I became a heart-stealing thief in Azure Files

"Hey……"

The pink-haired girl in the driver's seat leaned out of the car window, glanced at the scene, and then sighed softly in distress.

"Did Qinna usually have to deal with this much?"

Suppressing the subtle thoughts in her mind, Amamiya unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the passenger seat.

"No... the Rescue Knights aren't usually this busy."

"It's because of the recent school festival; the Rescue Knights are busy with 'planning,' and most members can't spare the time..."

Amamiya approached Serina, reached out and lifted the girl's side hair, then touched her long pink feathers.

"You must be exhausted... Serena."

【~???~】

"Whoosh..."

A refreshing feeling, like the morning dew and the touch of a single feather, stirred a subtle emotion within the young girl.

"Sensei...you should be more concerned about the wounded than me, right?"

Amamiya, of course, couldn't forget these members of the Justice Committee. Taking advantage of the atmosphere, after touching Serena's uniquely textured feathers, he quickly went to the members of the Rescue Knights.

“Psona…”

"Michael!"

As Amamiya summoned, blue flames roared and rose up, gathering behind Amamiya and becoming a halo of halo.

Light-forged feathers drifted down from the ethereal 'heaven', and a phantom figure in golden armor and a long dress, with flowing pink hair, lowered eyes and a compassionate and holy expression, appeared in mid-air.

【Psona - Michael (Arcana: Judgment)】

[Introduction: Michael is one of the four greatest archangels recorded in the Bible. As the highest-ranking angel, his name means "who is like God" or "one who is like God."]

Michael's attitude towards 'demons' is absolutely intolerant. Holding a sword and scales, she symbolizes battle and judgment, and is a formidable adversary of demons.

[It is said that she was the angel who led the angelic army and defeated the demon king Satan.]

"The Savior's Healing!"

The holy angel adjusted the scales, bringing them to balance.

Then, she flapped her wings suddenly, hurling the light feathers out like sharp throwing knives.

The momentum of "Michael" activating "Healing of the Savior" is completely different from the effect of Mary's "murmur of the Virgin Mary" or "heavenly harmony," and it looks like an attack skill.

In reality, this is a skill used for healing.

There's no other way. After all, I'm not a full-time healing angel. Being able to control a group heal and give myself a quick heal when it matters is enough.

'However... the appearance of the 'Michael' summoned this time seems to resemble Mika's...'

As the light feather spread, the Justice Committee members who had collapsed to the ground felt a gentle, spring-like warmth.

—Although it's already autumn, getting caught in 'spring rain' feels a bit strange, but at this time of year, the 'rain' still comes just in time.

In the blink of an eye... those with minor injuries no longer needed to stop the bleeding, and those with serious injuries were completely able to jump around again.

Qinna, holding a megaphone used by medical personnel, began calling out, "Everyone, come over here!"

"Although Sensei helped treat everyone's injuries, the most basic follow-up examinations and disinfection... to avoid any potential complications, it's best to go to the Rescue Knights for a check-up."

"Wounded personnel, please line up to board the vehicles. If all seats are available, please wait where you are."

Skipping most of the normal medical treatment procedures, Qinna felt that the emergency missions she had experienced since joining the Rescue Knights had never been as simple as today.

In the past, even wounded soldiers needed several members of the Ambulance Knights to carry them in one vehicle after another...

Now, with a simple call, these healed wounded can get on the vehicle on their own and go to the Rescue Knights for examination.

She turned off the loudspeaker and watched as the wounded lined up one by one to enter the ambulance. Qin Na glanced at Yu Gong, who seemed to have done something small, and withdrew her aura, her blue flames extinguished.

"Sensei, thank you so much for your help today..."

"You're welcome."

Amamiya waved her hand and said seriously, "If Serina could show me more 'care' like before... I would be very happy."

Qinna paused, and images flashed through her mind.

'Sensei is referring to the one from before...'

'Hold Sensei in my arms, and then...'

"..."

"???!"

Realizing what was happening, Qinna hurriedly responded and then ran away.

[...My bond with Serina has deepened.]

【Serina Washimi (Bleach) ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆】

"Everyone, come this way! Please board the bus in an orderly manner!"

at the same time……

The attic of the Holy Trinity Tea Party.

"Eh?!"

The pink-haired girl, who was looking at a plate of Swiss rolls with a troubled expression, suddenly felt a subtle flutter in her heart.

strangeness……

It's like...Sensei is calling my name, summoning me?

Is it... an illusion?

There seems to be a very special feeling in the air...

Should we go over and take a look?

Chapter Fourteen: The Taste of Sorrow, I Know!

"Oh... with astonishing efficiency, they collected all the necessary materials in less than half a day."

"I've witnessed firsthand the swift and decisive actions of the 'phantom thief'."

