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"Please begin." Ayaka Sajou revealed a seductive smile.
"I am currently in a state of sagehood, unaffected by anything," Mochizuki Oboro said calmly.
"Eh?"
The Sage state is the strongest mode, unaffected by any influences or temptations; it is said that in this state, one is comparable to a saint.
Having anticipated this, Mochizuki Oboro correctly guessed the measures that Sajou Aika might take and prepared countermeasures before entering the magic mirror.
In other words, all the methods I've devised are useless. No matter how much charm I exude, it won't have any effect.
After all, the premise of amplifying emotions is the existence of emotions.
Sajo Aika's vision went black.
The time that follows is restricted.
afterwards.
Sajō Aika, who had just acted as a sex education teacher, lay wearily in the bathtub.
Mochizuki Oboro, a first-time trendsetter, sat beside the bathtub. Because he wasn't too wet, he didn't need to be put into the pot with the warm water.
"What a failure." Sajō Aika pressed her cheek against the back of Mochizuki Oboro's hand and gently rubbed it. "The original plan was to climb the new steps with the prince."
"We'll consider that later."
Mochizuki Oboro gazed at Sajou Aika's body: "I think you should eat more now. You're too thin. It's not bad to be a little plumper."
“That means there’s nothing to report,” Aika Sajou said listlessly. “Anyway, thank you for your concern, Your Highness.”
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Mary's life has been quite interesting lately.
As a tutor, she was responsible for the studies of Morgan, Artoria, and Castor. Although she often played pranks on people out of her own enjoyment, she managed to reduce their affection level to negative.
Camelot's recent new employee has caught her attention.
With black hair and gray eyes, her looks are above average, but she possesses a unique aura.
Based on the information currently available, she has a rather unique personality, and her values and behaviors differ from those of ordinary people. For Mary, she is an excellent subject to observe and help her relieve the boredom of life.
All Servants possess some unique abilities to varying degrees, as do those of slightly less powerful espers. According to Merry's observations, Mochizuki Oboro, as the "Master," also possesses her own abilities.
--Dream.
Because of her relevant major, Merry is able to freely observe other people's dreams, and Mochizuki Oboro's dream is the most interesting.
Those game simulations that were activated were top-notch entertainment for Miss Nightmare; she could watch the whole thing with great interest every time she opened one.
As for the impact of the dream initiated by Mochizuki Oboro, Merry didn't care at all.
She just wanted to see things develop in an interesting way. She didn't care how things became interesting.
Atalanta, Eriese, Traloc, Typhon, Ypsilon, Mary...
Even without interfering, following Master Meryl can still reveal many interesting things.
To be honest, even Meryl herself was quite attracted to that kind of charm.
The gain from following is intelligence.
Mei noticed everything about Mochizuki Oboro: her favorite foods, her habitual little gestures, and the secrets she inadvertently revealed.
If she were to sell it to customers with special needs, Mary could have enough money to live a life of extravagance.
However, for Mary, having fun is much more exciting than money.
Will Typhon and Epsilon's relationship sour because of Mochizuki Oboro? When will Tralock get to base? These kinds of questions are what motivate people to keep up with the updates.
The stuff I saw tonight was the most exciting ever.
Unable to contain herself, Ms. Sajou Aika tried her best to drag Mochizuki Oboro into the quagmire of happiness, but Mochizuki Oboro, who was prepared for this, chose to enter "sage mode" in advance to deal with it.
Embarrassed and annoyed, Sajō Aika transforms into a gold miner, climbing to the mountaintop under the watchful gaze of Mochizuki Oboro. Still not satisfied, she insists that Mochizuki Oboro personally take over...
If this news were broadcast live, Mary would bet everyone else would scream in alarm.
But looking is fine, that's all. Due to the limitations of various spells, Mary can cautiously spy, but taking photos is completely impossible.
If she were discovered, Mary felt she would most likely be implicated.
It's fun to watch others have fun, but it's not fun to become the fun yourself.
Adding to Mochizuki Oboro's inexplicable ability to attack everything, Merry didn't think she had any resistance herself.
"Hmph...hmph...hmph~"
Mary hummed a little tune happily, and the table was covered with photos of all sizes.
Typhon, originally from Greece, is a very strong Servant, but his actual performance is somewhat lacking. If he could fully switch to his straightforward mode, he would definitely be quite powerful.
Epsilon, Typhon's sister. Youthful, cute, and frank. What a perfect girlfriend.
I wonder if these two sisters will compete with each other, or if they will embark on a delightful and entertaining journey together?
Tralock, vice president of the Aztec Corporation. Merry couldn't understand how Mochizuki Oboro managed to hold back; if the genders were reversed, Merry would have to drag Sajō Aika and Tralock to a party that very night.
It's not because Mary has some terrifying lust, it's just that I want to see more interesting developments—the interpersonal relationships after having sex will definitely be a mess, which fits the requirements.
Mary, a student council president with some potential. Her airheadedness might come in handy sometimes.
Lilith, a monster with the strongest theory and the strongest practice. Completely understanding and accepting, Mary still thinks: if the genders were reversed, she definitely wouldn't have been able to resist pushing him away long ago.
Atalanta still needs further observation. The teacher's fantasy is good; I can play role-playing or uniform play anytime. The cat is cute; I really want to pet its ears and tail.
Eri Sei? The space is quite large. She's the only one running wildly from the finish line back to the starting line.
There are also Morgan, Melousin, and Bavanshi who haven't yet joined. Considering Mochizuki Oboro's workplace, a meeting is inevitable.
By then, Meryl didn't believe Morgan and Melusin could hold back.
