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

The policewoman shouted and gave chase.

But Shizukume ran very fast and soon disappeared around the corner of the stairwell.

The corridor fell silent again.

Kazama Chiba stood still and shook her head.

These brainless creatures are such a nuisance.

Even if no one saw him commit the crime, even if there is any evidence to prove that he did it, such a person will still label him as a murderer based on intuition alone.

Although she has no chance of finding any evidence, if she is allowed to keep an eye on things like a fly every day, things will go wrong sooner or later.

There's nothing I can do about it; you forced me to do this.

We are all living life to the fullest.

Kazama Chiba looked around. The corridor was empty. The two detectives were still writing reports in the preparation room and hadn't come out.

He then leaned against the wall, and after confirming that no one was around, he took out the [Wind] card from his pocket. Looking at the long-haired elf pattern on the card, his heart stirred slightly.

"Go."

"You should know what to do: create an accident for her and shut her up forever."

……

at the same time.

On the main road outside the gate of Sakigawa High School.

Shizuku Mereina was running wildly, completely oblivious to the oncoming traffic. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, and only one thought occupied her mind.

Go to that alley, go there, you're sure to find something. That bastard must have left a clue.

If we find him, even if it's just a single hair, as long as it proves he was there, we can let him rot in prison.

For Brother Gang.

For the man who said he would take her racing cars just yesterday.

The emotions of revenge and grief completely clouded her senses, making her completely unaware that the light was red.

"drop--!!!!"

A black sedan was speeding towards us from the left.

The driver was a middle-aged man wearing glasses. He was driving just fine when he suddenly saw a figure rush out and was terrified.

His right foot instinctively slammed down on the brake pedal.

According to the laws of physics, the car should have braked urgently under the action of the ABS system. Although it might have been slightly impacted, it wouldn't have been fatal.

However, the brake pedal just wouldn't budge.

"What's going on?!"

"I can't step on it! Something's blocking it!"

It felt like there was an iron plate underneath the brake pedal, or rather, it was being held firmly in place by an invisible high-pressure airflow.

No matter how hard the driver tried, the pedal remained motionless.

It’s over.

Shizuku Mereina turned her head.

The two headlights magnified infinitely on her retina, and her mind went blank.

She could even see the driver's desperate expression behind the windshield.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Just as the front of the car was about to hit the girl, another gust of air appeared, gently pushing the side of the front of the car.

"squeak--!!!!"

The car's tires left two charred marks on the asphalt road, and the car suddenly veered off course, its front end, which was originally facing Shizuku, shifting by half a meter.

However, it was this half meter that saved Shizuku's life, as it scraped her shoulder hard from the side.

The immense impact sent her flying, spinning halfway through the air before crashing heavily into a roadside flowerbed.

Then it stopped moving.

The black sedan sped for more than ten meters before crashing into a roadside utility pole and coming to a stop, emitting a puff of white smoke.

A crowd quickly gathered around; some were calling an ambulance, while others were checking on the terrified driver.

On the other side of the road.

In an upscale coffee shop, a woman sits in front of a floor-to-ceiling window facing the street.

She wore a well-tailored beige trench coat over a black turtleneck sweater. Her long, wavy, ice-blue hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

His gaze was casually fixed on the car accident outside the window.

"Yare yare"

"I've just arrived in this world and I've already witnessed such an interesting scene."

Kaguya narrowed her eyes slightly, her slender fingers conjuring an extremely fine wisp of air in mid-air.

"Although this magical fluctuation is very weak and has been deliberately concealed, it is indeed the aura of [wind]."

"It seems Lord Clowred was right; the magicians of this world are more interesting than I imagined."

"He doesn't seem like the kind of hot-blooded fool who talks a lot about justice. Instead, he's more like a little wild beast that will do anything to survive."

Kaguya then turned her head away, no longer looking at the chaotic scene below.

She picked up the cup of black tea again, took a small sip, and found it sweeter than ever before.

"Kazama Chiba, right? I hope you can bring me more fun. After all, how can you grow into a subject of judgment that satisfies me if you're too boring?"

Chapter 19 Big Sister

Kazama Chiba, sitting in the classroom, is chatting with the figurine Hill about his views on Germany.

The feedback from the wind vane was quickly detected.

In Qianyu's plan, using high-pressure airflow to lock the brake pedal and kill someone else should have been a foolproof scheme.

But the feedback brought back by the wind sign said that Sarina did not die. Although she was hit by the car and broke several bones, and might even have to lie in the intensive care unit for a month or two, she did survive.

Kazama Chiba felt something was amiss and hesitated whether to use the Wind Card to finish off the enemy.

But after much deliberation, I decided to give up.

With severe injuries and a coma, including a concussion and fractures, she'll likely be hospitalized for at least ten days to two weeks. By the time Sarina wakes up, the police here will probably have already closed the case due to insufficient evidence.

By then, it will be harder than climbing to heaven for a mentally ill patient who is spouting nonsense to overturn a verdict.

Going to a heavily monitored hospital just to finish off a wound would be putting the cart before the horse.

After all, if someone tries to adjust your situation, you might die unexpectedly. In a certain major Eastern country, they might already be singing about accidentally intruding into the imperial family.

Then the school bell rang.

The old-fashioned electric bell echoed in the corridor, forcibly pulling all the students, still immersed in the afterglow of their lunch break, back to reality.

Kazama Chiba was the same; he composed himself and put Shizuku Mereina out of his mind.

The classroom door was opened.

The class, which had been whispering, fell silent instantly, and everyone's attention was drawn to the figure on the podium.

She was a woman I had never seen before.

She wore a well-tailored black silk shirt, paired with a dark gray pencil skirt, and a long white trench coat draped over her shoulders.

Her long, icy blue hair was casually draped over her shoulders, the ends curling slightly like flowing ocean waves.

What's most striking are those eyes, a deep purple that carries a knowing smile.

"Nice to meet you."

She wrote four elegant yet powerful characters on the blackboard: 昂星辉夜 (Angxing Huiye).

Turning around, the chalk spun gently around his fingertips.

"I'm the new history teacher, and I'll also be in charge of your classical Chinese classes. You can call me Kaguya-sensei."

"I look forward to your guidance in the days to come."

The whole class burst into enthusiastic applause.

Especially those boys who usually only sleep in class, now they are all sitting up straight, their eyes almost bulging out.

For these high school students in the throes of adolescence, such a beautiful teacher with a mature and graceful demeanor is like a nuclear bomb.

"A new teacher? She's so beautiful!"

"This aura... is absolutely stunning! I wouldn't be exaggerating to say that she's the most attractive person in our school!"

"Teacher! Are you mixed race? Your eyes are so beautiful!"

Kaguya was not angry at these frivolous questions.

She simply smiled slightly, her gaze casually sweeping across the entire class before finally settling on the corner by the window.

It stopped on Kazama Chiba.

"As for personal questions, if you can get full marks on the midterm exam, I might consider answering them."

She casually brushed aside the topic and opened her textbook.

"Alright, let's begin class now. Today we'll talk about the legends of ghosts and spirits from the Heian period."

For a full forty-five minutes.

Kazama Chiba felt that this was probably the most difficult lesson he had ever endured in his two lifetimes.

Although Kaguya-sensei's lectures were lively and interesting, full of references and classics, even the group of slackers who usually only knew how to sleep listened with great interest.

But Qianyu felt uneasy, as if she were being watched.