Chapter 98

Natsukawa Masuzu made a sarcastic remark.

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

Nibuya Morika got up and left, glancing back as she spoke.

"This guy's gotten tough; he's not just a typical case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)."

Recalling the other person's pretense in the classroom, Natsukawa Masuzu's gaze sharpened.

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

When Nibuya Morika arrived at the Far East Magic Society, she noticed Hasegawa Izumi standing by the window, her fingers moving rapidly as she muttered something.

"Seeker of Truth, what are you doing?"

This title?

Hasegawa Izumi turned around in surprise.

When his eyes met Nibuya's, he instantly understood everything.

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

Mori Summer is back!

"I'm estimating the time of the Day of Heavenly Change, but due to the chaos of celestial secrets, 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 perhaps in the future, the elves will return to this world."

Nibuya Morika looked on with anticipation.

"Who are you?"

Upon hearing this, Takanashi Rikka completely bewildered.

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

She smiled and said this, her complexion subtly becoming rosy.

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

Takanashi Rikka was startled at first, then seemed to understand something, and her right hand transformed 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.

"Impossible! You're just an imposter, how could you possibly be Mori Summer herself!"

Dekomori Sanae shouted, dancing around.

"It doesn't matter. Both the Seeker of Truth and the Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King User acknowledge my existence. Your attitude is irrelevant."

Nibuya Morika responded very coldly.

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

Dekomori Sanae 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 Sea of Electrons."

Nibuya Morika chuckled lightly.

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

Dekomori Sanae stomped her feet in anger and embarrassment.

Nibuya Morika smiled without saying a word, offering no further explanation.

Leaving campus.

Hasegawa Izumi 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, Nibuya Morika walked slowly over, with a clear and insightful expression unlike any other.

"Seeker of Truth, 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 isn't a dream, Mor Isummer."

Hasegawa Izumi smiled gently.

"It's reality!"

"I am very pleased to see you return before the Great Era arrives. This way, our Far East Magic Society can form its fighting force more quickly."

In his view, among the four members of the organization, Mori Summer was a figure Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King User, while the younger Thunder Hammer User slightly lacking in mental fortitude, and the Greedy Witch was too cunning and lacked personal ability.

"Is it realistic? The thought of a perfect future... it's truly something to look forward to."

Nibuya Morika turned to look at the sky, where the rolling, boundless sea of clouds revealed a radiant smile.

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

Although her entanglement with Dekumori 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 Masuzu sat in a chair and frowned as she thought about what had happened that day.

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

She just hadn't expected the other person to enter a deep, chuunibyou (delusional) mode, and handle things so well both internally and externally that she couldn't find any room for ridicule, 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 Club President..."

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

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

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

I want to eat hot pot.

Takanashi Rikka suddenly spoke up.

Why are you suddenly bringing this up?

Nibuya Morika looked puzzled.

"It's probably because we had an elective cooking class this morning, which made the connection to food."

"Hasegawa Izumi thought for a moment and said..."

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

Nibuya Morika then spoke.

"Dark Hot Pot".

Takanashi Rikka's expression darkened.

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

Nibuya Morika's expression changed, becoming serious and earnest.

"Is that so? It seems I was overthinking it."

Takanashi Rikka looked around and then apologized.

"Where is Dekumori?"

Hasegawa Izumi turned her head and asked.

"Dekumori? I think..."

Dekomori Sanae 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. And sukiyaki made with Matsusaka beef brisket is also nice. 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, damned bourgeoisie."

Nibuya Morika Natsu muttered a curse under her breath, filled with intense jealousy.

"Dekumori, 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 Dekumori's house, I'll give you a visit... That's Wicked Eye of the Tyrant King said."

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

"What a mercenary fellow."

Nibuya Morika made another sarcastic remark.

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

Dekomori Sanae then gave the other two a disapproving look.

"Club President, 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 Truth already divined that you don't have any favorite food."

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

It's really annoying.

Is this the start of a counterattack?

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

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

Hasegawa Izumi's gaze shifted and landed on her.

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

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

"However, if the Club President makes the hot pot, I might like it."

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

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

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

Although he didn't focus on cooking, his skills did improve significantly because of preparing meals for himself and his Little Sister. He became quite versatile in his culinary abilities, exceeding everyone's expectations.

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

"If I were to make it myself, I'm afraid you guys wouldn't be used to it. My personal preference is for a strong, spicy hot pot with lots of chili peppers."

He gave an answer.

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

Dekomori Sanae looked startled.

"This could be considered a kind of 'dark cuisine' hot pot, I guess!"

Takanashi Rikka, looked embarrassed.

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

"If it's you, the Seeker of Truth, who did this, I'm definitely willing to give it a try, even if it burns my Magic Power circuits."

After considering it for a moment, Nibuya Morika felt it was acceptable.

"I'm dead too!"