Chapter 46: ~Chapter 14~ Part 3

Needless to say, I couldn't really focus on the afternoon classes. Although to be perfectly honest, I never paid that much attention to them to begin with. My sleepless condition left me with plenty of free time to study whenever I wanted to take my mind off of certain things, which happened quite often these days. There was only one problem this time: I was trying to study, but I couldn't. I had no idea why, but I had a sense of foreboding rising in the pit of my stomach and it always broke my concentration. It must have been the stress, I concluded.

At long last the final bell rang, and I couldn't help but sigh in a mixture of relief and exhaustion. The princess in front of me sprung to her feet before the chime even finished, which would have been rude to the teacher if she didn't immediately cut herself off as usual. I almost smiled about it. I got so used to her cutting the lessons short that I didn't even take note of it under normal circumstances.

Anyways, as I was saying, the princess stood up and glanced back at me. When our eyes met she gave me an indignant "Hmpf!" and she stormed out of the classroom. It reminded me of her behavior when she transferred, but after all the time I spent with her, her cold shoulder felt especially chilly and even a bit distressing.

I tried not to dwell too much on it, and instead I waved to Judy, signaling for her to wait for me. The others left while I was packing my bag, probably expecting to meet us by the lockers, but I had other plans. I waited for my assistant to come over before I stood up as well.

"Are you available this afternoon?"

She gave me a quizzical look in turn.

"Date?"

"No," I said while trying to keep the exasperation from showing in my voice. "I'm still thinking about that."

"You see Chief, this is your problem. You are indecisive."

I sent a critical look in her direction and followed it up with a mocking little nod.

"Maybe I am. But back to the actual reason why I wanted to talk to you: I wanted you to tell me what the princess and Snowy were fighting about so that we can figure out a way to defuse the situation."

Judy shook her head. "I told you I promised--"

"I know," I interrupted with a hand raised to stop her. "I know, but I cannot deal with this situation without knowing why it happened. If you cannot tell me outright, at least give me a clue."

Judy looked around, probably to see if any placeholders could overhear us talking, though I couldn't fathom why. Those guys were still as flaky as ever, and letting them hear anything wouldn't have meant much. After a while she gestured for me to move over to the windows, out of earshot. Once we were there she hesitated for a few seconds, but at last she took a deep breath and spoke in a hushed, though still deadpan voice.

"You are aware that Eleanor likes you, right?"

I nodded immediately. "Yeah, she is tsundere about it, but it makes it all the more obvious. What of it?"

My assistant looked at me like I just said something incredibly dumb, so I wiggled my eyebrows to urge her to continue.

"If you know that much, how can you not figure out the problem? Chief, you are supposed to be smart."

I grimaced and rubbed my face before I spoke again.

"Fine, let's just presume I'm an idiot. How is she liking me and her fight with Snowy related?"

"It's because she likes you, and you are stringing her along," my assistant finally spilled the beans with clear disapproval in her voice.

"No, I'm not," I denied immediately. "I'm just being friendly."

"No Chief, you are flirting with her. Constantly."

"I'm definitely not."

She shook her head and leaned even closer.

"Even if you don't think you do, that's what it looks like, and she certainly takes it that way."

"But... Even if what you say is true, it shouldn't matter. She loves Josh."

Judy stayed silent for several seconds after this. Soon she took out her phone and began tapping on it. I waited patiently for her to finish, and at last she turned the screen in my direction. It was a page from her notes, one about the tropes related to romance stories, with ‘Love Triangle' being highlighted. I let out a scoffing laugh and shook my head.

"Come on, Judy. I admit that I might've muddled the waters a little with the princess, but she is the closest thing a harem narrative would have to a main heroine! Even if she did develop a sweet spot for me, there is absolutely no chance she would favor me over Josh. This whole conversation is—"

"Chief," Judy cut me off with the utmost seriousness as she crossed her arms under her chest. "You have already caused bigger changes to the standard template, and it is blindingly obvious to everyone that Eleanor has a crush on you. This includes Joshua as well. Please stop trying to pick this hill to die on and face reality."

