Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　The Saint King realized what that meant.

　The nun knew this too...

　But no one did anything, no one dared to say anything... and from that time on, the world grew darker and darker.

　Finally, it was his turn.

　The young, hopeful Saint King was eventually called into the room by the priest... but at that time he was helpless.

　They couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

　However... the Saint King always makes the right decision at the right time, as if he has been divinely inspired.

　In despair, he shouted at the figures passing by outside the stained glass window—

　【Help.】

　"..."

　"Your Majesty, I am very grateful that you are able to tell me these things."

　The white-haired magical girl said this, then paused and said, "I know it was Cong Yu passing by outside... but didn't the other children shout?"

　The Saint King said nothing to this, but simply looked at the other party.

　After a moment's thought, the magical girl realized... indeed, because the other party was a priest, and the victims were all children from the church.

　Therefore, those who dare not speak out are the minority.

　Even if someone is crying and making a fuss, there might not be anyone passing by, and even if there are, they won't offer help.

　The magical girl almost understood.

　"Then what

　? ”

　To the magical girl who asked this question, the Saint King showed a nostalgic expression: "I witnessed Cong Yu's schemes and plots."

　"He rushed into the room with several nuns, and when he realized that... the nuns were about to side with the priest, he took out a hidden knife and slit the priest's throat, splashing blood everywhere."

　Upon hearing the Saint King's words, the white-haired magical girl pondered for a moment: "Does that mean Cong Yu made two preparations?"

　Yes, that's true.

　"As you said..."

　"Then Cong Yu went on a killing spree, brandishing his blade and inciting the children to kill every adult who knew the truth..."

　As the Saint King spoke, looking at the monsters strolling through the water mirror's magic, he said, "That is, all the adults."

　“Cong Yu sent the children home and then burned the church to the ground.”

　“Cong Yu instructed everyone to give a different story, and everyone’s story was different, so it took the knight a long time to pinpoint a specific person.”

　"Make the carpenter's son say that the blacksmith's son killed him."

　"Then he told the little blacksmith that if anyone asked, he should say that the fisherman's son killed him... and then he told the fisherman's son another version of the story, and so on."

　"And our names are mixed in somewhere in the middle. After this arrangement, Cong Yu took me on my escape."

　The magical girl understood the intention that it wasn't in the "last link," but rather "in one of the links."

　"Wang...how old were you back then?"

　"Cong Yu is nine years old, and I am eight years old."

　"..." Nine years old... That's terrifying.

　The magical girl was somewhat taken aback. She couldn't help but open her mouth and say, "Will those children and nuns really act as Cong Yu wants?"

　She asked this question first, then pondered for a moment: "Or is it that Cong Yu had already made plans for a mistake in one of the steps?"

　If it's the latter, then the elaborate schemes, one after another, make the nine-year-old Cong Yu seem rather terrifying.

　"It's the former."

　"..." Magical Girl: "???"

　The former... what is the former?

　Oh...right, those kids actually did act according to Cong Yu's plan, didn't they?

　"A succubus?

　Amid the magical girl's involuntary sigh, the Saint King remained calm and composed: "Rather than saying that, it's more accurate to say that he has the charisma and leadership qualities of a leader... He is a born king, just like me."

　That's a rather shameless statement.

　However, the Saint King before him did not seem to be joking at all... Looking at his face and achievements.

　But I have to admit, what he said was true...

　In fact, to the average person, the little-known Cong Yu could not compare to the Saint King.

　At this moment, Saint King also realized that he had said too much about Cong Yu... It seemed that this guy in front of him had been asking questions all along.

　Are you very interested in Cong Yu?

　"That's what the Saint King asked."

　"..." The magical girl looked away and silently shook her head... She dared not say she was interested.

　Who would dare steal your man...?

　Well, speaking of which, although she has been the royal chief of the Saint King for so long... she still doesn't know whether the King is male or female.

　"..." In response to the impolite yet probing gaze of the white-clad magical girl, the Saint King looked at the monsters who had left Oak Town in the water mirror.

　Saint King silently took out his phone and started typing...

　Then, very quickly, Cong Yu replied to the message.

　[Cong Yu: I've been quite busy lately and might not be able to make it... As for the monsters, how about you give them a spiritual vein?]

　[Saint King: What do you mean?]

　[Cong Yu: Let's just evacuate everyone... Don't tell me you're not curious what the monsters want with the spirit vein knots?]

　[Saint King: Interesting, but what are you busy with?]

　[Cong Yu: Taking care of the magical girl who lives with me.]

　"..." Saint King: "???"