Given those two guys' personalities, once they see a target they like, they'll pounce on it without hesitation or mercy.
Artoria seems to think highly of him, but not to the point where he'd compete with Morgan. I'll just add a little more fuel to the fire.
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P.S.: This is the second update.
Chapter 92 Taking the Longer Route is the Shortcut
Wednesday is the worst time of the week.
The toughest Monday and Tuesday are over, but the Thursday and Friday we can look forward to are still far away. Just thinking about it makes me feel powerless, not even having the strength to hang myself.
Although Finis Academy has a free atmosphere, it does not relax its control over academic studies.
"Next... let's have Tifeng, who's enjoying the scenery, answer."
Paracelsus, who was giving a lecture, coughed and called out to Typhon, who was intently staring at Mochizuki Oboro's profile.
"Professor Leonardo da Vinci has a very famous work that disappeared several times, only to be found in miraculous ways each time, becoming a fascinating anecdote in the art world. What is its name?"
This isn't a difficult question. The artwork itself is quite well-known, and a certain cartoonist also really liked it, even incorporating it into his own comic, making it one of the signature elements of the fourth villainous boss.
Paracelsus wasn't trying to be difficult; he hoped to pose a simple question to bring Typhon's attention back to the lesson.
But Typhon had absolutely no interest in art. Even though this point was just covered.
As he stood up, Tifeng lightly kicked Mochizuki Ryou's shoes, lowered his head slightly, and cast a pleading look.
"Mona Lisa." Mochizuki Oboro placed her thumb on her jaw and the other four fingers covering her mouth, striking a classic contemplative pose.
“Mona Lisa!” Typhon repeated, slightly stumbling.
"Please sit down. And those of you by the window, remember to concentrate." Paracelsus glanced at Arcueid, whose face was full of innocence, and felt a little annoyed.
It's less about innocence and more about a gaze devoid of knowledge.
Some are slacking off, some are in love, and some are untouched by knowledge... This year's students seem a bit difficult to manage?
A gentle breeze rustled outside the window, swaying the green leaves of a tree.
The birds traveled in flocks, chirping and chattering as they searched for insects in the trees and under the trees, as well as bread crumbs that randomly appeared on the ground.
As long as it's not during exam period, the chirping of these little elves is quite pleasant.
Classroom of Grade 11 Class C.
Ipsilon sighed, his expression somber.
"What's wrong?" Caster asked, keeping an eye on the teacher on the podium.
“I feel like I haven’t seen my senior in ages.” Ipsilon slumped dejectedly onto the table. “Every time I ask him out, it just clashes with other people’s schedules.”
"Shall we try it today?"
As soon as he said it, Caster scratched his head awkwardly: "It seems that you're going to work at my sister's place tonight."
"I'm going to die," Ipsilon complained weakly. "Why wasn't I born first? Why is my older sister the one sitting next to my senior?"
"Haha... Being young has its advantages, you know? Maybe the senior likes younger men?" Caster racked his brains for words to comfort him.
“But my sister and I are exactly the same except for our hair color, so we have no competitive advantage in terms of differentiation.”
Ipsilon reached out heavily and placed his hand on Caster's thigh: "What do you think I should do?"
"Ask me?" Castor could only offer a polite smile.
Ipsilon began to speculate: "Maybe a bunch of bad women have already gathered around you, but I don't know anything about them yet, and I can't get rid of them."
Seeing his deskmate's thoughts spiraling out of control, Castor could only squeeze out his remaining intelligence to comfort him, "Don't worry, the flame of true love won't be extinguished by the wind; on the contrary, it will only grow stronger."
"No, I really want to see my senior, I can't stand it anymore." Ipsilon wouldn't listen to any words of comfort.
"Then let's just hang out in the cafeteria," Castor said, at his wit's end. "Even if we can't get you to go out, wouldn't it be nice to have lunch together every day?"
"Lunch...lunch..."
Ipsilon frowned, racking his brains.
Suddenly, a current surged through my brain, illuminating a non-existent light bulb.
"A bento box!" Ipsilon's eyes lit up as she excitedly grabbed Caster's hand. "That's right, you can do it like that! Just say you're bringing a bento box to your senior! Thank you!"
"..." Caster's face turned ashen.
"What's wrong?" Ipsilon tilted his head and asked, puzzled.
Three minutes later, outside the classroom.
Ipsilon and Castor stood side by side, serving as punishment in the corridor.
The textbook is still on his head, and he's not allowed to fall off, or another minute will be added.
It's clear that Nightingale, the physiology teacher, was indeed a little angry.
……
After school, at the gymnasium.
In preparation for the upcoming Chaldea High School Basketball League, the basketball club members are training intensively.
"Tired? As long as you're still breathing, get up! There's no time for you to relax now. I'll take you out for barbecue after training!"
The instructor, Indra, brought up an example he had given countless times: "Look at Karna and Arjuna, they never complained of being tired!"
"Because they are followers," said member A, who was lying on the ground, weakly.
"The Servant transformation only happened in the last half month, but their training lasted for more than a year... Wow, there are newcomers."
Indra looked at Mochizuki Oboro, who had stepped into the training ground, and raised his voice to ask, "Kid, want to try training together?"
"No, I am a member of the Service Department, and I am only here to conduct a research and evaluation."
Mochizuki Oboro said, "Some members suggested that we could add rest areas, restrooms and beverage machines to the venue, so I came to check it out."
“Oh.” Indra nodded. “Then join our training.”
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"How can you know if someone's advice is truly useful if you don't work yourself to exhaustion?"
Indra, who had walked over, patted Mochizuki Oboro on the shoulder: "It's decided then. I also want to see what kind of physical qualities the only Master has."