The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

Mr. Seamus unabashedly displayed his greedy nature, asking for "war reparations" as a "victorious nation"—wasn't that a matter of course?

However, Kosaka, the siscon, was furious. He was clearly more seriously injured, yet this guy had the nerve to ask for medical expenses? And what was with that plastic surgery fee? Handsome looks? More like a sissy! Wasn't it too much of a disservice not to him, Kosaka? (Of course, the siscon kept these thoughts to himself.)

"Pah! 1 million or 2 million? Why don't you just rob me? Do you want my sister to starve with me?!" Takasaka, a sister-obsessed man, declared righteously that he, Nishi, could insult his own personality and ravage his own body, but he shouldn't even think about taking Kirino's allowance.

(1-2 million in pocket money, wow.)

Mr. Seamus was furious: "If my resume hadn't been wrong, would we be in this mess? As the head of the organization, shouldn't you bear (financial) responsibility?"

The stingy, sister-obsessed Gao Ban was most assertive at this moment: "The technical department is in the hands of that pretty boy Leonard. If you want compensation, go ask him. I'm not taking the blame for this!"

Mr. Seamus sneered. He would naturally go back and demand his share from the perverted siscon, but how could he not bleed a little today?

Then another five minutes passed.

After a series of friendly "negotiations," Mr. Simo "accepted" the transfer order from the brother-obsessed Mr. Simo: to officially join the investigation team monitoring Target 002, Kaname Chidori. Meanwhile, his original mission to infiltrate Target 001's vicinity remains, with Mr. Simo deciding on the related actions. All expenses and subsidies incurred during this period will be based on the standards of Investigation Team 002, with a weekly overtime meal allowance of 30 yen (an additional 10 yen for cold drinks in summer).

Well, Mr. Seamus, when did you become so "dedicated" to your job? You're actually willing to take on multiple roles, doing more work than you can handle?

Actually, there's a trick to this. Did you see that sentence, "The relevant actions are to be decided by Mr. Seamus himself"?

What does "make your own decision" mean?

That means Mr. Simo can act whenever he wants, and not act whenever he doesn't want to. Even if Mr. Simo hasn't taken any action, as long as he says he has, the die-hard siscon will assume that Mr. Simo has taken action, and then obediently give Mr. Simo his basic salary, performance bonus, overtime pay, housing allowance, and so on.

After all, amalgam isn't a one-man show run by a sister-obsessed guy. No matter what, he can't just blatantly hand over tens of millions to Mr. Ximo, can he?

Therefore, legal awareness is very important. How can one openly and legitimately squander organizational funds by not following "legal" procedures and instead creating pretexts?

Otherwise, getting through the year-end audit won't be easy.

Mr. Seymour was quite satisfied with the result, so he raised his second finger with a kind (despicable—a siscon's term) expression, and asked his second question: "What reason do you plan to use to enter the junior high school?"

Kyosuke Kosaka paused for a moment, then frowned and asked, "Why should I go to the junior high school? Even if you really intend to get close to Nunnally, you can go alone. Why are you asking me? Didn't I tell you to be self-aware?"

Now it was Mr. Seamus's turn to be stunned. Had he beaten this idiot, who was obsessed with his sister, into a mentally challenged person?

Mr. Seamus was just talking about 002's Chidori! Why would a siscon think of Nunnally?

How stupid would Mr. Seamus be to turn down free benefits and instead work diligently for amalgam and investigate that Nunnally?

Although Kosaka, the sister-complex, was showing signs of dementia, Mr. Simo, considering that Kosaka was his boss and had just given him a promotion and a raise (which was the main thing), didn't hesitate to give the sister-complex a reminder.

Mr. Seamus pointed at the photo and said, "She looks no more than eleven or twelve years old. Don't tell me she's a ***** or a legal loli. Not in junior high? How are we supposed to observe her? Stalk her after school, perhaps?"

Kosaka, the sister-obsessed guy, finally understood what Seamus meant, and he had to awkwardly say again, "Ashford Academy's junior high school doesn't accept mixed-race or Japanese students. Also, this photo is from four years ago; she's 16 now, just like us."

