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"Oh, it's that Kasumigaoka-senpai. She's quite famous. I never expected her to be a light novel author."

Nishiki Mori Natsumi had also heard about it and nodded.

"She fabricated the story of the Sage? Absolutely audacious!"

Sanae Tokomori was very angry, but when she thought that even the wise man hadn't taken offense, she quickly composed herself.

"Just an ignorant ordinary person."

Natsukawa Masaki spoke dismissively, not taking it to heart.

Ultimately, Class C of the first year decided to present a play for the cultural festival.

"Please give me some suggestions on what kind of story the play should tell, but please don't make yourself the lead!"

"Anything that everyone can act together is fine, and then we'll compile the information and write the script."

After hearing what the class monitor and vice-monitor said, many students in Class C presented the scripts they wanted.

"The Strange Tales of the Evil King's True Eye?"

The class monitor's expression changed when he saw the title of the script.

"The Evil King's True Eye?" This is clearly from Takanashi-kun.

The "Tales of the Strange" refers to records of bizarre and unknown events.

You can imagine what it contains without even looking at it.

"pass".

She claimed it was her duty, but still read the contents and quickly rejected it.

Next book.

"A riot at a ramen shop?"

Confused, she continued reading.

How much does a head of cabbage cost in yen? How much does a bowl of beef noodles cost in yen...?

Why should I strive so hard to become prime minister...?

All I can say is that they look very similar.

The class monitor glanced at the name secretly and silently passed on the script.

Although it's entirely fictional, it would cause a sensation if it were actually performed.

After a while, she and the vice class monitor finished reading all the scripts. Most of them were about love and romance, and the male lead was usually the same person.

"Hasegawa-kun, are you going to act in this? We're already compiling the script, and you're definitely the one for the male lead."

One afternoon, the squad leader came to him.

"Can I say no?"

Hasegawa Izumi raised her head.

"Sure, although everyone will be disappointed, it still depends on their own will, right?"

The class monitor was quite understanding.

Rikka Takanashi watched the class president turn and leave, and said regretfully, "What a pity, I was hoping to show the Sage my superb acting skills, but if the Sage isn't interested, then I won't participate."

Before long, the news spread throughout the class.

"Izumi-chan, aren't you planning to act in a play? That would be so boring! If you could use my script, it would be really interesting."

A tall, proud, cherry-haired girl jogged over, placed her hands on the table, and blocked his view.

What script did Chika write?

He looked away.

"hey-hey……"

Fujiwara Chika gave a strange laugh, her eyes cunning, but she didn't say anything.

"But speaking of which, what would Izumi-chan do if she didn't act in plays? Do odd jobs?"

She expressed her doubts.

Everyone has to participate in the cultural festival activities, so there's no way to slack off.

"Let's talk about it then."

He stretched.

Back to the Far East Magic Society.

They stayed until dusk.

"Dong dong dong..."

Just as they were about to disband, a long-awaited knock sounded on the door.

"Um, is this the Far East Magic Society?"

A delicate-looking girl with short hair walked in.

"Yes."

"It's Hasegawa-san, right?"

Upon hearing the reply, she cautiously looked over.

"It's me, why does everyone have to ask me that?"

Hasegawa Izumi looked somewhat helpless.

"Because, Hasegawa-san is a legend of Shuchiin! And she's still alive."

She responded seriously.

"I've heard that before."

He replied.

Girl:......

Back to topic.

"My name is Nagasaki, and I'm here because I recently encountered something very strange..."

The girl then introduced herself.

She had heard about the Far East Magic Society's statement and, recalling the recent rumors, decided to give it a try and seek help.

Another mysterious event has been triggered?

The girls immediately perked up.

"Tell me in detail."

Izumi Hasegawa sat on the sofa, her fingers interlaced, her gaze stern.

"Phew... I'll get straight to the point then."

Nagasaki took a deep breath and then began her story.

Her story is not complicated.

It was actually one evening when she was passing by the junior high school of Shuchiwon and heading home. She heard someone singing inside the school, and the voice sounded like that of her friend who had recently passed away from a rare disease.

At first, she thought someone had recorded and played her friend's singing, so with this question in mind, she secretly climbed over the wall to get in.

At this moment, following the direction of the sound, she arrived at the light music club where she had spent two years with her friends.

However, when she knocked on the door, there was no response from inside the closed door.

There was nothing she could do but give up for the time being, hoping that the person who did this would know when to stop.

"But what I didn't expect was..."

Nagasaki pursed his lips, his expression suddenly becoming very serious.

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"The next day, I passed by again and heard the same singing. Just like before, I went back to look for it and said some words of advice, but there was still no response..."

"On the third day, I asked the club president for leave and went to the junior high school after school. I waited on the stairs next to the light music club, hoping to find out who was behind it all..."

"However, even after dusk, when all the current members of the light music club had left, I still hadn't seen them. Because it involved my friend, I patiently continued to wait until the security personnel patrolling the campus arrived..."

"Just then, the familiar singing began as expected, but the security personnel acted as if they hadn't heard anything..."

At this point, a hint of fear about the unknown inevitably appeared on Nagasaki's face.

At this point, the girl couldn't help but associate the situation with supernatural or ghostly matters, and immediately ran away.

After I got home, nothing happened.

However, she felt inexplicably uneasy if she just let it pass by like that.

At some point, she remembered the rumors about the Far East Magic Society, so she came over this afternoon to inquire about it.

What are your thoughts on this?

Izumi Hasegawa, wanting to test the knowledge of the organization's members, turned and asked.

"Based on the description, it should be some kind of ghost, right?"

"It certainly doesn't seem like a prank."

"It doesn't seem aggressive at all. Is it because it's related to Nagasaki-san? Could the singing be from one of Nagasaki-san's friends?"

"Only Nagasaki could hear it, which should be based on cause and effect. Since no other warnings were given, it means that the ghost did not retain any memories from its previous life."

The Far East Magic Society members had greatly improved their knowledge and quickly pieced together the general truth of the story from these minor details.

"Well, that's about right, but to get the most accurate answer, we still have to see it for ourselves."

He praised it.

"Um, I don't understand."

Nagasaki smiled sheepishly.

"After a person dies, their soul may be scattered, or they may enter the world of reincarnation, or they may become another form of life, such as remaining in this world as a 'spirit'. Your friend may have stayed in the world after death because of some obsession and become a 'spirit'. That song may exist to call you."

Izumi Hasegawa gave a brief explanation.

"Yes, that's right."

Nagasaki, who had a slight understanding, suddenly realized the current situation. After a moment of silence, her eyes gradually became firm.

"Please, Hasegawa-san, I hope you can help me! I want to find out the truth about this."

She looked hopeful.

"It's rare for a decent client to come to us, and we usually don't refuse."

He gave an answer.

"Leave it to us."

Others were more proactive.

During this time, I only encountered some ordinary ghosts on the road, so weak that I didn't even have the thought of opening my spiritual eyes to remove them. It was rare to encounter something related to mystery, so I couldn't help but feel very interested.

"Well then, see you tonight. I need to go back first; I still need to make dinner for Xiaojiu."

Izumi Hasegawa waved.

Besides Masuzu, the other girls also need to find a reason to explain things to their families.

It was past 8 p.m.

The junior high school is located not far from the Shuchiin High School.

In terms of layout, it is slightly smaller, but the style is not much different.

Because of his school orientation, Izumi Hasegawa had never seen it in person, so this was the first time he had ever seen it.

Soon, everyone had arrived.