A Maid Café Again? Take It Away!

The Saint King realized what that meant.

The nun also knew...

But no one did anything, no one dared to say anything... and from that time on, the world grew darker and darker.

Finally, it was his turn.

The young, hopeful Saint King was eventually called into the room by the priest... but at that time he was helpless.

They couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

However... the Saint King always makes the right decision at the right time, as if he has received divine revelation.

In despair, he shouted at the figures passing by outside the stained-glass window—

[Help.]

"..."

"My king, I am very grateful that you are telling me all this."

The white-haired magical girl said this, then paused and said, "I know it was Cong Yu passing by outside... but didn't the other children shout?"

The Saint King said nothing, only looking at the other party.

After a moment's thought, the magical girl realized... indeed, because the other party was a priest, and the victims were all children from the Church.

Therefore, those who dare not speak out are in the minority.

Even if someone is crying and making a fuss, there might not be anyone passing by, and even if someone does, they won't offer help.

The magical girl almost understood.

"Then what

?"

To the magical girl who asked this question, the Saint King revealed a nostalgic expression. "I witnessed Cong Yu's schemes and plots."

"He rushed into the room with several nuns, and when he realized... the nuns were about to side with the priest, he took out a hidden knife and slit the priest's throat, splattering blood everywhere."

Upon hearing the Saint King's words, the white-haired magical girl pondered for a moment, "Does that mean Cong Yu made two preparations?"

Yes, that's absolutely true.

"As you said..."

"Then Cong Yu went on a killing spree, brandishing his blade, inciting the children, and murdering every adult who knew the truth..."

The Saint King said this, looking at the Monster strolling through the street within the water mirror's magic. "That is, all the adults."

"Cong Yu sent the children home, then burned the church to the ground."

"Cong Yu gave everyone a set of stories, and everyone's version was different, so it took the knight a long time to pinpoint a specific person."

"Make the carpenter's son say that the blacksmith's son killed him."

"Then he told the little blacksmith that if anyone asked, he should say that the fisherman's son killed him... and then he told the fisherman's son another version of the story, and so on."

"And our names are mixed in somewhere in the middle. After this arrangement, Cong Yu led me on my escape."

The magical girl understood the intention behind not being in the "last link," but rather "some link in the chain."

"Wang... how old were you back then?"

"Cong Yu is nine years old, and I am eight."

"..." Nine years old... That's terrifying.

The magical girl was somewhat taken aback. She couldn't help but open her mouth and say, "Will those children and nuns really act as Cong Yu wants?"

She asked this question first, then pondered for a moment, "Or is it that Cong Yu had already planned for a certain link in the chain to go wrong?"

If it's the latter, then the elaborate schemes, one after another, make the nine-year-old Cong Yu seem rather terrifying.

"It's the former."

"..." Magical Girl: "???"

The former... what is the former?

Oh... right, those children, did they actually act according to Cong Yu's plan?

"A succubus?"

Amid the magical girl's involuntary sigh, the Saint King remained calm and composed. "Rather than saying that, it's more accurate to say he possesses the charisma and leadership qualities of a leader... He is a born king, just like me."

That's a rather shameless statement.

However, the Saint King before them did not seem to be joking at all... just look at his face and achievements.

But I have to admit, what he said was true...

In fact, to the average person, the little-known Cong Yu could not be compared to the Saint King.

At this moment, Saint King realized that he had said too much about Cong Yu... It seemed that this guy in front of him had been constantly asking questions.

Are you interested in Cong Yu?

"That's what the Saint King asked."

"..." The magical girl looked away and silently shook her head... She certainly wasn't interested.

Who would dare steal your man...?

Well, speaking of which, although she has been the royal chief of the Saint King for so long... she still doesn't know whether the King is male or female.

"..." In response to the impolite yet probing gaze of the white-clad magical girl, the Saint King looked at the Monster who had left Oak Town in the water mirror.

Saint King silently took out his phone and started typing...

Then, very quickly, Cong Yu replied to the message.

[Cong Yu: I've been quite busy lately, so I might not be able to make it... As for the Monster, how about you give them a Spirit Vein?]

[Saint King: What do you mean?]

[Cong Yu: Let's just evacuate everyone... Don't tell me you're not curious about what the Monster want the Spirit Vein Nodule for?]

[Saint King: Interesting, but what are you busy with?]

[Cong Yu: Taking care of the magical girl who lives with me.]

"..." Saint King: "???"

