The next day at the school, he was courageous with emergency counseling without being informed of the details.
Classes are as usual. A mandatory schedule of two days today and tomorrow to meet all students in a way that leaves only the callers one by one and returns as soon as they are finished without any problems.
From my class, I, Chiaran, and Yuka are supposed to be present after class.
"Suddenly, I was surprised to be taken to Mr. Hunter's house."
I was listening to Euca yesterday, waiting for it to be ready.
"There wasn't anyone else in the Hunter family who was implied, was there?
"Yes"
Yuka nods confidently to Chiaran's question.
"I scanned each of them from the top of my head to the toes of my feet. If there are any signs of black vibes, you'll see."
They're really reliable. Perhaps Yuka is now the best way to detect black vibes. When he decides to do it, he's in a straight line, so the growth rate is incredible.
"Well, I'll call the first one."
The staff signaled when it was ready.
Large conference rooms were set up as venues due to the small size of regular counseling rooms and infirmaries. The students who came in had a large conference room where only one magician disguised as a counselor could be seen.
In fact, teachers, knights, magicians and doctors are surrounded by a perfect attitude. In addition, when Euca is in Troy on the left and right of the seat, it is funny to see that the personnel are arranged in this way. No, it's very serious.
It is a state that is hindered by pinch recognition and cannot be seen by the observation subject if it is only a little chatter.
I've always thought of this magic as all-you-can-peek. Is Troy okay? I'm a little seriously worried.
Chiaran and I stand by as witnesses. I have nothing to do just by watching.
"You're not yet convinced that the killer is...
"Ah. If we don't find anyone else in this investigation... well, that's the best I can do, but it could be yellow."
At the moment, Chiaran, who is said to be the only witness of the black mood, has a difficult face.
Well, I'm sure we'd better not be here, but that'll break the clue.
The first person enters the room quickly, even when you think of it as a moyamoya. They call you from pair after pair after pair after pair of three years, and as soon as you get to your seat, you start counseling in a fast-paced fashion.
The actual liver is Troy and Eucalyptus, which surround the subject from left to right.
Especially Euca creates a very slight black screen of air between the palms, slightly shifting the subject down from the head and scanning carefully.
I'm just watching, but I'm kind of sweating my hands.
The subject doesn't seem to be aware of it at all, but I think maybe if I get hit, my skin will be standing all over my body.
Troy's role is to be an observer as a leader in the academic research of the black spirit.
After confirmation by the two, it was first determined that the first person was white. Your unexpectedly stopped breath is exhaling for a long time.
It's a shame I can't grasp the threads, but it's better if they're all irrelevant. I just need to keep going like this.
And for a moment, Euka shouted for the fifth time.
"There was a reaction!
Ah, it's black ~
Troy agrees, and his voice makes the surroundings noisy.
Ah ~, I knew it... And just the fifth... maybe there's an unexpected number.
I also watch carefully and carefully as I put my hand on the protective stone over my clothes. Certainly, I felt a hint of disgust.
If you're not careful and fully sensing this, you won't notice.
"Remove"
As planned when they found it, Yuka managed to capture the impurities caught on her black breath screen and remove them from the subject without leaving a trace.
That's awesome. Much more dependable than being able to fight.
Looking at the vivid work, I was touched by the impressive growth. It is really comfortable that there are other people besides me who can remove the influence of black air.
About a year and a half after the kidnapping. From the position of a weak victim, to this point, it has become a difficult existence for the country. Yuka has already demonstrated her worth to the top.
It's a pity that most of the people who are watching are unable to see the events in front of them.
"After all, it seems good that it is accurate (...)."
That's right.
Sneak up with Chiaran. Once confirmed by Troy, who was dispatched from the country, the possibility of committing the black cynical relationship - that is, the controllable humanoid monster Grace - jumped.
Students who are implied by the mystery without knowing the reason and removed without knowing it will continue to receive further investigation and care in the separate room.
And here we are, continuing the survey to the next student. It proceeded smoothly, with six confirmed students at the end of the third and second grades.
That concludes our business for today. It was a lot of work, but it took me until just before school.
I'll do this tomorrow... Yuka, good luck.
Whatever.
"--a little bit more than I thought."
I see.
That's exactly what I murmur about. Chiaran also had wrinkles between his eyebrows.
Was there such a dangerous person wandering around the campus? At this rate, it is calculated that there are three or four first-year students.
Anything I didn't notice? Does it feel like it's usually perfectly normal, even if implied, and switches on when some conditions are met?
"I'm concerned about the implied triggering conditions, but I'm also concerned about the victim's lack of unity."
Chiaran leaks his thoughts on the six people found so far.
"Sure... because I was gay at first, I thought it was for strong people, but it's quite fragmented."
Knights, wizards, ordinary people, identity, strength, grades, no connection with me - I can't find anything in common. If you are strong, you can say that your personality is simple and clear, but it will be easier in terms of the ease of implication.
This random choice is just indiscriminate or each has a role to play - we can't go that far because we prioritize the lifting of the implication.
Anyway, I identified six victims today alone. Tomorrow, how many will we find?