A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

He was afraid he would die on the spot if he thought about it any further.

In her past life, Kazama Chiba prided herself on having watched countless films and possessing a calm and composed mind, but Medea managed to break her defenses.

The key is--

He had to pretend to be asleep.

From beginning to end, Kazama Chiba had to maintain the persona of "being stabbed through the chest by Cú Chulainn and falling into a deep coma".

How can I describe that feeling?

It's simply indescribable!

Later, he even began to wonder if he had a hidden masochistic tendency.

Because at some point, he actually experienced a strange sense of enjoyment?

No, no, no, that must be an illusion.

It must be a hallucination caused by a magical shock to the brain.

Kazama Chiba struggled to sit up, her vision still a little blurry, when she saw a purple figure sitting by the bed.

Medea was kneeling by the bed, wearing a men's white shirt that was clearly a size too big, and two suspicious blushes floated on her fair cheeks.

He exuded an aura of guilt, as if he had done something wrong but he absolutely couldn't let you find out.

Qianyu rolled her eyes inwardly.

Hey sis, who was it that clung to me like an octopus last night? Stop pretending to be an innocent young girl.

But his face perfectly displayed a bewildered expression of "Who am I? Where am I? I've completely lost it," as he sat up, rubbing his temples.

"Ouch... My head hurts so much. Medea? Why am I in bed? Where's that guy in the blue shirt? I think he hit me..."

Upon hearing these words, Medea's tense shoulders visibly relaxed, and she let out a long sigh.

Fortunately, Chiyu doesn't remember.

If he remembers every detail, how can I continue to live in this house?

"You were injured last night, remember?"

However, just in case, Medea still cautiously probed...

Qianyu smiled wryly and touched her chest, where everything was intact; even the skin seemed more radiant than before.

"All I remember is that pervert in the blue bodysuit kicking me, and then I slammed my head against the wall and passed out. And then... and then I don't remember anything else."

"Strange, I felt like I had a very long dream, and it seemed very warm in the dream? And my chest doesn't hurt anymore."

Medea's face instantly turned bright red, and she abruptly stood up, quickly changing the subject.

"You were knocked unconscious by that guy, but I chased him away. Your injuries... I've already taken care of them, don't worry."

"is it?"

Chiba sneered at the witch's clumsy lying skills.

So, in a witch's dictionary, replenishing mana is called treating wounds?

I've learned something new; I'll use this expression next time.

"That blue-haired guy..." Qianyu feigned curiosity, pressing, "Who exactly is he? Why did he attack me?"

Medea's expression became somewhat complicated.

She was clearly considering how to come up with a plausible lie to cover it up, one that would convince Chiyu without revealing the truth about the Holy Grail War.

After all, in her mind, the boy in front of her was just an ordinary human without any magic power, and dragging him into that life-or-death battlefield was practically murder.

"That was... a stalker."

Medea ultimately gave an answer that was utterly awful.

"He's been following me, and he tracked me here last night. I've chased him away; he won't be back."

Stalker.

A muscular, blue-haired man in a tight-fitting bodysuit who is a stalker.

Qianyu almost burst out laughing.

While Cú Chulainn may indeed have some stalker tendencies, that's for cute girls, not for a three-thousand-year-old woman like you, Miss Medea.

"I see..."

"I see. As expected of Miss Medea, you are truly amazing. Thank you for saving my life."

Upon hearing the word "thank you," Medea's elven ears instantly turned bright red.

"Um... Qianyu-kun, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

"Ok?"

"It may be presumptuous of me, but I hope to stay with you temporarily."

"Your body still needs observation; I must ensure you are fully recovered before I can leave."

Medea was telling the truth, but she was also lying.

Actually, she had planned to leave.

However, the wound inflicted on Kazama Chiba by Cú Chulainn's shot last night was far too fatal for a mortal body to withstand.

Qianyu's body is now like a leaky cup; last night's mana replenishment barely kept his vital signs afloat.

Medea must stay by Chiyu's side at all times to replenish his magic power in order to prevent him from dying.

But what puzzled the witch was that the magic power in her body seemed to be flowing into a bottomless pit. No matter how she tried to replenish it, she felt severely depleted and could not get enough.

Therefore, in order to obtain magic power, Medea plans to go out and search for ley lines to forcibly extract magic power, attempting to completely resolve this magic power shortage.

"Since that's the case..."

Qianyu gave a gentle and tolerant smile.

"As long as you don't mind the simplicity of my humble abode, you can stay as long as you like. After all, you are my savior."

"No, I don't mind at all! Not at all!"

Medea quickly interrupted him, then, as if remembering something urgent, grabbed the iconic purple robe beside her and put it on.

"I have to go out for a bit. I'll probably be back tonight. You stay home and rest well, and whatever you do, don't open the door to strangers! Especially those wearing tight clothes and carrying long guns!"

After saying that, the witch from the Age of Gods rushed out of the house like a housewife rushing to grab discounted eggs at the supermarket.

As the door clicked shut, the gentle expression on Qianyu's face vanished instantly.

Then, Qianyu sprang out of bed like a zombie, rushed into the bathroom to wash away the smell, and changed into her school uniform.

Chapter 106 Travel Grouping

8:00 AM, Sakigawa High School.

Today, the classroom felt like a boiling pressure cooker, filled with a restless, hormonal atmosphere.

Hiratsuka Shizuka slammed his hand on the podium, physically stunning the entire audience.

"Alright, everyone, quiet down!"

The classroom instantly fell silent.

Hiratsuka Shizuka surveyed the area with satisfaction.

"We have an announcement regarding this joint study tour. In order to enhance communication between classes and even different departments, the school has decided to break with convention."

"Therefore, this grouping will be conducted entirely randomly by drawing lots, with the three classes mixed together."

"Ooooooo!!!"

A wolf howl suddenly erupted in the classroom.

"Randomness! This is the guidance of fate!"

"If I accidentally get grouped with Yukinoshita... I'm not going to live anymore! I'll die without regrets!"

"I want to be in a group with Eriri! God, please bless me!"

The boys' eyes were practically glowing with envy.

However, Hiratsuka Shizuka's next words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing everyone's enthusiasm.

"However, one point needs to be considered: the allocation of accommodation and bathrooms, and the prevention of certain unnecessary adolescent impulses."

"Boys and girls will draw lots separately. That is to say, boys can only be in a group with boys, and girls can only be in a group with girls. Each group consists of three people, and the draw will be done by students from different classes."

"Huh?!"

These words sent the classroom plummeting from heaven to hell.

The boys who had been dreaming of teaming up with the prettiest girl in the next class or a senior student were suddenly filled with groans of despair.

"Teacher! This isn't fair! Isn't the point of a school trip to get to know the opposite sex better?"

"Exactly! Even if we can't live together, can't we at least be in the same group?!"

"We want mixed-gender dorms... no, mixed groups!"

"Rejected." Hiratsuka Shizuka waved her hand coldly and ruthlessly.

"If anyone talks nonsense again, I'll send them to sleep with the driver by themselves."

Once this killer move was unleashed, all the protests came to an abrupt halt.

"Alright, now come up by student number. Those who draw the same number ball will automatically form a group of three. Anyone who dares to switch balls privately will experience what an 'Iron Fist School Trip' is like."

That murderous gaze made everyone who wanted to make a move shrink back.

When it was Qianyu's turn, he reached into the box and casually grabbed a plastic ball.

18

Lucky numbers, may you prosper!

If you were to find this in a casino, it would probably give those elderly folks who have gambled their retirement savings three days of euphoria.