Chapter 115

Don't be fooled by the fact that she stands before Kitakami Yoru with a petite figure that seems no different from Eriri’s; the aura of Shinomiya Kaguya is far more imposing than his.

This is the only young lady of the Shinomiya family, the de facto leader among the four great financial cliques of Japan.

Truly extraordinary.

"You're not speaking? I saw everything!"

Shinomiya Kaguya’s expression grows increasingly cold and icy, as if she were ten thousand years of permafrost.

When facing someone she dislikes or detests, the Ice Princess Kaguya appears once more.

"I have business with her; that doesn't seem to concern you, does it?"

Kitakami Yoru takes a deep breath, and his fluctuating emotions begin to calm.

The most equal thing about people is that everyone only has one life!

But he is different.

As long as he doesn't die of old age—whether it be from a car accident, poisoning, sudden illness, or anything else—

he can passively trigger his time-reversal ability, returning to any point within one month of the moment the ability is activated.

You could say he has two lives!

"Hmm?"

"You have business with Secretary Fujiwara?"

"Stalking, perhaps?!"

Shinomiya Kaguya’s cold face dispels the chill of the summer noon, and her disbelief is written all over her face.

"You are naturally free to ask her; stalking is unnecessary."

"I was simply hesitating whether to go up and say hello..."

"You are too self-righteous..."

Kitakami Yoru calmly sizes up the young lady of the Shinomiya financial clique before him and speaks.

He isn't saying this for Shinomiya Kaguya to hear.

He is afraid that Shinomiya Kaguya will go and tell Fujiwara Chika, causing a misunderstanding.

One is an enemy, the other is a great benefactor.

If it were the old him, he certainly wouldn't have been able to speak and would have been labeled a stalker!

"Then I will go and ask Secretary Fujiwara."

Having said that, Shinomiya Kaguya puts away her cold expression and gaze, walking off to the side.

From beginning to end, Shinomiya Kaguya’s eyes never revealed any disgust or disdain toward Kitakami Yoru.

Yet the truth is the exact opposite; the more she acts this way, the more she looks down on Kitakami Yoru—it is akin to being so angry that one laughs, her heart filled with boundless arrogance.

In Washington's eyes, Black people are also people, and Black lives matter, but the Indians do not.

"Shinomiya Kaguya..."

After she walks away, Kitakami Yoru clenches his fists tightly, gritting his teeth as he squeezes out the words.

His current strength is not enough to launch a revenge against Shinomiya Kaguya.

One by one, he will take them on.

The gold treasure chest above Kasumigaoka Utaha’s head hasn't been opened yet!

He doesn't know when Eriri will start her move.

Summer vacation is also arriving soon.

Aiming too high is not advisable; he must be steady and be himself.

Perhaps, with the next gold treasure chest he opens, he will gain the capital for his revenge.

Calculating the time, the day he opened Eriri’s gold treasure chest was the early morning of last Saturday.

Counting it all up, it has only been exactly six days!

Kitakami Yoru does not believe that after his misunderstanding is cleared up, Shinomiya Kaguya will realize her mistake and take the initiative to apologize to him.

Not to mention, there has now been another unpleasant incident.

"Hoo~"

Taking a light breath, Kitakami Yoru temporarily puts this matter to the back of his mind and leaves Shuchiin to head home.

Inside the student council.

Only Ishigami Yu, Fujiwara Chika, and Shinomiya Kaguya are present.

"Secretary Fujiwara..."

Shinomiya Kaguya gently pushes the door open, wearing her usual serene and friendly smile.

One could never tell she was ice-cold just a moment ago.

"Ah? What is it?"

Fujiwara Chika looks up, her face blooming with her unique smile.

"You were just being followed; Kitakami Yoru, do you have any impression of him?" Shinomiya Kaguya explains.

"Kitakami-kun? Oh, yes, yes, he was following me?"

Surprise flashes in Fujiwara Chika’s eyes.

"I discovered him; he made an excuse that he had business with you and wanted to say hello, but he was just hesitating."

Shinomiya Kaguya looks into Fujiwara Chika’s eyes.

"Oh, is that so."

Fujiwara Chika realizes, smiling without much concern.

"Eh? Is it true?"

Shinomiya Kaguya looks at her only friend and asks curiously.

"Yes, yes, it's fine."

Fujiwara Chika is a bit thick-skinned and doesn't care at all; she likely knows Kitakami Yoru’s intention was to thank her.

On the other side, after Kitakami Yoru walks some distance from the school gate.

Behind him comes the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Hey, hey, wait a second!"

Satania runs over at high speed, waving at Kitakami Yoru.

"Who are you?"

Kitakami Yoru looks at her; he doesn't recognize her at all.

When he went out with Gabriel and Vignette earlier, he didn't see Satania and didn't know this person existed.

"My name is Satania; you're Gabriel’s friend, right? I’ve seen you two going to school together."

Satania has run a long distance, yet her face isn't red and she isn't panting, showing her well-developed athletic ability.

"Yes, hello, Kitakami Yoru."

Kitakami Yoru remembers the name and simply assumes Satania is here to ask about Gabriel.

"Hmph, step one, success!"

"Stupid human, he probably thinks I just came up to say hello."

Satania’s mouth curls slightly as she feels proud in her heart, then she asks:

"What about Gabriel? Did you see her today?"

"We came to school together this morning; your first-year exams have a different schedule than ours, so she must have gone home long ago."

Kitakami Yoru thinks for a moment.

"Exams, pfft, we don't care about those at all."

Satania scoffs, speaking with the disdain of a chuunibyou demon.

But she did answer the questions properly, not wanting to be made to stand in the corner by the fierce bald math teacher again.

"Why are you all like this?"

On the way to the station, Kitakami Yoru and Satania chat.

Back home, after resting for a while with nothing to do, he drags out his yoga mat again.

The second day of final exams.

In the afternoon, the scorching summer sun bakes the earth.