I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

Pulling off the white cloth, underneath is the corpse of Polygonum cuspidatum.

"Huh? Isn't there no wound on the chest? The heart was pulled out?"

"You have to ask Mr. Campbell about this." Wujo Satoru paralyzed his hands.

"Can you really not read the air?"

Ask Mr. Campbell this kind of question now, and if they don't kick you out of the house, you will be very good-natured.

"Well, that special healing method may have its limitations. Anyway, although there is no wound..." Gojo Satoru pointed to his heart, "But this place is empty, and it cannot be created out of thin air."

"Well, I can dissect it at will, right?"

"Good job."

Jia Ruozi said as if he hadn't woken up: "Of course, who do you think you are talking to."

At Isabella's house, Cheng Rang lowered his head. He has been scolded by Isabella for more than an hour, and now he still looks scared.

All in all, Cheng Rang had never seen his wife so angry.

She just questioned herself, why the promised things were not achieved.

At that time, Cheng Rang, who was pretending to be a mixture and wanted to track down the mastermind behind the scenes, was called back by a phone call.

"No matter where you are now, get back to me immediately."

Good guy, it was the first time Cheng Rang heard Isabella talking to himself in that tone. At that time, cold sweat soaked his back.

And Isabella's first words after the two met.

"—Knotweed is dead."

"Eh?"

"Don't you have anything to say?"

"

......."

Then Cheng Rang was only stunned for a while, and Isabella started a lecture meeting to herself, crying while talking, there was really no chance for Cheng Rang to intervene.

At that time, Cheng Rang was suffering beyond words.

The cause and effect entangled in the body of the knotweed does not stop here, he will not die here, the body of Nagasaki and Fuhei is the same, theoretically speaking, even if he is not around, they will not have any problems.

After reading Leticia's third book "Cause and Cost", Cheng Rang was able to vaguely perceive the fate of ordinary people who intersected with him.

The knotweed will not die here - this is clear, Cheng Rang did not perceive that his "fruit" ended here.

But now Isabella said he was dead?

Cheng Rang still couldn't make a simple conclusion about this situation of sticking to his own opinion. He needed to take a look at it himself.

So after silently enduring Isabella's venting, Cheng Rang was finally able to stand up and hold her in his arms.

"Don't worry, the knotweed may not be dead."

"...have you started comforting people with such nonsense?"

"I mean...I need to check if the knotweed is dead or not..."

"The heart is gone, do you think the knotweed is an [ordinary person] like you? I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Uh, anyway! Just calm down and wait for my news!"

"Where are you going?" Isabella asked after Cheng Rang who opened the door.

"Where is the knotweed buried?"

"...in the dissecting room of the Higher College."

"It's not in the ground yet, but I have to hurry up...if it's broken into pieces, the knotweed will be killed if it's not dead!"

Looking at Cheng Rang, Isabella seemed to have calmed down a little.

【If you master the power of taboo...】

【Now I still hate her, the one who resurrected me—Isabella Frias. 】

What happened to her witch teacher, Gresta, flashed through her mind, and Isabella suddenly asked, "Are you going to revive him?"

"How is it possible! I can't resurrect others!" Cheng Rang spread his hands as if he had heard some joke.

"You can't do this, I don't care if you can do it or not..."

"So it's all said—don't worry."

Cheng Rang held down Isabella's head, rubbed her hair, and said with a smile, "I know what the price is, so don't worry, that kid of knotweed...he's going to die."

"The living must bear the will of the dead and move on. Since the knotweed chooses to do this, it means that you are worthy of him. Care more about yourself and the survivors—as for the [dead] 】 Dealing with..."

"—Just leave it to me, a half-assed [God]."

Chapter 38 Seniors

The cicadas in summer are still singing, but Fuhei and Kugasaki who are sitting on the steps are obviously not as loud as the unfettered Xia cicadas.

The loss of their companion undoubtedly weighed heavily on both of them.

"Also tell others to live longer...but he died first, it will really save trouble for him."

Wild Rose propped her chin and muttered in a tone that seemed to be complaining. She glanced at Fu Hei who was looking down at the ground beside her, and asked, "Is this the first time you have encountered a companion who died?"

"It's the first time for a classmate in the same grade." Fu Hei said silently.

"Then you are quite calm."

"...you don't either."

"Of course, I've only known him for a few weeks! I'm not the kind of innocent girl who cries because of a man's death."

Fuhei still lowered his head, but his eyes sneaked a glance at Nagasaki who was saying such words.

The girl held her chin stubbornly, as if she wanted to cover her trembling mouth with her arms.

It's obvious that I'm holding back my grief...

