I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Tower of the Yang.

Tower of the Moon.

The double-faced tower Izeruma.

The carriage stopped in front of the Moon Tower. It is said that the Moon Tower is the residence of the Izeluma family, and the Sun Tower is the guest room used to entertain guests.

"Please go this way. ... Then, I wish you both a pleasant time."

The coachman nodded to the guests, and when the last person got out of the car, the coachman and the carriage disappeared into the air, leaving only a small toy soldier and a small carriage, as if the fairy tale had become reality.

Inexplicably, two names came to Shinji's mind, Kuonji Yuju, and Alice.

Two names, one person, an old friend of Aoko and Orange. Although they have never met, Shinji knows that she is a witch who is good at fairy tale magic. She comes from England. Could it be related to this place? Perhaps it was because of Youzhu's help that Iseluma was able to quietly connect with "her".

While Shinji was thinking, the problem students in El-Meloy's classroom started shouting again.

"Oh~ It turned into a toy. It's so interesting. How did you do it? Can I learn it too?" Flat's eyes lit up.

"Are you an idiot?" Sfen did not hide her disdain, "How can such a family secret be taught to outsiders?"

"But we have the super invincible Great Big Ben☆London Star who is number one in the clock tower——ah."

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit on the back of the head. Looking back, I saw a girl dressed as an aristocrat holding up a knife.

"Aww, Leni."

"Although I don't hate being called such an affectionate name, you should be more careful with me. You can be regarded as the longest-qualified among the current students, right?"

"...Please allow me to interrupt, Miss Lenise. I came a month earlier than Flatt."

Hearing Sven's protest, Lenis couldn't help but smile.

"Well, then you should be more cautious. We are not in the classroom now. We are all representatives of El-Meloy's classroom."

Shinji was also laughing when he saw this scene. With Lenise's prestige in the classroom, Weber would never be able to get rid of this girl in his life.

On the other side, Weber was talking to a middle-aged man who walked out of the tower door. He is about forty-five years old, has brown hair, is wearing a vermilion suit, and holds a cane in one hand. He is dressed in a classic British gentleman style.

"I made you laugh, Lord of Izeluma."

"No, Professor Velvet, it's an honor for me to see the heroes in your classroom."

The middle-aged gentleman bowed and performed a standard courtesy and said to the boys and girls who had restrained their playful attitude.

"I am Byron Baruyeletta Izeluma. Please come in. The banquet has already begun."

…

Under the high ceiling of the banquet hall, there was a solemn light.

There was a thick velvet carpet under the feet, but there was no stuffy feeling. The banquet hall was filled with cool air and jazz-style music.

The melody is reminiscent of the distant sea. The trumpet is as melodious as the ocean tide, the piano is as slender as the waves, and the double bass supports the undercurrent powerfully. What's even more surprising is that the people who played this music are not human beings, but mechanical dolls. It seems that Iseluma intends to carry out the fairy tale style to the end.

"It is indeed an orthodox branch of the Creation Department (Baruye)." Weber admired in a low voice.

Flat's eyes were shining again. Fortunately, he still remembered Lenise's instructions, and finally suppressed his curiosity. He and Sifen each took a drink and hid in the corner and whispered.

Not far away from the two of them, Lenis and Weber were greeting the guests. Because Weber rarely attended social banquets, Lenise took Weber around first to avoid the possibility that Weber would not be able to call out their names when acquaintances came over to greet them.

Gray followed the two of them quietly. At such times, she turned into a shadow, watching and listening but not speaking.

As for Shenji, he seemed to be on the same team as Sfen and Flat, but in fact he was secretly observing the layout and personnel distribution of the entire banquet hall.

"Tranberio, Trambario, Trambario, Meastia, Trambelio, Meastia, Trambelio, oh, there's a Basil at last Mero."

Here, Barthemero and Tremberio Meastia refer to the names of factions. A rough calculation showed that more than half of the people were led by Trambellio, a large part of the remaining people were Meastians (neutralists), and Barthemero only accounted for 10% - and this 10% None of them are part of Lorelaia's core team, at least that's what it seems on the surface.

There is a platform protruding from the spiral staircase deep inside that connects to the second floor. If nothing unexpected happens, that should be the stage where this "exhibit" will be unveiled.

Opposite to the stage, the place that can achieve the same effect as the stage is the entrance to the Moon Tower, above the gate, there——! ! !

The moment his eyes turned to the door, Shinji's body trembled and half of the drink in his hand spilled on the ground.

He saw someone, a familiar woman, a woman who had been away from him for three years, never contacted her, and never responded to his messages.

The hair color, which is rare for Asians, reflects their eyes, body and appearance that have been fixed since time immemorial.

Aozaki orange.

Found you, finally found you.

The beauty who is number one in the Clock Tower, the tasks entrusted to her by Lorelaia are all secondary. Even without these, he would still find a way to get here, no matter what means he uses.

Because this was the only place he knew where she might appear. If you miss this time, you may never see her again. With her current abilities, it would be impossible to find her if she wanted to hide from herself.

Put down the glass.

He tried his best to calm down the trembling caused by excitement.

Hold your breath and concentrate, suppressing all biological characteristics to a minimum.

Quietly, just so quietly.

Without attracting any attention, especially without attracting her attention, he lurked behind her as quickly as possible.

Then - he wrapped his hands around her waist and whispered in her ear.

"caught you."

"You caught me."

The hugged Chengzi didn't panic at all, as if he had expected it. Even though Shinji had changed so much in body and voice three years ago, and he had disguised himself before coming here, Chengzi still recognized him, even faster than him.

"But it's a little later than I thought."

"Because I was so excited, I was afraid that you would find me and run away, so I spent a little more time finding my state, although it didn't seem to be of any use."

Shenji kept tightening his arms so that his chest was pressed tightly against her back.

"You, you have grown so tall, you still look like a child in some places."

"Because children can act rogue openly - sister."

"Um?"

"come back."