Chapter 125

The unfinished worship ceremony continued right at the entrance.

"I thought you'd argue with me for a long time, but I didn't expect you to agree so easily this year."

As the firelight ignited the offerings, Jukka couldn't help but sigh.

"It's all because of the Sage; it was the Sage's appearance that changed me."

The shimmering firelight was reflected in Takanashi Rikka's eyes.

"For this, I really have to thank him... for finally helping you Rikka, accept your father's death."

Jukka nodded.

Although I still harbor some resentment because of the bullying I suffered back then, it was all worth it in comparison.

"Dad has indeed left us."

Takanashi Rikka casually replied, then added, "But that doesn't mean we can't find him."

Jukka:...

Three major illusions in life

Although the Little Sister acknowledged their father's death, the essence of the matter seemed unchanged.

Although Jukka felt a bit of a headache, it wasn't unacceptable compared to other situations.

Aren't all the other people living just fine?

It's just a little annoying.

After the worship ceremony, the two sisters went inside together.

Jukka went straight into the kitchen, while Rikka met up with her friends.

"I want to see this death! Sage's Little Sister, don't try to take the death from me!"

"I am not your Little Sister! I am a great Night Blood Clan! I command you to hand over the item to me!"

Lying on the floor, the two Little Dot were vying for control of the remote control, exchanging barbs.

"They're just kids."

Nibuya Morika shook her head as she looked at the two of them, then turned her head to look to the side.

Under the moonlight, a slender, silver-haired beauty leaned against the doorframe, raised one of her White jade- like legs, and gazed at the moonlight on the horizon, lost in thought.

'This guy hasn't said a word since he came back, and he hasn't even flirted with Seeker of Truth like he usually does. He must be thinking about what happened this afternoon, right? Could it be that this staunchly opposed person is actually falling for him?'

Nibuya Morika thought to herself.

However, she underestimated the other party's stubbornness.

Natsukawa Masuzu was indeed concerned about what happened this afternoon, but right now she was only thinking about how to express her gratitude.

It's a little embarrassing to talk about, but I can't just pretend I don't know, can I?

Wouldn't that just make me look guilty?

"Da da."

"Rikka, you're back."

Hearing footsteps, Hasegawa Izumi turned her head to look.

"Yes, the worship ceremony is complete."

Takanashi Rikka nodded.

At this point, everyone else's attention also shifted to this area.

"Mater!"

Dekomori Sanae turned her head back.

"There's a flaw!"

Kōko's expression brightened, and he seized the opportunity to grab the remote control, rolled to the side, and then began changing the channels on the TV.

"Damn it, they actually ambushed Death! How can someone with such despicable methods be called True Ancestor Vampire?!"

Dekomori Sanae looked annoyed and pointed at her.

"Kukuku... What a fool! As long as the goal is achieved, the means don't matter! Don't forget, I represent darkness!"

Kōko laughed triumphantly.

"Hmph, don't get too cocky! I was just distracted just now; the battle has only just begun!"

With that, Dekomori Sanae pounced on Kōko again, and they rolled around together.

Hasegawa Izumi saw Rikka sit down next to her with a strange expression, and realized that she seemed to have something to say.

However, he did not bring it up on his own initiative.

About a minute later.

"Sage, what method should I use to find my father's whereabouts? My abilities are indeed insufficient."

Takanashi Rikka asked earnestly.

Although it sounds a bit lame, she felt it was necessary to ask. After all, every world has different settings, and it's normal for her not to know some secrets. It doesn't seem abrupt; they can just be hidden in certain places.

This is also the conclusion they reached through analysis.

"First, we need to confirm whether the concept of a 'netherworld' exists. If it does, and your father hasn't been reincarnated yet, then one day you'll fuse with the Sharingan's abilities and reach a certain level, then you can naturally try... If your father has already been reincarnated, then we'll need to confirm his reincarnation through other methods..."

At this point, Hasegawa Izumi glanced at her.

"If that's the case, then there's no need to bother them."

Takanashi Rikka answered decisively.

For her now, finding the Invisible Boundary has changed from a fantasy to a longing, but the obsession in her heart has also faded a bit at this time.

Because she has also matured mentally.

Life always involves experiencing things; it's impossible to have everything go exactly as planned.

"I see, I understand."

Hasegawa Izumi observed the girl's change and showed an expression of understanding.

Just half an hour later.

The aroma of delicious food wafts from the dining table, instantly immersing you in a sea of culinary delights.

Because today is a special day, my Little Sister granted her wish again.

So today, Jukka put in a lot of hard work, showcasing her skills as Holy Chef, perfectly presenting both Japanese and Italian cuisine.

She thought she would open everyone's eyes to a whole new world.

However, the reaction from others who tasted it was completely unexpected.

"Mmm, delicious... but not as stimulating as hot pot."

"The hot pot made by the Club President is still the best."

"The Holy Chef skills are no worse than Death's, but Dekumori prefers the hot pot made by the Lord Sage."

"Don't say that, the Holy Chef has already done his best."

That sounds really discouraging.

Jukka had heard of it before, but had never seen it with her own eyes, so she was still skeptical.

"Alright then, you can do it next time, Hasegawa!!"

Faced with such harsh criticism, she also started acting like a child.

"I?"

Hasegawa Izumi let out a soft "Eh."

Such a stark contrast is unavoidable.

After all, even the most Holy Chef can only accumulate experience in one lifetime, while he has countless culinary techniques to learn in his mind.

"Okay."

He didn't intend to speak up and steal the spotlight, but after feeling the enthusiastic gazes from the girls, he nodded in agreement.

Early the next morning.

"Knock knock knock..."

A greeting followed the knock on the door.

"Club President? Are you up yet?"

It was Natsukawa Masuzu's voice.

It was gentler and more genuine than usual.

"Get up."

Hasegawa Izumi responded.

"May I come in?"

"Random."

Natsukawa Masuzu pushed open the bedroom door, then carefully closed it behind her.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she was doing something wrong.

"Is there something you need?"

Hasegawa Izumi sat by the window, gazing up at the sky, his back to the girl.

"Club President, actually I came to express my gratitude..."

Natsukawa Masuzu knelt behind him, her red lips slightly parted.

"Are you referring to what happened yesterday? You were indeed quite careless, failing to notice that your spiritual energy was about to run out, and you can't even swim. You need to correct that."

He said it casually.

"Yes."

The girl nodded obediently, like a student listening to a teacher's instruction.

"Actually, there's something else. The Club President did... he gave me CPR, right?"

"That's right. The situation was urgent, and I had no choice but to do it."

Hasegawa Izumi paused for a moment.

"Club President, are you worried that I'll think Club President 're deliberately trying to take advantage of me?"

Natsukawa Masuzu sensed this subtle pause and immediately smiled with amusement.

The Club President definitely cares about me!

20th Obon Festival

"Even if you care, I don't care. I just think this is a necessary explanation."

Despite the girl's sudden attack, Hasegawa Izumi remained calm.

Behind her, Natsukawa Masuzu pouted, revealing an adorable side she never showed on ordinary days.

This is not a pretense, but a genuine expression of emotion.

"Did you come here just to show off? I suggest you use this time to think about how to improve. In terms of spiritual power, you are in the weakest tier, whether it's accumulation or mastery. Although this may be because your foundation in this area is weak, doesn't that mean you need to work harder to make up for this weakness?"

Suddenly, she heard the person in front of her continue speaking.

The girl's expression immediately froze, and cold sweat poured down her back.

She hadn't forgotten the significance of the Far East Magic Society; it was created by the Club President to find like-minded individuals.

If that's the case, then if you can't keep up with everyone else, will you be expelled?