Russell noticed that Kuroha-san was not eliminated in the first round of questions.

Kuroba doesn't seem to have a particular dislike or affection for demons.

He was a little hesitant to join the Wonton Society, which was backed by the Demon Order, but after hearing that the Wonton Club backed by the Demon Order could make him stronger, he finally accepted it.

This may be due to the fact that Black Feather comes from an ordinary family, lacks understanding of the evil deeds done by demon worshippers, and feels that the Demon Order is no different from other secret organizations.

Well, actually, I don't know about it myself. Russell muttered silently.

"Suppose that our Wonton Club and the Demon Order we rely on have done many evil deeds, can you accept it?"

During the in-depth questioning session, Nocturne described to the students the possible evils that demon worshippers could do, including murderous blood sacrifices and rituals that used torture and torture to gain power.

After that, they in turn weed out the students who couldn't accept them.

After hearing those horrific evil deeds, Black Feather finally couldn't accept it, shook his head frantically, and refused the invitation.

Fortunately, Black Feather is still a good person. Russell breathed a sigh of relief and waited patiently for Nocturne and Vermouth to question him.

The two came to Russell.

"Russell, if you say that the Wonton Club and the Demon Order backed by the Wonton Club have done many evil deeds, can you accept it?"

"Evil deeds? Evil deeds! Russell muttered the word, his body trembling violently.

Vermouth's heart shrank, worried that he had just made a mistake in his idea of "finding a good seedling of the Demon Order".

"Do you say that in the name of revolt, you have tyrannized in many places, slaughtering countless cities? They gather hundreds of children, burn them around the wood, and listen to their wails as laughter? Do you boil oil in a cauldron, throw babies inside, and watch them jump for fun? As a result, corpses accumulate into mountains, blood flows into rivers, corpses everywhere, rivers are blocked, and boats cannot be sailed? Russell asked blankly.

"Uh, no." Vermouth didn't know how to answer.

"Or rather, you have invaded a pristine land, waged hundreds of raids and sweeping wars, brutally slaughtered the natives, crushed them with more advanced weapons and magic, and spread smallpox and measles on their land. You're offering rewards for the scalps of the Aborigines, using the severed human scalps as boots, robbing them of their homes, and driving the survivors into barren desert terrain and scattered reservations? Russell asked again.

"Uh, still no." Vermouth was stunned.

"Nothing? Yes, you are an organized and disciplined order! You must have built a system of extremely precise and efficient killing machines to carry out systematic massacres, from the gas chambers to the crematoriums, standardizing all processes so that no executioner feels like they are committing a crime. You're sure you'll be able to pull out tens of thousands of human hair blankets and countless human skin lampshades. ”

The more Russell spoke, the more excited he became, and his confused eyes glowed with fanatical brilliance.

"Even so, you're going to cover it up, right? I guess a couple of parents save money for a year just to save a piece of butter or chocolate and send it to a little girl who is imprisoned in your hands, not knowing that their daughter has turned to ashes, and the letter that the daughter sent home was written by you before she died, and the girl deliberately said hello to her dead grandfather in the letter, but was not noticed by their parents......"

"Uh, no." Vermouth said with a slurrel.

"Why haven't you done anything bad?" Russell's eyes were once again confused.

"I'm sorry, what we're doing isn't that exaggerated." Vermouth scratched her head embarrassedly.

"Then you still blame the good guys." Russell's expression was a little more disdainful.

"Oh, then, thanks?" Vermouth said.

For the first time in her life, Vermouth felt that her self-perception as a demonic cultist had been turned upside down.

……

In the second round of questioning, Vermouth and Nocturne also asked the students if they would keep secrets and not reveal their membership to outsiders, and asked them about their spiritual status, magic learning progress, and academic performance.

Except for Russell's answer "My strength is late in the first year", which is incomprehensible, the answers of the other freshmen are basically more satisfactory.

After the second round of questioning, Vermouth and Nocturne eliminated most of the new students. Amnesticize and demobilize them.

In the end, only Russell and a boy and a woman, a total of 3 students, were successfully selected to join the Wonton Club.

"Congratulations to the three of you on becoming members of our Wonton Club! In the future, I will teach you some rituals and incantations for communicating with demons, summoning demons, and borrowing demonic powers, depending on your professional and extraordinary talents. ”

Vermouth announced loudly.

The three new members are not completely out of hypnosis, their eyes are blank, but they are smiling and courting Vermouth and Nocturne.

Russell was quite happy in his heart, now that he knew Vermouth, he finally had a second entry point for investigation and tracking.

Can't track Nocturne and can't track you?

"Alright, tonight's mission is done. Especially this Russell, the future is limitless. Vermouth was relieved and took a breath.

"No, it's not over yet." Nocturne said coldly, looking through the black hair covering the upper half of his face, to the hazy-eyed arctic wolf bound by the chains by the tree, "We need to find out who he is." ”

Seeing Nocturne and Vermouth walking towards the husky with an honest candle in their hands, Russell's heart tightened and he followed.

He is also a member of the Wonton Society now, and it is his duty to help interrogate the captives!

Nocturne summoned the Sleeping Demon, intensified the hypnosis one more time, patted the Arctic wolf on the shoulder, and began to ask:

"Why are you spying on us? Is it really just a passing by? ”

The arctic wolf's eyes were scattered, and he said slowly: "I have some grudges with Russell, and the original plan was to beat Russell and follow him to this quiet wood, but I didn't expect to bump into your party." ”

"There are a lot of people who have a grudge against me." Russell said lightly.

Vermouth was not surprised, according to what he knew about Russell, it was not normal for no one to have a grudge against Russell.

Nocturne asked again:

"Are you a student at the Academy? What are the kana codes used within the Academy? ”

The Arctic Wolf replied emotionlessly:

"I'm a fourth-year student in the academy, the boss of the White Wolf Club, the Arctic Wolf!"

Nocturne's lower face twitched.

Vermouth spread her hands and sighed, "I'll just say, in a hypnotic state, some people will mix their own imagination in their answers. ”

"But the candle hasn't been extinguished." A Russell came out of the two of them, pointing to the candle flickering with a faint blue fire.

(End of chapter)