Amy asked with an absurd expression, but the boys who had already read the red book had nothing to say even though they had mouths.

�Hmmmm, anyway, I don�t know who I am as much as the president of the Women�s Human Body Research Society.�

Amy remembered what she had heard at the restaurant.

�You mean it was a red book?�Sirone, have you seen it too?�

�huh?�uh, that�s����Because I have a book.�I have eyes too����.�

It was a ridiculous excuse, but it was not a situation where lies would work.

Contrary to expectations, Amy didn�t nag her, but rather turned her head with a relieved look.

Perhaps the reaction would be different if they knew that the subject drawn in the red book was a person from the school, but it was a secret that they would take to the grave.

Sirone, who had passed the hurdle, asked.

�Still, aren�t there roughly candidates?�Who do you think you are?�

�Oh, it�s really difficult.�It�s so hidden that I can�t even get a feel for it.�Still, let�s take a look����.�

Nade looked around the counter at the canteen.

�Unexpectedly, it could be the female Eden.�

�Auntie, please give me a soda.�

Sirone looked back at Eden, who had just entered the store.

Current graduating class 10th.

A devout member of the Church of Yor, he was a specialist in defensive magic.

�That�s right. Come to think of it, Mr. Gaold was once a Yorkian too.�

As a religion that abhors violence, it was only natural that Eden focused on defensive magic.

�But why is Eden a candidate?�

�I�ve heard that too, but Eden gets stronger the more you take it off.�

Sirone spilled the cocoa she had in her mouth back into her mug.

�What nonsense are you talking about?�

�Why is there such a thing, special actions that strengthen omnipotence even if it is not eating out.�Magical action is like that.�Yorkism is non-violent, so they can�t carry any weapons.�In short, you don�t even need clothes because only God protects you.�

�Hmm, is it true?�

said Amy.

�I know about that.�So, even in last year�s senior class, when it was time for interpersonal combat, some guys would light up their eyes and attack.�

The three of them asked in chorus.

�So how did it go?�

said Amy, looking at her pathetically. JrNovels.com