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

Gojo Satoru and Chanyuan Naozai chatted with each other sentence by sentence, completely ignoring other elders.

I sat next to Zhibiren in the Zen courtyard, and looked around at the older students around me. Alas, the faces of these people are very distorted. It seems that I can't understand the two people's arrogant attitude, but I don't dare to be casual. speak.

"Wusiao family, don't you care what you brought?" The old man sitting across from us tapped the ground with his cane, his gray eyebrows drooping down the side of his face, and his face full of dimples lifted up. , looking very dissatisfied at the two noisy young people: "This is not a place for children to play house."

After the old man finished speaking, many people around nodded in agreement, and boldly criticized Wujo Wu.

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes disapprovingly, and leaned over the shoulders of the people around him, the beautiful Miko pouted as if whispering to a good friend: "Naozai, these half-legged How can the old thing in the coffin still have the energy to make irresponsible remarks here!"

The knocking whisper was heard clearly in the room, so that everyone could hear it clearly.

Wow.

The old man on the opposite side looks even darker!

Zenyuan Naoya, who was hooked by the shoulder, did not speak, nor did he break away from his arm.

After getting along for so many years, he has long been accustomed to Gojo Satoru's character, so he just needs to cooperate with him quietly when encountering such a situation.

I couldn't help smiling, and after attracting some attention, I turned my head to look at the two outstanding teenagers, and kindly reminded someone: "Wu, your voice is too loud."

Gojo Satoru blinked and showed an exaggerated expression: "Oh! How could I be so careless."

The flamboyant acting made Zenyuan Naoya next to him unable to bear to look directly at him.

"you!"

"...The people from the Wutiao family are too arrogant!"

"That's right, it's so important for us to have a meeting here today, why call this kind of person over?"

Various voices were chattering in the room.

Several conjurers glanced at us back and forth with hostility.

"And that woman from the Chanyuan family..."

"Come to this kind of place for a meeting, to be dressed so badly..."

"Didn't the Chanyuan family never reuse women?"

"Could it be that the rumors in recent years are true? I heard that the next Patriarch will be the eldest daughter of..."

The speaker suddenly felt a chill down his back, and then the cold blade was pressed against his neck from behind.

The few people around him gasped for a moment, looking nervously at the blond boy who appeared behind the man at some point.

Zenyuan Naoya held the dagger in his hand, bent down close to the side of the man's neck, his eyes were cold: "You know, what you said about my sister just now is enough to kill you several times."

"Zen, Chanyuan Zhizai! How dare you?!"

"Joke, why don't I dare." He said calmly, the sharp dagger pierced the skin, and a trace of bright red flowed out. He stared at the shallow scar and sneered: "It's just killing a waste."

Gojo Satoru took the opportunity to sit next to me, watching the crazy person opposite me tilt his head and whisper to me.

"He looks like a dog protecting his master."

"Isn't it normal for my brother to protect me?"

"Yes, he has been like this since he was a child."

"Enlightenment."

"Ok?"

"This is Naoya's seat."

The kitty blinked and tried to play dumb.

The big blue eyes are like the most beautiful gems in the world, and the reflections in them are full of my figure.

"Hey."

A hand pressed between us on the table.

Chanyuan Naoya lowered his face, stared at the person sitting in his seat and gritted his teeth: "Go back to your seat, you bastard!"

"Ahem..." Someone coughed softly there. As the head of the Wutiao family, Wutiao Wu's father finally couldn't help but shouted to his son: "Wu, stop making trouble."

"Tch." Gojo Goku pursed his lips and stood up in displeasure: "After the meeting is over, Makoto, you have to accompany me to eat dessert!"

"..."

"What's your expression? Are you unwilling!?"

I look away.

People around me are looking at Gojo Satoru and me with strange eyes. It is not difficult to imagine that Miko, who has always been wayward, suddenly behaves like a clingy kitten. Anyone who sees it will be surprised.

In order not to make the misunderstanding worse, I can only agree: "Understood, I will accompany you."

After getting a satisfactory answer, the kitten returned to its place.

Saiki Kusuo: 【What?Is it over?I thought he would continue to make trouble. 】

Me: ...Why do I feel that you enjoy watching the drama?

Saiki Kusuo: 【Cough, it's your illusion. 】

Whether a person with telepathic superpowers is reading a book or watching a movie, as long as there are people around, this ability will spoil all the subsequent plots.

But this situation is different now, the future is unknown, and the most important thing is that no one will spoil it.

#This is much better than a movie——Sai Mu Kusuo nodded seriously#

"What did you call us here this time?"

"Everyone sitting here should have heard the rumors about Yokohama during this period. I heard that there is something unheard of in that place besides the magic spirit."

"...Did you mean [ogre that appeared at night]?"