Mr. Seamus's temper flared up again: "Where are the photos now? What are those idiots in the intelligence department doing! Those guys claim they can find out everything, even what kind of underwear the Governor of Brittany wears every day, how come they can't even handle this little thing?"

Kosaka, the sister-complex, rolled her eyes. The governor of Area 11? That's their amalgam spy infiltrated into the enemy. As a key member of the intelligence department, how could Clovis not know what she wears every day?

However, Kosaka still needs to explain this matter: "Actually, with the capabilities of those guys in the intelligence department, they could have used hacking techniques to control the police's roadside surveillance cameras and capture Chidori's photo in just ten minutes. On the contrary, it took them half a day to find this photo from millions of encrypted personal emails in the Britannian Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Mr. Simon immediately realized that this photograph might very well be the secret possession of Chidori's Britannian father! Because of his divorce and the absence of his eldest daughter, he had secretly taken this photo as a keepsake. But...

"Are those guys just bored?" Mr. Seamus couldn't understand why the intelligence department would go to such lengths.

This question made Kosaka's face, already contemptuous of his sister, even more awkward: "Uh, you know, those idiots in the intelligence department, from Clovis to Takanashi Souta, they're all lolicon..."

Although the brother-complex guy didn't finish his sentence, Mr. Seamus already understood, so what else was there to say?

Mr. Simo took out a pen and began to write swiftly on the blank back of the document Chidori requested: "I, Simo, volunteer..."

48. Notice on Issuing the Action Plan for Countering the "Young" Tide Movement Using Mercury Alloy

"I, Simo, voluntarily withdraw from Amalgam today! Since joining, everything I've seen has been perverted! Countless young girls have been involved in cross-state sex trafficking, including siblings in German orthopedic practices, and adopted siblings plotting to marry each other off..."

The brother who had been observing from the sidelines immediately sensed something was wrong. He grabbed Mr. Seamus's hand tightly and asked, "Seamus! What are you doing?"

Mr. Simo looked at the siscon like he was an idiot. Mr. Simo was clearly preparing to leave the group and go solo. Couldn't the siscon see that?

“With a bunch of perverted gentlemen like you around, this lousy group is doomed!” Mr. Seamus said bluntly.

Of course, Kosaka, the siscon, knew that Mr. Shimo was about to leave the group. Moreover, based on his extensive experience with Shimo, he could tell that behind Mr. Shimo's exaggerated performance, he didn't really want to leave Amalgam.

Otherwise, why didn't that bastard Simo just write the first sentence?

But why write about "interstate" and "orthopedics" later on?

Kyosuke Kosaka could imagine that if Simo finished writing it, this eccentric bastard might just print it out and distribute it widely in Tokyo.

As for those slightly more distant places, you have to understand how advanced information technology is these days... especially when combined with photos taken by relevant individuals that don't even need Photoshop...

So showing off your love will only lead to a quick breakup. Even though it was just a public display of affection on the amalgam internal forum, Mr. Simo, who (thinks) he's been single for ages, will bite when he gets angry, won't he?

You have time to post photos of people abusing each other, and you have time to spend half a day stealing photos of other people from their childhood, but you don't have time to hack into the police system to properly gather intelligence? Isn't this just trying to anger Mr. Simon?

Meanwhile, the Kosaka siscon's side is still questioning what this bastard Shimo is up to. What grudge do the siscon fans of Amalgam have against him?

In response to the accusations of Kosaka's obsession with his sister, the principled Mr. Ximo immediately declared: "Traitors and traitors are irreconcilable! Your very existence is a sin! As human beings, don't you feel you've let the world down?"

The Prophet Muhammad said: When you see an unrighteous person doing unrighteous things, stop him (with a bomb), persuade him (with a bomb), and (when the bomb doesn't work) despise him in your heart!

Everyone knows that Mr. Simo, an excellent religious friend, is very knowledgeable about the scriptures and is also a Muslim.

