"Someone really came to make contact with Flata..."
Croix sighed.
These past few days, he hadn't minded going out every night with Dekan and Cornelia.
But he always felt that Dekan's way of thinking was pretty bizarre.
Dekan: "A good jungler always waits where the enemy least expects."
Croix: "You were sure she'd show up?"
Dekan: "No idea. My life experience just told me I should try waiting here. No harm if she doesn't show, and a huge win if she does."
Croix: "???"
Just then, a little black cat nimbly leaped to Dekan's feet.
"Flata ended up throwing that card into the river, meow."
"Oh? Looks like the kid's finally learned to stay in his lane."
"After you put her through all that, she wouldn't dare do anything stupid again, meow."
"I call that winning people over with virtue and reforming a spoiled brat."
"Pah! Get lost, meow!"
This was the deal Dekan had made with Cat Teacher.
He'd promised to carry Cat Teacher through the Shadow World once, and in return, Cat Teacher would help him keep an eye on Flata.
So Cat Teacher had been hiding in Flata's shadow all these days.
It used its magic to pass information to Dekan.
As a result, every day after school, Dekan took Cornelia and Croix to wait near wherever Flata was.
"What should we do next?"
"We'll reform her. That'll take the kindest person on our team—you."
Dekan patted Croix on the shoulder.
Then the two of them went downstairs together.
Neither of them was nimble enough to make a flashy leap down like Cornelia.
Croix could have pulled off some fancy tricks with wind magic.
But Dekan didn't think it was safe.
Better to just take the stairs like normal.
By the time the three of them and