Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

However, during his foraging trip on the shore over the past month or two, Rohan noticed a change in his dreams.

What were originally diverse dream bubbles have gradually become heavier and heavier without us realizing it.

For dream demons, emotions have weight. Dream demons without intellect may not understand, but for purposeful and intelligent half-baked individuals like Merlin or Rohan Kishibe, they naturally understand the weight of emotions. But lately, it's been too heavy; love is heavy, hate is heavy, numbness is heavy.

This is similar to the intake of salt, sugar, oil, or other nutrients when cooking; an overly heavy and abundant amount of nutrients is something Rohan Kishibe strongly resists. While exploring the secrets behind the changing bubbles in his dreams, he encounters a dream that calls itself Luna.

Vast and expansive, but merely a reflection of the master's energy level in the dream; in reality, it is quite bland.

It only contains a single, simplistic emotion with repetitive content. While its purity is good, it is far too thin compared to the vastness of the dream.

It's substandard, completely substandard!

Rohan Kishibe refused to use this dream, which was like a huge source of gravity, as a reserve of food, but as he was leaving, he saw something different.

In this bizarre depths, a dreamlike radiance, unlike anything found here, is born. It is full of intellect, exudes an exotic aura, lacks human emotions, and is devoid of the scents favored by dream demons.

But for the newly crowned succubus Rohan Kishibe, this radiance was simply too dazzling. In the end, he chose to approach her.

At this point, he deliberately stopped talking, which aroused Fujimaru Ritsuka's urge to be paired up in a short, unexpected way.

"Your next line is, 'That's Luna, right?'" Rohan Kishibe made a finger gun gesture.

"That's Luna... What?!"

Rohan Kishibe revealed a smug smile. He didn't see Ritsuka Fujimaru making a knowing gesture under the table, or of course, even if he did, he would pretend not to see it.

After all, he's almost 40, but he's still a child at heart.

Look, he's treating the table like a piano, playing his Symphony No. 5, is it really necessary...?

Fujimaru Ritsuka gently tapped the cup with his spoon, making a clinking sound, finally interrupting Kishibe Rohan's smugness. He urged the national manga artist, "And then? Just how despicable were the methods you used to deceive such a pure and innocent little girl!"

"Don't make baseless accusations! Although I'm against marriage, I treat all children equally and kindly." Kishibe Rohan crossed his arms and clicked his tongue. "Then, I took a look and felt that the little girl was quite pitiful, with nothing to play with. So every now and then I'd send her a few movies from Taobao to cheer her up."

Good heavens, so it was you who did this.

"What? Is the teacher being so kind to a little guy who can't be used as material? Are you planning to pull off a Genji Project?"

It's obvious, far too obvious.

Rohan Kishibe immediately noticed his barely concealed nervousness and said with amusement, "That sounds very good. But I refuse!"

"One of the things I, Rohan Kishibe, love to do most is to reject women who think they are very beautiful with a 'NO'!"

"I'm going to become the number one cartoonist! Women are just getting in the way!"

"And that guy clearly sensed my core, humph. We cold-blooded folks can't keep each other warm."

It's so cold... I feel pretty hot, cough cough.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's thoughts drifted a bit, but she still heard Kishibe Rohan continue explaining his actions: "That little one thinks she can be brought into reality by crying and making a fuss? I won't indulge her. Being spoiled isn't a child's privilege. With a snap, I quickly threw her out."

Then I'll hand it over to you.

Rohan swallowed half of the sentence.

Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, then looked at Rohan Kishibe: "So, is there anything you want to say to me?"

"??? Kid, shouldn't you be kneeling down right now and begging me how to see her again?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka responded with an "oh," then gave a kind smile: "Kishibe-sensei, please let me know if there's anything you need me to do."

158. White Gunner: Dulalalalala! (6K)

From the very beginning, Fujimaru Ritsuka never fully trusted Kishibe Rohan.

Whether in the original work or in this world, Kishibe-sensei is a smart and proud person. He may be hoping to change something, but it is highly unlikely that he only knows this little bit of information.

