Play with Mad Scientists!

"I think it's time to end this. I know the Ajito from the beginning."

Around a little around 6: 30 in the morning, out of the hotel that had been in with the four Mihos, Junko was making a phone call, doing the other hand in front of him and blocking the morning sun from dazzling.

"Yes, because I have an inside man. I've been getting a lot of information out of you. Fighting soldiers with experience in action was an achievement, as you can see. The closing point as data on whether or not you can use it on the battlefield is to make it fight Battle Creature, right? So..."

In the middle of the word, a sharp, eye-catching woman came through, so she rushed into the hotel lobby. He's probably a personal clothes counselor.

It is very troublesome to be heard. Even if you are a backstreet resident, you are relentlessly coached that you look like a minor opponent, and dozens of hours of sermons await you.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you the spectators or anything. Those people are my specialties, and they're important funders for research. Well, that's what I'm gonna say."

I hung up and got inside my white coat and whined as I went back inside the hotel.

"Well, True is bad for you, but winning or losing is a game that was decided from the beginning. Yeah."

"You think you've lost the majority of the main spirit pawns?

Following reports of the returning Makoto and Changko, Koike flashed his face.

"The grudges of hired killers and mercenaries have all been erased by mysterious magicians. After we even instantly solved our bonds, I don't know who it is, but it's a terrible user."

And, a real pot. This event was totally unexpected for the real pot as well. Although, of course, it is unexpected for all those in the Star Charcoal Flow spell. The way they receive a real pan is different from their nuances.

"Unless you're more than one magician, I don't know if you can think about it."

Changko says with a pale face.

"But then it would mean that Junko Yukioka hired more than one skilled sorcerer. If multiple magicians have moved at once, they are likely to get caught up in the information network behind them, but checking online isn't talking about that."

Makoto had hired a backstreet informant to do his own research, and I asked the person connected to me, but I had no idea who did it.

"Or hired a powerful magician to destroy the bonds and quell the spirits."

"No way."

Changko smiles at Koike's words.

"I know about two monsters who can do that. One is the current Star Charcoal Stream Witchcraft heir to the main house, Star Charcoal Shining. The other is the legendary Great Sorcerer, Shizuno Rei, who is said to live hundreds of years. If talented individuals comparable to them were hired, this would be a frightening threat"

"Then you'll have to get your hands on this one as soon as possible."

"Mm-hmm. Thanks. The wind is getting suspicious."

Koike meditated and closed his mouth at the same time. Changko, who can't decide what to do, waited for Koike's next word, but Koike never tries to speak. Confused, he turns his gaze toward the true pan.

"We still have to replenish the Spirit"

Receiving Changko's gaze, Makoto told him respectfully.

"I'll stay here. Mr. Egawa would like you to leave here and make a big hurry to replenish the new spirit. You can't replenish meat pawns, but you can replenish spiritual pawns."

"Wow, I get it"

Thank you, Changko leaves the room.

(Bogus old man with all his skill and two worldless and incompetent little daughters...... really lukewarm)

The real pot desperately suppresses the scornful grin that comes up.

(That's why I can't trust these guys with the future of star coal)

When I threw up in my heart, I drowned my head in the pond where I was still meditating, and the real pot followed the room in the pond.

In Miho's previous life, the strongest consciousness is his family.

A life where you must always care about your younger brothers and younger sisters who are born next. That never put my schooling away, but halfway through middle school, the volleyball club had to quit. Because I started working part-time in addition to my household income.

As a special case due to family circumstances, secondary school students were also allowed to work part-time, but they couldn't do the valley they had been passionate about until then, and their time to play with friends was almost cut off.

I never felt sorry for that, but I wasn't pessimistic. I also don't hate taking care of my sister and younger brothers in my hand. Rather enough to have been fulfilling. I relied on myself and my sweet sisters and brothers loved it.

Though I sold myself to the mustard agency for the sake of that family with the momentum to also give my life, there was an encounter.

The first person I seem to be able to rely on and the people I've had a hard time with.

It was a harsh environment, but therefore it had become so great in itself that in a short period of time it was no less than a family and no less so.

"You woke up early."

Takero speaks to Miho, who came to buy juice in the hotel lobby.

"You're early, too. I've always been the best sleeper there."

I didn't know day and night because there was no clock in the mustard engine, and the feeling of time was strange, but it was mostly the samurai who showed up the slowest.

"I can't sleep much. Thanks for the heartbeat. Junko said it was time for the last fight."

samurai says with an anxious face.

"I thought about it, but I'm not going to stop being insensitive to Miho."

Even if she told me so, Miho didn't say anything.

"Like I said before, I'm empowered with this kind of power. Strengthen your body and protect everyone. The power to be a shield. Even if you think rationally, the only way for everyone to survive is if I fight in a physical, unscrupulous way, okay? I also thank Junko for giving me this kind of power. So I'm happy to protect you, even if you're satisfied."

Miho - he didn't deny it this time, and he didn't blame it. Miho knew what was true, too.

Ability and role given to samurai. Samurai understands that and chooses the best way. At the same time, it fills the heart thirsting for the redemption of samurai.

However, if the nail was not kept to some extent, Miho had nailed it many times because of the impetus to run straight and die. Like Takero, Miho seems to be the one who best fits the hunch of heavy light.

"I know. To me, too. But, you know, you can't die. Let's definitely all live and get back to our original routine."

"Nothing, eh? I can't go back to my routine."

She smiled and gave it back, and Miho was stunned. I wanted to go back to my peaceful routine, but not really, I was completely oblivious, knowing the background of samurai, letting all my feelings run wild.

Miho stuck in words. Keep your gaze on the samurai with a smile on your face, I don't know what to say next.

(You suck, I...)

Similar feelings boil down to guilt. At the same time, the samurai, who thought he was an important companion, bites at the helplessness of not being able to speak a word to him about his unsaved destiny.

"Don't worry so much about it. I have a hand in taking care of Junko. As a help with research. Junko will feel safe."

"Well, that's true, though"

Once this matter has been cleared up, while returning to the daily routine, we have once again promised to cooperate in the study of Junko. Even though Miho didn't pay much attention to it as it was safe to entrust it to Junko.

(But is that really okay...)

Something is caught. No, Miho knows who that thing is.

Fumi Miho came up with the best development for Takero. Even from Miho, it was something to hope for.

"You know, more than that..."

"Oh, you're both early."

Junko comes and speaks up where Miho suggested.

"Oh, I interrupted where it was a good mood -?

"Yeah, I was in the way so much!

"No, no, no, no, because that's not true at all."

Miho snorts forcefully samurai and sounds like he has no heart or a wolf.

"Were you nervous and unable to sleep? It's all right. I assure you. Because I did it, and you're never going to lose."

"Though I'd love to."

To encourage Junko, samurai will be a nagging addition and subtraction.

"If we get rid of the star coal people who are trying to do us harm, we can all go back to our original world in peace, and there's just one more thing."

"But even if this thing catches on, that doesn't mean it's all over, does it?

Miho asks to confirm.

"It doesn't make any difference that we're the research material for Junko, and we're going to work together on that. Well, I would be happy to cooperate with Junko..."

"Ah, that's it. I was a little bummed, and I forgot to tell you."

Making sure to block Miho's words, Junko said away in a light tone.

"Sure enough, I messed with your bodies and turned them into beings who aren't ordinary people. It's true you treated me like an experimental bench. On the other hand, you were there selling yourselves. You happened to meet me in that, and you managed to escape that place. But hey, you're not in custody inside the mustard engine anymore, are you? Basically, I'm free, and if you don't want to, I don't think you have to get involved with me anymore. I mean, most of the data you already want is collected, right? However, I still have a few questions, so it feels like a regular check-up at my place for a while, so I was hoping you'd come."

I was listening, and Samurai felt uncomfortable. Junko breaks through this anxiety and proceeds as if to alleviate it.

In retrospect, I don't feel like this was always the way to carry a story like this. It's like I have that kind of muscle from the beginning.

A slightly budding suspicion in the samurai. But a few seconds later, the feeling had disappeared beautifully. I didn't even remember being suspicious.

"You're giving me a lot of thought. From what, thank you so much."

On the contrary, I swallow Junko's words as they are, on the contrary, filled with gratitude and thanksgiving.

"Hmm, because even I let you take valuable data, and this is how you protect me from bad people. I will never imitate benevolence."

"A benevolent Mad Scientist? Something's funny. Though I could say it sounds like Junko."

Samuro said with a smile, and Miho was also followed to spill a grin.