At the start of the first round, the character controlled by Eriri launched a fierce assault, and the fight looked almost completely one-sided. (Continued)

At that moment, Nibuya Morika's gaze toward someone shifted in a subtle way.

"?"

Feeling a malicious stare, a question mark appeared over Hasegawa Izumi's head.

Why was she suddenly so resentful toward him?

After thinking it over, he understood.

Was she embarrassed because she thought he could even calculate her measurements?

She was worrying too much. He could tell just by looking at her that Nibuya's measurements were...

"More importantly, I'm more interested in what Lord Sage didn't finish saying just now, death!"

A few seconds later, Dekomori Sanae suddenly raised her hand.

"I can't say much more about that."

Hasegawa Izumi spread his hands, refusing.

Natsukawa had asked him to try it just now, so he'd shared what he'd learned. But since she'd already given up, he naturally couldn't share that private information.

It was a matter of mutual respect between club members.

"Such a shame, death."

Dekomori Sanae lowered her head and sighed.

If she could get something to hold over that woman, heh heh heh...!

The Supernatural Research Club's challenge to the Far East Magic Society might have become a hot new topic around school if they'd promoted it like they had before. But in reality, only the members of the two clubs knew about it.

The Far East Magic Society had already achieved its goal, so it didn't need any more attention. The Supernatural Research Club, meanwhile, wanted to keep up its mysterious image.

After all, if it was supposed to be "mysterious," it couldn't be common knowledge.

That hidden, roiling current beneath the surface was what set the underworld apart from the everyday world.

At that very moment...

The Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King User sat in a chair, her legs—wrapped in black thigh-high socks—crossed at the knee. One hand rested beside