Chapter 350

"We just arrived."

"Any discoveries?"

"What else could we possibly discover? Everything is unremarkable; it might just be a false alarm."

"It should be true. I've had someone predict it; aliens do exist."

"Oh... really?"

"Isayama Yomichi said lazily."

"I know you're tired... but I can't help it, we're really short-staffed, and you're not satisfied with the people I assigned to you."

"Those people will only hold me back."

At this point, Jinguji Ayame was quite helpless. People like Teikyōko are rare in the world, but compared to the endless stream of Demons and Monsters, such Combat Power would be inadequate.

"Anyway, you can treat this mission like a vacation. I heard there's a Fireworks Festival that day..."

"Okay, I'm hanging up."

Isayama Yomichi didn't let her finish her pointless talk.

"Still watching fireworks..."

The girl scoffed, then her expression turned somewhat resentful, as if she were remembering that she was still a high school sophomore and that such a daily routine was perhaps what she should have.

Unfortunately, no one could watch the fireworks with her.

The only person who could move her heart was someone she was too shy to invite herself.

"Um?"

Isayama Yomichi's expression changed, and he leaped onto the rooftop balcony, turning his head to fix his gaze on a certain spot.

A girl dressed like Magical Girl from an anime was moving at high speed and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye. Judging from her skills, she was no ordinary Ability User.

Watching the other person walk away, she snapped the chocolate bar in half with a "snap," revealing an expression of great interest.

"We've only just arrived on the island and we've already met someone... Could it also be because of the 'alien' incident?"

"It seems this mission might be more exciting than I imagined."

Volume 4: 48 A scene of joy and harmony

A few days later.

The atmosphere on the resort island wasn't exactly harmonious, but the presence of the Fujiwara sisters, who were out of sorts, occasionally lightened the mood, making the trip relatively peaceful.

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a knock on the door.

What do you want with me?

Eriri opened the door and saw Silver-haired Witch; she immediately showed an impatient expression.

"Let's go outside and talk."

Natsukawa Masuzu completely ignored her attitude and simply said something indifferently.

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"I see. Then don't blame us for isolating you, Sawamura-san ~"

"You also contacted other people?"

"Because... nobody wants it to end like this, meaninglessly, right?"

Eriri watched the other person's departing figure, her expression shifting between light and shadow before she finally pursed her lips and followed.

We arrived at a pavilion in the forest.

Everyone sat down in a circle; everyone except the Fujiwara sisters and the Hasegawa siblings was present.

So, how should I start the conversation?

Eriri glanced at them and said, "I know you were eavesdropping too, weren't you? So, what are your thoughts?"

"I don't want to die apart from the Lord Sage."

Dekomori Sanae was the first to speak, but her usually high-pitched voice had become low.

"Me too."

Natsukawa Masuzu rested her chin on one hand, her smooth silver hair gliding across her cheek, looking slightly disheveled.

Even people like Takanashi Rikka, Nibuya Morika, and Shinomiya Kaguya, who don't usually show their emotions, displayed similar expressions.

It seems that this incident has been a big blow to everyone.

Eriri then realized with a start that she might actually be the most optimistic one.

So she sighed and said, "Actually, you don't need to be so pessimistic. Parting doesn't mean you'll never see each other again... For example, I had a period of cold war with Quan. He transferred to another school and didn't even tell me."

"Sawamura-san, are you cheering us on? That's strange... But are you showing off?!"

Shinomiya Kaguya said through gritted teeth.

The girls glanced at them sideways, some angrily, others with disdain.

"There's really nothing we can do about it, after all, we've been Childhood Friend!"

Eriri closed her eyes, spread her hands, and looked slightly smug.

"That's where you're ahead of us."

"You're just lucky."

"No matter how long it takes, it's still the same death as everyone else's."

This angered the others, who also spoke up in protest.

Although they argued, it was still more bearable than the previous gloomy and depressing atmosphere.

"Why."

Eriri opened one eye, glanced at everyone again, and said arrogantly, as if her true nature had been revealed.

"What a useless bunch, they need my guidance too."

This time, everyone ignored those remarks and shifted the topic to another area—

According to their understanding, the farewell that Hasegawa of was clearly something destined to happen, so it was useless for them to stop it. Even if they said "I'm willing to do anything" or held onto that man's hand tightly, it would be meaningless and would only make them look pathetic and ridiculous.

Let's cherish this hard-won time until then.

Soon, through discussion, everyone reached a certain degree of consensus.

Cooperation brings mutual benefit, while conflict leads to mutual defeat.

In the days to come, they could be competitors, but they could also be collaborators.

Outside the villa, at a small table.

"Strange, where did everyone go? I can't find them."

Standing in the shadow of the eaves, Fujiwara Chika held her hands in front of her eyes as if they were binoculars.

"Kukuku, shall I use blood magic to track their presence?"

Kōko took a sip of tomato juice.

"Superpowered Ability User really can do anything!"

Moeha, sitting next to him, looked on with envy.

"No need, I saw them come back."

Fujiwara Chika suddenly turned her gaze.

At this moment, beautiful young women in swimsuits emerged from the side path, each one graceful and alluring, enough to make even the world-class model exhibition pale in comparison.

Where has everyone gone?!

"We went out for a friendly sparring session."

Shinomiya Kaguya smiled slightly; her seemingly cold, scarlet eyes gave off a captivating, intoxicating beauty, like someone who had just drunk a glass of red wine.

Fujiwara Chika was stunned for a moment, until the chatting and laughing girls walked past her.

She could clearly feel that the atmosphere among everyone had become much more harmonious.

The girl was both happy and indignant upon discovering this.

[Damn it, why is everyone chatting behind my back!]

The girls came to his side and called out each other's names.

"Club President!"

"Spring."

"The Sage."

"Lord Sage."

"Seeker of Truth."

"Hasegawa."

The boy, who was leisurely spending his days in a rocking chair, put down his comic book and looked up.

"What's wrong?"

The girls' enthusiasm was exceptionally high, impossible to ignore.

Even his tone sounded inexplicably guilty.

"Club President, I've noticed something: ever since I ate Club President cooking, I can't eat anything else! If possible, I wish Club President could cook for me every day..."

"No."

As expected, the Silver-haired Witch's request was promptly and decisively rejected.

Even the others didn't react in time.

However, Natsukawa Masuzu was just saying it casually; her real purpose was to throw out a suggestion to start the next topic—

"Hmph! Club President, you'd better take responsibility! If I don't get to eat Club President cooking anymore, I'll starve! In that case, Club President, you should teach us how to cook, so that if one day Club President disappear, we'll at least have something to remember you by..."

These words highlight the sincerity of the speaker.

"Is this also your idea?"

Hasegawa Izumi didn't respond to her at first, but instead looked around.

"Um."

Everyone nodded.

"Izumi-chan, I want one too!"

Fujiwara Chika quickly raised her hand.

"Alright, then I'll teach you properly."

He then confirmed it.

After that, the group went to the kitchen.

The girls began to learn cooking skills from him in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

Most of them only had experience from cooking classes. Some had considered studying this subject, but gave up when they thought of the existence of the 'Holy Chef'.

After all, everyone has their own area of expertise, and even those with Ability User are no exception.

But at this moment, they were all fully focused on honing their culinary skills.

It wasn't that I wanted to prove anything; I simply wanted to take this opportunity to experience what it's like to be a newlywed wife.

Therefore, various harmonious scenes occurred in the kitchen, such as letting the men taste the miso soup and asking if it suited their taste, or letting the men teach the dishes step by step.

For a moment, everyone was in a harmonious and joyful atmosphere, as if they had formed a big family together.