Chapter 1308: NO．212：Indeed, the Person Across Is Talking About the Occult

NO. 212: The person opposite is indeed talking about metaphysics.

"Does this count as being hooked?"

"What hooked! Don't change the subject! Ponyta-kun! This is a very serious court of judgment!!"

Central Tresen, under Trainer Linton's command, activity room.

The dusty desks that should have been piled in the corner have been reactivated, arranged in three rows of three as long tables in the center, so much so that they pushed aside the original guest glass table and sofa.

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Obviously not to celebrate Meypour Bourbon's debut two-peat, but for the 'judgment' of the trainer sitting in front of the sofa.

Ariespeed, Amor Orihime, Manchester Tea House, Meypour Bourbon.

The high school girls under the same trainer stand together, despite their differing gazes, but their positioning itself is the most direct stance, sufficient to uphold the discussion nature emphasized by the leader slamming the table.

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The horse girls sing and dance painstakingly on stage, and when they turn around, they see the trainer has opened a mine—this is not the first time such a mistaken thought must be severely punished!!

——Although throughout, they've been monitoring via the additional channel in the earpiece, but now they obviously have to pretend not to know.

Only by not knowing can one be sufficiently angry, and only by not knowing can one feel as if betrayed.

This is precisely the premise of this current 'judgment'; otherwise, it could only be considered a simulation of theatrical addiction run amok.

This certainly cannot be a play.

Although Manchester Tea House and Meypour Bourbon beside her look like amateur actors, unable to produce even a hint of intimidating gaze, as if they're still trying to gain favor even now, like a scheming woman, Ariespeed still appears professionally composed, directing the girls to clean and move these desks, and adopting a confrontational posture.

She may indeed have this talent, Omer thought.

Although it's limited to the talent of expressing anger and willfulness, it's still talent; that feigned authenticity nearly made the trainer nervous, but unfortunately, her companions are somewhat nogood.

Tea House's gaze has always been on herself, yet gentle and languid, even silently letting out a cute yawn, making her seem more like a little black cat than usual, just short of curling up in her usual sofa spot.

Compared to the little black cat who isn't very cooperative with teammates, another teammate who isn't very cooperative—a cyborg—is instead looking toward the senior who stepped back one meter in the middle of the long table, and is also Tea House's mentor.

Narita Hakujin, she seems to have truly been infected by Ariespeed's current attitude, but more likely out of her own guilt.

Her silence is as usual, but her gaze carries unease and embarrassment, forming a stark contrast with the Sirius symbol beside her, head high, chest out, righteous and confident.

These two, with their starkly contrasting attitudes, are like the two ends of a scale; in the middle hangs Chihiro representative, wearing an awkward yet polite smile, which, compared to her demeanor backstage at the racetrack stage, appears somewhat more spirited.

This is also natural.

After all, they all heard Omer's apology regarding his own attitude, and also received the invitation: 'It cannot be denied that there is still a luxury deep in the heart, yet one also recognizes reality and does not dwell on it.'

Some things, you may strive for and still not obtain, but if you do not strive, you will certainly not have them—having achieved such merit, one can naturally and righteously utter this quote as the Sirius symbol, and even hear Omer Linton's insincere thanks, indeed placing him at the peak of his life these days.

He still needs to thank us!

Let her be proud a bit more, to jump two more rounds in the model of a meritorious figure—Omer isn't that narrow-minded, and Chihiro representative, now that it's come to this, doesn't need to say anything like 'you don't need to do this' in the manner of a sentimental entanglement woman.

That free soul is just breaking free from gravity's chains, but before welcoming the usual unrestraint, she must still endure these underclassmen's gazes, which, when boiled down, aren't very friendly.

Even though she's guided them many times, compared to her, just as Manchester Tea House is to Narita Hakujin's Meypour Bourbon, they haven't really looked at her with concern.

Undoubtedly, this is a manifestation of trust—Meypour Bourbon believes the senior fundamentally doesn't need worry, a direct expression; but everything fears comparison.

When neither Little Bourbon nor Little Tea House looks at Hakujin with over-concern or worry, this contrast can only make her sweat on her forehead, feeling what it means: 'A child who doesn't cry gets no candy.'

However, compared to the imbalance in her heart, what feels stranger to her is that she never thought the consistently hardline Hakujin would instead have the chance to enjoy her juniors' thoughtful care.

Compared to later-career concern that only makes the person more upset and mood worse, this kind of concern now might be acceptable to her, Chihiro thought.

This meeting, from the very beginning, has failed to achieve its intended effect.

The person who should be nervous isn't very nervous, while the one dragged from start to finish by a surge of impulse is unusually tense.

Just thinking that Hakujin an hour ago was actually fine, but instead, her own mind is in chaos—Chihiro representative's mental train finds it hard not to run toward life's turning points.

As for the defendant at the start, who once caused concern...

Never mind.

Less than a minute after the trial began, Chihiro the Great Detective already saw this person's heart wasn't here.

Although the team on Xiao Suzi's side was indeed a ragtag bunch, and this simple long table gave off a somewhat amusing feeling, Aomuer was not the kind of person to dismiss such effort carelessly. He always showed these girls twelvefold patience and understanding. As for why he seemed distracted at the moment… she thought it was probably just some work-related matter.

She thought correctly.

Although she holds no physical card in hand, whether it was the initial isolation card fluctuation box she claimed, or the restored daily-made special suit coat, neither has ever hindered the true interaction between monster master and monster card.

Omer has always maintained power synchronization with a monster card, but that card is not Gilbalis, which excels in thought-assisted combat results, but rather the rarely displayed ability Eye Q.

StrangeCreatureGan-Q/Eye Q, under the Omer IP, has had identity settings ranging from 'product of metaphysics related to sorcerers' to 'alien technology transforming humans,' but its core regarding 'will' and 'spirit' has always been preserved.

No thermal reaction, form is a product of environment-adapted construction; in the concept of 'nothing,' it can be said to be a lower-tier Eye Q from Grice, said to have been endowed with the function of pretending to be divine from birth, and even when Omer uses it as the Demon King Ghost Eye in that demon beast form, it remains responsible for the most supernatural domain.

Even now, it can still fulfill everyone's stereotypical impression of supernatural events—imposing resentment-named will on photos and in the image domain, locking onto 'victims of cursed recordings' whose will has been touched.

Thus, it corresponds to the initial statement.

He saw it.

Through the unidirectionally transparent processed virtual mask, via mental-linked data vision, he saw the two aliens sitting in a dim control room.

The room's furnishings may not be important; although Omer, at a glance, already saw enough to infer the general area's decorative information, but in today's developed era, one only needs to seize the opponent's then-scientific online false node and trace back to the source, which is better than any reasoning.