He might not be able to confirm Luna's true identity, but to say that he had no suspicions at all would probably be Merlin's lie.

This guy definitely has his own motives.

When he asked Rohan on the shore, "What do you need me to do?" he felt the undisguised gaze of the man on the other side, as if he were assessing something.

How do you know?

Fujimaru Ritsuka casually spread his hands, his smile natural:

"From the very beginning, Kishibe-sensei wanted me to do something, right?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the patrol that blocked my way when I entered the city center was probably someone you led me there, right?"

"What's the reason?" Rohan Kishibe downed his Irish coffee in one gulp.

“Even now, sitting here, I still don’t understand why Luna appears in the photo. Either it’s a fake photo you intentionally created, or Luna’s real body is being searched for. But in any case, I saw Luna after seeing the photo, which is clearly abnormal.”

"Luna's striking appearance, especially her long golden hair, is quite rare in Chiba City. This is enough to show that either it's because of her dream form or your magic, that people around her subconsciously overlook her. But other superhumans, even awakened ones, occasionally appear here, and they haven't noticed her at all, so there must be a reason why I can see her."

"Illusion? Hmm, although I seem to have intentionally or unintentionally overlooked quite a few suspicious things when I was with her, judging from the fluctuations of the spell you cast on the people in the theater at the end, I should have been able to resist it. That must be because of the dream body?"

"Moreover, the timing of that last movie was too coincidental. I can't be sure about the first two incidents, but the last movie ticket was definitely given out by you through the cinema, right?"

clap clap.

Rohan Kishibe clapped his hands approvingly: "Not bad. Although the reasoning is completely illogical due to a lack of information, it has basically deduced the result in an ambiguous way."

"Of course. In this world, supernatural forces make reasoning something that is difficult to fully grasp with logic. A teacher of mine told me that in this case, we don't need to get too hung up on [How To Do It], but only need to grasp [Why Do It]. The motive for a crime is often more important than the method and the evidence."

Rohan Kishibe gave him a headache-inducing look: "They're treating me like a criminal, huh? This is really a headache... Why do you think I did this?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't comment on his affected, almost lazy acting, demeanor, and said matter-of-factly, "First, to satisfy manga artist Kishibe Rohan's need for realistic material, to see the entanglement between a non-human creature and a human; second, to satisfy the half-dream demon's craving for food, inherited from Merlin, to see a wonderful story, and to witness and see if Luna and I will have some delicious dreams."

“Three…” Fujimaru Ritsuka inexplicably raised her eyelids and stared at Rohan Kishibe, saying each word clearly, “Only if I meet her can some bad things be changed.”

So, which one is correct?

“All of them.” Rohan Kishibe smiled, his smile almost identical to that of a certain white-haired man, even the curve of his smile was exactly the same.

Not to mention, Fujimaru Ritsuka sensed the core of that smile, which was full of the amusement of someone who fears nothing more than a world without trouble: "The answer is all, Mr. Fujimaru."

"I can't go into the specifics yet."

“I don’t remember Merlin being such a riddle person, he’s not Sherlock Holmes…” Fujimaru Ritsuka patted her forehead and asked tentatively.

The other person remained silent and did not reply.

"Oath? Commandments? Or will talking about it affect the plan? Is Luna herself, or someone related to her, a troublesome person that we can sense just by talking about her?" Fujimaru Ritsuka pressed for more and more details, while Kishibe Rohan winked at him.

"Don't try to wink like that wanton dream demon. But I get it."

This reaction suggests I'm close to solving the mystery. The reason he didn't tell me was probably because he was afraid that knowing too much would have a negative impact...

Fujimaru Ritsuka leaned back in her chair, pondering the series of questions that had just arisen. Kishibe Rohan didn't respond; instead, he took out his sketchbook and began taking notes and sketching.

Amidst the rustling sound of her pen scribbling across the paper, Fujimaru Ritsuka managed to organize her thoughts.

He had a premonition that if he didn't get involved, Luna might only have that one chance to appear in reality.

