Just after twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who was about to go to the cafeteria to eat, received a piece of bad news from the mouth of Kuda Moshu.

"Mr. Hirakawa, I remember that there was a meeting at one o'clock."

Kuda Moki sat in his seat and said to him as he took out the lunch box from his backpack.

Tetsufumi Hirakawa, who was about to get up, paused suddenly.

He had a bit of a stress reaction to things like "having a meeting."

"Meeting?" Asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Kuda Moshu nodded affirmatively.

“…… What will? ”

"Homeroom teacher meeting."

Tetsufumi Hirakawa was a little numb.

"Well, I don't know."

"I was notified by Mr. Hirakawa when I was in class just now." Kuda Moshu chuckled, she also knew that the male teacher in front of her hated meetings the most, "Anyway, come back quickly after lunch, don't be late." ”

“……”

——

And when Tetsufumi Hirakawa went to the cafeteria to eat expressionlessly because of the sudden bad news, at this moment, the classroom was not calm.

Of course, this kind of unrest only exists between Amamiya Night and a certain Miss Shinohara-sama.

Just like the calm sea, the undercurrent of the bottom of the sea crashes into the reef, and it is the atmosphere that hides the calm of the wind and waves.

Amamiya sat in his seat, and the bento box only occupied the bottom half of the table.

On the upper half of the table, Shiori Shinohara sat in front of her, smiling with a dignified and polite smile.

"Amamiya-san, today, let's dine together, right?"

Amamiya looked down at his lunch box and nodded slightly.

"Hmm."

She doesn't like to be too close to others, but this is an enemy, an enemy to be defeated.

It was also a request from Mr. Hirakawa.

Amamiya opened the bento box and revealed the bento made by her mother, she picked up her chopsticks and quietly glanced at Shiori Shinohara on the other side.

She did the same thing, a beautiful bento box with a lunch that didn't look cheap at least.

The two of them adhered to some unspeakable tacit understanding, and began to eat their lunch with their heads down, each without speaking.

It's like this classic metaphor: the calm before the storm.

However, in Amamiyaya's mind, she prefers to imagine the current scene as a challenger - not a brave man, just a challenger who is not self-sufficient, and a battle with the demon king.

At the end of the journey, the eerie castle, the sky with dark clouds gathering, is as black as ink.

Lightning pierced the clouds, and lightning lit up the sky, and the sound was deafening.

And in the Western-style castle, the dim crystal ball, the beating blue and white firelight.

On the European-style long table, the challenger and the demon king sit opposite each other.

This is a duel between the enemies of fate.

And Amamiya Night, she is the Demon King.

The Demon King quietly ate his lunch, of course, with a knife and fork, and a glass of red wine, bloody and bewitching red.

Amamiya imagined her hands gently shaking the red wine.

On the other side, young, ignorant and self-defeating challengers.

She finally couldn't hold her breath anymore.

She felt the weapon in her hand.

"Amamiya-san."

"Hmm." The Demon King looked down at her with disdain.

"Yesterday ......"

Shiori Shinohara pretended to eat her own food naturally.

"Because of something, I also added ...... Mr. Hiragawa's line. ”

However, no matter how much she pretended to be natural, her face was still slightly red when she said this.

Shiori Shinohara doesn't like to expose her thoughts so nakedly, preferring a hazy, youthful, flower-like beauty in the fog.

Like the breeze in early summer, like the reflection in the mirror, like the light and shadow of the sun shining on the ground as it passes through the treetops.

That's how it feels.

However, this is the enemy.

So......

Shiori Shinohara pretended to be calm and stretched out her left hand, swept across her warm side face, and pulled her long hair.

"Last night, I disturbed Mr. Hirakawa because of some problems."

The Demon King whispered a "hmm", as if asking, "And then?" ”

“……”

Shiori Shinohara forced herself to speak, her voice as if she was eager to prove something, but she was deliberately hiding something.

"I thought that Mr. Hirakawa would be upset about being disturbed, but ...... He patiently answered my questions and finally said goodnight. ”

The girl's wayward experiment, just for that bland good night.

Although it is plain, in the girl's perception, it is like the wind blowing in the ears on a summer night, and the light hair flutters with the wind, gently rubbing against her cheeks.

Everything is fluttering.

However, when this kind of thing is said, the demon king doesn't care at all.

She shook her wine glass in her left hand and picked up a small piece of meat with a fork with her right hand and put it in her mouth.

"Well, Mr. Hirakawa is a very patient teacher."

“……”

Shiori Shinohara glanced at Amamiya's swaying left hand, and then at her calm face.

"Hmm."

In the first round, there was no noticeable effect.

"Actually, there was a time before."

Halfway through lunch, the long-brewing challenger launched a second round of attacks.

The Demon King looked at her again with contempt.

"What's wrong?"

Shiori Shinohara spat out the warm gas in her mouth, took a deep breath, and smiled.

"Actually, I had the experience of forgetting to bring an umbrella before."

"So after school in the afternoon, Mr. Hirakawa dropped me off at the school gate."

At the end, the girl added softly.

"Until the rain stops."

It's still just a bland experience, but ah.

Just like the clear sky after the rain, it is so blue that it is intoxicating, and the air is also moist with moisture, and it is a clean smell when you breathe in.

That day, she was looking forward to the rain not stopping, and the umbrella above her head, which was still holding after the rain stopped, the last umbrella to be put away among the pedestrians.

It is "but I hope that the wind and rain will come, and I can keep you here".

It is also "even if it is rainless, I will stay here".

In Shiori Shinohara's memory, even the rain that melted into the stagnant water that day was tinged with rainbow-like dreamy colors.

However, this emotion cannot be conveyed.

It wasn't until Shiori Shinohara, who was always blushing, that she realized that perhaps, without the processing of emotions, her bland words could not make waves.

“……”

The girl was silent for a while, looking at the night of the rain palace without any fluctuations, hesitated, hesitated, and started the third round of offensive.

"And when it's time for holidays......"

Whether it's the reflection in the window of the car when you go, or the moment in front of the hotel, the moment you play tricks on yourself, or the corner of your skirt lifted by the breeze when you return, or the moment when the window opens, the wind that pours into the car blows your hair to the side of someone's face.

I can't forget every picture.

And the tune that rang in my ears and sounded all the way.

As soon as I think about it, my heart beats faster.

The hazy beauty, like a fluttering skirt, is faint.

There is also a sense of taboo.

Like the forbidden fruit in the hands of Adam and Eve.

Shiori Shinohara felt like she heard her own heartbeat, and the sound of her breathing.

The cheeks are warm, even hot.

The words that came out of his mouth were all muffled by his chaotic heartbeat and breathing, let alone the other side, and he couldn't hear clearly.

In the midst of such scenes, fantasies, and moods.

Suddenly, she heard a quiet, but unusually clear, voice in her ears.

Amamiya leaned forward, her mouth close to her ear, and the sound of air currents breaking into her ears.

"It's this holiday, and I'm waiting for Mr. Hirakawa halfway through."

"This body is standing on the wall, and Mr. Hirakawa is standing in the distance, taking a picture of this body into his mobile phone."

Then he walked under the body, looked at the bottom of the skirt, and took the body off the wall.

"Mr. Hirakawa's body is warm."

“……”

The Demon King impatiently counterattacked, and the blow was fatal.

The challenger who was not able to do anything, and his weapons fell to the ground.

Amamiya looked at the chopsticks on the ground, and the bloodless face of a certain girl, and smiled happily.

Vulnerable.

An opponent that can be easily defeated by the body of the present world, it is even easier for her to make a move.

Scold.