Whose youth romance story begins with a witch's trial?!

"Hmm... let me think... Oh, could you get me the magnifying glass, Watson?"

—I'm particularly fixated on strange rituals.

Chang Rong poked the magnifying glass at the blue caterpillar's cheek, and the latter began to close its eyes slightly, searching through its memory palace.

"A detail Hannah didn't notice? First of all, it should be Watson, your physical condition at the time. I remember when I knocked you out of the ice, it looked like one or two blood butterflies flew out from your left chest. But I wasn't very sure at the time, after all, it could also be blood from my own finger being cut by the ice~ Noah's magic is beautiful, but for us detectives, it feels more like a natural enemy!"

"Yes, if it weren't for the butterfly illusion, Miss and I would have noticed the wound on your abdomen immediately."

"Stoop! Stoop! Assistant, you're not allowed to torture the detective! Watson, all you need to do is obediently praise my reasoning from the sidelines!"

"It sounds more like my work in the Rhea-sama fan club."

—Yi—But *'the butterfly on the chest'?...Also...Speaking of which, when I first transmigrated, besides the stinging pain in my head and body, I also felt a sharp pain in my heart and back, as if I had been stabbed.

"And then, you were clutching a silver bell tightly in your hand the whole time—ah, that's right, this one!"

Upon hearing the description, Chang Rong immediately took out his lawyer's badge, and Tachibana Sherry confirmed that it was indeed this bell.

"If you're asking what's strange about this bell... it's probably the location of the mark on your palm. When you normally hold an object, the mark should be more noticeable on the palm, but Watson, you had bruises on the pads of your fingers, making it look like someone shoved it into your hand."

So, this bell doesn't belong to me, but was given to me or 'returned' to me by someone else?

"If there's anything else... um, right! I took some photos at the time, they should be on the phone over there."

Shirley Tachibana gestured to Chang Rong to bring over Shirley Tachibana's phone, which was on the table next to them.

"It's in the very beginning of the album, remember not to flip through it randomly, Watson."

"[False evidence]: Of course not."

Chang Rong agreed while flipping through the photo album, all the while using her ninja-like dynamic vision to try and get some gossip.

Unfortunately, there weren't many photos in Tachibana Sherry's phone album to begin with, and 7% of them were related to evidence collection for the ice skating Ruddy murder case.

The only slightly amusing thing was those few photos, seemingly taken from a candid angle, showing my roommate Arisa Fujito cosplaying various poses of Iori Yagami and Kyo Nagi.

Scrolling up, Chang Rong finally found the photo of the underground morgue.

In the photo, I'm striking a pose like a flower of hope, lying on the ground looking incredibly pathetic and motionless.

The posture isn't the point; just look for other clues.

"Isn't this pose funny? I did it on purpose!"

—Don't mistake me for a costumed doll at the Orga Arena... huh?

Chang Rong, whose veins were throbbing with suppressed anger, found a detail in the corner of the photo.

The ice block that Shirley Tachibana shattered with her punch was originally placed on a pedestal, and in the corner of that pedestal, three numbers could be vaguely seen—635.

Hmm, this number itself is unfamiliar, but I feel like I've seen similar numbers somewhere before?

"Alright, alright, I've told you all the clues. Watson, it's time to release the great detective from prison!"

The blue-haired deity that crawled to his side interrupted Chang Rong's recollection and contemplation.

"No, my dear Sherlock Holmes. Just bear with it for now, and stay in this position until you're released tomorrow."

"Hey! What's going on?! Watson, don't you have any compassion or conscience at all?! You're actually planning to just leave your detective agency boss like this?! Damn it, I'll eat my hat!"

Shirley Tachibana, puffing out her cheeks, hopped towards Chang Rong, opening her mouth as if to bite his finger.

"I told you not to move around! If your wound needs stitches a third time, it'll look like you're embroidering a handkerchief near your kidney! Just stay still!"

"No way! But it seems I've really got you under my control, Watson—wailing!?"

Shirley Tachibana lunged at Chang Rong, but because she was tied up and couldn't exert any force or maintain her balance, she ended up falling directly into Chang Rong's arms—just like when Chang Rong was punched out of the ice block and fell into Shirley Tachibana's arms.

This moment is just like that moment back then. The only difference is that the 'third party' back then was Tohno Hannah. And this time, the third party is Kurobe Nanoha.

"I'm sorry, but I'm still a little worried about you and Shirley, so I plan to come back and check on you again. How are things going with you? —"

With her black twin tails and 'accomplice' relationship with Chang Rong, the clumsy girl Kurobe Nanoha Kaori, who stepped onto the desperate battle royale stage for the sake of the person she cherishes, witnessed an incredibly heartwarming scene before her.

Chang Rong grinned mischievously, his left arm around Tachibana Sherry, stroking her incessantly, while his right hand held the rope tightly binding Tachibana Sherry's wrist.

No matter how you look at it, that scene looks like a 'Domineering CEO, Loyal Dog, Subdues Detective Girl, Forced Love.mp4' video.

