The Infinite Dimensions Starting from The Irregular at Magic High School

Blanche's incident had only just passed, and now they had already been targeted by another terrorist organization.

It felt... like clearing stages in a game and fighting bosses, one after another.

"If you looked at it by the standards of old light novels, First High School would be the protagonist, wouldn't it?"

Erika's jab was exactly the same as what he had been thinking.

"Forget it, let's not talk about that. Tell me about you, Erika. What are you doing here?"

Mahiro turned back and carefully looked over the girl beside him.

By the standards of this era, Erika's outfit today was somewhat daring.

For her lower half, she was actually wearing shorts, and she had not put on any stockings to cover up.

Instead, she had left those long, smooth, jade-like legs brazenly exposed, crossed one over the other.

Braided sandals hung from her round, pearl-like fair feet, which swayed idly now and then.

Her upper half was a pink little camisole that left her fragrant shoulders bare.

This style of dress did suit Erika's bold personality. After all, in school gym class, she had been daring enough to wear some old antique she had dug up from who knew where—bloomers that had been obsolete for over half a century.

It had caused quite a stir at the time.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Erika had the personality of a mischievous child, the sort who enjoyed teasing others.

Even when facing Yotsuba Mahiro, who always made her suffer losses again and again, she was the same.

Just like now, she shifted slightly closer, and that faint, elusive fragrance drifted over with her.

Her slightly curved eyes were like those of a sly fox. And with her mixed-race features, which were already naturally alluring, she spoke as if tempting him:

"Are you entranced by my outfit? You can't, okay? You still have your dear Saya~"

After saying that, Erika smiled slyly and immediately pulled away from him.

"I wouldn't say entranced, but it is pretty daring. It suits you, and it's very pretty."

She looked like a rich young lady who had come here on vacation.

Oh, no, wait. She was a young lady from a rich family.

"But you still haven't answered my question. Why did you come here?"

"To cheer you on, of course."

Seeing that he had not taken the bait, Erika put away her mischievous intentions and answered very simply.

"But the competition doesn't start until the day after tomorrow."

As a spectator, Erika had come a bit too early.

"There is the Nine Schools dinner tonight, but friendly reminder, you're an unrelated person, so you won't be able to sneak into the venue."

"Hmph, I knew you'd say that. But today, we are related personnel."

"...We?"

Mahiro's brows furrowed. He realized things were not simple.

And in the next second, he heard familiar voices approaching.

Turning his head, he saw Mibu Sayaka and Mizuki Shibata appear in the lobby, walking over while chatting and laughing.

"Hey, hey, what do you think? I brought your beloved Saya with me."

Erika lightly nudged his arm with her elbow, her face full of teasing.

Sayaka also noticed the gaze from this side. When she turned and saw him here, she hurriedly trotted over happily and said in great surprise:

"Ah! Mahiro-kun, you really are here!"

"You came too, Sayaka. And Mizuki, long time no see."

Seeing his official girlfriend in public arrive, he was naturally very happy.

There was no need to think about it; Erika must have used some of her family's connections to be able to stay in this military facility hotel.

But...

"Why did you say I really was here?"

"We just ran into Tatsuya and Miyuki. Miyuki told us you were here," Mizuki took over and said.

But precisely because Mizuki suddenly cut in, he noticed the unusual outfits the two girls were wearing today.

"Hso!"

Yotsuba Mahiro's main selling point was speaking his mind.

But he could not really be blamed. Their outfits were indeed very eye-catching.

Sayaka had her hair tied in a high ponytail as usual, the ends of her black hair swaying gently with her movements. Under the bright lights, the tips of her hair had a faint sheen, making her look full of energy.

The hem of a simple white short-sleeved T-shirt was casually tucked into a pair of light-colored high-waisted jeans, outlining her slender waist and long legs.

Her height of over 160 centimeters, combined with that outfit, made her look especially tall and straight. With the confidence she had once lost now regained, her whole person gave off a fresh, otherworldly air.

Only, Mizuki's outfit beside her was, for some reason, every bit as bold as Erika's daring getup.

A camisole with thin shoulder straps, a plain skirt that sat well above her knees, and those magnificent ill omens of disaster—if anything, she drew the eye even more than the model-like Erika.

Unfortunately, Mizuki's naturally airheaded personality meant she did not notice the looks from the people around her at all.

Mizuki wearing clothes like this out of the house, and coming to a place like this, was obviously Erika's handiwork without even needing to think about it.

However, when Erika met his stare, she simply played dumb, turned her head aside, and whistled as if it had nothing to do with her.

"Um... is there something wrong with my clothes?" Seeing him first look at her, then turn his head and lock eyes with Erika, Mizuki could not help leaning forward slightly and asking curiously, "Is it because they don't look like they fit?"