So when faced with this concentration camp of idiots, morons, and morons who are either siscon or severely siscon, shouldn't the staunch Muslim warrior, Mr. Simo, try to stop them and persuade them?

"A bunch of lust-crazed bastards! Have they become so obsessed with lolis that they can't even gather information or do anything serious?" Mr. Ximo, who had occupied the moral high ground, poured his firepower down on the siscon below from the mountaintop at an altitude of 404 meters.

If Mr. Seamus doesn't teach these fools, whose minds are filled with nothing but lolis and little girls, a lesson, his thoughts won't be clear. And if Mr. Seamus's thoughts aren't clear, how can he work diligently for the organization?

Huh? Mr. Simo, why are you bringing up work again? What happened to your promise to renounce your party membership?

Just kidding, Mr. Seamus just earned (extorted) double wages from that siscon with his (fighting) skills, how could he bear to leave like this?

So, in a sense, the sister-obsessed guy really understands Mr. Seamus. Having calmed down, he realized that Mr. Seamus was just using this as an excuse to squeeze more money out of him.

According to his own opinion, this was a problem he didn't want to take the blame for.

Because personnel appointments and dismissals in the intelligence department are mainly handled by that pervert, Leonard. To put it simply: most of the intelligence department's staff are from that perverted siscon's faction, and they're not on the same page as the dead siscon; while a small number of other personnel, such as Kurovice, are non-partisan troublemakers.

So here's the question: why should Kyosuke Kosaka have to pay for those who can't see the situation clearly, don't know how to curry favor with him, and a bunch of troublemakers?

In fact, if Simo only talked about orthopedics, Kosaka would have no objection and might even applaud.

The Kasugano siblings have been arrogant and disrespectful to everyone for quite some time now, relying on their status as subordinates with a perverted sister complex (in fact, this is a misunderstanding, because these two only have eyes for each other and ignore everyone else). They've also been showing off their affection to others for quite some time now.

But those "cross-state" people that Mr. Simo listed are all his people from Kosaka.

You should know that eating too much dog food can affect a dog's brain!

So, a few of Kosaka's subordinates, after accidentally consuming too much of the PDA posted by the Kasugano siblings, acted impulsively and "crossed prefectures"—actually, they went to the neighboring Nagano Prefecture to find a few female junior high school students who were said to have great "support power" (a kind of internal strength in the mahjong world) and were also very good at playing mahjong.

Then we had a very friendly match, really a very friendly one.

Their friendship had reached the point where, if those guys' girlfriends or sisters saw this, they'd drag them onto a boat and make them practice with machetes together.

And somehow, Mr. Seamus happened to be passing by and found out about this, and somehow he got hold of the photos from the scene (remember that veteran paparazzi?).

If this wasn't a case of entrapment, it would be an insult to someone with a Kousaka-kun complex.

So Mr. Seamus, who already had a handle on the matter, took this opportunity to launch a vigorous anti-"childhood" movement inside the amalgam!

Completely eliminate this "young girl-centric, loli-oriented" work style from within the amalgam industry.

Of course, the most important thing about rectification is to be strict with oneself and even stricter with others, otherwise it will be bad if others find fault with you.

And since it's an anti-"children" movement, isn't it normal and a familiar tactic to expand it a bit?

You know, Mr. Seamus has always been (self-proclaimed) single! Whether he's a die-hard siscon or a perverted siscon, isn't everyone with a girl Mr. Seamus's class enemy? And how can he not vent this resentment?

"That could lead to mental illness! If you don't let me have a good tantrum this time and vent my frustrations," Mr. Seymour threatened Kosaka, the siscon, with a smile.

His sunny and cheerful face showed absolutely no trace of a severely psychopathic, explosive demon. Of course, Mr. Seamus was also incapable of having any negative emotions like jealousy or anger.

And so, in this quiet, dilapidated infirmary, a thing publicly proclaimed as the "New Basic Development Outline," but internally reviled as the "Kousaka Twenty-One Articles," was freshly produced.

