Russell: Kid, You Think You're Fit to Be a Witch King?

He looked once more at the boy on the podium. Musical notes kept dancing around him.

Although...

He had no idea why the White Empress had sent someone to fool a model student into doing the work of some one-balled hero.

Still, if it was something she would rather fake her death and remotely control from a hospital bed than tell her sisters or even her teacher about, then it surely carried a few shades of anthropomorphism.

He might as well add a little fuel to the fire for them.

"Guys, do you want to see a pretty good comedy tonight?"

Russell raised a brow as he spoke to Xi and Itsori.

"A comedy?"

"It's not going to be some weird prank, is it?"

In an instant, Miss Xi recalled some of Russell's strange antics, and a hint of distance entered her red eyes.

—Some of the things Russell pulled really made her not want to get close to him.

"Hey, don't use a word like 'prank,' which sounds like it describes a child's brain, to describe my great plan."

Russell did his best to defend his behavior.

"What exactly are you doing?"

Xi set down her knife and fork and asked seriously.

Russell spoke leisurely.

"That old hag seems to be doing something rather inhumane, so I'm planning to give the local boss, the White Empress, a little surprise."

"Huh, are we taking down the local boss?"

"Do you need me to try summoning Mom's Demon Kings?"

Itsori immediately got into the spirit and did her utmost to show where she stood.

"Huh? You can summon those three things?"

Russell froze.

Hadn't Mio Takamiya's spiritual power been completely drained by him?

"Orosaku, Shakuran Kanki, Hyōketsu Kairai, and Beelzebub. Those are the only four I can use at this stage."