We agreed to be in a band for life, what the heck is Dragon Raja?

She had just given a performance on stage with all her heart and soul, and afterwards she felt somewhat dazed.

"It's not easy."

She put in a lot of effort and practiced hard for countless nights to be able to beat a group of senior students and earn the right to perform on stage.

Just as she was about to celebrate the successful performance with her classmates, suddenly, in Nagasaki Motoyo's 'vision', two red lines were slowly approaching...

"what happened……"

Nagasaki Motoyo was secretly alarmed.

She had never seen these two red lines before.

Moreover, one of the red lines was bright red and was about to fall off.

After several days of adjusting to her newfound sense of space, Nagasaki Motoyo is now able to discern the "red threads" connecting Nagumo Ugetsu, Wakaba Mutsumi, and Toyokawa Shoko.

When we were at school, I could always determine their approximate location.

Currently, Nan Yunyu and her two companions are clearly inside the meeting hall, while the two uninvited guests should still be outside the campus.

But the main question now is, whose are these two suddenly appearing red lines?

Chapter 67 Moon Forest, Out of Control, Chase

Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly thought of Nagumo Ugetsu.

The last time she walked alongside him, she wanted to ask Nan Yun Yuyue some questions about her physical changes, but ultimately she didn't speak because of her worries.

With the Moon Forest Music Festival approaching, she, as one of the key members of the brass band, is also extremely busy.

Furthermore, the 'vision' did not have any effect on her body, so she gradually put her mind at ease about it.

However, during her exploration over the past few days, Nagasaki Motoyo discovered that even the red lines were not the same.

Besides the thickness and size that were already quite noticeable before, the distinctions of color in her 'vision' have become increasingly clear recently.

Scarlet, deep red, bright red, light red, pink... the corresponding situations for different people seem to vary.

Nagasaki Motoyo didn't know what caused the difference, but she had a strange feeling that the more scarlet the color, the more fear it evoked.

"Could it be that it has more than just location tracking capabilities?"

Nagasaki Motoyo thought to herself,

At this moment, in her 'field of vision', besides the three red lines she was familiar with that were still nearby, the two unfamiliar red lines were still getting closer and closer... getting closer and closer.

……

……

"call!"

At this moment, Miyamoto Honoko is driving.

Although Japanese road traffic laws stipulate that one must be 18 years of age or older to obtain a driver's license,

But she had just killed two Executive Bureau agents who were hunting her down, including her brother.

Now that she has been designated as Princess Kaguya, the act of a child driving a car is nothing in comparison.

Swish!

The modified Mercedes sped through the intersection.

Although Miyamoto Honoka's driving skills are only at a beginner level, she is so daring and reckless that during the morning rush hour, no car dares to try to compete with such a reckless driver.

Even after driving for a while, Miyamoto Honoko rolled down the car window, letting the roar of the wind explode in her ears.

"Wow!!!"

Her expression was distorted by the wind, causing tears to uncontrollably stream down her face.

She didn't care about that at all; she even gripped the steering wheel with one hand and wiped away her tears with the other.

Where should we go?

Miyamoto Honoko muttered to herself.

As a member of the Miyamoto family of the Snake Clan, she received education from two different systems from a young age.

One set of courses is a culture-based curriculum, designed according to the culture curriculum of the Japanese Ministry of Education, which runs all the way from compulsory education to university.

The other system is the hybrid breeding system of the Snake Clan, which has been around for thousands of years. This system is constantly evolving and developing, and learning to drive is child's play for them.

Those who excel in this system will be selected for the family's preparatory program, and may even be sent abroad to study during their university years. After completing their studies, they will return to the family to take up positions.

Because of her lineage, Miyamoto Honoko's 'grades' were naturally good enough to be selected for the preparatory class at Kassel College, if she hadn't suddenly 'lost control'.

"correct."

Miyamoto Honoko suddenly remembered a place nearby.

Despite having the right bloodline, she didn't actually want to live a life of fighting and killing.

Since her brother was already a member of the family's executive department, she had the right to choose not to attend the family's preparatory class, but instead to attend a regular middle school.

If nothing unexpected happens, in a few months she will be attending a through-train secondary school called 'Tsuki no Mori Girls' Academy'.

This school has an excellent environment, a strong faculty, and its students and parents are among the best in Tokyo. As a member of the Miyamoto family, I can easily afford the tuition.

Unfortunately... things didn't go as planned.

The everyday life she once knew is now so unattainable; she is no longer a child in the family, but a demon fallen into the abyss.

