Don't use Type-Moon references in Oregairu!

This expression, somewhat like a cub timidly observing its surroundings from behind its parents, makes it even more unbearable.

Yui Yuigahama's eyes lit up with hearts: "Kawaii! Whose child is this? Hiss..."

She gasped uncomfortably, quietly retreating to Yukino Yukinoshita's side, and asked furtively, "Could it be yours? It's only been one night and it's already like this? No, no, even though anything can happen in the supernatural world, this child's hair has the dominant blonde trait. Even if Fujimaru-kun has foreign ancestry, it's impossible for it to look like this. Could it be a child from Fujimaru-kun's affairs?"

She went further and further as she spoke, which angered Yukino Yukinoshita, who interrupted her delusions and flicked her forehead hard, making her cry out in pain.

However, Yukino didn't want to explain too much in this situation, and just vaguely said, "It's related to what happened last night when we went to Eriri Sawamura's house. Anyway, don't make wild guesses. We'll talk about it properly in the clubroom later."

"Oh..." Tuanzi pouted unwillingly, temporarily stopping her wild imagination, and pulled Yukino through the door by leaning on her shoulder.

Yukino Yukinoshita looked disgusted, but she couldn't break free from this increasingly strong guy, so she had no choice but to let her be.

Seeing this, Abigail reached out and took Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand. Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little surprised, but she still held Abigail's hand and walked into the school.

However, as she walked in, seeing the curious students peeking around the school, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt that she was about to cause quite a stir again.

...As long as the melodramatic family drama that Yui imagines doesn't happen, I don't care!

The four walked on until they reached the teaching building. Fujimaru Ritsuka greeted Yuigahama Yui and Yukino Yukinoshita, bidding them a temporary farewell. He then took Abigail's hand and headed towards Shizuka's lovely office.

Fortunately, Jing Ke'ai arrived at work quite early in the morning. She was organizing the exam papers in her hands, preparing to take them to class for the exam.

Seeing Fujimaru Ritsuka walk in, she greeted her first: "Yo~~ Isn't this Fujimaru-kun? How did things go yesterday?"

Hey lady! There are other people in the office. Did you drink too much again last night? Why are you so careless and unguarded?

Fujimaru Ritsuka subtly twitched her nose and indeed detected a faint scent of alcohol hidden beneath the perfume.

This guy actually went drinking last night!

Sensing that a teacher in the office was paying attention, he quickly brushed off Hiratsuka Shizuka's slip of the tongue: "Yes. I met with my family's friends yesterday. However, they had to leave early, but since they were going to a remote area for research, it was inconvenient to bring their children. So her daughter will be staying here temporarily for a while."

This friend of my family is nothing special; his name is just Yog Sothos.

"Oh, hahaha...yes, that's right. So you're a little inconvenient, and you came all this way to see me because you want me to look after your friend's child?" The hungover-stricken, adorable girl suddenly remembered that there were other teachers watching in her office, and quickly went along with what Fujimaru Ritsuka was saying.

"Yes, Ms. Hiratsuka. Abigail is very well-behaved. Could you please open the door to the activity room for me? We'll pick her up after her exam at noon, so we won't cause any trouble for the school."

After smelling the alcohol on Hiratsuka Shizuka, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately changed her plans—this woman probably failed at her blind date again last night, and it would be better to let Abigail sit in the club room for a while rather than let her take care of others in her dazed state.

He pretended that he had come to ask the teacher for permission to store non-school visitors in his activity room.

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't notice that Fujimaru Ritsuka had changed her mind. She nodded and readily agreed, "Sure, I'll take the keys and we'll go together. Anyway, there's still almost half an hour before the exam starts."

Abigail tugged at Fujimaru Ritsuka's sleeve, a little annoyed, and said, "Captain, are you going to put Abigail somewhere else? Abigail wanted to see how you usually attend classes at school. How about I go with you to the classroom?"

Normally, Abigail wouldn't do something like this, but she was genuinely curious about Fujimaru Ritsuka's daily life—she had never seen a captain living in such a relatively stable environment before.

Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed a little shaken by Abi's pitiful advances and looked to Hiratsuka Shizuka for help.

Hiratsuka Shizuka displayed a certain demeanor of a teacher, bending down patiently to speak with Abigail: "Your name is Abigail, right?"

Abigail nodded silently, a little shyly.