49. On the Importance of Ideological Mobilization Before the Dissemination of Central Directives

When Mr. Seymour walked back into the classroom with his arm around his sister-obsessed brother's shoulder, he had a smile on his face. In stark contrast, his sister-obsessed brother had a mournful expression on his face.

A member of the amalgamation group came up to greet him, and Mr. Seymour recognized him from his distinctive seaweed-like hairstyle—Shinji Matou—and handed the siscon over to him.

Afterwards, Mr. Ximo quietly watched as the siscon was caught in the middle by Matou and Emiya and their group; watched as the siscon forwarded the contents of the unequal treaty to the people present; then watched as the faces of the group changed drastically; watched as they shouted "God punish ****" and beat up the siscon; and then the siscon, unable to bear it any longer, revealed some shocking information (such as who was playing mahjong and who was not).

In the blink of an eye, several people who were having a good time were attacked by their companions. So the scene of a group of people taking on a single sister-obsessed person turned into a friendly gang fight!

The tranquility of the classroom was broken. Although they did not pull out a miniature Gauss rifle, pilot a Gundam, or use any advanced technology, as a mercury-alloy combat team, being proficient in hand-to-hand combat was their most basic skill.

If they can't turn a classroom upside down with their fists, then they're hardly qualified to be the world's largest terrorist organization.

"Hey! Emiya, you actually attacked me behind my back! Do you want to wipe out the Matou family line? Sakura will cry!"

Shinji Matou bent his knee and raised his leg to block Emiya's groin kick. The dull thud of the calves hitting each other startled the two girls nearby, who quickly ran to the side.

"Go say that to Sakura! When you went to seduce that Tenjiangyi, didn't you think she would cry?"

However, Shirou Emiya persisted and punched Shinji in the face, causing Shinji to fall backward and knock over the tables and chairs behind him.

The stinging pain in his back and his disheveled appearance ignited Shinji's anger: "Nonsense! You hypocrite! Believe me or not, I'll tell Rin Tohsaka about that scumbag thing between you and Illya!"

Emiya seemed to have been struck in a vital spot; his attack immediately stopped, and his momentum weakened. He stammered, "Ilya and I are innocent! She's my father's daughter! How could there be anything between us?"

Seeing an opportunity, Shinji quickly swept his leg, tripping Emiya to the ground, while still grumbling, "Heh, everyone knows you're the Emiya family's adopted son. You dare to do it but not admit it?"

Emiya Shirou was instantly enraged. His adopted sister, Illya, was only in elementary school. How could he be so heartless as to do such a thing? Even if Illya was close to him, it was only out of affection for her brother! It was affection, you understand?

Shinji Matou chuckled coldly, "So you and Illya have already 'entered the inner circle'?"

So the two best buddies got into a heated exchange, kicking and punching each other, eager to add more battle marks to each other's faces, even forgetting why they started the fight in the first place.

As the situation developed, other boys in the class were also drawn into the battle. After all, the people from the amalgam group were ruthless and had no bottom line. It was quite normal for them to pick up whatever was around them and throw it as a weapon.

If you accidentally hit someone else, it's one thing if it's a girl, but what if it's a equally hot-blooded guy...?

For example, there was a fat guy who picked up a chair, played "whirlwind slash" while crying and shouting, "My phone! My kidneys!" It seems his phone has "gloriously" been destroyed once again.

"Huh? Why did I say 'again'?" Mr. Simon, who had been standing to the side, far from the center of the battle, shook his head in confusion.

He then calmly continued to watch the scene unfold, occasionally offering a comment or two. For example, he would comment on how insidious Takanashi Shusuke's move was, or how tricky the siscon's kick was, fully demonstrating the qualities of a proper bystander, as if it had absolutely nothing to do with him.

This air of superiority, with his feather fan and silk turban, immediately provoked dissatisfaction from some people: "Hey! You have time to stand on the sidelines and make sarcastic remarks, why don't you go up and persuade them to stop?"

"Advice? Advise what? This is the daily life of male high school students~" Mr. Simo, in a good mood, ignored the grumbling in his ear and even easily forgave the person who disturbed his enjoyment of the show.