"Woo-"

Miyamoto Honoko started crying as she drove.

Her cries were carried by the wind and swallowed by the exhaust fumes of cars on the road. With only her brother's body inside the car, no one came to comfort her.

The car sped along, and passing vehicles quickly made way for it, not daring to provoke the car whose condition was unclear.

In the passenger seat, a corpse lay quietly, its body already stiff.

Its neck was empty, because its head was being held between Miyamoto Honoka's thighs.

Not long ago, in the dim light of the parking lot, she used her Word of Power 'Netherworld Illumination' to ambush and kill her brother, who was an agent of the Execution Bureau. Her body was then kept in the car, and her head was removed, just like in an anime she had once watched.

Miyamoto Honoko's breathing became heavier and heavier:

"Just two more turns, and you'll reach the Moon Forest..."

boom!

Just as she was thinking this,

A black Maybach suddenly cut in from her left.

The car body veered precisely to the left front of her car, the front of the car almost touching her door. If it had squeezed in just half a foot more, she would have crashed into the lamppost.

Miyamoto Honoko's pupils contracted.

This driving skill... it's definitely family-owned, absolutely family-owned!

"Don't even think about it!"

She slammed on the brakes and jerked the steering wheel. The rear of the car slid, and the entire car drifted past the Maybach in an extremely dangerous manner, disappearing through the gap like a fish.

Click!

The rear wheel grazed the curb and almost broke off half of the rim.

Miyamoto Honoko gritted her teeth and gripped the steering wheel with all her might, cold sweat already beading on her forehead.

The sudden sway was too violent, causing her center of gravity to shift, which made the thing she was holding also start to shake.

"Do not--!"

The next second, her thighs felt light, and the head rolled down between her legs.

The bone hit the edge of the gear lever with a "thud" and rolled to the feet of the passenger seat.

Those eyes that used to look at her so gently now had lost their sparkle, like empty glass marbles, carrying a hint of fear before death.

Miyamoto Honoko's body stiffened.

"No...no, come back!"

She tried to pick up the head, but the car was still speeding along, leaving her no time to free her hands.

Miyamoto Honoko's tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Come back! You can't leave me! You can't... Brother... Didn't you say you were going to take me away?"

"You're lying..."

"You said you would never betray me, but you handed me over to the Enforcement Bureau..."

"You lied to me...you lied to me about everything!!!"

She screamed hysterically, slammed on the gas, and the modified vehicle sped off, disappearing in a flash.

Behind them, Toyokawa Kiyoshi let out an angry curse:

"What the hell is the Enforcement Bureau doing? Why wasn't this mixed-race individual with out-of-control tendencies locked up when he was a child?"

"My Maybach."

Toyokawa Kiyotaka followed closely, and the two sped off toward the Moon Forest.

Chapter 68 Mixed-Race Children Enter School Activities

at the same time,

Moon Forest, Meeting Hall.

The music festival continued, and the performance by the wind band completely enlivened the atmosphere in the entire hall.

As the first program of the day, this performance got the music festival off to a great start, setting the mood for all the audience members.

At this moment, in Nan Yun Yu Yue's line of sight, a band whose members were all dressed in short skirts and high socks, and two of them even wore sunglasses, had just finished their performance.

"We are a newly formed band... Thank you everyone."

After thanking the singer, he left the stage with his teammates.

Although this group's level was not as high as that of a well-prepared brass band, many people still remembered their names because of the music festival.

The programs continued one by one.

Time passes slowly.

The main participants in the music festival were mostly students, and the quality of most of the performances varied.

Aside from some particularly impressive combinations, the highest level is the chorus, which is comparable to the brass band.

As the two official clubs of Tsukimori Academy, they are guided by professional teachers and are generally much better than freely formed bands.

After the previous group left the stage,

On stage, the head of the choir was softly announcing the program into the microphone:

"We are the Tsukimori Choir, and today we will be performing 'Aoi Shiori'."

This is the theme song for "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day".

This song has a gentle melody and a slow tempo, but it has a wide vocal range and requires extremely high accuracy in pitch and harmony. Ordinary groups would never dare to attempt it, as it is very easy to mess up.

Nan Yun Yuyue heard someone at the scene whisper "Wow".

The girls, dressed in white dresses, stood in several rows.

Music then began, its melody like a gentle breeze.

"Is that the main melody sung by our class's Ose?"

"Her voice is so gentle."

A few whispered discussions drifted from the audience, but soon fell silent again.

Three and a half minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

The moment the last note fell, thunderous applause erupted.