"Well, Fujimaru Ritsuka has something important to do: take an exam. If he doesn't do well, his grades at school will drop. But with such a cute Abby around, how can he possibly do well?"

Abigail nodded in realization: "So if Abigail sits next to the captain, it will affect his exam, right?"

"Yes, it might not just be your team leader brother. Other students will also be affected by Abby."

Abigail seemed to have made a big decision, clenching her little fist: "Abigail understands, Abigail will patiently be a good girl and obediently wait for the captain to come back to me."

"Yoshi~ Yoshi~ Good boy, good boy. You're great for keeping your promise to be a good child. I'll give you candy later."

Hiratsuka Shizuka took Abigail's hand and walked towards the activity room, waving her hand behind her back to signal Fujimaru Ritsuka to hurry back to the classroom.

Abigail bargained, "Could I have some chocolates with liqueur fillings? I've heard that only adults drink alcohol, and they must be really delicious."

"Well, I'll give you chocolates with liqueur fillings, but there will be fewer other candies. Too much sugar will cause cavities."

"Mmm...that works too!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka silently gave a thumbs-up to that magnificent figure: So you also have the qualities of a virtuous wife and loving mother, Shizuka, so cute.

46. ​​Don't you think so, Joan of Arc?

Towering buildings, a campus shaded by lush greenery, and innocent, youthful faces on the road. Abigail held Hiratsuka Shizuka's hand, walking obediently along the road, her clear black and white eyes darting around, constantly observing the new scenery around her.

At Soubu High School, these scenes that people took for granted were completely new to Abigail. Although she didn't know why the Holy Grail fragment still contained a summoning system, it provided Abigail, who descended with the power of the Holy Grail, with some common sense about the present world.

But this is, after all, just like images or even written text, and cannot be compared with a real experience.

It's like someone reading their own biography, and the author adds bizarre love stories to her story. Does that mean she'll fall in love with someone she has absolutely no connection with?

You agree, Joan of Arc.

Looking at her obedient yet curious expression, like a fawn wandering in the forest at dawn, even the Iron Fist Saintess, Hiratsuka Shizuka, couldn't help but smile from the bottom of her heart. She ruffled Abby's hair and said, "What's wrong? Abby, is this your first time visiting the Neon High School campus?"

"Yes, that's right. After all, I'm only 12 years old this year." Abigail's innocent and naive appearance made it impossible to doubt her.

Hiratsuka Shizuka also thought Abigail was quite young, and seeing that they weren't far from the special building, she casually asked, "Abigail is such a well-behaved girl, she must be very popular with the teachers at school!"

"Yes, the priest often praises me as a good boy."

"Father?" Hiratsuka Shizuka was a little surprised. This little guy was indeed a foreigner, but...

"Are your teachers priests? So you went to a theological school?"

Abigail nodded and said, “My hometown is in Massachusetts. It’s not a very big place, just a small town. The priest was our school teacher. He was very good; he taught us Latin, Greek, math, and grammar.”

After saying this, Abigail recited a line of poetry:

"αστερα? είσαθρει? Αστηρ εμο?: ειθε γενοίμην

ουρανος, ω? πολλοι? ομμασίν ει? σε βλεπω.

(My star, you are gazing at the stars. I would gladly become...)

(Sky, it's so wonderful that a million eyes are watching over you.)

Then he looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka with an expectant expression, not like he was showing off, but like a student reporting his homework to the teacher and wanting to get praise from the teacher.

...This curriculum is so classical, it sounds like early American colonial education. But this Greek poetry is really impressive, even though I don't understand it.

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't quite understand either, so she put on an adult-like demeanor and said, "Impressive, impressive! You've really studied hard."

"Of course, Abby is a good boy."

Chatting casually, they arrived at the clubroom in the special building. Hiratsuka Shizuka had already opened the door to the Service Club and the window, letting the air in and circulate freely in the clubroom, which hadn't been opened for several days. She nodded in satisfaction: "These guys still keep the clubroom clean. Even though I haven't been here for a few days, there's not much dirt in the activity room."

Abigail scanned the room, feeling a little excited: Is this where the captain, Yukinoshita, and the pink-haired ladies spend their days leisurely?

Little did she know that since joining the club, Fujimaru Ritsuka had always been rushing to hold operational meetings whenever she came here; she had no time to relax.

