Why is the Demon King like this?

"Dear Sir/Madam, thank you for reading my wish, and I sincerely hope that you possess the abilities described on the poster."

I am Ai Komatsu, a third-grade student. I have been troubled by something lately and finally had to seek help from your company.

Please allow me to briefly recount that since last month, I have started receiving frequent warning letters, mostly found in shoe cabinets and desk drawers. I tried to search for them, but ultimately failed, and instead, I incurred even more excessive retaliation. The letters began to contain terrifying things such as frog legs and insect eyes.

As for the content of the letter, it mostly consists of meaningless threats; the details are attached to the letter.

I still don't understand why I was threatened. If your company can grant my request, please resolve this matter for me... and punish that person!

Keisuke Ao pulled out the letter and scanned the text written on it. Inside the envelope were several warning letters pieced together with printed font.

The content above mainly consists of meaningless but extremely sharp threats such as "You will definitely go to hell!" and "I'm going to kill you!"

"How terrifying..." Aokiji casually folded the letter again: "School bullying?"

"Maybe."

Hoshino Fujiko did not jump to conclusions, but through this wish, she glimpsed the truly cold heart of Ao Keisuke.

When faced with Ai Komatsu's plight, he offered only a bland evaluation, showing neither concern nor empathy.

I can only hope that she might offer Ai Komatsu a price, or rather, a price.

Looking forward to another possible game.

Is it because of a tragic past? Or is it simply his nature?

Hoshino Fujiko pondered Ao Keisuke's true appearance—he certainly had the potential to be observed.

"This is a wish that the club plans to take on recently. Before determining the cost, I need to have a complete and sufficient understanding of the whole matter, including Ai Komatsu's situation."

"so……?"

Fujiko Hoshino said calmly, "This is your job as a member of the company."

Aokiji paused for a moment, then asked, "What about before I joined the company?"

The young lady looked at him for a few seconds, then looked away and opened her book: "My subordinates will bring everything I need to my desk."

Aoki gave a noncommittal reply and began reading as well.

—If I don't receive a salary, I can't be considered a subordinate. Of course, it's not wrong to help the president, but I have to wait until I have time, right?

Hoshino Fujiko took a deep breath: "Just say what you want to say. No need for your clumsy, monkey-like acting!"

Keisuke Ao laughed and said, "Why don't we mobilize the whole company to investigate something so interesting?"

"lie!"

Keisuke Ao shrugged: "At least the second half of the sentence is missing."

The beautiful club president pondered for a moment upon hearing this. The investigation was indeed a crucial part of the club's activities. No matter how diligently her subordinates investigated, it could never compare to what she had seen with her own eyes.

The problem is that she has no interest in communicating with others... unless Keisuke Ao can tacitly take over this task.

But she had no doubt that once Aoki Keisuke realized it, he would put her in an awkward and irritable situation time and time again.

"I can provide some support and share some of the tasks, but I won't go out with you."

"...Tsundere?"

While thinking about it, Keisuke Ao cheerfully agreed: "Of course, I fully respect the president's instructions."

Although Fujiko Hoshino did not accept his proposal, she made concessions, and most importantly, she shared the same tasks instead of waiting for his results from a superior position, which was acceptable.

"What should we focus on investigating?" Aoki Keisuke asked.

"Refer to previous activity records," Fujiko Hoshino said. "Remember to write a report on your investigation process."

"You also keep reports?" Aoki asked curiously.

Hoshino Fujiko looked somewhat helpless, seemingly particularly annoyed by Ao Keisuke's pointless question. In a monotone voice, she retorted, "Otherwise, who's been organizing these files?"

"Ha ha!"

Keisuke Ao seemed oblivious to Fujiko Hoshino's disgust, and got up with great interest to walk to the bookshelf.

A row of file boxes was neatly placed on top, distinguished by event numbers and initials of names.

The quantity is not large, but it is definitely not small either.

It seems that some of the rumors circulating about Paradox Interactive (P社) are not entirely unfounded.

"I heard someone dropped out of school because of a wish they made. Which file was it?"

"Drop out of school..."

Hoshino Fujiko lowered her head in thought, then let out a soft "Ah".

Looking at Aokiji's retreating figure, a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes, wondering why Aokiji still maintained an indifferent attitude.

If you've heard rumors about this, why are you still indifferent to your own cruelty?

Unfortunately, she didn't get an answer.

"The third file box, Fujita Momoharu."

Upon hearing this name, Keisuke Ao's calm heart finally stirred, and in an instant, he began to have many unfounded speculations.

Even Hoshino Fujiko narrowed her eyes – she hadn't expected that Ao Keisuke knew the inside story of the Fujita family.

Could it be that Yui Kamabatake and Keisuke Ao have a closer relationship than she imagined?

Keisuke Ao pulled out the file box, calmed himself down, and then said to Fujiko Hoshino, "It seems that this file can be used to definitively conclude the matter, since she is already dead."

die……

Miss Hoshino, who rarely pays attention to outside news lately, paused for a moment. She recalled the girl she met in her first year of high school. Memories flooded back, and Fujita Momoharu's resolute face was still vivid in her memory.

Hoshino Fujiko sighed, not pressing for details about Fujita Momoharu's death. Her eyes grew increasingly vacant, and she seemed to become transparent, about to disappear from the world.

Aoki Keisuke turned around and gazed at her silently.

In the activity room, only the sound of her turning the pages of her book could be heard for a moment.

After a long silence, Hoshino Fujiko spoke in a very soft voice:

"Fujita Momoharu is not my friend."