The all-powerful middle schooler

Natsukawa Masaki immediately made a sarcastic remark.

"This isn't depravity, it's enlightenment! You certainly can't understand it now, you Witch of Greed... But we'll wait for you to catch up."

Dansheng Valley Senxia got up and left, glancing back at him as she spoke.

"This guy has become difficult to deal with; he's not just a typical case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)."

Recalling the other person's disguise in the classroom, Natsukawa Masaki's gaze sharpened.

……

"Tomorrow? Or the day after? It's too uncertain... but it's finally here."

When Nibutani Morika arrived at the Far East Magic Society, she noticed Hasegawa Izumi standing in front of the window, moving her fingers and muttering something.

"Seeker of the Way, what are you doing?"

This title?

Hasegawa Izumi turned around in surprise.

He understood everything the moment his eyes met Dansheng Valley's.

No need for further words, we understand each other perfectly.

Mori Summer is back!

"I'm trying to estimate the time of the celestial change, but because of the chaos in the heavens, I can't be too accurate. But it won't be tomorrow; it will be the day after tomorrow."

He explained.

"Is that so? That's wonderful. The cage that has long imprisoned our abilities is finally about to be broken... Before, we could only hear the whispers of the elves, but in the future, the elves may return to this world."

Nishikawa Morika looked on with anticipation.

"you are?"

Upon hearing this, Rikka Takanashi, who was fiddling with props, looked completely bewildered.

"Is there even a need to ask? I am Mori Summer, a magician who has lived for over a thousand years."

She smiled and said that her complexion had subtly become rosy.

"Is that so? You've finally returned! The imposter Mori Summer's plan has ultimately failed. It seems that Dekomori's decision to preserve the Dark Codex was the right one!"

Rikka Takanashi was startled at first, then seemed to understand something, and turned her right hand into a hammer, striking her left hand.

Everyone else, including Natsukawa Masuzu, quickly accepted it, but for the last girl, that might not be the case.

"It's impossible for him to die! You're just an imposter, how could you possibly be Mori Summer herself!"

Sanae shouted with hands and feet.

"It doesn't matter. Whether they are seekers of the Dao or the True Eye of the Evil King, they all acknowledge my existence. Your attitude is not important."

Nishikawa Morika responded very coldly.

"Ha! With that attitude, you can't possibly be Morisummer! She's the most loving and compassionate elven Mother of Death; she would never speak to me like that!"

Sanae Tokomori extended her finger, as if she had already pointed out her weakness.

"You're just making unrealistic expectations. We've never actually met, we've only chatted in the electronic sea."

Dansheng Gusenxia chuckled lightly.

"I don't care, I don't care! You haven't shown me anything to convince me, I don't accept death!"

Sanae Tokomori stomped her feet in anger and embarrassment.

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsu smiled without saying a word, offering no further explanation.

Leave campus.

Izumi Hasegawa did not go straight home, but stopped and waited in the small garden.

"It's been a long time, Mori Summer."

He spoke first.

Not far away, Dansheng Valley Senxia walked slowly over, with a clear and insightful expression unlike any other.

"Seeker of the Way, now that you have awakened me once more, then take responsibility for me... Let me forever remain trapped in this beautiful dream!"

This is her ultimate fantasy.

Final Chapter: Tonight, I will cross the heavenly limit!

"This is not a dream, Mor isummer."

Hasegawa Izumi smiled gently.

"It's reality!"

“I would be very happy to see you return before the Great Era arrives, so that our Far East Magic Society can form combat power more quickly.”

In his view, among the four members of the organization, Mori Summer is a figure who can be compared with the Evil Eye. As a junior, Thunder Hammer is slightly lacking in mental strength, while the Witch of Greed is too cunning and lacks personal ability.

"Is it realistic? I long for a perfect future... It's something to look forward to."

Dansheng Valley Senxia turned to look at the sky, where the rolling, boundless sea of ​​clouds revealed a radiant smile.

The resolution of Dansheng Valley's inner conflict has brought about new variables.

Although her entanglement with Dekomori still exists, they are now largely on the same side.

Therefore, the remaining person naturally seems out of place.

"This is troublesome."

Back home, Natsukawa Masaki sat in a chair and frowned as she thought about what had happened that day.

She originally wanted to see Dansheng Valley struggling with her methods, looking aggrieved and awkward, and enjoy that special kind of fun.