"This, this, this is—"

Nanoha Kurobe's beliefs are being tested...

"It's not what you think, Kurobe! Don't believe me? Ask this detective!!"

"Watson-chan is so cute and adorable~~! Woof woof woof!"

Faced with a bewildered and shocked look on Nanoha Kurobe's face, Sherry Tachibana chose to add the last bit of firewood, happily indulging in the fun of pretending to be a dog.

"You're going to say that you didn't take advantage of Tachibana Sherry's inability to move and satisfy your lust. The truth of the situation is that you were treating Tachibana Sherry's injuries and were restricting her freedom to prevent her from moving around and reopening her wounds. However, because Tachibana Sherry was unhappy with being treated like an idiot, she twisted and turned trying to bite you. But she lost her balance and fell, and you, in a very chivalrous way, caught her safely, right?"

"...Uh, you see things very clearly, don't you, Kurobe-kun? Heh heh?"

"No, don't treat me like an idiot, Chang Rong...!!"

Kurobe Nanoka blushed and raised her spear high.

"No, no, no, you can use illusion magic!? Just use your invincible illusion magic to verify—"

"Even Shirley Tachibana is dissatisfied with Lightwing, and you still want me to continue using those four 'lower, lower, lower' positions to caress you...!?"

"Just don't touch it inside—guwa!!"

As a male protagonist in a galaxy, what is the most important thing?

The answer is health points.

In short, I need to raise my HP to 40 first, otherwise... I won't survive to conquer these amazing landmine girls!

Volume 1: 48. This is my home, not a public toilet (5K)

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"Puff, puff, puff... Here it comes—"

A brand new day, a brand new encounter.

Chang Rong dragged the blanket and groggily crawled off the sofa. While trying her best to break free of the blanket clinging to her body, she went to the study door and turned the handle to unlock it.

Click!

"I'm so sleepy... There's a sandwich in the fridge, heat it up yourself. Remember, it's in the microwave, not the washing machine—"

"Do you need me to rip your head off and throw it in the washing machine a few times?"

"Uh……"

Wen Qirou's cold and aloof voice, which also contained a hidden, extremely murderous intent, instantly cleared Chang Rong's still-active brain.

Rubbing his eyes, he saw before him a girl with long, straight black hair and red highlights, dressed in a black JK uniform—Nikaido Hiro.

If there was anything different about Hiro in front of us compared to usual, it was that the smile on her face was brighter than ever before.

And in her right hand she was holding a phone, the clock on the screen clearly showing 9:45.

Breakfast (from 6 am to 1 pm) is free time for artistic activities. Therefore, for R Changrong at this time, it is like skipping 8 am and then skipping all the morning classes at the same time. It is a piece of cake.

"..."

Nikaido Hiro still wore a smile, while Chang Rong's forehead was already covered in cold sweat. The two of them stood facing each other like cowboys in the middle of a square, guns drawn.

In the next instant, Chang Rong took action.

He grabbed the doorknob with lightning speed and tried to close the study door again with his body strength.

The winner... is him?

No, it's her!

Boom!

Just before the door was closed again, Hiro used the "Striking After the Opponent" technique, which only the most skilled martial artists could master, to precisely weave his notebook into the gap.

"Aba!"

The sudden appearance of the 'plug' not only caused Chang Rong to fail to close the door, but also caused her to be bounced off by the force of the door's reaction, flying directly onto the sofa bed.

"Wow, some people actually react by trying to close the door again in this situation... Are you one of those NEETs who watch too much anime?"

Nikaido Hiro entered the study and closed the door again, sighing as he rubbed his brow with his white-gloved fingers.

"Uh, I just slipped, Nikaido-kun! It was just a misunderstanding!"

Chang Rong sprawled on the sofa and tried to wriggle back to distance herself from Hiro, but the black-haired girl in front of her approached slowly, like a pursuer, with undeniable spiritual pressure.

"Go ahead."

Chang Rong's back was pressed against the wall with nowhere to retreat, while Xi Luo stood in front of him, his blood-red eyes looking down at the white-haired boy.

If we change the perspective, the current posture of the two of them basically implies that they are about to form a Master-Servant contract in the next second.

“Speak,” Nikaido repeated.

"Say...say what?"

"A haiku of last words".

"Birth, old age, sickness, and death are the foundation of the world, hee hee I will live on—goo wa! sayonara!"

Although he tried to escape by kicking the plane with all his might, he was immediately seen through by Hiro, who would become even more ruthless in court, and a pillow missile directly caused Chang Rong's plane to crash.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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"I don't want to repeat myself a third time, but adhering to collective action is an obligation that everyone should at least uphold. Do you know what the worst outcome can be for those who are undisciplined and undisciplined?"

In Chang Rong's study, Nikaido Hiro sat on the sofa, writing notes in his notebook with a fountain pen while asking Chang Rong, who was sitting at the desk next to him, questions.

"Will he become... a free-spirited, undisciplined, but fun-loving guy?"

"A good answer; it would surely attract a lot of attention as an epitaph."

"I have truly realized my mistake and will never do it again...!"