From that perspective, he didn't want to see the golden retriever he'd spent most of the day with just disappear like that.

I'd also like to hear her opinion on the movie, see her delight at eating something delicious, and then see her wearing the outfit she bought herself. After all, this girl's taste in clothes is really terrible.

So Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Kishibe Rohan, who closed his notebook and looked up: "Well, have you thought it through?"

The familiarity of the words made Fujimaru Ritsuka feel a little dazed. She could only say that this guy was truly getting his just desserts. Once she had confirmed enough information with him, it was no longer a matter of what the other wanted her to do; if anyone wanted more, it was herself.

"Kishibe-sensei," Fujimaru Ritsuka bowed deeply, "please guide me!"

"Catch!" A dark shadow flew towards Fujimaru Ritsuka, who then caught it steadily.

Then he froze.

Before he could clearly see what was in his hand, he had a few guesses:

If he has a special weapon, such as a holy sword or a holy dagger, it means that he will use the weapon to defeat the evil dragon that kidnapped the princess and bring Luna back—this is a proper hero story.

If he holds a mask, then perhaps he will transform into someone to rescue the princess or to bully others—this is an imitation of King Uther in a certain version of the legend, a rather unconventional hero story;

If it were a potion, they might have to force-feed Luna's true form the potion, making her fall in love at first sight with the first person she sees after drinking it—that would be a somewhat lewd and violent Nibelungen epic.

If it's silver-patterned, then it's from the next dimension, cough cough.

But what is a cloth-filled pillow with wood panels on both sides?

Fujimaru Ritsuka was confused.

Rohan Kishibe shook his head, pointing to his temples with his fingers: "Use your brain and think! Where did all your occult knowledge go?"

"The pillow is made of oak on both sides and filled with mistletoe. Both are sacred objects used by druids in Celtic mythology."

"Merlin is a druid, after all, a Celtic druid who assists a monotheistic monarch and knight." Rohan Kishibe mocked the guy who was practically his mentor, then continued, "For now, the only help we can give Luna is to try to let you meet her more often in your dreams. Sleep with this pillow; it'll make my spellcasting more accurate and less resource-intensive."

"Ah... okay. On a side note, is it okay if other people live in my dreams?"

"Why is it like Merlin's memory, with all sorts of random things in the dream? Don't worry, it's fine." Rohan Kishibe patted his chest and assured everyone.

Fujimaru Ritsuka hesitated for a moment, then gave up on continuing. After all, Kishibe Rohan meant well, so there shouldn't be any problem... right?

Rohan Kishibe stretched, indicating that their hour-long conversation was drawing to a close. Perhaps having achieved his goal, Rohan Kishibe, in a cheerful mood, said to Ritsuka Fujimaru, "Actually, there was a clear flaw in your reasoning just now."

"what?"

“That’s it… When did you start to have the illusion that you’ve never been under my illusion?” Rohan Kishibe snapped his fingers triumphantly.

As the fog dissipated, Fujimaru Ritsuka was startled to find her phone vibrating incessantly in her pocket, while Kishibe Rohan, with his legs crossed, showed no remorse: "Actually, your resistance to illusions is quite strong. But I still managed to do it—that is, I induced you to focus your clear mind on the present moment, and everything else was subconsciously ignored, so... none of the people who disturbed my plans today were able to contact you."

He raised his eyebrows, clicking his tongue in amazement: "But you know, your phone's been vibrating pretty frequently. Are your other girlfriends getting worried? Just looking at your face, I can tell you're like Merlin, entangled in a bunch of messy, complicated relationships..."

Rohan Kishibe was still spouting nonsense, lecturing Fujimaru Ritsuka not to court death and provoke too many people, but Fujimaru Ritsuka had no time to pay attention to his ramblings.

After regaining his senses, he remembered some things that had happened that morning. He swallowed hard, took out his phone, and was about to press the answer button when the call ended.

Missed calls: 99+

Recent call: 5 seconds ago.

Unread messages: 99+

Breaking news: Two minutes ago

With trembling fingers, before he could even open the latest news, a notification popped up: