The Daily Life of a Hogwarts Terrorist

This is such an unprofessional mistake!

If underground work is done this way, wouldn't we be wiped out by others?

So Kousaka Kyosuke glared at Simo, feigning suspicion about Simo's motives, and narrowed his eyes, saying, "How could there be a way to remain undetected forever? Why are you asking about this? (Why would I tell you in this dangerous place!)"

Simo looked somewhat disappointed, but only he knew that his mistake just now was intentional. It was just a small test for Kousaka Kyosuke.

If Kousaka really told him such an important means of communication on the spot, he would suspect that the siscon was setting him up, or that it was one of the enemy's methods to deliberately confuse him.

The idiom "to lure the enemy into a trap" or "to startle the enemy by stirring up trouble" perfectly illustrates this principle.

The result of this test restored some of Mr. Simo's trust in the brother who was obsessed with his sister. Previously, after learning about the secret alliance between Kousaka Kyosuke and Leonard, Mr. Simo had been extremely wary.

Mr. Seamus quickly masked his disappointment with embarrassment, sitting up straight and looking somewhat awkward.

This puzzled Kousaka, who was sitting on the ground opposite him, until he heard Mr. Seimei ask, "Ms. Chidori, do you live alone?"

"Yes, that's right." Kousaka Kyosuke nodded subconsciously, but suddenly felt as if he smelled a very familiar scent—the scent of "scum."

"You know, she's a female student, even if she's incredibly strong, there are always times when she's not safe, so protection is essential. But how can you do good deeds anonymously? So let me protect her silently for as long as possible! Kosaka-kun, we're comrades! You'll help me with this, right?"

Kosaka, a die-hard siscon, first lamented Mr. Seimu's shamelessness, saying he truly had some of her old-fashioned charm, before realizing he had gotten too caught up in the drama.

Those words just now were merely a bluff by Simo to cover up their previous secret communication, which can be seen from the fact that he did not use body language to convey any information.

So, at this moment, if I want to deceive others, especially my sister whom I see every day, I must act in a way that is more in line with my usual personality... For example... (To be continued.)

97. A True Account of the Anti-Child Movement: Simo Beats His Sister Complex

"Performance is an art."

Although Kyosuke Kosaka couldn't recall which foreign dignitary had said those words, and had never read "An Actor Prepares," he always considered himself a qualified actor, though unrelated to art.

In fact, in Kyosuke Kosaka's life values, so-called performance is actually an innate human instinct.

In life, he plays the role of both a son and a good older brother; at school, he plays the role of a mischievous student; in the community, he plays the role of an ordinary young man; but when he comes to amalgam, he dons the black hood that terrifies Brittany.

A person cannot establish themselves if they cannot play the right role at the right time and in the right place.

The difference in life is that some people choose to play tough roles and become the protagonists of their own lives, while others are willing to be submissive and become supporting characters in other people's lives, even depending on others for their own happiness and well-being.

But such a person would never be Kyosuke Kousaka, or Leonard, or Shirou Emiya, or Mr. Seymour.

Even temporary forbearance is only for the purpose of taking back everything with interest one day in the future!

For example, right now:

"What? Even Mr. Simo, the most 'noble' and 'unfettered' member of our amalgamation family, is preparing to join the criminal reserve army?" Kyosuke Kosaka mocked Mr. Simo with a smug and despicable face.

Because just now, he, Kousaka Kyosuke, nicknamed "the brother-obsessed siscon," finally seized the moral high ground in his long-standing battle with Mr. Seimor! He could finally give Mr. Seimor a good beating.

Ha! This is a spying and tailing trainee!

"That's great, Seimei-kun! That's wonderful! In Japan's laws, you're considered an adult at 20, which means even if you did something to Chidori right now, you wouldn't get a serious sentence~ Don't you think the 'Juvenile Protection and Development Ordinance' is amazing, Seimei-kun?"

Kyosuke Kosaka made no attempt to hide his contempt for Simo; his eyes held a sharp gaze that seemed to say, "I have seen right through you."

"Huh? What nonsense are you spouting, you pervert? Baka!"

Mr. Simo stared back at Kosaka, who was obsessed with his sister, without flinching, and said that it was because there were countless filthy people like Kosaka in this materialistic society that he, who was of noble character, had to resort to dirty means.

"Yes! The fault doesn't lie with me, but with the many perverts like you, Kousaka, in Area 11!"

"Nonsense! Do you think you can cover up your crimes like this?"

"Attempt failed~ Thank you! Also, we're not acting in 'Minority Report,' we need to provide evidence! Evidence! Understand?

After Mr. Seamus burst out in English, the two people in the room suddenly fell silent, their heaving chests constantly compressing their lungs to replenish the oxygen that had been rapidly depleted by the argument.

Their eyes were bloodshot with rage, and their tense muscles seemed ready to unleash their power and start a fight at any moment.

Until the two suddenly looked at each other...

"Hehe, haha, hahahaha~"

A hearty laugh burst from Kousaka Kyosuke's mouth, like a wild beast that had been trapped in a cage for a long time finally breaking free of its restraints.

Under his influence, Simo smiled. This was a tacit understanding that only men could comprehend. These former friends, who had studied together, fought side by side, shared spoils, and tripped each other up, had now come together again for the same reasons and with a common goal.

There would be no more barriers between them. Although they still had to maintain a facade in front of the enemy, Simo knew that he was no longer alone.

At that moment, Simo realized that friendship and bonds were truly interesting words.

He was the first to stand up and said, "I never imagined that one day we could have a conversation like this."

Kousaka Kyosuke also stood up and walked to Seimor, extending his right hand: "Ah, welcome to the gates of hell. Be careful not to get caught by the cops (those people) while you're following them (discovering your memories have returned)!"

Simo smiled and took the key from Kosaka's hand: "Well~ I've been inside for a while now~ ever since I joined this damn organization!"

After saying that, under Kosaka's watchful gaze, Simo opened the window and prepared to return the way he came.

But just then, seeing Simo get tricked, Kousaka Kyosuke suddenly spoke up: "Hey~ I said, you don't actually like that violent woman, do you?"

Simo, who already had one foot on the windowsill, paused, turned his head, and said with a wicked smile, "Don't worry, I won't kill her."

"Play to death? Hey! You bastard! That's a Whisperer! It's very precious, okay! Save it for me!" Kousaka Kyosuke said deliberately, making a big fuss.

"Hey! Hey!" Simo replied dismissively.

Seeing this, Kyosuke Kosaka scratched his head in distress and asked, "To be honest, I'm starting to regret it. Maybe I should have just entrusted you with the task of protecting Chidori."

Mr. Seamus rolled his eyes, not because he didn't want to complain, but because he was in too much pain to speak.

You have to understand, maintaining that position with one leg raised and resting on the windowsill for so long must have been incredibly uncomfortable for Mr. Seamus's thigh nerves...

Mr. Simo began to suspect that Kosaka, that bastard, had deliberately chosen that particular time to call him—it was neither too early nor too late!

"Simura-kun, I have a question for you, please answer it seriously," Kosaka asked with a serious expression.

Mr. Simu, who was already cursing all the female members of the Kousaka family in his heart, almost gritted his teeth as he uttered the word "say" while desperately trying to maintain his image.

"If, and I mean if, someone kidnapped Chidori right in front of you, what would you do?"

Looking at Kyosuke Kosaka's ambiguous smile, Mr. Ximo confirmed one thing: this bastard was definitely doing it on purpose! If a siscon doesn't court death, then what kind of siscon is he?

With a tense expression, Simo struggled to remove his right leg from the windowsill, and then, ignoring the pain of his ligaments almost being torn, delivered a side kick to Kousaka Kyosuke's waist!

Boom!

spray!

Yoho! The siscon has collapsed!

Mr. Seamus stomped his foot hard on the floor, trying to make his numb right leg feel better and improve blood circulation.

Then, in a way that was both a reply and a threat, he told Kosaka, "Isn't this simple? Of course, we just have to fight our way through!"

Kousaka, who had fallen to the ground again, lay prone on the floor and said, "What if you can't beat them?"

Mr. Seamus laughed and replied without hesitation, "Then I'll blow up Chidori too! I won't give anyone a chance to threaten me."