"Seriously?" She nodded at my question, and I couldn't stifle the groan escaping my mouth. "I knew things were brewing in the background, but a love triangle? With me in it? Really?"

As if waiting for the moment to deliver the coup the grace, Judy suddenly declared, "If you are still unsure, I can tell you, with one hundred percent certainty that you are in a love triangle. There is no question about that."

Oh, great. And now she was giving me a roundabout confession too? I mean, I already knew that Judy was interested, but even if I wasn't, I would've had to be both blind, deaf, and stupid not to recognize the subtext in that declaration.

However, this was not the time to get bogged down in that discussion, when I already had so much on my plate, so for the moment I shelved it for a more opportune time and returned to the topic at hand.

"So, that means that I am the one who caused this whole mess? Marvelous." I exhaled sharply and shook my head to clear it. "But how am I supposed to fix that? And how is that related to Snowy? Don't tell me she—"

And then, right in the middle of that question, my entire world turned literally upside down. Well, maybe not ‘literally' literally, but close. There was a flash of nausea washing over me that went away as fast as it came, and when I blinked the world before my eyes appeared inverse, kind of like as if I was staring at an old photo negative. I barely had time to process the sight though, as there was another short flash and the scenery returned to normal.

"What the hell?!" I exclaimed as I took a step back and blinked repeatedly. On second thought, things weren't normal after all. As my eyes adjusted, I quickly realized that suddenly all the colors around me got muted and gained a purplish hue. Not only that, but the walls, the desks, even the people were covered in eerie, glowing hairline-cracks that covered them in spider-web patterns. Speaking of people, all of them were abruptly replaced with generic, faceless mannequins frozen in place. They were grey, completely bald, and featureless.

"Judy?" I looked at my assistant, and to my shock and horror, she was also missing, replaced with a mannequin with its hands crossed in a mirror image of hers. I reached out and touched its shoulder. It felt hard but strangely warm to the touch, and as I moved my hand I could feel small jolts of electricity when it came in contact with the glowing cracks.

"Okay," I whispered as I took a deep breath. "I either went crazy, or something is really, really wrong here..."

I leaned closer and tried to peek at the mannequin's face, and to my shock I found Judy looking at me... but then her face was gone and I was looking at a featureless ball again. It was as if the two images were overlaid on each other, fading in and out as I was looking at it. I reached out again, grabbed hold of my assistant/mannequin's shoulder, and gave it a good shake.

"Judy!"

There was another flash of light and the two images abruptly snapped together in front of my mind's eye. I blinked in surprise, and when I opened my eyes again I was face to face with my assistant. Her eyes were wide open, and it looked like she was frozen in the middle of crying out in surprise. Instead of that, she closed her mouth and very slowly looked around the room.

"Chief... What just happened?"

"I'll be damned if I know," I answered honestly as I let go of her. "One moment we were talking and in the next..." I gestured vaguely towards the classroom. "... this happened."

We didn't have much time to think about the absurdity of the situation, as suddenly the entire building was shaken.

"Earthquake?" I exclaimed in surprise.

Judy stumbled forwards, but I managed to catch her. As I did so, however, something in the edge of my vision caught my attention and drew it to the field outside the window. I had to double-check to make sure I wasn't seeing things, but once I was certain I tapped Judy on the shoulder and pointed at the sight.

"Please tell me you can see that too."

She followed my pointing hand and after a few moments of hesitation, she nodded in the affirmative.

"If you mean Eleanor and Neige, then yes, I can see them."

"And...?" I urged her with a question while trying to keep the confusion-infused panic from buckling my voice.

"They have horns."

I let out a sigh. Good. I wasn't going crazy then. The world was going crazy! That was soooo much better!

I unconsciously began taking slow and measured breaths. Right, I needed to keep calm. Calm people live, hysterical people die. Panicking won't solve anything. Learning about what's going on solves things, not panicking. Calm, good. Panic, bad.

Following that line of thought, I leaned on the windowsill and squinted to take a better look. Snowy and the princess were facing each other on the grassy field near the footpath leading to the sports field. They were still wearing their school uniforms, but even from this distance, I could see that they had changed.