　Saint King: "..."

　Saint King: "!!!"

　Chapter 239 It's a maid cafe again, take it away!

　Finally, after a long period of torment, Yaochuan Guang's illness was finally cured... Unfortunately, the illness of ordinary people was still not cured.

　So unfortunately, the school is still on holiday.

　It's worth mentioning that after various holidays and school closures due to bloodshed and illness... Fuuto High School's academic classes are basically doomed this year.

　School started in early September, but after only a short time, a vampire broke into the school and killed people, leading to a two-week school closure.

　After attending some more classes, the Wind Song Festival arrived in early October, followed by the virus monster from last time... or some kind of infected monster.

　Because of this strange person, Fengsong Ri was implicated this time.

　This incident was named the "Wind Song Disaster Incident," which might seem absurd to people in other cities.

　An event was named because only a few hundred people were sick.

　If this were in Central City, let alone hundreds of people getting sick, even if hundreds of people died, this incident would probably just be assigned a "file number".

　Called [Year X]

　Something like "Death on [Date]"...

　However, in Fengdu, this is indeed considered a major event...

　Besides the minors, many teachers fell ill, leading to a long period of school closures, and the progress of academic courses has been completely ruined.

　Fortunately... or rather, it's quite touching, whether it's the teachers or students of Fuuto High School, or the homeroom teachers and principal.

　No one cares about that.

　Ugh, this makes it sound like nobody actually wants to go to class... Happy education is all about happiness! Happiness is the most important thing!

　As for those who want to attend a good university...

　She also has enough self-discipline to study at home... For example, Yaochuan Guang, who has tutoring from Cong Yu, hasn't fallen too far behind in her studies.

　Or rather, she seems like a background figure in the club, spending all her time in the food club, but in reality, she has excellent grades.

　Well, no matter what, he's a member of the family.

　Even if she doesn't become the head of the family or inherit any family business in the future, her innate good qualities will make her academic performance unexpectedly outstanding.

　However, after school reopened, everyone's mind was not on studying, and not many people cared about this aspect anymore.

　It's already mid-October.

　And at this point... we have to mention a very important one, a special program that often takes place in Japanese high schools.

　School Festival... also known as Cultural Festival, or School Open Day.

　On this day, students will engage in activities in both their classes and clubs, and can also earn some extra money along the way.

　This is a day that everyone has been looking forward to!

　"Cough cough."

　The homeroom teacher coughed a few times, standing on a pile of books and trying to stick his head out: "You all know about the school festival, right?"

　Everyone showed great enthusiasm for this.

　"understood!"

　"Okay!"

　"The school festival begins!"

　"..." Amidst the huge cheers from below the podium, the homeroom teacher, who also seemed quite happy, jumped up and down a couple of times, but the stack of books slipped, and he almost fell flat on his face.

　Luckily, she turned around quickly and successfully turned her "facepalm" into a "butt landing"! Wow! So agile!

　Then, the agile, short homeroom teacher, rubbing his bottom, stood up again: "The week after next! The school festival will be held this weekend, lasting two days."

　With that, the homeroom teacher continued under the gaze of the now quiet students, "You all need to make your own arrangements regarding what activities our class will participate in during the school festival. The competition will continue as usual afterward."

　"Everyone needs to help with class and club projects. But we can discuss which side you'll be helping with on the school festival day, and that's all..."

　Before the homeroom teacher could finish speaking, some students almost immediately raised their hands: "Maid cafeteria!"

　People seemed uninterested in this.

　Another maid cafe?

　Fuuto High School was open to the public that day, and many people came to the school to have fun.

　Last year, Class A also opened a maid cafe, but there were hardly any customers... Even having Congyu attract customers outside the door was useless.

　After all, it feels like nine out of ten classes run maid cafes... Even if Congyu is very useful, it's uncertain how many customers she can attract.

　So everyone looked at the homeroom teacher, waiting for her opinion.

　In response to everyone's expectations, the homeroom teacher pondered for a moment and came up with a very novel idea: "How about the school festival bar?"

　The homeroom teacher, seemingly getting excited, said, "Those corporate slaves who work overtime during the day and at night, and only have a little free time on weekends."

　“These people frequent bars, so maybe… no, they’ll definitely be interested in bars run by students.”

　Is that going too far? Wage slaves will cry, wage slaves will cry!

　"..."

　"..." Perhaps they would be very interested, but..."

　Do you know you've broken the law?!

　Without hesitation, Cong Yu picked up her phone and held it to her ear: "Hello? Is this the principal? I have something to say."

　Class teacher: "Hey!"