Fu Hei didn't pierce it, but just looked up at the sky.

Compared with the cloudy and rainy day a day ago, the sky at this time is blue and dazzling, and the stone bricks baked by the heat wave are even steaming with twisted heat.

"It's so hot."

Kizaki rubbed his cheeks and sighed softly, "Yeah, the summer uniform isn't ready yet."

......

"Your face smells worse than usual, Megumin. Are you in mourning?"

Looking up following the voice, a woman in glasses wearing a high school uniform appeared not far in front of her with a long and thin bag on her back. Her ponytail was tied up high, and her long and narrow Danfeng eyes revealed a sharp gaze.

"Senior Zen Yuan."

"Don't call me by my surname!" The girl who was called by Fu Hei as the senior of the Buddhist monastery seemed very dissatisfied with such a title.

"Maki...Maki!" The stone statue behind him called softly.

Maki turned her head, "Didn't you see that I was talking, what are you doing sneakily?"

"Don't you know why they look like this?!"

This sentence was uttered from the mouth of a panda walking upright. There were so many slots that Nagasaki couldn't even talk about it. There was a small figure huddled in front of the panda. A high collar stood up, covering half of his face.

"What do you mean?" Maki asked.

The panda put its paw near its mouth and whispered, "One of the first graders really died yesterday!"

"Woodfish Flower..."

The two sang and harmonized, but the words in the white-haired boy's mouth

The language is completely incomprehensible to what he wants to express.

Zenyuan Maki froze all over, and after realizing it, she couldn't hold back her expression, and she jumped out word by word: "You-w-w-w-w-said earlier?!"

"Wouldn't I be a heartless devil?"

It can be described as a textbook for accurately stepping on thunder.

Panda nodded: "Well, that's how it was just now."

"Tuna mayonnaise." The white-haired boy beside him added another sentence.

"No! I still have some eyesight!"

The three of them quarreled together, Nazaki pointed at them, then turned to Fu Hei who looked helpless and asked, "Who are they?"

"Seniors of the second grade."

The argument between the three seemed to be over, and Maki, who realized that she had said something wrong, blushed slightly.

The panda said to Maki: "Be gentle with the backs."

"...I really understand." Maki muttered, "Isn't it gentle just to be pampered?"

At the same time, Fuhei also introduced three people not far away to Nagasaki.

"Senior of the Zen Academy, when it comes to the use of spell tools, he is a top student among the students."

Raising his chin, Fu Hei looked at the white-haired boy with his collar standing up.

"Spellcaster, Dog Rolling Thorn. You can only speak in the name of rice ball fillings."

Finally, his eyes turned to the one with the most exaggerated appearance among the three.

"—Senior Panda."

Fu Hei sighed, and slowly got up from the steps: "There is one more person, the only respectable senior Yi Gu, who is now practicing abroad."

"Are you going to take the panda with a word of panda?!"

Nagasaki finally found a chance to make a serious complaint, and the two greeted the three seniors of the second grade together.

Panda clasped his hands together, "Oh, I'm really sorry to bother you during mourning."

"But this time, I hope you can attend the [Kyoto Sister School Exchange Meeting]."

It was the first time Kizaki had heard of this kind of conference.

"What's that?" she asked.

Fu Hei said from the side: "It's an exchange meeting with another high school in Kyoto. But isn't that an activity mainly for the second and third graders? How did you find us?"

The Chanyuan folded its arms, "A third-year waste chai is still in suspension, there are not enough people, so you have to come too."

"Is there really no room for negotiation..."

Nagizaki asked again: "What is the exchange meeting for? Super Smash Bros.? I won't lose in the wii version. I can continue to fight the guys who come back!"

"certainly not..."

The Kyoto sister school exchange meeting is a competition to test the strength, strategy and cooperation between the magicians who are students.

Or it is not an exaggeration to call it a battle.

The two schools are the Tokyo school and the Kyoto school, and every day they compete in a project formulated by the principals of the two schools, which is divided into two days.

Panda added: "Having said that, in fact, every year is a team battle on the first day and an individual battle on the second day."

"Group battle, personal battle...?" Nazaki asked in surprise, "Is it a sparring fight? Between magicians?!"

"Yes." The Chanyuan showed a warlike smile, and said slowly: "It's a spell battle that can do everything except kill people."

"On the contrary, in order not to be killed, we will also teach you well."

"Huh...? Are we so free?" Nazaki said, "Aren't there a shortage of magicians?"

"It's true now." Panda nodded.

"From the end of winter until spring, it will turn into a curse in early summer, which is the so-called busy period."

Maki said: "Occasionally, I am very busy throughout the year, but usually after these few days, I should be more peaceful."