The box was opened, and the aroma of the sliced ​​cake filled the air. The magician in the antiquarian library took light breaths, adjusting his mindset.

'Although there are still many questions I need to ask Sensei about *The Book of Book Collectors*, now is clearly not the time to ask…'

After organizing the materials, You's eyes flickered slightly, and for a moment her gaze became exceptionally sharp.

"Then... let's get started."

"Thank you so much!!"

With success in sight and the feeling that everything was about to be revealed and settled, the black-haired nun, who had been feeling uneasy for a long time, immediately raised her voice and expressed her heartfelt gratitude.

"Um, do you need me to do anything afterwards... Waaah...??"

Yu gave him an apologetic look, then covered Hinata's lips from behind, while Amamiya simultaneously made a soft 'shush' sound to signal silence.

"Shh~~"

"Hyuga, we must keep quiet, whether it's the library or the used bookstore..."

"If you suddenly start talking, it can easily disrupt your flow state, which may lead to mistakes..."

"If we want to help You, the biggest help we can give her is to avoid doing anything unnecessary, attract her attention, and thus cause her to make mistakes in the process."

【~???~】(worried)

【~??~】（Hinata）

The displeasure in Yu's eyes quickly vanished, and she gave Amamiya a gentle smile.

“Sensei is right…”

"The restoration work may take some time. During this time... if you are staying in the antiquarian library, please try to remain quiet and avoid... doing anything unnecessary."

"Also, if you wish to leave the antiquarian library... you can leave now. I will contact you again once the restoration is complete."

As Amamiya touched the girl's back and her delicate, youthful face, clearly feeling her stiff body and burning cheeks, he withdrew his hand at the opportune moment.

"Hyuga must be exhausted from traveling all this way."

"If you'd like to rest for a while in the antiquarian bookstore..."

Under Amamiya's guidance, Yu felt no pressure to respond.

Having already picked up the tattered pages of the book, and with her hands full, she naturally gestured with her chin toward a small cubicle in the distance.

"...You can rest there for a while."

Thinking of something, a faint blush rose on You's cheeks.

Seemingly a little shy, she 'warned' as if issuing a pre-emptive disclaimer: "But let me make this clear first... if you have any complaints about the taste, I'll kick you out."

Knowing that Yu needed to calm down at this time, Amamiya didn't say anything strange like "Yu's taste is delicious" or "If you rub Yu a little, the taste is especially good".

"...Hinata?"

He poked Hinata in the lower back, waking the girl from her dazed state and blank mind.

"Um... um."

Hinata seemed lost in thought, but subconsciously suppressed her voice.

I usually stay at home, always confined to the ancient bookstore... a space that's practically no different from being secluded all the time.

The direction she was pointing to was a single bed that resembled a single bedroom, cleverly integrated between the bookshelves and the building structure. It was inconspicuous yet cozy, and included a desk and lamp.

Besides fascinating astronomical artifacts like astrolabes, Amemiya also displays a multitude of other collectibles that have a historical feel or are considered 'niche'.

'You seem to have quite a few hobbies...?'

Sitting on what was probably the bed that Yu occasionally used to rest, Amamiya twitched her nose and sniffed the surrounding air.

...Don't say it.

It really does have a... strange smell.

It's hard to describe in words, but the smell is absolutely unforgettable and instantly recognizable; it's definitely a scent that only a select few can have.

Hinata nervously glanced around, her gaze lingering on Amamiya.

After hesitating for a while, she finally sat down by the bed.

She seemed to have no intention of resting, her face flushed as she lowered her head and remained silent.

"..."

Negotiating with the 'reckless girl' is relatively easy.

The main reason is... what's written on their faces is something that any harem manga male protagonist, except for those with zero emotional intelligence, can easily see.

Hinata's pursed lips and silent expression, along with her slightly trembling eyes... Amamiya didn't even need to think to know that she was probably thinking about something inappropriate.

Of course... as a nun, Hinata's understanding of 'improper' is quite different from Amamiya's ideal of 'improper'.

For an innocent nun... what could be more improper than sleeping fully clothed in the same bed with Sensei?

Use your two soft breasts to help Sensei relax, and fry out some milk?

—That's an idea only a racing legend like Hanako could come up with, and even then, Hanako would only ever think about it; there's absolutely no way she would actually dare to do it.

Hanako should know better than anyone else that 'excessive' behavior is only appropriate in crowded places.

However, in a 'private setting'... it's too easy for someone to take advantage of the situation and then be caught off guard and overpowered.

Different people have different definitions of 'bad things'.

In Mary's view, a pat on the head was already a form of intimate contact;

Kissing and hugging are intimate symbols of a 'special relationship';

The 'unknown territory' that followed was something she couldn't even imagine, no matter how hard she tried, after transforming into a steampunk princess;