After I entered the Otome game, I became the head of the temple

A good day is shattered when the alarm goes off.

Jia Ruozi turned off the alarm bell on the bedside, rubbed his messy short hair and got up from the bed.

After dragging her tired and sleepy body, she simply washed and changed into her uniform. She pushed open the door of the dormitory and glanced at the room opposite—there was a wooden sign of "Going out" hanging on the door.Nitro let out a breath, closed the door of his dormitory, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

As she walked, she sighed in her heart, the girls who were at the same age as her woke up really early.

After leisurely eating breakfast in the cafeteria, Nitro came to the classroom.

The short-haired girl looked left and right, there was nothing in such a big classroom except for two DKs, she glanced at Gojo Satoru who was lying on the table as if asleep.The boy is tall and tall, and it is difficult to stretch his arms and thighs when he lays down on the table, looking very aggrieved.

Nitro was holding soy milk in his mouth, and looked at Wanzi, who was reading a book on the other side.

Well, let's ask this.

So she stepped forward and knocked on the table: "Where is Zhenqin?"

"She has something to do today, so she asked Teacher Ye Moth for leave to go to the Magic Secret Service Division." Although Xia Youjie was reading, his mind was not on the book at all.

Since Sachiko's accident, he has been very worried about Makoto's condition.

He thought that Makoto would cry a lot, or pull himself to complain, but after a few days, his girlfriend was as busy as a spinning top, completely turning sadness and anger into motivation for work.

It’s okay if he’s just busy with work, the Magic Secret Service Division has attracted much attention—but he always feels that Makoto is hiding what preparations are being made from everyone, especially after Sachiko left, he feels that Makoto is doing something. very anxious.

what is it?

Of course I'm worried about you and the villain.

At this moment, Saiki Kusuo, whose consciousness was staying in Avalon, couldn't help complaining. If it weren't for the fact that there could not be two Saiki Kusuo in the same world, he would have already told these two future strongest mantras all the information about Reso. magician.

If he doesn't cut it, will he still keep it for the New Year?

The magician who looked at the outside world with Saiki Kusuo blinked and turned his head curiously: "By the way, Saiki, why do you want to save the world?"

[Do you need a reason? 】

"Normally there should be a reason."

The pink-haired esper pondered for a moment, then sighed softly [Because the most delicious coffee jelly is made by ordinary humans, if the world is destroyed, it will no longer be eaten. 】

Xia Youjie, who will become a curse master in the future, is eager to eliminate dissidents and wipe out all ordinary people.

The purpose of Yansuo is to liberate the magic power, so that everyone has the opportunity to awaken the spell to become a magician, and return to the competitive world of the jungle.

Either of these two ideals is very unfriendly to ordinary people.

[Whether it is a magician or a supernatural person, even a superpower like me...] Saiki Kusuo's voice paused slightly, and then slowly added: [Before this identity, everyone is human first . 】

Merlin nodded in agreement: "Well, you're right."

Cloudy this morning with some heavy humidity in the sky.

I got into Matsuda Jinpei's car. In the passenger seat was Toru Amuro, who had joined the business department for a while, and Shir in the back seat was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

"Makoto, are the clues you investigated really reliable?" the driver couldn't help asking.

I sat down next to Shier and glanced in the rearview mirror: "Of course it's reliable. When did I miss the clues I gave you? But this time the place is too remote to call the police immediately. Let's go there first and explore." Let’s look at the situation of the villagers.”

"... Wouldn't it be good to just rescue the person?" Shi Er raised his eyelids and was a little uninspired.

"We're here to save people."

I patted my brother's arm comfortingly, and explained softly: "The situation of those two children may be worse than I imagined, so we have to take it slowly."

As long as there is enough evidence, the police can be notified to take over the village. Should Xia Youjie come to slaughter the village by himself next year?

That's right, what I'm going to today is the village where the two conjurer children were imprisoned.

After that hallucination, I arranged for people to investigate whether there was child abuse or discrimination against children with magical powers in various small villages.Although there are very few clues, the people from the intelligence department have also rescued many other children intermittently. The youngest is six years old and the oldest is 15 years old.All the children were brought back to the Magic Secret Service Division for treatment and assignment by people from the Intelligence Division, and they will be sent to schools for formal education.

"So don't forget to perform with me later."

"That's why you're wearing a priestess costume?"

I spread my hands, and I was wearing the most common red and white maiden costume, which I borrowed from Sister Ange Ji: "The more remote the place with no education and culture, the more superstitious these things are. Because there is no education, so they are obsessed with it. Any unknown ability is filled with awe."

Matsuda Jinpei stopped the car and turned to look at me: "So you're going to play tricks?"

"Don't say it so badly, it's called a reasonable lie." I curled my lips, smiled a little smugly, and then pulled the wrist of the person next to me: "Brother, don't lie before you are sure about the safety of those two children." Do it to the villagers."

