Himeko Murata Scored a Critical Hit

At dusk.

Murata Himeko checked the last document and sighed.

Although she finished her workday before the end of the workday, the woman still found it difficult to quickly shake off the overwhelming senses of being overwhelmed with tasks. After lazily stretching her back, she slumped dejectedly into the pile of documents.

Of course, the consequence of this practice is that subordinates will find several lipstick marks on the documents.

But perhaps this occasional, harmless carelessness is part of Murata Himeko's charm.

The woman rested her head on the table, slowly turning her face to look at the sunset outside the window. The soft light penetrated the thin paper and fell into her Amber eyes. A gentle breeze caused a corner of the document to flutter and sway rhythmically, and the sunlight seemed to dance out a leisurely melody.

The paper neutralized the sunlight, so even when it entered her pupils, it wasn't too glaring. The woman quietly opened her eyes, her reflection showing the seagulls and clouds that occasionally drifted past the window.

This was a rare moment of peace for her during the day; the trivialities and anxieties in her mind were swallowed up by a broader perspective, and she thought of nothing and did nothing.

It is enough to simply gaze at some meaningless scenery or minute details.

In such moments, Murata Himeko can find magical relaxation and peace.

A long time.

Or perhaps it's just less than five minutes.

Murata Himeko took a deep breath, the fragrance of ink and the sea breeze from the window filling her chest and spreading throughout her body, relieving her fatigue somewhat.

The day is coming to an end.

This point serves as the dividing line; after that, it is no longer working hours.

But before that, I need to hand over today's work and reports to that school principal guy before I can bring this last working day to a close.

Murata Himeko stood up, rubbing her lower back. Looking at the messy file folders and unorganized documents on the table, she felt a deep sense of melancholy.

The woman methodically and skillfully organized the documents while muttering a helpless complaint to herself:

"I hope the headmistress is doing her job properly. I don't want my workload to increase significantly tomorrow because of her slacking off."

"Working at the St. Freya Academy should be a place for relaxing and slacking off, so why do I feel more tired in some ways than where I used to work?"

"If that short nun is caught reading comics again today, make her work overtime until she dies. Leaving work until tomorrow is not the behavior of a proper nun."

The woman revealed a sinister smile, her words gradually becoming more laced with gritted teeth.

Ten minutes later.

When Murata Himeko opened the door carrying a pile of documents, this was the scene before her.

The Golden Cross placed in the corner was polished until it shone brightly, and the setting sun made it seem as if it had been reborn, showing a different spirit than before.

It is evident that the person who maintained the cross must have spent a great deal of time on meticulous details to achieve Judah's current spotless and radiant appearance.

The pile of file folders reached a meter high from the corner of the table, and the scattered documents on the table formed a high wall, creating an excellent natural barrier to obscure the view.

Several quill pens rolled onto the edge of the table, their ink staining the white paper and slowly overflowing, gradually forming a natural painting that covered the dense text of the document.

Her sharp, blade-like smile gave Murata Himeko a beauty and terror akin to that of a demon. She entered without knocking, opening the door silently.

The steps now taken towards becoming the headmaster have left no trace in the peaceful atmosphere.

In the end, Murata Himeko appeared at the desk like a ghost.

At this moment, Headmaster Theresa, blinded by the defenses she had built, was completely unaware of the impending crisis.

The girl was engrossed in the book in her hands, her azure eyes fixed intently on a particular scene, as if savoring the joy it brought her.

But in the blink of an eye, a hint of sorrow appeared between her slightly furrowed brows, and Theresa slowly shook her head and sighed:

"Although the villain on the other side also has his own unavoidable difficulties, HOMU's sense of justice forces him to become their enemy. This is a clash between ideals, and a fate caused by different positions."

"But in the end, both sides came to understand each other to some extent and admired each other's choices and perseverance. Even so, a final battle broke out, determining life and death. This kind of touching and entangled relationship is a big plus."

"As expected of the most acclaimed volume of Honkai Impact 3rd, I was left wanting more!"

"Why not watch it again? Classic works like this need to be revisited to appreciate their unique flavor."

Theresa nodded firmly, as if she felt her decision was perfectly reasonable and was about to put it into action immediately.

At that moment, the girl finally noticed the unnatural shadow reflected in the comic. As she slowly raised her head like a wound-up toy, words that seemed to come from the underworld sent chills down her spine.

"Headmaster."

Murata Himeko's murmur caused Theresa's relaxed expression to tighten into a stiff one, and her hand holding the comic book suddenly became flustered.

Dejectedly suppressing the urge to tear the comic book from her hands, Theresa realized that defeat was inevitable.

Damn it! Even with the ultimate technique evolved from Nishikujo Sara's suggestion—the ability to tear a comic book into quark-level pieces in a second—it can't turn back time at this moment.

Unwilling to face final judgment, Theresa resorted to sophistry, saying guiltily:

"Major Himeko... it's time to leave work!"

For some reason, the girl's words became very confident and self-assured in the second half of her sentence, completely unlike her previous guilty conscience.

Murata Himeko said with a smile:

"Oh? It seems the headmaster, who hasn't done any work, thinks he's completely blameless?"

Theresa saw the other person's expressionless eyes, and a sudden chill ran down her spine. Why had she suddenly become so arrogant when she mentioned it was time to leave work? Wasn't this situation extremely bad?!

"Wait! Major Himeko, I have something to say..."

With a muffled rumble in the office, the girl's unspoken excuse died in its infancy.

The strike clearly hit its mark, causing Theresa to cover her forehead with both hands. She looked at Murata Himeko, who seemed to be shrouded in black energy, and her body instinctively trembled.

"You're not allowed to leave until you finish your work today."

"My dear Principal."

Faced with the woman's expressionless declaration and the terrifying aura of immense resentment, Theresa sensed that something bad might be about to happen.

Today, Theresa suffered a defeat.