The princess was standing in what looked like a martial arts stance and her hands were covered in something dark red. At first glance I might have rationalized that it was some kind of glove, but then she also sported several horns. From the place I was standing at I could see a pair of long, ridged red horns in a flat S shape arching over her head at a slight angle, while between those there were three smaller, flat horns ending in points; two smaller ones and one big one in the middle. Looking at them together reminded me of a crown, or at the very least an oversized diadem.

I couldn't take as good a look at Snowy, as she was slightly farther away, but she seemed to have a pair of horns as well. Hers were shorter and curled downwards, framing her face instead of arching over her head. Then, right as I was looking at her, her uniform exploded off her body as a pair of large, leathery wings emerged from her back. Once even the last vestiges of her clothes have disintegrated into something resembling blue fire, I could finally take a better look at her. Now she was dressed in something that I could only call a black leather fetish outfit that left most of her skin uncovered. She also had long black boots that reached up to her thighs, and if her posture was any indication, they ended in stiletto heels.

Most importantly though, now she sported organic-looking wings that fanned out behind her before they began slowly flapping and taking her to the air. A small corner of my mind tried its hardest to inform me that wings of that size would never be able to lift a person. Another, much louder part of my brain, however, was way too occupied with the fact that she had bloody wings to care about such details. I mean... Holy mother of cheesecakes, how was one supposed to think straight after seeing something like that?!

Well, as it happened, the pair on the field gave me a perfect reason to do so, as suddenly the princess lunged forwards and raised her right hand in a clawing motion, swiping at the white-haired girl before she could take to the air. Snowy responded by pointing her hand at the other girl, and in a split second a pillar of ice materialized in front of her, which the princess promptly tore apart like it was made of styrofoam. The sight made the blood run cold in my veins and all the confused, intrigued, and terrified thoughts vying for the attention of my frontal lobe were silenced by one overwhelming impulse that seared through my mind like a blazing star.

"I have to stop this!" I exclaimed as I turned around and dashed out of the classroom in an adrenaline-fueled frenzy. I burst through the half-closed door, tearing the flimsy sliding apparatus off its buckles, and darted towards the stairwell. I somehow managed to cover each turn of the stairs in less than three steps even while weaving between the frozen mannequins, and reached the ground floor faster than I thought was humanly possible. I dashed down the alley between the shoe lockers and, to my momentary horror, I found that the automatic doors of the main entrance weren't working. I had no time to look for another exit. In retrospect, what I was about to do was incredibly foolish, but in my defense, I was pretty out of it.

So, I ran back, got down into a runner's start, and sprinted towards the still closed entrance. I figured that the doors must've been made with safety glass to avoid accidents, so I planned on using my shoulder to ram right through it. Since there was a set of stairs on the other side, I even prepared a plan for jumping off towards the left side where I had a better chance of landing on the grass instead of the paved walkway in case I couldn't stop my momentum. Well, ‘plan' might be too strong of a word for my hastily cobbled together ideas, but hey, at least I was trying.

Nevertheless, I was still woefully unprepared for what was about to happen. On my last step I braced myself and rammed the glass... only to pass right through it. The unexpected lack of resistance made me stumble for a moment, which I tried to salvage by jumping forwards and rolling like I ‘planned'. My hang-time was actually much shorter than I expected, but I hit the ground fairly well, though I was certain I got some light bruises out of the affair. I got onto my feet in a moment, but when I looked back I froze for a second as I realized I was on the grass a good three meters from the edge of the walkway, way further than I even hoped I could jump. Under other circumstances I would've been shocked and wondered what just happened, but then a low, rumbling noise from the direction of the field erased any such stray thoughts and I broke into a sprint once again.

I rounded the main building at a pace where a single missed step could've introduced my face to the ground before I could even blink. I didn't care though; my adrenaline-fueled heart was beating in my ear like a war drum and tuned out any thoughts not related to getting me to the girls even faster. I reached the field under the classroom window and came to a stumbling halt. They weren't there.

I could see signs of some outrageous battle, including what appeared to be several centimeters deep claw marks on a tree and a giant icicle stuck in the ground with moisture condensing around it in a fine mist. I looked left and right, trying to figure out where they had gone when another low rumble shook the ground under my feet. It was soon accompanied by a loud, pained scream.

