I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

"Do not."

Yukinoshita categorically denied his claim.

“You’re very strange, teacher.”

She extended a slender, fair finger and began to list her "evidence" in a clear and organized manner.

"First, in class last week, you pointed out the core issue in my and Yuihama's interpersonal communication with just one sentence. That's an observation skill that an ordinary teacher doesn't possess."

"Secondly, regarding Goto's case. Hiratsuka-sensei only informed you that she was missing, yet you were able to pinpoint the location of her hiding place in the abandoned equipment warehouse within ten minutes. This goes beyond the realm of 'coincidence'."

"The third and most important point."

Yukinoshita's expression became extremely serious, even carrying a hint of sharpness as if she were probing for the truth.

"You seem to... always have the ability to see into other people's hearts."

"Every time, beneath your seemingly casual words lies a surgically precise analysis of others' emotions and psychological states."

"Whether it's my 'correctness,' Yuihama's 'compliance,' or Goto's 'self-loathing.'"

“You can see everything clearly.”

She pushed up glasses that weren't actually on her nose, a habitual action she took when her logical thinking reached its peak.

“This is not normal, Ms. Lynn.”

“An ordinary Mandarin teacher should not possess this almost ‘mind-reading’ ability.”

"Therefore, I must investigate whether this is some kind of sophisticated psychological technique that I cannot understand, or..."

She paused, as if searching for the right word.

"...something else."

Yui Yuigahama was completely dumbfounded.

She looked at Yukino, who was logically sound and exuded confidence, and then at Lynn, who remained calm throughout. She felt like her CPU was about to overheat.

Although what Xiaoxue said seemed to make a lot of sense...

but……

Her gaze fell on Lynn, and for some reason, her cheeks felt slightly hot.

Mr. Lynn seems to be getting more and more handsome.

That sense of composure—that he can see through everything and seems to have everything under control—is really... so captivating.

Lynn felt nothing; in fact, she even felt a little amused.

As expected of you, Yukinoshita Hirano.

This ability to completely overthink and spout nonsense with a straight face is simply a gift.

Unfortunately, God is fair...

Lynn's gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on the flat area of ​​her chest, as smooth as a fighter jet's takeoff tarmac.

A suspicious blush suddenly appeared on Yukino Yukinoshita's fair, snow-white face, and her clear, cold voice carried a hint of exasperation.

"Well... well, I guess it's what's called a teacher's intuition."

Lynn is preparing to unleash her all-powerful tactic of shifting blame.

"Intuition cannot be quantified, nor can it be used as a theoretical basis."

Yukino quickly composed herself and immediately rejected the idea.

"Perhaps it's because I'm handsome, so I have a sharper sense of observation?"

"..."

A crack appeared on Yukino's icy expression.

She could clearly feel that Lynn's shamelessness caused an unnecessary fluctuation in her blood pressure.

At this moment, in Lynn's [Emotional Perception], the icy blue ball of emotional light beneath the snow was churning violently.

Rational analysis, confusion about the unknown, excitement at challenging authority, and a strong curiosity about him, this "abnormal existence," which she herself was unaware of, all intertwined into a dazzling storm of thought.

Just as Lynn was pondering which lame excuse to use to end this interesting interrogation.

Without warning, a cold, unique notification sound rang in his mind.

[Warning! Visitor 'Shinobu Kocho' is requesting entry into the safe house!]

[The 'anger' energy level detected in its soul imprint has increased by 320% compared to when it left!]

[His mental state has solidified into an intense 'fighting will' and 'desire for revenge'!]

Om-!

Lynn's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air for half a second.

One second he was enjoying the daily fun of teasing the arrogant high school girl.

The next second, a vengeful ghost, covered in blood and brimming with murderous intent, knocked on his "door".

It felt like I was leisurely playing Animal Crossing when a Dark Souls-like Red Phantom Invasion notification suddenly popped up on the screen.

...That was really exciting.

Immediately afterwards, another stream of information poured in.

[Ding! Visitor 'Shinobu Kocho' detected in the original world. Using the 'Theory of Revenge and Anger' you guided her to, she has successfully repelled a powerful enemy!]

