The three of them, who had been anxious and uneasy, gradually calmed down instead.
They knew that no amount of nervousness would help. Though they were not sure whether their carefully fabricated lie would get them through this, it was their only way out.
What was coming would come sooner or later...
Ike Kanji and Yamauchi Haruki returned to their room as if nothing had happened, waiting for fate to pass judgment on them.
At that moment, Ayanokoji was still wandering aimlessly around campus, completely unaware of the conspiracy that had just unfolded in his room, much less that he was about to become the scapegoat.
When he returned to the dormitory and pushed open the door, Ayanokoji found the room in a complete mess—the chairs had been moved, and the books on the desk were scattered across the floor. Someone had clearly been there.
Expressionless, he simply began tidying up in silence.
He guessed that Yamauchi and the other two were responsible, but what puzzled him was why they had hurriedly left without waiting for him to return.
He had seen the messages on the Terminal long ago and had already prepared to subdue them by force, but now he was somewhat confused.
Still, he did not dwell on it—after all, no one could be allowed to interfere with his peaceful school life.
That evening, the three received word from their homeroom teacher, Chabashira Sae. Their unsettled hearts sank instead.
Following behind Chabashira, the three exchanged knowing glances and nodded to one another—proceed according to plan.
Chabashira led them to the club building.
The building, which was usually silent by this hour, was lit up now, as though foreshadowing a turning point in the three boys' fates.
Inside the Student Council office, the atmosphere was grave.
Horikita Manabu sat