Saint King: "..."

Saint King: "!!!"

Chapter 239 It's a maid cafe again, take it away!

Finally, after a long period of torment, Yaochuan Guang's illness was finally cured... Unfortunately, the illness of ordinary people was not cured.

So unfortunately, the school is still on holiday.

It's worth mentioning that, after various holidays and school closures due to bloodshed and illness... Wind City High School's academic programs are basically doomed this year.

School started in early September, but after only a short period of classes, Vampire broke into the school and killed people, leading to a two-week school closure.

After a few more classes, the Windsong Festival arrived in early October, followed by the virus monster from last time... or some kind of infected monster.

Because of this strange person, Windsong Day was implicated this time.

This incident was named the "Windsong Plague Disaster," which might seem absurd to people in other cities.

An event was named because only a few hundred people got sick.

If this were in Central City, let alone hundreds of people getting sick, even if hundreds died, this incident would probably just be assigned a "file number".

Called [Year X]

[Death on [Date]] and similar...

However, in Wind City, this is indeed considered a major event...

Besides the minors, many teachers fell ill, leading to a long period of school closures, and the progress of academic subjects has been completely ruined.

Fortunately... or rather, in a poignant way, this applies to both the teachers and students of Wind City High School, as well as the homeroom teachers and the principal.

No one cares about that.

Ugh, this makes it sound like nobody actually wants to go to class... Happy education is all about happiness! Happiness is the most important thing!

As for those who want to attend a good university...

She also has enough self-discipline to study at home... For example, Yaochuan Guang, who has tutoring from Cong Yu, hasn't fallen too far behind in her studies.

Or rather, she seems like a background figure in the club, spending all her time in the Gourmet Club, but in reality, she's an excellent Yuan'an Alisa.

Well, no matter what, he's a member of the family.

Even if she doesn't become the head of the family or inherit any family business in the future, her innate good qualities will make her academic performance unexpectedly outstanding.

However, after school reopened, everyone's mind was not on studying, and not many people cared about this aspect anymore.

It's already mid-October.

And at this point... we have to mention a very important event, a special program that often takes place in Japan high schools.

School Festival... also known as Cultural Festival, or School Open Day.

On this day, students will engage in activities in both their classes and clubs, and can also earn some extra money along the way.

This is a day that everyone has been looking forward to!

"Cough cough."

The homeroom teacher coughed a few times, standing on a pile of books and trying to stick her head out. "You all know about the school festival, right?"

Everyone showed great enthusiasm for this.

"Knew!"

"Okay!"

"The school festival begins!"

Amidst the huge cheers from below the podium, the homeroom teacher, who also seemed quite happy, jumped up and down a couple of times, nearly slipping on the pile of books and falling flat on his face.

Luckily, she turned around quickly, successfully turning a "facepalm" into a "butt-slam" – wow! So agile!

Then, the agile, short homeroom teacher, rubbing her bottom, stood up again. "The week after next! The school festival will be held this weekend, lasting two days."

With that, the homeroom teacher, under the now quiet gaze of the students, continued, "You all need to make your own arrangements regarding what activities our class will participate in during the school festival. There will be competitions as usual afterwards."

"Everyone needs help with class and club projects. However, we can discuss which side you'll be helping out on the school festival day. Aside from that..."

Before the homeroom teacher could even finish speaking, some students almost immediately raised their hands. "Maid cafeteria!"

People seemed uninterested in this.

Another maid cafe?

Wind City High School was open to the public that day, and many people came to the school to have fun.

Last year, Class A also opened a maid cafe, but they didn't have many customers at all... Even having Cong Yu attract customers outside the door didn't help.

After all, it feels like nine out of ten classes run maid cafes... Even if Cong Yu is very useful, it's uncertain how many customers she can attract.

So everyone looked at the homeroom teacher, waiting for her opinion.

As for everyone's expectations, the homeroom teacher pondered for a moment and came up with a very novel idea, "How about the school festival bar?"

The homeroom teacher, seemingly getting excited, said, "Those corporate slaves who work overtime during the day and at night, only having a little free time on weekends."

"These people frequent bars, so maybe... no, they'll definitely be interested in bars run by students."

Is that going too far? Office workers will cry, office workers will cry!

"..."

"..." might be very interesting, but...

Do you know you've broken the law?!

Without hesitation, Cong Yu picked up her phone and held it to her ear. "Hello? Is this the principal? I have something to say."

Class teacher. "Hey!"