There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

The average academic deviation of the private reed nohara school rose to the right a few years ago after Saki took office as president.

Although it was once a common school, the new president spent a huge amount of personal money on negotiating with unknown people, and achieved great reform.

The school building, which stands out for aging, was newly renovated and earthquake-resistant construction was carried out. Air conditioning in all classrooms, additional teachers, cleaners and clerks, installation of cooling water coolers, introduction of the latest equipment in all department activities, new uniforms by famous designers, lower tuition fees, etc.

Schools with good facilities and teachers are popular. It is in the city and transportation is not bad. Such schools were supposed to cost a reasonable amount of tuition, but Reed Nohara School didn't have it. It is a rarely better learning and education environment in the city, but it does not differ greatly from public school fees.

Of course, a student arrived at Redwood College. The high school application multiplier, which was 1.8 times higher in the year when the president took office, rose sharply year after year, recording an amazing 16.2 times last year. The deviation value was also increased in proportion to the magnification.

Students enrolled in high magnification and educated in excellent environments have generally left results that are commensurate with them. If you see that the small high school baseball club, which was weak enough to pass the second round of the district qualifiers in summer baseball, has reached the Koshien semi-final in the past few years, you can imagine other activities in the club and spectacular academic activities.

President Hagi, who is the detonator and propellant of the leap forward at Reed Nohara School (married about a year ago and whose surname has been changed to guardian, many still call him "Hagi President"), is a man worthy of merit. Rare beauty, beauty, speech, charisma, education, wealth. An ordinary family born of a genuine nobility and close relationship with a foreign royal family. Rather, it is said that until the middle school, it was a dumb voice on the face like a crushed frog that was fat for the first time, so it can even be said that it had a large handicap.

It's like a woman who overcame adversity and flew to the stratosphere with too much momentum.

Others, on the other hand, learn about the odor in a success story that they have done too well. I suspect that there is something behind it if you can show your ability and ability to act unrealistically.

Reynolds Junior High School, Watanabe Takumi was also one of those who questioned the president. Because I read the development that seemingly gentle and competent school presidents are doing a lot of stuff behind the scenes on the light novel.

However, last month, thanks to a cry from Chairman Crane, I became fully confident that a new light novel shelf had been created in the library where only solid books seemed to be good for education. That chairman "knows".

Okay. Okay.

After school that day, the craftsman who was about to come back to the library saw a classmate girl enter the office.

Her name is Sunshadow Sankei. This is the president's favorite. She is also the only daughter of the hospital director of the large hospital.

The shadow of the sun is a strange anecdote.

I always use red and black in my art time to draw pictures of people suffering from mental illness, and when I was named teacher for the importance of life in morality classes, I was famous for saying "I think I should die". It is known to my classmates that I am an extinct human theorist.

But she's not a simple crazy bitch.

When the craftsman was absent from school due to a cold, the shadow of the sun gave me a roose-leaf for all the classes I had carefully made. It also has an illustration of the explainer's monster mascot (it seems to be a common merchant moset).

Last winter, after training for disaster preparedness, somehow he muttered, "I'm glad no one has to die."

I am also close to Lotus Mi, a three-year senior who secretly attracts popularity among men in the high school department.

By the way, it is Senior Najeen, a blonde and blue-eyed girl, who is not secretly attracting much popularity. I often hear the vulgar story that adding lotus breasts to Najeen's face and personality would be a weapon of annihilation against men. The craftsman agreed with me completely.

One of such strange stories is "Hinoshadow Sankei often goes to the staff room."

The clerk's office is the cleaner's grandfather's room. It's not off-limits, but nobody goes. You can go in the principal's office, but nobody comes in. Same as that. Somehow it was awkward and I felt like it was out of place. I didn't need anything in the first place.

However, Ninoshadow often goes to the staff room. He seems to be getting along with the cleaner's grandfather, and he's on his way to play when he finds time.

The craftsman was interested in what was going on in the office. I don't have anything else to do, but every time I walk in front of the cabin in a mobile classroom, I get curious, "What's going on in this room?" If nothing happens, I'll graduate without ever going inside. I felt like it was a pity.