After saying that, Mizuki even looked down at herself, far too at ease.

"...They fit very well, Shibata."

Mahiro answered as such, but his gaze involuntarily fell to Mizuki's chest.

Because those two white rabbits, following Mizuki's motion just now, had actually bounced mischievously twice right in front of him.

"But although I don't know exactly how Erika talked you into this, Shibata, I suggest you change clothes. Unless you want to run into some thugs."

"Huh?!!!!"

"...M-Mahiro, isn't this a bad idea? If we accidentally get caught..."

"Don't worry. There are so many people at the venue, no one will notice one more or one less. If anything really happens, I'll handle it. Just relax and come with me."

In the empty corridor, the hurried footsteps of the two echoed.

Sayaka was wearing a Course 1 Student uniform, and Mahiro was pulling her along toward the Nine Schools Competition banquet venue.

As for why things had turned out this way?

The reason was simple.

When Mizuki went back to the room to change, he had casually chatted with Sayaka, and as a result, Sayaka had accidentally revealed Erika's "plan."

No wonder she had said they were connected to the evening banquet. So Erika's idea was to run into the banquet and work as a server!

And not just Erika herself—Sayaka, Mizuki, Leo, and a guy called Yoshida were doing the same.

Erika was one thing. If she liked acting crazy, he would let her.

But making Sayaka work as a server?

He could not put up with that.

So he borrowed a set of uniform from Miyuki, had Sayaka change into it, and then took her straight to the banquet hall.

And honestly, Miyuki and Sayaka were not only similar in height, even their figures were not that different.

Unfortunately, close-fitting items like pantyhose could not be borrowed, so under Sayaka's white skirt right now, there was nothing at all, and her smooth calves were bare.

With a creak, Mahiro pushed open the banquet hall doors.

Since he had arrived rather late, the hall was already packed full of all kinds of students.

The colors of the uniforms they wore represented the schools they belonged to.

He brought Sayaka with him and slipped into the venue smoothly as well.

When Erika saw them, she looked utterly shocked.

"You've really got guts. You actually snuck in here with Kaka."

Erika, dressed in a maid outfit, saw him stuffing snacks into his mouth and handed him a nonalcoholic drink.

Mahiro took it, drank a big mouthful to wash down what was in his mouth, then said, "Of course. Fortune favors the bold, and the timid go hungry.

Besides, with this many people at the venue, no one will notice even if there's one more."

That was right. There really was no way to notice.

After all, the banquet hall's servers did not have detailed name lists of every school's students.

Not to mention, there were not many people bold enough to sneak someone into this kind of boring banquet like Yotsuba Mahiro did.

But Erika still could not help complaining quietly, "If I'd known this, I would've found a way to sneak in too. Why bother being a server?"

"Forget it. You guys have fun. This is too boring."

Muttering that, Erika set the tray down on the table and left.

It seemed she had already lost interest in staying any longer.

Sayaka, meanwhile, was still acting just as stiff and awkward as before, as if afraid someone would notice her, and she remained wary of everything around her.

Seeing this, Mahiro leaned in by her ear and reminded her softly, "Sayaka, act natural. Relax."

To be honest, at a banquet like this, there really was no need to be too nervous. Being poised and natural was the key.

Especially for someone who had snuck in, they had to act even more natural than everyone else, blending into the crowd so they would not be discovered.

Clearly, Sayaka had no experience with this sort of thing.

After all, this was her first time attending a Nine Schools Competition banquet—and she had snuck in!

Even after being reminded and doing her best to relax, the hand holding her wineglass still would not stop trembling slightly.

"Hey, Mahiro... is this really okay?"

Sayaka was very worried.

She did not care if she was caught, thrown out, or even punished. What she was mainly afraid of was dragging Mahiro into it.

"Don't worry. It's fine. All you need to do is enjoy yourself."

As he spoke, he gently took Sayaka's hand, their fingers interlacing and clasping tightly in comfort.

Feeling the warmth from his hand, Sayaka looked at him in considerable surprise, but the panic in her heart had already settled down.

With Mahiro by my side, there's nothing to be afraid of...

That being said, when it actually came time to greet people, she still could not help getting nervous.

For example, the trio walking over now.

"Mibu-senpai, we meet again. How is the size of the clothes? Is anything ill-fitting?"

The one asking was naturally Miyuki, an elegant smile still hanging on her face.

"Ah... ah, thank you, Shiba-kouhai. The clothes fit very well. There's no problem..."

Looking at the girl who had helped her and Mahiro, Sayaka cast her a grateful look.

But in truth, Miyuki herself did not understand why she had agreed to such an absurd request.

Logically speaking, she should have refused outright.