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secrets a nearly impossible undertaking.Her habit of saying exactly what it was she wanted to say, and her difficulty in not doing so was her personality, too.
    “Well, a girl having an interest in Kojou-kun’s such a rare opportunity. I thought I’d be as helpful as I could.”
    “Liar…you just wanted to talk, didn’t you?”
    Kojou exhaled at her fire-and-forget attitude. That moment, an ominous thought floated up into a corner of his sleep-deprived, slowly operating head. Though he wouldn’t call her an acquaintance even by mistake, there was one, and only one, name that came to mind: that of a certain junior high schooler who might be checking into Kojou.
    “Wait a sec. What’s the transfer student’s name?”
    “Mm, her last name’s a bit odd. Err… Right, it had a flutter to it, like the name of a queen.”
    “‘Flutter’? Himeragi, by any chance?”
    Kojou bitterly asked back, his ominous premonition swelling larger and larger. Nagisa’s expression brightened.
    “Ah yes, that’s it! Yukina Himeragi-chan.”
    “…She’s…the transfer student…?!”
    “That’s right. So you really
do
know her? Hey, hey, how do you know her? Explain it to me! Hey, Kojou…!”
    Nagisa continued shouting something, but Kojou wasn’t listening.
    All he could think of was the spear-using girl who’d tailed him all over the place and finally annihilated a vampire’s Beast Vassal with a single blow.
    So she’d transferred to the same class as Kojou’s little sister. But why? For what purpose? Such tortured thoughts made an unpleasant sweat break out, drenching Kojou’s entire body.
    Somewhere along the way, Kojou’s sleepiness had entirely vanished.
5
    Natsuki Minamiya was Saikai Academy’s English teacher.
    She claimed her age was twenty-six, but she actually looked considerably younger than that, enough that, the terms
beautiful girl
and
lovely child
suited her better than
beautiful woman
.
    The line of her face and shape of her body were both on the small side, almost doll-like.
    On the other hand, maybe she’d inherited noble blood from somewhere; she was oddly dignified and charismatic. Thanks to that, she was a highly capable teacher, with high regard among students as well.
    “Er… Aren’t you hot there, Natsuki?” Kojou asked, his loose uniform disheveled amid the oppressive, sweltering heat. Kojou was the only student in the classroom for the make-up exam. Of course they didn’t permit the use of a civilized invention like air-conditioning.
    Against the hellish backdrop of the pouring midday rays of the sun, an incessant hot wind blowing in through the window, Kojou was translating the suspicious English text “Researching the Shape of Mythology in Post-Primitive Man” under the supervision of a teacher who looked younger than he was. This was no longer an exam; a better term for it might be
discipline
, or perhaps
torture
.
    “I’ve told you before. Don’t address your teacher by her first name.”
    He heard Natsuki’s haughty voice from the center of the platform as she sat atop the luxurious, velvet-covered chair she’d brought in from somewhere on her own, drinking hot black tea.
    She wore a lace-heavy, black, one-piece dress. Except for the frills from the cuffs and the front of the neck, her hip proportions were being flaunted by a laced-up corset. For so-called goth loli, it was rather high-end, but that didn’t make it seem any less stifling in this heat. However, as Natsuki elegantly fanned herself with a black lace folding fan…
    “This level of heat is nothing compared to the start of summer.”
    “Er… It looks hot from where I’m sitting, though.”
    I just don’t get it
, thought Kojou, resting his chin on his palms.
    It was this charismatic teacher, Natsuki Minamiya’s, greatest shortcoming. Her fashion sense had an absolute lack of consideration of time and place. Natsuki’s wearing of a stifling dress in
this
heat, on an artificial island in the tropics, was