Concerned about what was going on inside, the craftsman approached the staff room where the shadow of the sun had entered. If you stick your ears to the door and listen, you'll hear the shadow of the sun and the cleaner's grandfather. I know you're talking, but I can't hear what you're talking about. It was just strangely soundproof in the office.

Is it okay for me to go in? Can't you see it with your own eyes? If the shadow of the sun were free to enter and exit, it would be fine if I were the same student, but....

Being lost, I heard a strange noise from inside the room. Like when you switched on an old cooler or something? That's it.

The driving noise quickly disappeared, and at the same time the voice of the speaker disappeared.

Have you noticed? The impatient craftsman knocked before being able to open the door. It is shallower to punch myself than to find out that I opened it earlier and listened.

But instead of waiting for a few seconds, there is no response even after a few tens of seconds. I knocked again with surprise. There was no reaction after all.

Excuse me, the craftsman said fearfully and gently opened the office door.

The staff room was a tiny room, lined with mops, buckets, scissors, wipers, and other household appliances such as refrigerators and televisions. There were no beds on the boulders, but it seems comfortable enough to live here. The air conditioning is also good.

But there was something missing in the open.

There's nobody here.

The craftsman saw the shadow of the sun enter this room. Until just now, I was listening to you.

But the shadow of the sun is nowhere to be found. There was no sign of the cleaner's grandfather who was supposed to have spoken to Ninoshadow.

The confused craftsman looked around the room. There is only one door that the craftsman came in and out, and there is no door that leads to the other room.

Speaking of places where people could hide, when I was hiding inside the locker, I didn't know what was happening and I was too scared, and I tried to open it with fear, but nobody was there.

So, where did they disappear?

The answer to the mysterious mystery was only the window.

The window is closed, but the key is open. It is a window about 60 cm wide and it is not big, but it is possible to get in and out of people.

I don't know why, but they went out the window.

I don't know what to do with it. But considering the situation, there's no other way, so I guess so.

And there was another mystery in the clerk's office.

Silver metal figurines like a door frame. The size is just about the right size to fit the door, and it is tucked away by the wall.

I don't know how to use it as a practical item, and it's too simple for an ornamental artwork. It has a fingerprint authentication display and a keypad that seems to be used to enter passwords, camera lenses, a compact microphone, etc., so I only know whether it is a security system or not. Was it me who made the strange driving noise?

Don't sneak up on gods who don't touch you. The craftsman, whose creepiness prevailed over curiosity, did not go any deeper and somehow left the office with concern for the public.

That was the strangest thing the craftsman had ever experienced in his life.

The Ninoshadow Three Views came through the transfer gate to the Magic Castle Tavern in the Antarctic Underground Big Cave. A few seconds later, the narrow air weights come from behind.

The tavern had already gathered everyone but the samurai.

The Cabal's boss, Saab Hikaru, polishes his wine glasses with a loathsome Buddhist summit where he doesn't know what's going on as usual.

Lotus Lantern is gently whispering in her ear with an ig on her arm and a monkey hood raised. Shota Takahashi, who wipes out chocolate cigarettes and spikes sweet smoke, answers pleasantly nicotinated Her Royal Highness Princess Armantrude Bates in Pelapella English.

For the first time, I see a girl sitting secretly in the corner of a tavern away from other members, peeling paint on her lap and following the boss's movements with her eyes on a used machine gun. He had chestnut hair on his wheat skin, and sandy combat clothing was changing his natural cuteness into vibrancy. She must be Medu Sagrogo, head of the small Middle East country, Marstan.

Ardelheit Untersberger of the German branch is absent from his friend's birthday party. Paula Port of America is absent because she bakes pizza.

"Master, always."

…………

When asked for the three views that leaned against the counter, the refrigerator opened by itself, the milk popped out, the glasses on the shelf and the white powder danced in the air, and the milk made strawberry flavor immediately came out. There, the Master finished by hand painting the liquid surface with a cocoa powder. It is named "Mankind's Extinct Strawberry Flavor".

Normally, I would immediately stab myself in the straw and start drinking. With that, Sankei went to the corner of the tavern.

Senpai's job is to be a newcomer.

