I hadn't noticed before that the area around Shuchiin Temple would look like this."

He gazed openly ahead, where a vast expanse of mountains and forests stretched out before him, with verdant hills and clear waters.

No wonder the air at Shuchiin is so fresh; it's definitely a great place.

However, he wasn't there to admire the scenery. He twitched his ears and focused his attention on listening to the sounds coming from inside the painting department.

To be honest, he was indeed not very comfortable with the girls.

Rikka and Dekomori's style of doing things may not be effective in the human world. Nissouya is just dragging his feet. As for what he is most looking forward to, it is the Witch of Greed. Although her methods are very dark, they are more applicable in many ways. His purpose in bringing her in is actually to let her play a 'catfish effect'.

"I'm really looking forward to it~"

With his hands behind his head, the boy gazed at the sky, a smile appearing on his face, finding it all quite amusing.

……

"Is everyone here?"

Rikka Kotori turned to Eriri for advice.

"Yes, everything is here. No one has taken leave today."

Eriri glanced at the other nine members of the art club and confirmed it.

"Then I can lock onto the 'thief' right away!"

Rikka Takanashi appeared confident, her eyes sweeping over everyone in the manga club.

The girl's gaze now held a hint of authority, making people feel intimidated.

Could it be that she actually has some skills?

Some people even have this misconception.

Only Natsukawa Masaki's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it, as if trying to hold back his laughter.

You can imagine what kind of methods a person with chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) would use!

"Should I stop this guy? He's bound to make a fool of himself, right?"

Dansheng Valley Senxia was struggling internally, her brows furrowed.

But it was obvious that she couldn't stop it at all, so she might as well take advantage of this opportunity to secretly observe and resolve the matter as soon as possible.

“You all stand in one line.”

Despite their dissatisfaction at Takanashi's command, everyone eventually agreed to stand in a row at Eriri's request.

“Very good. Next, I will use the ‘Evil King’s True Eye’. Under its gaze, the cause and effect of this incident will be revealed!”

What Rikka Takanashi said next greatly shocked them.

'To be able to hang out with Izumi, he's definitely not a simple character.'

Eriri was also trying her best to suppress her laughter in order to avoid damaging her image.

Rikka Takanashi's expression turned serious for a moment, and her slender little finger was now resting on her white blindfold. The members of the art club, who were standing in a row with different expressions, couldn't help but stare at her.

The next moment, she slowly lifted the blindfold, revealing her radiant golden eyes, which shone with a dazzling light, as if a special power was shining into their hearts.

However, that's all.

"Nothing happened?"

They looked around, wiggled their fingers, and instantly realized that they had been fooled by that pretentious act.

What Evil King's True Eye?

Those are clearly colored contact lenses!

"Ahem, Takanashi-kun, have you noticed anything?"

Eriri coughed twice, composing herself to control her almost out-of-control expression, before continuing to ask.

"Sorry, I almost forgot. In this era, even my Evil King's True Eye has lost its former effectiveness and can't see too clearly. But... I have a feeling that the 'thief' is among you!"

Rikka Takanashi's gaze sharpened at that moment, pointing at the crowd.

Intuition is certainly not something that can earn people's trust.

"Alright, Sawamura-kun, this guy is completely unreliable!"

"Let Hasegawa-san do it!"

“That’s right, if it were Hasegawa-kun, he would definitely be able to figure it out.”

This time, although everyone had different expressions, none of them were afraid anymore, and some even had serious doubts about her.

"You actually doubted Master's judgment on death! You fools..."

Sanae Dekomori expressed her dissatisfaction, but was completely ignored by everyone.

"Well..."

It's difficult to defy public anger, so even Eriri couldn't speak up for Rikka at this time.

"There's no need for the minister to get involved; we're enough."

Under Dansheng Valley's astonished gaze, Natsukawa Masuzu stepped forward, her silver hair and snow-white skin complementing each other, making her look like an elf who had stepped out of an icy world.

This mysterious yet elegant aura immediately drew everyone's attention.

"So beautiful! She looks about the same age as Sawamura."

"It seems to be from the Natsukawa family..."

The members of the painting department immediately fell silent and listened to her speak.

At that moment, a hidden gaze quietly entered from a corner of the unnoticed windowsill.

"Natsukawa-kun, it's your turn to shine!"

Unaware of the attention she was receiving, Natsukawa Masuzu began to perform.

In her view, the Far East Magic Society was a refuge she had finally found. If she wanted it to continue to exist, she naturally had to maintain the whims of some people, lest some people wake up after suffering setbacks and become boring ordinary people. This would not only bore her, but could also lead to the collapse of the Far East Magic Society.

Therefore, she stepped forward, both for her own sake and to respond to that person's expectations.

Only by gaining the minister's favor could she conveniently do certain things.

"Actually, it's similar to Takanashi's judgment. I think the thief is among you, especially the one who has the key—he's the most suspicious!"

Xia Chuanzhen's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his words were startling.

"I...I didn't! I didn't steal it!"

The eyes of the other members of the art club were all on a tall, brown-haired second-year student, Hamada, who had always kept the keys.

Actually, everyone initially suspected her, but no one wanted to say anything that would be detrimental to unity, so they took the opportunity to ask an outsider for help.

Eriri fell silent at this moment.

Like everyone else, she didn't want to be the bad guy.

However, she quickly began to doubt her previous judgment based on the other person's expression.

Was the minister's performance just too brilliant?

No, in terms of acting skills, there is only one person here who can compare to her, and Hamada-senpai is definitely not among them.

"Then confess your death! What have you been doing since yesterday?!"

Sanae Tokomori pointed at the other person, as if she had made up her mind about something.

This is putting pressure on them.

"I didn't do anything. I just closed the door last as usual and went home. When I came back today, I found the painting was gone. It really has nothing to do with me!"

Hamada tried her best to distance herself from this matter. Her emotions were not very stable because she had finally become a department head despite being a junior student. If this matter were confirmed, it could be said that her life was over!

"She has a poor mental fortitude, but it's definitely not her."

Hasegawa Izumi, who was secretly observing from the outside, easily made a judgment.

However, the others remained skeptical.

"You can also say goodbye to your club members and sneak back to take the painting!"

Natsukawa Masaki pressed her for answers again, her eyes filled with deep pressure that pierced the heart.

"Absolutely not! I went shopping with my friends after school! I have proof, you can ask the shopkeepers!"

Although Hamada was covered in sweat, he still presented his arguments logically and persuasively.

This performance temporarily dispelled her doubts.

Does anyone else have the key?

She asked another question.

"Our art teacher is our instructor, but she doesn't come to the club very often."

Hamada quickly replied, as if he had grasped at some lifeline.

"Then let's ask the art teacher to come over again."

Natsukawa Masuzu spoke in a commanding tone, which was very forceful, but also very effective.

Is this the power of the Witch of Greed?