She just didn't expect the other person to enter a deep chuunibyou (delusional) mode, and handle things very well both internally and externally, leaving her with no room for ridicule, and instead making her the only one who was isolated.

After all, she had only been pretending to fit in.

Although she has read many comics and is a loyal fan of JoJo, there is a significant difference between being a fan and having chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

"Forget it, let them be. They're not important figures anyway. I only need to keep an eye on the minister..."

She rested her chin on her hand, gazing out the window with deep, thoughtful eyes.

After overcoming the hurdle of final exams, the Far East Magic Club returned to its usual routine, chatting about lighthearted topics.

Everyone sat around a square table, with Rikka and Tokomaru sitting together.

"I want to eat hot pot."

Rikka Takanashi suddenly spoke up.

"Why are you saying this suddenly?"

Dansheng Gusenxia looked confused.

"It's probably because we had an elective cooking class this morning, so it made me think about food."

"Izumi Hasegawa thought for a moment and said."

"Well... I prefer a clear broth hot pot, something light is better."

Nishikawa Mori then spoke.

"Dark Hot Pot."

Rikka's expression darkened.

"Are you trying to replenish your dark power? That would be a disadvantage for the rest of us."

Dansheng Gu Senxia's expression changed, becoming serious and earnest.

"Is that so? It seems I didn't think it through."

Rikka Takanashi looked around and then apologized.

"Where is Tokugawa?"

Hasegawa Izumi turned her head and asked.

"Dekomori? I think..."

Sanae Tokomori placed her hands on her arms and closed her eyes in thought.

"I like pufferfish hot pot and crab stick hot pot. Oh, grouper hot pot is also good. Sukiyaki made with Matsusaka beef brisket is also good. But when it comes to meat, I prefer medium-rare steak to sukiyaki."

The girl held up her fingers and recited them as if they were her most treasured possessions.

"Heh, damn bourgeoisie."

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsu muttered a curse under her breath, filled with intense jealousy.

"Dekomori, as your master, I feel it's necessary for me to know what kind of life you're living in disguise. Next time you're having hot pot at Dekomori's house, I'll pay you a visit... That's what the Evil King's Eye said."

Rikka Takanashi's gaze sharpened, and she said in a serious tone.

"A mercenary fellow."

Dansheng Valley Mori Natsumi made another sarcastic remark.

"Sure, everyone can come together. I've been wanting to treat you all for a while now... Of course, this is to thank Master and Sage for taking care of me. You two are just joining in."

Sanae Tokomori then looked at the other two with hostility.

"Minister, aren't you going to ask me about it?"

Natsukawa Masuzu tapped the table with her finger, revealing a displeased expression.

"No need to ask anymore, the seeker of the Dao already divined that you don't have any favorite food."

As a result, she was immediately met with a mocking look from Nissouya Morika.

It's really annoying.

Is this the start of a counterattack?

Natsukawa Masaki pursed her lips, feeling resentful, but she didn't show it.

"Then let me ask you something... Xia Chuan, what kind of hot pot do you like?"

Hasegawa Izumi's gaze shifted and landed on her.

"Of course not, the minister's divination was very accurate."

Natsukawa Masuzu puffed out her cheeks as if in a huff and looked to the side.

"However, if it's hot pot made by the minister, I might like it."

Soon, she turned around with a bright smile on her face.

Based on their understanding, the minister was practically omnipotent, so it was only natural that his culinary skills would be exceptional.

In an instant, Izumi Hasegawa felt everyone looking at him with expectant eyes.

Although he did not focus on cooking, his culinary skills have indeed improved significantly because of preparing meals for himself and his sister. He is also very versatile in his areas of expertise, exceeding everyone's expectations.

For example, the egg fried rice I made in the cooking class this morning was so good it almost glowed that it made the students drool. It was so good that everyone was fighting over it, making a mess of the place.

"If I were to make it myself, I'm afraid you would all find it a bit too much. My personal preference is for a strong flavor of beef tallow hot pot, and it has to be spicy and numbing, with lots of chili peppers."

He gave an answer.

"Could it be a production method from a mysterious ancient Eastern country?"

Sanae Tokomori looked startled.

"This should also be considered a kind of 'dark cuisine hot pot'!"

The little bird, Rokka, looked embarrassed.

This might be a bit difficult for girls with milder palates to accept.

"If it's you, the seeker of the Dao, who did it, I'm definitely willing to give it a try, even if it burns my magic circuits."

After thinking it over, Nissouya Mori Natsumi felt it was acceptable.

"I'm a death too!"