Visitors' trust and respect for you have increased significantly!

[Rewards being processed... Congratulations, Master! Safe House has unlocked a new feature: Visitor Imprint (Beginner)!]

[Visitor Imprint: Guests you have guided can request entry when they strongly call your 'name' in their hearts. You can choose to accept or refuse.]

A knowing glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.

I see. It's not triggered randomly; you can actively manipulate people now.

This is much more convenient.

"It's now!"

Yukino Yukinoshita keenly noticed his sudden change in expression, tapping her slender fingers lightly on the table, her tone sharp.

"You've shown that expression again, a kind of... blank state where consciousness momentarily departs. What are you looking at? What are you thinking?"

Lynn snapped out of his daze and thought to himself, "Troublesome."

The next moment, that lazy smile reappeared on his face.

He finished the remaining black tea in his cup in one gulp and stood up gracefully.

"Alright, Yukinoshita-san."

He looked down at the two girls with different expressions, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of weariness, now became incredibly deep, as if they could reflect the stars of the entire universe.

"I have accepted your request as the 'respondent'."

"Eh?"

"I grant you permission to investigate."

With his hands in his pockets and his posture upright, Lynn exuded an indescribable air of elegance and freedom in the sunset.

"However, I also have one condition."

"What are the conditions?" Yukinoshita immediately became alert.

"If you ultimately find nothing,"

Lynn leaned slightly closer, slowly approaching that snow-white face, and chuckled softly in a deep voice, tinged with a magnetic and playful quality, that only the three of them could hear:

"Then as punishment for failing the mission..."

"The Service Department owes me three favors."

His breath, carrying a faint aroma of tea, brushed past my ear beneath the snow.

Yukino Yukinoshita's cheeks quickly flushed a thin layer of red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even his usually straight back stiffened involuntarily.

Yui Yuigahama, standing next to her, blushed deeply, covered her burning face with her hands, and let out a cute, pitiful "Ah!"

"Alright, the commission is established."

Lynn straightened up and waved casually.

That's all for today. I have some urgent business at home, so I'll be going now.

After saying that, he turned around and strode away from the activity room without waiting for the two of them to react.

Only two girls, their cheeks flushed and hearts pounding, remained standing there, stunned.

After a long while, Yukinoshita finally came to her senses. She covered her slightly burning face, her eyes filled with unprecedented confusion and embarrassment.

That despicable man...

He definitely did it on purpose!

……

Lynn rushed home as fast as she could.

"Click."

The moment the apartment door was locked from the inside, a familiar light appeared, and the world was reconstructed before him.

One second you're in the cozy daily life of a modern apartment, and the next you're in that eternally quiet Japanese-style courtyard.

The Milky Way flows, and cherry blossoms fall.

As always, it was peaceful.

But today, that tranquility was shattered by an overwhelming stench of blood.

The cloying, rusty scent mingled with the cool fragrance of cherry blossoms in the courtyard, creating a nauseatingly strange aroma.

In the center of the courtyard, under the cherry blossom tree.

A petite figure stood there quietly.

It's Shinobu Kocho.

She has come back.

It was still the same haori with butterfly wing patterns, but it had been torn open with several grotesque rips.

The beautiful butterfly wings were stained and soaked with dark red blood, becoming heavy and sticky, as if they might drip blood at any moment.

She was covered in blood.

Some belonged to the enemy, and some to her own.

Blood dripped from the tip of her Nichirin Blade down her pale wrist.

"Tick."

"Tick."

Each drop of blood bloomed into a tiny, eerie red flower on the fine, snow-white sand beneath their feet.

The most striking change was in her face.

That face, which once wore a perfect, gentle mask, now held not a trace of a smile.

Instead, there was an almost cold, absolute calm.

The deathly stillness and emptiness that once filled those amethyst-like eyes had vanished without a trace.

The sky no longer reflects the stars; instead, it resembles two bottomless, icy pools, so sharp they seem capable of freezing and severing one's soul.

That's not imitating anyone's gaze.

That was her own gaze, truly forged in blood and fire, a gaze that existed solely for slaughter.

Upon seeing Lynn appear, she made no unnecessary movements.