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Before going out to relax with his companions, Tomoki went to visit [Erika Atobe].

That [Atobe Erika] who died a year ago.

Her existence was reduced to ashes by a fire, packed into a small urn, winding through the woods, and buried simply in the cemetery at the foot of the High School of Magic.

This is the wish of [Atobe Erika] during his lifetime.

"My life is different because of the existence of this school."

Curlythorn remembered her saying so.

[Erika Atobe] has no family, and all her belongings after her death are temporarily stored in the storage room of the high school, the second row of the third shelf, which can be easily found.

That's the place headmaster Night Moth opened for "homeless" students.

On the small paper box, the name was written stroke by stroke with a marker, even if it was all the traces of the existence of those magicians who came and went.

Curses can only be removed with curses, and life can only be filled with life.

This is the truth that every conjurer understands.

but--

"Yes, is that so?"

There was a rare expression of surprise in those hazy blue eyes.

In front of her companions, [Atobe Erika] showed a bit of embarrassment in her smile.

"I don't think I thought it was that far away..."

"..."

"No, but I went to the memorial service for the deceased senior!"

"..."

Seeing that the situation is not good, [Erika] tentatively opened his mouth, "For example, the will of the seniors is very inspiring... something like that?"

At that time, Zenyuan Maki raised her forehead when she heard the other party make such naive remarks, she sighed, and taught like a stern elder: "Give me a bit of enlightenment as a magician! Erika!"

Zhenyuan Zhenxi paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, pushed his glasses with his index finger, and the lenses refracted a terrible white light.

She deliberately put on a terrifying expression, and said in a gloomy voice: "Speaking of which, you haven't finished the homework Teacher Qihai asked you to do, have you?"

The blond-haired girl was startled, she shifted her guilty gaze, and before she could make the next move, she heard Zenyuan Maki's next words.

Zenyuan Maki: "Don't let Jiji write for you."

The blond girl pursed her lips, facing her lover's eyes asking for help, the dog Curly Thorn silently looked away.

But in fact, dog curly thorns are very easy to soften their hearts.

It can't be regarded as his fault - Goujuanji thought to himself.

After all, his lover loves acting like a baby very much.

"Hey! Senior, don't you like me?"

"If so, I will be sad!"

"It's really, really sad! Maybe it will cry!"

Obviously just avoiding sight, I didn't expect it to be understood by the other party.

The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, he raised his eyes, and met the gaze of [Erika Atobe] who was close to him.

She didn't look sad at all.

So this time, he himself was also trained by the Buddhist monastery.

"This kind of trick is fine once..."

Zenyuan Maki couldn't bear it and slapped the palm on the table. What was pressed was the report paper with the name of [Erika Atobe] written on it, but the handwriting was completely opposite.

"Don't be fooled again and again!"

"……Salmon."

"Are you listening, Thorn?"

"Salmon!"

Gou Juanji gave a thumbs up of "Don't worry" to Zenyuan Maki, whose face was full of distrust.

Then after a week, the same thing happened again.

Curly Thorn is always unable to say no to his lover.

Let alone such trivial matters.

"Ms. Qihai will be present for the task in the afternoon, so don't worry about me, senior."

"Mentaiko."

"Hey, is this a new vocabulary?"

"... Muyuhua."

"In short, you want me to be careful, right?"

"Salmon salmon."

The girl who got an affirmative answer immediately added something new to her memo "[-] Ways to Understand Boyfriend's Favorite Onigiri Topping".

"Ah, I thought of it."

"?"

"Senior, what do you think of the word [Erihana Erika]?"

The deer-like bright eyes made the dog Curly Thorn subconsciously bury his face in his collar to hide his hot earlobes.

The girl who didn't get an affirmative answer didn't feel discouraged, she was smiling vigorously as usual, just like in Goujuanzhi's memory.

"It's not going to be misunderstood anyway, like caviar—"

"After all, there is only one Erika in the world."

The one and only... Erika?

The grass that has been trampled flat has sprouted again recently, and the dog curly thorn puts the wild daisies bought on the road in front of the lover's tombstone.

[2017 12, 25]

The dog curly spine's eyes wandered.

[Tomb of Erika Atobe]

The boy's eyes froze.

Beside such words, there is a bouquet of dried lilies.

Probably after a long period of exposure to the wind and sun, the petals have withered, turned yellow and curled up, and fell to the ground in random numbers, so that they are not in shape.