"How could something like [Ogre] exist? It must be the ghost of those supernatural beings, right? Maybe it's a ghost thing created by the port mafia!"

"We have confirmed this with the Supernatural Special Affairs Division. [Ogre] is not a supernatural power, but it is not a curse spirit or a monster."

"Since it's an unknown thing, Yokohama should be sealed off now, and then let them get rid of [the ogre]."

"Aren't their supernatural beings very powerful? Were all the curse spirits that appeared before were solved by their own strength?"

……

“[The ogre] is not alone.”

I listened to the discussion among conjurers. No one discussed how to eliminate the [Ogre]. People and ghosts] moved from Yokohama to other areas.

"Have you communicated well with the Supernatural Secret Service?" I looked at the middle-aged man who had just had a meeting at the front: "If you can't even do the simplest negotiation, we should leave this kind of matter to our Magic Secret Service in the future." It’s better to deal with it.”

I can think of it all.

The Esoteric Secret Service Division and these senior conjurers of the older generation must have been very angry. These old things can't do anything, but they still like to talk about others in a weird way, and they like to order others to do things in a superior tone.

"Why, did the members of the Chanyuan know that there was such a thing as a [cannibal]? Did you guys even know about it and not report it!"

Someone immediately slapped the table and pointed at me and yelled loudly.

There was one shout after another.

"That's a thing that can eat people! You know you won't report it?!"

"Damn... are you trying to kill us?"

"I just said that women can't do big things. You of the Chanyuan family have seen it clearly, but you must not let women take on the big responsibilities of the family!"

boom!

Someone kicked the table, and Gojo Satoru put his feet on the table: "It's so noisy. After talking so much, no one is talking about the main point. What is the theme of today's meeting? Regardless of the question of [Ogre] Commenting on other people's family affairs... who are you?"

I propped my chin and the corners of my mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

"It does sound interesting what you're saying."

"Don't report it if you know it?" I tilted my head, smiled and looked at the conjurers who were patiently blocked by Wujo Wu: "Let's not talk about how I will report it before I have no definite evidence. Would you believe me when I told you that a ghost that can eat people appeared in Yokohama?"

"Even if you believe it, what if I tell you this information? What can you do? Can you cooperate to eliminate the [ogre]? Or help the supernatural beings protect the ordinary people in Yokohama?"

"Since the Ability Secret Service Division can convey the information to the higher-ups, it means that they want to ask us for help. As a result, you can't do anything and even want to block the area and let the people in Yokohama destroy the [Ogre] by themselves."

"It's—it's ugly."

"The conjurer's face was completely humiliated by you, but you didn't know that you were still talking about me here."

In the past, I didn't come to the meeting very much because of the yin and yang attacks of these high-level officials. I didn't expect that after such a long time, these guys are still as disgusting as ever.

It would just be useless in the nest, unable to do anything.

Zenyuan Naoya echoed beside me: "Sister, I think they may not be strong enough to help the Supernatural Special Affairs Division. If this is the case, let our more reliable Curse Special Affairs Division help Yokohama."

Gojo Satoru, who was a few seats away, raised his hand and yelled, "Why don't you call me such a fun thing! I'm going too! Let's go to Yokohama after we're done eating dessert!"

One of the two heads of the family drank tea, and the other closed his eyes and meditated, pretending not to see or hear.

Anyway, my own children have their own opinions. Although they have bad tempers, others can't beat them. They... just do what they like, just be happy.

Going to Yokohama to clean up [Ogre] is only a temporary solution, not the root cause. The most important source of the problem lies in the place where the medicine is produced.

Every minute of delay now has the potential to create many potions that transform people into ghosts.

I clapped my hands and smiled brightly: "In this case, the Yokohama issue will be handed over to our Curse Special Affairs Division, so there is no need to continue this meeting."

"what?"

"You guys...don't be too arrogant!"

"It is said that it is solved by the Magic Secret Service Division. How do you plan to solve it? How long will it take to solve it?"

"That's right! Don't run back and ask us for help when you can't solve anything..."

Zhipiren from the Zen Academy, who had been silent all this time, opened his eyes and looked at the conjurers who spoke: "If you are not capable, don't compare yourself with outstanding people."

I stood up behind my father, turned around and said, "Don't worry about it, we will solve the problem... As for when the problem will be solved, why should I tell you?"

After finishing speaking, Naoya blocked those annoying faces in my field of vision: "Since the meeting is over, let's take our leave first. By the way, don't call us at such a boring meeting next time, anyway, you can't study anything decent. countermeasures."

"Hey! Old man, I want to leave with them too." Gojo Wu said casually to his father beside him, and then caught up with the three who left.

“Don't forget to go for dessert!”

"I know."

"You guys don't have the surname Zenyuan, don't post it cheekily!"

"Brother Naoya, you are too much~"