Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

"Ugh!!!"

There was a cry of grief; the boys had completely forgotten that the student union had this power.

"There's no point in sighing. You can't escape cleaning next semester! Disband now and go home!"

"Damn it!"

“We will definitely come back!”

The noisy group dispersed, and only after seeing them leave did Tsukiji Tobimaru relax and sigh deeply.

"A bunch of idiots, all they do is stir up trouble. It would be easy if Aozaki was here. I'm still not used to this."

Tobimaru has begun to miss Aoko. He can't imagine how busy he will be in the next few days.

"But why are they gathering here? Can you see anything from the windows?"

With a hint of doubt in his heart, Tobimaru took a few steps forward to the window. He looked at people from the same perspective he usually did, and his eyes naturally transmitted everything in front of him to his brain.

"puff!"

It only took half a second for his brain to react, and the excitement signal spread throughout his body.

"How is this possible! Why would the eldest daughter of the Kuonji family come to the gate of our school?!"

"Those bastards were actually bewitched?!" Thinking of their dejected appearance just now, Tobimaru laughed in anger: "What a bunch of useless guys."

"Aion, Soujuro, the person at the school gate is Aozaki's roommate. We... aren't here?"

When Tobimaru turned around, he found that Aiwen and Sojuro had slipped away.

……

……

At the school gate, Youzhu stood quietly without saying a word, with her legs together, her arms hanging naturally and clasped at her abdomen. The cold wind blew her hair, but did not let her move an step.

The thick black hat was worn neatly on her head, contrasting with her night-like hair. Her pearly eyes scanned every student who walked out of the school gate, as if she was looking for someone.

Perhaps because of the cold weather, she put on a thick shawl over her tight school uniform, plush gloves on her hands, and hand-sewn short boots, wrapping herself tightly without leaving any gaps.

Like a dreamlike princess and a fairy-tale witch, she now appears vividly and realistically in reality.

This charm was so great that almost half of the boys in the school were secretly observing Youzhu in various places, whispering to each other.

"Is there such a beauty in our school? It looks like she is here to look for someone."

"Don't tell me, there are beauties in our school who can surpass this one, but the one in front of me is actually a girl."

"I feel...he's better looking than President Aozaki."

"No, I can't help it, I'm going to strike up a conversation!"

"Go quickly, don't be a coward."

"Yes, help us test this person's personality. If another Aozaki-kun comes, we won't be able to handle it."

"..."

"Ah, think about it carefully, or just forget it? It's important for people to know themselves."

"Tsk, coward."

The boys didn't know that the sound of their conversation could not escape Youzhu's ears at all. From the very beginning, the longing in their hearts was just a fantasy.

The annoyance of being watched made Youzhu want to turn around and leave. She rarely interacted with people of her age and was also opposed to modern society. It was not easy for her to come here on her own initiative.

"If it weren't for Qingzi's request..."

Biting her lip, Youzhu muttered softly.

But was it really because of Qingzi? She knew it in her heart.

In a life-or-death crisis, she might try her best to help her roommate, but if such a small matter makes her unhappy, Youzhu will never compromise.

So in fact, Yuzu was willing to make this trip and just agreed to Qingzi's request.

"coming."

Youzhu's calm eyes trembled slightly. A figure she was very familiar with was leaving the school gate. Without thinking too much, she quickly stepped forward.

The moment Aiwen walked out of the school gate, he saw Youzhu coming. He stopped and waited for the other party to approach.

"..."

"Let's go." "Okay."

They looked at each other, no one said anything, but there was no need to say anything.

Aiwen didn’t think there was anything wrong with Youzhu coming here. Maybe she had something to ask him, or maybe she just wanted to see him. It didn’t matter.

He gets along very well with Kuonji Arizuma. Their personalities are naturally compatible, and she has become a friend he recognizes.

You don't need to say hello before you meet him, you don't need to find topics to talk about when you are together, and you don't need to talk about anything after you leave.

No words are needed, just expressions can make you understand each other; after meeting, you can remain silent and do your own things without feeling awkward or afraid of ignoring the other person.

Only in this way can we be called friends, and this is the friendship that Aiwen understands.

Youzhu was standing close to Aiwen, slightly behind her by half a step. The distance between their shoulders was now less than half a meter, and they were following closely.

Perhaps because she was afraid of being thrown too far away, Youzhu's left hand gently pulled the corner of the bottom of Aiwen's school uniform with imperceptible strength.

Without saying anything, the two of them just walked away silently.

There were desperate cries from the boys watching behind, but some people with unique hobbies shed tears of emotion, and they couldn't help but pray for this harmonious beauty.

Chapter 37: The Witch's Reception

"Come to my house, Qingzi has woken up and wants to see you."

Youzhu followed Aiwen with graceful steps, her eyes looking straight ahead, as if she didn't care about revealing her purpose of waiting for him at the school gate.

"Is Aozaki awake? She's got a really strong spirit. The pressure of death isn't something she easily forgets."

"You're right. That's the only thing about her that's admirable, and it's so vibrant it's annoying."

Youzhu sighed, it seemed that taking care of Qingzi was not that easy.