The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers.

After arduously climbing up the mountain, we saw a small village between several high mountains. It was the simplest wooden house, and we could vaguely see villagers working in the paddy field.

It looks like a very modest village.But who would have guessed that the darkest malice of human nature is hidden in such a simple and simple place.

"Let's go, everyone be careful."

I flicked the sleeves of the maiden uniform, and walked in the front in a graceful manner.

Fortunately, besides the fact that the senior I know is a shrine maiden, I also have a shikigami in my shikigami. I tried my best to imitate Cuizi's demeanor, stopped gracefully in front of the field, looked at the ground, and looked right at the sky.

Several villagers working in the fields noticed us and kept staring at me.

He didn't know the identities of the others, but they knew the red and white maiden uniform very well.

I looked back under their sneaky gaze, then sighed regretfully, shook my head slightly and prepared to leave - before I took three steps, a villager stepped forward and stopped me.

"My lord! Don't go away...!"

Shi Er took a step forward to protect me behind her, and glanced at him sharply: "Back back, if you accidentally touch her with your hand, I will chop off your hand."

The man flinched in fear, and quickly nodded and smiled in agreement. He rubbed his hands and tilted his head to look at my silhouette: "My lord, I didn't want to do anything... just because you were sighing just now? I just wanted to ask you Why are you sighing... Is our Feng Shui bad here?"

I raised my arms to cover the corners of my lips with my sleeves, and turned my gaze towards the villager.

"Want to know?"

"Hey, I want to!"

The man smiled at me even more obsequiously: "To be honest, the harvest in our field has not been very good in the past two years. We all want to find someone to look at it, but God still cares about us in Kalai."

"Oh?"

"Look, isn't it you, my lord, who are here!"

Hmph, he's pretty good at talking.

If the grain harvest is not good, we don't check the soil, water source and the reasons for ourselves, but just use superstitious methods.It's a wonder these people haven't starved to death.

I lowered my eyes and pretended to think for a while: "Some things are not easy to decide when I come out here. If you really want to find someone to take a look, I can help you too."

The man's eyes lit up, like a hungry mouse seeing a rich meal.

"But I need you to take me around the village first. I need to know the layout of the village before I can make a decision."

"Okay! No problem!" The villager immediately dropped the hoe in his hand and patted his chest hard: "Our village is not big, and it only takes a few minutes to walk around. Sir, do you want to go with these people?"

As he spoke, he looked suspiciously at the three men following him.

In addition to the girl in the orthodox priestess costume, there are three people in the back, all wearing regular suits.

"Ahem, they are my guards." I suppressed a smile, leaned on Shi'er's back and whispered to the villager, "You don't know, witches like me are very weak, so the shrine These few people were specially recruited to protect me."

After successfully fooling the villagers, I turned my head and showed a clear expression to the two men with complicated faces behind me.

We walked behind the villagers in this small village. The terrain here is not complicated. Many villagers showed surprise and worried expressions when they saw my iconic clothes.

Combined with the villagers I met at first, I suspect that they are worried about the grain harvest.

There are not many young people in the village, and there are fewer young people and more old people. How can we achieve a bumper harvest in this situation of less sowing and less labor?

"My lord, our village is only this big."

The leading villager stopped and looked at me kind of flatteringly, but because Shir was by his side, he could only stay away from me, and stared at me expectantly: "Can you do the math for us now? ?”

I closed my eyes and stood there for a while.

Villager: "?"

He doesn't understand this, so he can only be curious about the blond brother next to the text who looks more talkative: "What are you doing, sir?"

The man who pronounced Fugu Ling and wrote Amuro Toru looked at him, and then answered him inscrutablely: "She is doing the math for you."

The villagers suddenly realized.

When the man turned around, Matsuda Jinpei stared at his partner with shocked eyes: "Okay, have you also learned to play tricks?"

Amuro shrugged: Didn't she tell a reasonable lie?

After ten seconds of silence in my heart, I opened my eyes and covered my mouth in worry.

Seeing me frowning and sighing, the villager was so anxious that he almost circled around me: "My lord? My lord, tell me, what is the result?"

"It's not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster." I said slowly.

Observing the momentary stunned appearance of the man, I became more confident: "You..."

Originally, he wanted to keep fooling around, but he didn't expect the other party to break his defense first, and suddenly jumped up and started swearing and pacing back and forth: "I knew those two guys were not good, they were monsters at all! That's right...it's because of those two demons! It really hurt us!"

I:"……"

I quietly gave Matsuda Jinpei a look, he nodded slightly, and put his hand into the inside pocket of his suit.

The thoughtful man over there stopped in his tracks: "My lord! Please save our village!"

It's good to break the defense. Wouldn't it be more convenient for me to act later?

I narrowed my eyes in satisfaction, and agreed with a bright smile: "It's easy to say, don't worry, I will definitely help you through the disaster."