When she shook the milk pack and stared at the boss with a soft eye, she shook the glass in front of Medu, blinking her eyes as if she had been stuck in the shadow.

"Want a drink?"

"X x x x, to the walrus?

Speaking up, Medu replied confused in accented Japanese.

"If you don't want it, I'll do it."

Hoshii!

Ah, yeah.

The three scenes handed the glass to Medu, who changed the color of his eyes and suddenly shouted loudly.

"Sago-sama's × × × × × …"

Medu's groaning reaction was unusual. Or pervert.

The cheap drink I received was dedicated to treating it with millions of yen of ultra-luxury wine, and after I took the vial out of the pouch and poured it in a small amount, I began to tremble when I took one sip, and then I sighed and spasmed at the end of the sentence.

"Kimo....!

I dragged it out and put it in my mouth, but Medu was obsessed with the taste of human annihilation strawberries and didn't hear it.

Don't get involved. The three scenes in mind left the scene and ordered a cocktail with a long name and went to kick the boss's troubled empty ass.

After a while, the transfer gate at the entrance to the tavern opened, and the aide and aide of the secret society Amateraka appeared. It was winter in a pop floral yukata and it was summer festival-style, but no one would come into it anymore.

"Please wait, let's get started. Your Highness, this way, please. Medu is × × ×, × × × × × × ×"

He distributed printed copies in his native language to the Japanese catacombs, and started a meeting that was scheduled to be called Tekipaki. Everyone is in a correct position and quiet.

"It's an artifact that you collected the other day, but my research revealed that I have the ability to sever and separate the dark connection between Mr. Swordlight and the world. Technically, it's a concept cutting ability."

"Hmm... it's a conceptual cut. If I were thirty years younger, I would have been able to do it. I don't want to get old at all."

Everyone ignored the barely orgasming empty weight.

"If you use him to burn down the darkness of the world, our fight will all be over, won't it?

"No, it's a bit of a hassle."

Shota checked and showed him a stone artifact from his pocket in a semi-transparent plastic case.

"This artifact is like a conceptual amputation without discrimination. Experiments have been carried out over the past few days, but the cut object has become floating, unrecognizable, dusty and unstable. We need to stabilize the effect in order to cut off the darkness of the world with Mr. Swordlight and bring about the desired results."

"But how?

While holding down Ig, who was about to throw the snack peanut at the crown, the lighthouse tilted its neck.

Sankei thought that he would let Zhongshan Tech develop such a technology again, but the answer was different.

"This artifact has gone from person to person for a long time, but returning to the land where it was made, where it was born, will stabilize the effect. So do the other artifacts. So all you have to do is take it there. But there was a problem... as if there was a moonlight behind the organization that had this artifact."

Ah, and Lantern Hua and Shota raised their annoying voices at the same time.

"It could be another war."

"See the moonlight...?

Shota whispered when the three scenes that could not keep up with the story tilted her neck.

"Watching the moonlight is the stinking superpower secret society. I've been interrupted before."

Phew. Which one of us is stronger?

"Well, that's up to us. I don't use flames over there. Maybe there's a blonde ninja, a color-covered guitar fat, and a Loribaba."

"What? Ninja, color cones, and what?

My brain stopped when I doubted my ears. Is it a group of entertainers or something?

As she tried to swallow the meaningless information that had been knocked in, the empty weight next to her murmured.

"Well, you should think it's easier to do it than to do it."

Susanoo?

"Don't you even know Shota of Stream Stone? Soh-hyu is a secret society of superpowers that Soh-hyun fought against when he was young."

"Ah, as usual. Okay, that's better. Shut your mouth."

Even if I was interrupted, the empty weight said, "It seems that this story was still too early", and I didn't lose my spare expression. Sankei respected the magnificent part of this old man, but he never thought of apprenticing.

He then took out the map, spread it over the table, and red marked the artifact's region of origin. Everyone peeks into the map, and everyone is confused, roaring and tilting their necks.

I was marked because it was almost in the middle of the ocean.

"Sea?"

Above all, he smiled at the words of His Highness, who seemed to know nothing.

"The ocean, technically, is the seabed. Does this place have an alias? Maybe everybody knows that. I mean..."

He said that his heart was only a candle.

It's Atlantis.