【"Ah, have you seen it too?"】

【"Yeah - I heard that they are from Yokohama... No matter how you think about it, it's unbelievable."】

Ever since Erika Atobe was brought back to the Conjuration High School by Gojo Satoru himself, it is not difficult for Goujuji to hear such words.

【"It's like being resurrected from the dead."】

Unlike in the past, such illogical words stopped the dog curly spine.

The photo on the tombstone overlapped with the figure of the girl next to Wujo Wutiao, and a terrible idea suddenly popped up in the dog's mind.

"...Is that a thorn?"

"Oh." Pang Da looked up at the figure that was getting closer, "It looks like something very important."

“Tuna mayonnaise!”

"……what?"

The conversation between Chanyuan Maki and Pan Da was stopped by the dog curly who came back in a hurry. She didn't see such a look like the dog curly, so the dog curly looked serious before opening his mouth.

However, it is obvious that Curlythorn cannot express his thoughts in words.

The silver-haired boy paused, quickly typed a line on the phone, and then displayed it in front of Zenyuan Maki.

"Erika's technique? You know this kind of thing much better than me."

Zenyuan Zhenxi paused, she recalled.

"Probably something like an approximate simulation, but I haven't seen her use it much."

"Salmon!"

"After all, that kind of calculation is too cumbersome. As far as I know, Erika still uses spells more often..."

Zenyuan Maki's voice stopped abruptly, and she understood the meaning of the dog's curly thorn at a certain moment, so her expression became astonished.

"This possibility...do you want to talk to Mr. Wujo?"

Zenyuan Maki realized something was wrong as soon as she said this, she pressed the back of her neck irritably,

"Ah—really, I was tricked."

"That guy couldn't have imagined it."

"……Salmon."

The universe is composed of particles, and everything that happens in the universe is a random arrangement of particles. Because of this, there will be no two identical items in this world.In the definition of mathematics, for convenience, people classify 0.4 as 0.5 and 0.9 as 1, but in fact, the so-called 0.9 as 1 does not mean that 0.9 is equal to 1, but an infinite loop of 0.9 Got 1.

If such an assumption holds true...

Gou Juanji looked at the two fighting in front of him.

"Why is it the god of tea and rice?"

"Well, I said it because I wanted to."

"I see...can you please let go, Mr. Dazai?"

"Hey—you're so ruthless, Eri-chan. I'm supporting you."

"...It's about to suffocate."

"Huh? I won't be fooled. Xiao Eri wants to escape."

……

【open. 】

The curse pattern of the snake's eyes was exposed to the sun, and the boy's skin was so fair that even girls envied him.His body was immersed in the dusty sunlight, and his gray-purple eyes were reflected brightly.

The dog's voice was hoarse and restrained. He didn't make any expression, but repeated it to the tall and thin black-haired youth in front of him.

【open. 】

The hand that clamped the girl's neck dropped, Osamu Dazai stared at his palm for a while in surprise.

He raised his head unhurriedly.

"Oh, spellcaster?"

The black-haired young man blinked slowly, he put his hands into the pockets of the windbreaker jacket, he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly let out a snorting snort.

Osamu Dazai looked at the dog curly thorn in front of him with a smile, and there was obvious malice in the elongated sweet ending.

"It's a curse, what a poor fellow."

He confronted the dog Curlythorn silently.

"Ding——It has been detected that the favorability of the character [Osamu Dazai] has a downward trend."

Erika:?

"The current favorability is 4, which has reached the borderline of danger. Please host your mouse tail juice."

Erika:? ?

Erika: What will happen if it becomes 0?

System: "Who knows, maybe he will be killed."

System: "Serious otome games like ours usually leave the host with a dead body, please rest assured the host."

Erika: ...

"interesting."

The gentle camouflage was stripped from those honey-like pupils, Erika raised her eyes, and her eyes met Osamu Dazai's.

The young man's voice carried some desire to explore the mystery, hot and sharp, as if he turned a blind eye to all threats.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips thoughtfully and said——

"You look scared, Eri-chan."

The author has something to say: *Thanks to [Lu Huai] for the mine!

*Hint: There are important clues in Erika's diary

【Information-Dog Curl Thorn】

I like dried bonito, tuna mayonnaise, and Erika the most.

【Character-Erika Atobe】

Met with Gojo Satoru in private

Currently dead (suspected)

Purpose of admission: to be confirmed

Three part-time jobs: coffee shop, armed detective agency (unknown business), ■■

Part-time colleague: Momoya Kinomoto

friend: unknown

Magic equipment: gun

Spell: unknown

Anxiety: nightmares, being haunted by a curse, peepers in the dark, not getting along well with the new boss