Chain Casting (Part 1) (21-1=20)

Shiori still had not forgotten what Origami had discussed with her.

As for sprinkling the packet in her hand into the other person's cup of water...

Something so evil...

As a normal, ordinary girl with proper values, no matter how she thought about it, she knew what choice she should make, right?!

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Taking advantage of the brief lull before the gathering, Shiori pushed open the door.

Her gaze locked tightly onto the thermos Ellen had left on the table. Ellen had already been dragged away by the trio, making this a heaven-sent opportunity—no, this was the time for her to act!

Her palms were still trembling slightly. Doing something bad of her own volition was a first for her.

For Itsuka Shiori, an ordinary female student who was usually gentle and softhearted, this was clearly far beyond her limits.

But—

The moment she thought of the harm Ellen had caused Huanyue—

Shiori's loosened fingers clenched again.

Damn it, how could she have such weak thoughts? The other side was the enemy!

The weak me—was already dead!!!

Even Shiori's art style had turned rougher, as though a fierce flame had ignited in the air around her. With a focused expression, she unscrewed the cap and poured the colorless, odorless substance inside.

The instant she stepped out of the room, the flames went hiss, as if someone had dumped a basin of cold water over her head, and immediately died out.

Shiori felt her legs trembling.

"Eek... I-I actually did it..."

Mist-like tears welled from the corners of Shiori's eyes. Her chest rose and fell violently, and even her breaths through her nose had grown heavier.

This was still too thrilling for her. No matter what, she was just an ordinary girl.

Huanyue, give me strength!

As she silently repeated those