Elysia, You've Got to Learn to Make an Alt Account!

Upon hearing that, the girl spoke with utmost seriousness.

Russell: "..."

What pure, simple feelings.

It reminded him that he, too, had once seemed to have learned guitar and piano.

He claimed it was to cultivate his temperament and let his dreams soar.

In reality, it had been so that, at the right time and place, under the attention of a crowd, he could thoroughly act like some cool tough guy.

"So, you never considered that you might scare my heart into stopping?"

Russell looked at the pure detective girl, free of any refined tastes, and asked.

At that, the girl's face showed an awkward expression.

She seemed to realize that what she had just done rather resembled a school bully giving a teacher a show of force.

"Next time, next time I won't."

There would be a next time?

His fists clenched.

No, she was soft-spoken with everyone else, yet she was playing pranks when it came to him?

Russell's eyelid twitched slightly.

"Very good. Prepare to switch bodies for class."

Russell smiled as he condensed the talisman known as Sheep into form, then tossed it before Elysia.

Wasn't the essence of humanity just monkeys repeatedly beaten by their environment, either yielding or stubbornly refusing to change?

So, it was reasonable for him to create a few minor difficulties for Elysia.

After all, who went through life without taking a few losses?

For some reason, Elysia felt as though danger lurked everywhere.

Was it an illusion?

She looked around and found nothing nearby that seemed capable of threatening either her or her teacher.

It had to be an illusion.

She had probably judged him by her own standards and never expected Russell to hold a grudge.

Thus, holding the talisman and carrying the clone's body on her back, she