While Abigail was observing the Service Club, Hiratsuka Shizuka brought her a chair and handed her several hidden comic books.

"Then you stay here and wait patiently for Fujimaru Ritsuka to come back. I'll have Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others bring you the candy we promised later."

Abigail extended her little finger, and Hiratsuka Shizuya smiled and hooked his little finger with hers: "Pinky promise, never to change for 100 years."

After hesitating for a moment, Hiratsuka Shizuka patted all her pockets, took out a liqueur-filled chocolate, and placed it in Abby's small palm: "Here~ this is the liqueur-filled chocolate we agreed on before, consider it a deposit."

Hiratsuka Shizuka put her hands in her pockets and walked back to the classroom to preside over the exam.

Abigail didn't look at the manga that Hiratsuka Shizuka had found. Instead, she sat down in a chair, swinging her fair legs and enjoying the atmosphere in the clubroom.

It was quiet and peaceful, without strange tentacle creatures flying around or bizarre, rugged buildings.

How wonderful, this is the world the commander lives in now.

Since Abigail embarked on her time travels with that strange gentleman, she has rarely seen such a peaceful and tranquil scene.

She had seen many bizarre, strange, and unbearable landscapes. Although this time, in order to see the leader, she had spent most of her energy tearing apart the barriers between universes, and had also discarded many of her travel experiences and memories, storing them in her mind in a textual form, to the point that they were somewhat ambiguous, she still knew how hard-won this peaceful scene before her was.

But a certain impulse stirred within her, making her eager to try. A mischievous child's voice seemed to whisper, "Why don't you go outside for a walk?"

That's not a good idea, considering the promise I made to my teacher.

Remembering this, she took out the liqueur-filled chocolate that Hiratsuka Shizuka had just given him.

The golden candy wrapper, when brought close to the nose, exudes a rich and fragrant aroma. She recalled a long, long time ago in Salem, when, although there was no shortage of candy, it was mostly a luxurious experience reserved for festive occasions.

She carefully unwrapped the candy. She picked up the chocolate with her fingers and put it in her mouth.

With a gentle bite, the slightly bitter chocolate shell crumbles easily, while the rich, low-alcohol liquor slowly flows out, mixing with the sweetness of the chocolate shell in the mouth, creating a wonderful and lingering flavor.

Abigail's eyes widened, she covered her mouth, feeling an immense sense of novelty, like a little rabbit seeing a big gray wolf jump out of the jungle and start dancing the samba.

"It's a bit spicy, but so delicious it's addictive. No wonder adults don't like letting kids drink alcohol. I'm reluctant to share something this good. But if the leader wants some, I'll share it with him."

Abigail was a little tipsy.

Fujimaru Ritsuka made a mistake; Hiratsuka Shizuka, of course, did too.

They all subconsciously thought that a mere chocolate-covered liquor was no big deal; it was something that even a kid in the city could eat.

However, while Massachusetts would later become a prosperous region, boasting a massive port like Boston, Salem at the end of the 17th century was not a particularly wealthy town. Sweets were scarce, and alcohol was a rare commodity.

So after eating one liqueur-filled chocolate, Abigail showed signs of being slightly tipsy from the sugar and mild alcohol.

She walked unsteadily to the window, leaned against the window frame and looked at the scenery outside. The campus had gradually quieted down, like a secret garden that had been untouched for a long time.

That being said, I think I made a promise with Ms. Hiratsuka that I would wait quietly for the group leader and the others to come back, and I didn't say that we couldn't go out and have some fun.

When the group leader and the others return, I can just sit quietly in the activity room.

Abigail, whose mind was starting to go a little sluggish, suddenly came up with this explanation.

White Abigail thought weakly to herself, "That's not a good idea... Finding loopholes in promises is something only bad kids do."

Abigail, dressed in revealing black clothes, suddenly appeared, her stern demeanor causing the fair-skinned Abigail to blush and cover her eyes. She revealed a wild and wicked smile: "You've already eaten the liqueur-filled chocolates and tasted the flavors of adulthood, do you still want to be a good child?"

Squeak.

Black Abigail looked at Abigail, who had already turned the doorknob, and couldn't help but admire her: "As expected of the original body, her body works faster than her brain."

Abby wanted to argue with her darker self, but then thought better of it. Exploration was the most important thing.

Abigail, her cheeks flushed, looked on with curiosity: "Let me see what's on this campus."