Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

Lisa spat, sighing inwardly that the kid had gotten away again, and could only nod and reply, "Yes, it was during the examination of Ms. Kiyokata last night that we discovered the situation. Although it's different from Ms. Sayuri Sawamura's, there are indeed signs of this. Therefore, we conducted a control group."

After completing the inspection and cleaning last night, Lisa Lisa had one of the two wives, Sayuri and Qingfang, wear the product they developed, while the other did not. Now it's time for the inspection.

Next, the reins were entirely in Lisa's hands. She pulled the two ladies inside and began examining them using the Mirror of Eros.

Eriri followed her inside out of concern, while Yukino stayed outside. Fujimaru Ritsuka, seeing that she still couldn't sneak away, grinned and approached, "Hey~ this breakfast looks pretty good. Here, have a couple of bites."

Yukino sighed, but still handed over the hand roll and milk she was holding.

Fujimaru Ritsuka happily opened the package and began to eat.

Hand rolls are somewhat similar to sushi, but they're wrapped in a layer of nori seaweed, making them look like small sticks you can hold in your hand. This one is clearly handmade; the nori seaweed is toasted, giving it a crispy texture. Like sushi, hand rolls use vinegared rice and are filled with crab roe, cucumber, lettuce, and fried fish, seasoned with salad dressing.

A bite of hand roll, a sip of milk, and you've got all the starch, fiber, and protein you need for the morning.

"How does it taste?" Yukino asked casually, watching him wolf down his food.

"Hmm... the taste is just so-so. The seaweed was a bit overcooked, the vinegared rice didn't have the right texture, and the seasoning for the fried fish wasn't quite right..."

"If you don't like it, then don't eat it." With each reprimand, Yukino Yukinoshita's lips curved downwards slightly. She kept her hands behind her back, her tone unreadable.

"But surprisingly, it has a homey feel to it. Even though it's a work that a housewife has to work hard to put together in the morning, there's a warm feeling in it."

Her face brightened up. Although people who didn't know her well might not be able to tell whether she was smiling or not, they could definitely understand her mood: hadn't she suddenly become energetic after going from a worried and gloomy look?

Yukino turned her face away, not wanting to see the guy's wicked grin.

This guy... he obviously knows who did it, right? So he's happy to see my face changing like that, isn't he?

Yukino, who was complaining in her heart, didn't want Fujimaru Ritsuka to see her expression. She walked out with her hands behind her back, suppressing the urge to hum a little tune.

Feeling a little excited, she whispered as she approached the lab door, "I won't hold it against you this time."

Fujimaru Ritsuka finished the hand roll in a few bites and only breathed a sigh of relief after watching Yukino's figure disappear: Yukino's mood has finally returned to normal, that's good, that's good.

"So it's time for you to come out, right, Haruno-nee!"

"Oh dear, you actually found me, your older sister." Yang Nai suddenly appeared from behind the door, looking quite indignant.

"Sigh, this little sister... she's just a little sister! She let you off so easily!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka rolled her eyes at Haruno's exasperation: "That's because it was never going to happen, okay? Does she really think I would seduce your mother?"

Haruno seemed thoughtful: "That's true. If it were me, Yukino-chan would still respect her mother quite a bit. She was only a little angry at you for saying such nonsense. But I would be different..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka pretended to be deaf and dumb, ignoring Haruno's implied meaning: "What brings Grand Steward Kanai here?"

"Of course I smelled the money. I need to go in and check it out. Sigh, I'm just destined to be a busybody. Fujimaru-sama, is there anything we can do to reward our dutiful older sister?" Haruno gave him a knowing look.

"Promote your official rank and title! Appoint you as the Chief Executive Officer of Chaldea, and enjoy the privilege of not having to wear a sword or carry a hat, and not having to pay homage to anyone by name."

"You're trying to force me to rebel. I've read Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

"You're dreaming. Powerful ministers always have to arrange marriages."

Yang Nai leaned closer and winked at her: "We can even connect, I'll discuss it with you right now."

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned and ran: "Don't come any closer, you pervert! I'm not even 18 yet!"

Yang muttered to himself, "He has the desire but not the courage." Then he turned and headed towards the laboratory.

It's just that he didn't hear it. If he had, he would have definitely dragged this older sister, who has been increasingly fond of teasing him lately, into his room... and stuck notes on her.

"You'll all realize your mistake when I turn 18 this year," Fujimaru Ritsuka consoled herself, then quickly moved away from the Magic Workshop.

He had done most of what needed to be done here, and there was no point in staying any longer, so he decided to go out for a walk.

These past few days, if I hadn't been studying hard or helping two magicians in the lab, I'd been cooped up in the Chaldea mansion for so long, I'd almost gotten sick from being cooped up like that.

Moreover, he also shoulders the important responsibility of experimental testing personnel.

He pulled a pair of glasses from his pocket.

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Although they hadn't figured out the source of the strange sensations felt by the two ladies and themselves, the two great magicians still made some progress—in addition to effective suppressive or symptomatic treatments, they also developed observation devices overnight.

That is the [Eye of Eros] in Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand.

This thing can be considered a simplified version of the [Mirror of Eros]. The original Mirror of Eros can be used to observe all the subtle changes in the emotions of ordinary people. Although even Lisa Lisa and Beki Deishuu, who use it from time to time, cannot figure out the details of the changes in the light orbs and waveforms, it still has a strong ability to make judgments overall.

The Eye of Eros is somewhat different. Although it can only observe the dominant emotion and is not good at judging the timing of emotional changes, it can detect abnormalities in others.

“Black represents aggressive emotions such as anger, yellow represents positive and beautiful colors such as happiness, blue represents non-aggressive negative emotions, and the red mesh represents that you have found the right person.” Fujimaru Ritsuka recalled what Lisa Lisa said last night and put her glasses on.

On a side note, last night when I was working with Lisa and the others on researching eyeglasses, they suggested that if both lenses were made to be able to observe emotions, it would affect vision. Therefore, they initially planned to make monocles, the kind of glasses favored by modern gentlemen.

Then Fujimaru Ritsuka firmly refused.

Others may not understand, but surely he, a man who loves studying history, understands?

Modern monocles don't have temples or nose clips, so how are they fixed in place? They rely on the eye socket. It can only be said that those Westerners have deep enough eye sockets to hold them in place.

However, this way of wearing glasses is still unstable. This instability has led gentlemen who wear monocles to specially attach a chain to their collar to prevent it from breaking.

It is said that many people still like to wear these monocles, because the wearer needs to use facial and neck muscles to hold the glasses in place, which can easily create an imposing and dignified impression.

Fujimaru Ritsuka can only say whatever makes you happy. I don't like this outdated style... At least get a power level detector like Frieza's!

After putting on his glasses, his right-hand field of vision changed significantly. A passing member of the enforcement team greeted him, and Fujimaru Ritsuka saw him as a sea of ​​blue in his right-hand field of vision. Hmm, this guy definitely has no confidence in the upcoming exams.

After bidding farewell to the members of the execution team who were rushing back, Fujimaru Ritsuka hopped on a spare motorcycle from headquarters and roared out of the mansion.

The mansion was located near Chiba Port, surrounded by a large non-residential area, which was private property with few outsiders around. Therefore, he decided to go to the bustling Chiba Port area to check out the situation.

Chiba Port was already bustling with activity by morning.

Located within Tokyo Bay, opposite Tokyo, Chiba Port has always been one of Chiba City's busiest trading ports. It handles a very high volume of cargo daily, unloading containers of various important bulk commodities and large shipments of seafood.

With the roar of the engine, Fujimaru Ritsuka arrived.

He lowered the motorcycle stand, took off his helmet, put on his glasses, and then fell into a daze.

Too much.

Observing with your left eye, this is just an ordinary morning in Chiba Port, something you could see anytime: an uncle driving a forklift, an elite middle-aged man complaining about the slow pace of cargo entering the port, and young sailors finally able to go ashore. They are either busy or chatting, forming a vibrant and everyday scene.

In the world of his right eye, however, the scene was completely different.

Among a considerable number of people, almost four or five out of ten have red netting covering their entire bodies. Some people with extra bright red netting have become particularly irritable, and their conversations with friends and colleagues often descend into hysteria.

Fujimaru Ritsuka could clearly see many people parting ways while chatting, looking both confused and angry. And many people even found red nets appearing out of nowhere on their bodies as they walked.

He silently touched his waist, where the runes on the simple amulet chain were faintly flashing red.

Turning his motorcycle around, Fujimaru Ritsuka realized that there was no need to investigate Chiba Port much further; what he should do now was immediately move on to other areas to confirm the issues.

For example, the East City Club.

With one hand gripping the motorcycle handlebars, Fujimaru Ritsuka dialed someone's number with the other, quickly contacting the old man of the Tojo Clan using this dangerous driving posture.

During the phone call, he did not reveal the whole truth, but vaguely asked him to gather some trusted confidants to wait for him at the East City Club headquarters building.

He had no hope, but he was somewhat surprised when he entered the East City Club—not that no one in the East City Club was infected with that inexplicable thing, but that none of the core members of the East City Club had been infected.

Completely bewildered, he looked at the group of people again and again until they were completely confused, then waved his hand to indicate that everything was alright.

"Lord Fujimaru, are you really alright?" the old man from the Tojo Clan asked him before leaving.

Fujimaru Ritsuka blinked: "Emmm... When you have time, have the elite members of the execution team who assist us come to headquarters."

"I understand." The old man bowed and saw him off.

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After leaving the Tojo Clan building, Fujimaru Ritsuka silently took out his phone, made a call, and after hanging up, he pushed his motorcycle to a secluded corner and leaned against the side to wait for someone to come over.

A dozen minutes later.

"I'm sorry to have kept Fujimaru-sama waiting!" Itohori Yuuma quietly appeared in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up at him; from the perspective of the Eye of Eros, a crimson network could be seen.

He didn't say anything, but first tossed over a bottle of medicine.

"Drinked."

"Yes!" Yuma Itohori didn't ask what it was at all and swallowed the medicine without hesitation.

Fujimaru Ritsuka breathed a sigh of relief as the red network slowly faded: "Did you know that Grandpa Ryuichiro met with me with the core members?"

Yuuma Itohori remained silent; he hadn't been part of the Tojo Clan's team just now.

That was a difficult question for him to answer.

"Since when the young master of the Tojo Clan is no longer considered a high-ranking member? Come to think of it, I don't think I've seen your young master, the young head, during my last few visits to you all." Fujimaru Ritsuka idly examined her fingernails, as if she could see something special in them.

Yuma Itohori stammered, "It's not what you think, Mr. Fujimaru. Our Tojo Clan... is very sincere about cooperating with Chaldea."

Among the three assistant leaders of the Tojo Clan, Yuta Sohara was the most reckless, while Yuma Itohori, although equally capable in combat, even more so than Yuta Sohara, was also skilled in both martial arts and academics and was very familiar with the situation of the Tojo Clan.

In modern times, the Japanese government has been trying to suppress yakuza organizations. Even established ones like the Yamaguchi-gumi have managed to survive a little better by quickly transforming themselves and getting involved with some political figures.

As a subordinate group, the Tojo Clan, backed by Chiba City, actually has decent assets and controls some shady but not unsettling gray businesses in Chiba Port, so it's not bad—but how can that compare to after getting involved with Chaldea?

The reputation of the construction company affiliated with the group was greatly enhanced, and it landed several lucrative projects. Assets that were normally difficult to transfer and launder were turned a blind eye by the relevant departments, allowing the group to hold a number of lucrative investment funds on behalf of others. Even the police, who used to occasionally come to give them a warning, became much more polite.

It's just a matter of abandoning those overly immoral businesses and increasing manpower investment in intelligence gathering for Chaldea. Why not?

However, under the influence of another junior leader, the young master was quite resentful. Although he didn't say it explicitly, his attitude made his subordinates understand his thoughts: if his organization had to rely on Chaldea to survive, what would become of the Tojo Clan's decades-long prestige? Wouldn't that be like being treated like a dog?

Goto Yuuma actually understood their thoughts. The smuggled white flour business they had given up was the foundation of the young master and the other young master's support base. Moreover, the milder methods of debt collection had saved them a lot of money. Driven by profit, they started to cause trouble.

And what about Ryuichiro Sakamoto?

This ruthless tyrant is old after all; he's finally softened.

Yuuma Goto sighed silently. He had never expected Ritsuka Fujimaru to bring this up so directly. In his mind, as long as the Tojo Clan worked diligently for Chaldea, they would eventually be suppressed and have their business stolen once the young master took over. Naturally, they would still obediently cooperate according to the bottom line drawn by Chaldea.

You know, that's Chaldea! It's an honor for us to be the dog of the Chiba Strange Incident Organization!

As an orphan adopted by Ryuichiro Sakamoto, he had some affection for his organization and naturally didn't want to expose the internal struggles to Ritsuka Fujimaru, leaving the person in front of him with an impression of being unpromising.

Not knowing what Itohori Yuuma was thinking, but seeing his troubled expression, Fujimaru Ritsuka guessed something. He sneered, looking at Itohori Yuuma's astonished expression, and said expressionlessly, "I say, Itohori Yuuma, you don't think I'm still fretting about your internal strife, do you? The fact that I'm here means the trouble is there. Just say it, you're involved in the strange events."

Yuuma Goto quickly lowered his head, thought for less than a few seconds, and immediately replied, "Is there anything you need me to do, Fujimaru-sama?"