"You really are a scumbag!"

"Each each other."

Before he finished speaking, Simo had already jumped out of the window, and after a gust of updraft, he completely disappeared into the darkness.

Kyosuke Kosaka stared blankly at the open window.

At the same time, Simo, piloting the Fuxi Gundam back into the stratosphere, softly said to a bunch of keys, "Thank you." (To be continued.)

98. The Ghost in the Subway

Early in the morning, Chidori, feeling very tired, yawned as she walked into the classroom of Class F.

She got home very late yesterday. After eating the leftover discounted bento box from the supermarket and quickly washing up, she went to bed almost immediately.

Then, after nearly an hour of torment from the alarm clock this morning, Ms. Chidori, who suffers from hypoglycemia, finally persevered with amazing willpower!

Emerging from the warm, alluring, and sweltering comfort of the bedding—a terrifying presence that could practically draw you in.

Then, like a walking corpse, I ate breakfast in a daze, and put on my school uniform in a daze. I only became slightly more awake after washing my face with cold water.

Mr. Simo, who had quietly moved into the building opposite Ms. Chidori last night, was furious about this: "Damn curtains, they're so hateful! Why did they have to be so thick!"

Although thermal imaging cameras can clearly show what's happening inside a house, would you find large, blurry patches of red, yellow, and blue cute?

Impressionism vs. Expressionism?

Mr. Simo doesn't understand, nor does he want to understand, the chaotic world of the artist.

Okay, he admits he's an ordinary person, but a more noble one than the average person. The proof is that today on the subway, Mr. Simon personally crippled five or six perverts.

Why did they have to ride the same subway as Mr. Seymour and Ms. Chidori, especially since the subway wasn't even that crowded today?

Chidori didn't notice anything the whole time, not only because she thought she had become drowsy after getting on the subway, but also because the perverts hadn't even had a chance to get close to Ms. Chidori before Mr. Shimo stabbed her.

The ultra-compact, portable Lambda system is exactly the same suicide travel bag as the old thief from the series, except that Mr. Seamus threw away all the suicide props inside and transferred them to his own handbag.

In the hands of that old scoundrel Xise, this thing was only used to move corpses on the battlefield. You have to know that Mr. Ximo's mental will is much stronger than that of the old scoundrel Xise, although he can't be as flexible and mobile as the old scoundrel Xise.

But a single blow could cause a concussion, a sprained ankle while walking, or a dislocated shoulder while holding onto a handrail—that's quite a lot!

Anyone who avoids eye contact is undoubtedly a potential pervert; anyone with a lewd appearance and behavior is a real pervert; anyone who dares to approach Ms. Chidori is a well-trained pervert!

So when Chidori was awakened from a great chorus of wails, she was surprised to find that the people in her carriage were as if they had been targeted by a jinx.

There were office workers leaning against the handrail, clutching their arms in pain; a dyed-haired punk rolling on the ground, hugging his thighs; a young man with shaky eyes, clutching his butt; and a high school boy lying unconscious on the ground. Hmm~ this one looks kind of handsome, but it's a pity that someone stepped on his rather good-looking face, leaving a dark shoe print.

"What's going on?" Miss Chidori was a little uneasy, wondering if she had been possessed by a ghost. She was so scared that she never dozed off on the subway again.

After spending forty minutes in a state of suspicion and caution, Ms. Chidori dragged her tired body to her seat. It was only 7:53 a.m., and she still had a whole day of classes to attend!

"Kyou, why do you look so tired? Did no one come last night?" Along with the owner's voice, a slightly cool hand stroked Chidori's fluffy head.

"Ah, Shoko, you're here!" Chidori looked happily at her best friend. They had been classmates since elementary school.

"Hey, listen to me~ On my way to school just now..." Chidori couldn't wait to share her experience on the subway with Shoko.

Chidori's somewhat excited narration quickly attracted the attention of some students in Class F. One student, who was on the same train, even came forward to confirm that although they were not in the same carriage, they had seen someone being carried out of the station on a stretcher when they got off the train.

"Huh? A ghost? Is it haunting me?"

"No, it's Sadako! It must be Sadako who crawled out of the car TV!"