"Dear Georg! Dear William! Ah, that Emma... how is Emma..."

The week after leaving early, Georg and William returned to school.

The possibility of being really a Doppelganger can't be wiped out completely, and Emma is the only one who wants to see how things are going, so she waits for her return.

As soon as I saw the Stewart brothers, the students gathered strawly.

"How is onee-sama...?"

When William saw it this morning, he seemed to enjoy doing something in the garden with the cats, but he might say that he was skipping telling them.

And I recognized the student's face, asking her how she was worried.

"My sister is fine.I didn't expect you to worry about the fake Virgin's condition. "

The look on the student's face changed when Emma said something bad.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I don't know why I said such a terrible thing... I'm really sorry."

The guilty student lowers his head.

"Emma never said she was a saint.On the contrary, every time I was called a Virgin, I strongly denied it.You've been lying to me a lot. "

No matter how tyrannical her sister was, she felt ill when she spoke ill.

William was of the type with a roots.

Playing with Arafat releases the stress of being scattered by the family's female team.

"William, stop it...."

Georg puts his hand on William's shoulder and stops hitting the unrelated guy.

"So... yes, that's right."

William remembers the sanctions imposed on him by the women's team and grips him with a shaking hand.

After I cried in front of my family, my sister was more violent than usual.

Arafat's cover-up is a mess.

Mother was quiet and serious, but there was a passage.

"Sorry, this guy can't afford it today.Never mind. "

Georg apologizes to the student he spoke to, asks his brother to go to the classroom.

"Ah, no, that's not true...!"

The student noticed.

A neighborhood clearly carved under Georg's eyes, William holds a shaking fist.

The exhausted appearance of the two is more than proof that the rumor that Emma's life's lights are about to go out is true.

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"Tell me the truth! I'm worried and I think I can handle it! "

During lunch break, Francesca crawls into Georg and William in his usual courtyard.

"I'm so fine! I'm so fine!"

William shouts, "Trust me."

So why don't you come to school, Caitlin?

"Then why don't you come to school, Catherine?"

It's suspicious and the twins join Francesca.

"Since Emma collapsed, my brother and His Highness have been absent from school and are desperately investigating something.Nothing, it's hard to make excuses to say it's okay, right? It's a neighborhood under Georg's eyes, but they're both tired. "

Gives Georg a chin and peeks into his face, and Marion also boosts.

"Hey! Marion, my jaw is a little cute. I'm going to die soon!"

Georg's heart is about to become a maiden to Marion's handsome Aura.

"The neighborhood under my eyes... has always been taught to study by my mother..."

"" "" Then why is Emma absent from school!?

Yeah... why?

I would also like to ask Georg.

Why does Miss Juana look like the harbor?

Why doesn't anybody say anything to Arafat in uniform?

Why are they worried about Emma all of a sudden?

Absolutely [something] Okashii.

"I want to know too."

Suddenly, I heard a nostalgic voice.

That's... even my voice.

"Niii-sama! What should we do? It's Miss Juana."

Several seduced Juana ladies were walking to Shia, where Georg and the others were in the courtyard.

Emma's embroidered friends raised their voices all at once, so they probably heard the conversation.

"Well, it's Juana, Catherine."

Well, Juana, Caitlin.

The twins are surprised to notice Juana.

"Mira... Dear Juana...... why do you care about my sister?"

Georg and William get nervous.

Last week, we saw Juana from afar.

Instead of saying a word, it is strange that Juana recognizes Emma even though she has never seen or met her.

What the hell is Juana thinking...?

"Oh, what are you saying?Georg Stewart, isn't it obvious that the school is now a rumor about your sister? "

With a smile and plenty of room, Juana stops in front of Georg.

I'll call Georg by his full name and restrain him from knowing you in the dark.

But in fact, Juana was numb because she didn't come to school to check on Emma Stewart.

I came up with the idea that this enchanting magical evil might be caused by a girl who was rumored to be a saint.

I didn't think so at first, but the more I looked into it, the less attractive and magical she was, the more she became acquainted with Emma Stewart.

The breathlessness of putting sweets into Emma's lunch break has not worked at all.

He was pretending to be a fake saint, but was it real?

I know many times that the Virgin of the Church has no sacred power, but I could not let go of the results that were too pronounced.

If the rumors were true, the weak girl would be dying now, but that would be fine.

The problem is if not.

If the girl had the power to counter magic, she must take action quickly.

Juana gently gripped the pendant on her neck.

Inside is a Magic Stone.

The Magic Stone is not well known, but it not only traps magic but also amplifies it.

If there is no magic stone when one of the wizards shows up, it won't really help.

The Magic Stones and Wizards will finally be able to activate the Big Magic continuously.

It's a shame I can't see Emma Stewart, but I'll start by casting a powerful spell on my brother and brother.

Because of this, it hurts to have to use precious magic stones, but I can't change my stomach on my back.

"Georg Stewart. William Stewart. Tell me, what is Emma Stewart doing now?"

Instead of the cluttered charm that other students have had, it is the most powerful charm that can be activated by calling out names while peeking into the target's eyes.

I don't think there's a lot of things that were always bounced back with mental strength.

If this charm even bounces back, Emma Stewart and this brother... no, the Stewart Earl Clan Party will disappear.





Enchanted by Juana, Georg and William glanced reflectively away from Juana.

"Mr. Georg, Mr. William!? What's going on?"

Francesca notices the two freaks and calls out worriedly.

"No, no, it's okay...."

"Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh..."

Both of their faces were dyed bright red to their ears.

"Emma... be nice at home..."

"Onee-sama... sleeps, Tamas!"

Answering Juana's question seemed as if the adolescent boy had even met the idol he yearned for.

Her face is red and her words follow her.

I can't match my eyes either.

"Your face is red. Are you sure you're okay?"

"How red is the apple, Caitlin?"

"Strawberries are so red, Catherine!"

"" I've never seen these two before!! "

Marion also noticed the unusual sights of Georg and William, and the twins who were worried were faggots.

"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………"

Juana looked at Georg and William and said out loud.

Hmm... enchanting magic works.

Looks like I've been thinking too much.

Besides, Emma Stewart seems really sick.

You can't lie to me with your charm on.

I don't know if I've become too much of a Navus... Well, I ended up in jail, but I'm sure the kingdom can handle this.

Leaving behind her bright red siblings, Juana began planning to use Magic Stones to reinvent her stronger charm.

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"Georg, William, are you sure you're okay?"

"Do you call people?"

"Did you eat something strange, Caitlin?"

I must have eaten something weird, Catherine.

After Juana left, Francesca, Marion, and the twins worried about Zulu and his brothers standing there.

It's okay, it's okay.

"Don't worry."

Ugh, brothers roar with a voice that doesn't sound like a voice.

Cover your red face with your hands and agonize.

I was ready, but Arafat's uniform at close range was too damaging.

Besides, it's my sister, so I can't help but be ashamed.

Unlike in previous generations, where sight was lost due to old smartphone eyes, there is now training in monster hunting, and sight is African-like.

It hurts already.

My whole body hurts.

Your uniform looks tough.

Georg and William couldn't stand up for a while.