"I didn't want to tell her who rescued her, but I couldn't keep it a secret."

Youzhu said this, thought carefully, and changed his words.

"No, she figured it was you before I even had a chance to say anything."

At that time, Youzhu asked Qingzi about this issue for a while, but she laughed it off by saying, "The patient needs to rest."

Even now, when she thinks about it, Youzhu still feels a little unhappy.

After hearing that Qingzi planned to invite Aiwen to meet and thank her in person, Youzhu became even more dissatisfied.

"But Qingzi said there was important information and asked me to bring you here. There's nothing I can do about it."

Youzhu muttered to herself, not knowing what she was uncomfortable with.

Is it the headache that Qingzi still has because she is paralyzed in bed, or is it the reluctance to show others around her home?

Or maybe it was... the witch's unwillingness to be forced to share her exclusive and treasured possession.

……

Walking through the long streets and stepping onto the deserted mountain road, the haunted house that the people of Misaki Town talk about is right in front of you.

This was Aiwen's first time visiting Arizuma Kuonji's house. Although he had heard about the "haunted house" from customers at his part-time job before, he had never been very interested.

However, lack of interest does not mean lack of curiosity. Aiwen is not an emotionally indifferent person, he just doesn't pursue anything specifically.

The scenery along the way was very beautiful, which dispelled the boring time of going uphill.

Although it was boring, Aiwen felt that this time was precious.

Although Youzhu beside him didn't speak often, it was her presence that turned strolling from a simple journey into a leisurely stroll.

Walk to the end of the mountain road, open the solemn iron gate, walk through the forest path, and what finally comes into view is a fairy-tale courtyard.

Well, it has the kind of desolate feeling you would find in a dark fairy tale. With the arrival of winter, there are countless dead branches and leaves in the courtyard, and weeds are rampant, which really destroys the beauty.

Youzhu took a few quick steps, turned around at the small courtyard in front of the mansion, stretched out her hand with a little pride, and introduced the exquisite and complex British architecture behind it.

"Welcome to my mansion. If you like, you can come visit me anytime in the future."

……

Opening the quaint door, the scenery inside the house is completely different from the outside.

If the courtyard outside gave Aiwen a desolate feeling, then the interior of the mansion was elegant and tidy.

Watching Youzhu's casual yet skilled movements, a thought crossed Aiwen's mind: 'Perhaps for Youzhu, the only thing that matters is this house, and the courtyard and other things are excluded?'

After entering the house, Youzhu's aura of keeping strangers away eased a little. She looked at Aiwen seriously and told him the prohibited things in the house.

"As for the West Building, you can't go there for now. There are many dangerous items inside. If you accidentally release them, it will cause chaos."

"The door behind the stairs cannot be opened. It's a private space..."

"The third floor is the attic. You can go in, but it's never been cleaned and there's a lot of dust."

In short, Aiwen roughly understood the scope of his activities: the second floor of the east building, the living room, the sunroom and the kitchen, which only occupied about one-third of the space in the house.

But it is enough. Visiting is not his main purpose. He can come again next time. The top priority now is Qingzi.

So Aiwen took the initiative to ask Youzhu who was walking towards the kitchen: "Youzhu, how is Qingzi doing now? Is she still resting?"

"As for Aoko, she should be in a coma right now. Her body is recovering rapidly from the effects of the magic seal, so she needs a lot of rest, like twenty hours of sleep a day."

Youzhu's reply came from the kitchen. Her light and pleasant voice was not very clear due to the gurgling sound of boiling water.

"Wait a little longer. Qingzi will soon wake up. I'll make you a pot of tea first."

So that's how it is. Are you planning to play the role of host?

Aiwen nodded and sat properly on the big sofa in the living room, with no intention of wandering around.

Youzhu is very serious about making tea. The steps are complicated and even the water has to be boiled in a pot, so it takes a long time.

Fortunately, Aiwen always brought his Walkman with him. He put on the headphones, turned on the power, and listened to the soothing music, so it wasn't boring.

"Please use."

After a while, the attractive black tea was served, and the young witch presented it proudly and confidently to entertain her new friends.

Aiwen silently savored the deep tea. Beneath the bitter taste, there was a long-lasting fragrance.

"call."

After taking a sip, warmth spread from the stomach, driving away the winter chill, and even the stiff hands and feet regained their temperature.

“Excellent tea.”

Aiwen couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. He felt that the taste of the black tea in his hand was very strange. It was obviously bitter, but he still wanted to taste it.

"Right." Youzhu was a little happy. She shared her preferences with the other party and received the expected response.

"This is Darjeeling. Next time you come, I'll make you a pot of Ceylon."

At the same time, hidden beneath the conversation was another invitation. It was secretive, but also a secret determination.

For Yuzu, the number of people who could be allowed into the mansion was probably less than five fingers, but she wanted to try to take half a step.

"I can't make tea of the same quality as yours, so next time I have the chance, I'll bring a different gift."

Although he didn't hear the hidden thoughts behind Youzhu's actions, Aiwen only needed to respond with a normal attitude.

Only those who can agree with each other in daily life can be considered friends.