I could practically feel the blood escaping my face and my legs immediately took off in the direction of the noise, before I could even consciously note that it was coming from the track field. It made sense in retrospect, I suppose. Where else would they find a large open field for their battling needs?

Once I got closer I finally caught a glimpse of the two. Snowy was flying low while chucking what seemed to be spear-like double-ended icicles at the princess, who in turn was circling around her in a mad dash while periodically dodging any projectiles that came too close. For those she couldn't dodge, she swatted them out of the air with her forearm, which also caused her to stumble for a few moments before she resumed her sprinting.

After one such occasion, she threw her hands back and opened her mouth wide. The low growl coming out of her throat made it obvious that she was the source of the periodical rumbling I experienced. However, it wasn't just a roar that came out of her mouth, as it was immediately followed by, for lack of better description, a searing bright red laser beam. It wasn't an actual laser though, as it moved slower than the speed of light (not to mention it was visible), but it was still wicked fast.

Snowy spun in the air and avoided the brunt of the beam, but she lost a lot of altitude in the process. She came to an abrupt stop just a couple of meters over the ground and raised both of her hands over her head. As she did so, a number of those long icicle spears started forming over her hands, floating and rotating around their axis as they grew to the point where the middle one was thicker than her thigh.

Seeing that, the princess dug her feet into the ground of the field and opened her mouth again. This time there was no immediate roar, instead the ground itself began pulsing as a steadily growing pinpoint of crimson light appeared in front of her mouth.

It was right at this point that I jumped over the railing separating the track field from the rest of the grounds and I forced my aching legs into one last, desperate dash. My entire vision shrunk into a tunnel as I pushed my adrenaline-addled body to its limits. I covered the thirty or so meters at Olympic speeds and came to a screeching halt between the two of them, planting my feet so hard I wouldn't have been surprised if I left skid-marks behind me. I spread my arms open, pointing one open palm at Snowy and the other at the princess, and yelled so hard it made my own ears ring.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"

There was a moment of silence, only broken when the ball of light in front of the princess's face popped out of existence with, fittingly enough, a quiet ‘pop' reminiscent of a bursting bubble. The face it revealed by its disappearance was priceless, and I might have even found it amusing if I wasn't in the grip of a fury so cold it could freeze stars. Snowy's expression wasn't any better either, and she visibly shuddered as I looked at her.

"Snowy, get down from there in this instant! And put those away, you are going to poke someone's eyes out!"

"Y-Y-Yes!" she squeaked as she all but fell to the ground. Her hands made some sort of gesture and the icicles floating over her head began sublimating out of existence.

Once I was certain they were gone I turned to the princess.

"And what do you think you were doing?!" I growled at her with a mixture of outrage and disappointment. "You could have killed her!"

"I..." She shrunk back like a frightened kitten even though, if their fight was any indication, she could've probably broken me in half like a twig. After a few seconds of imitating a fish by opening and closing her mouth without a sound, she finally averted her eyes and mumbled, "It wasn't real dragon fire. It wouldn't have killed her. Probably."

"Probably?!" She twitched and lowered her head in shame. I groaned aloud and waved both my hands. "Come here, both of you."

The two looked at me, and then each other before they both lowered their faces again and shuffled over to me. Now that blood finally began to return to my adrenaline stream I calmed down a little and took the opportunity to look at them a bit closer.

They were both bruised, and Snowy had what appeared to be a shallow scratch on her leg that already stopped bleeding, but otherwise they didn't seem to be seriously hurt. That was good. A closer look also shone a light on a few uncertain things from before. What from a distance looked like red gloves on the princess turned out to be her hands. They were now covered up to her elbows in small red scales that had a pearlescent shine to them, and her fingers ended in short but vicious-looking claws instead of nails. A quick glance at her legs also revealed that she had scales on them too; reaching up to her mid-thighs just under the hem of her uniform's skirt. Speaking of skirts, there was also something unusual on her butt, or rather protruding from above her butt: a thick, somewhat prehensile lizard tail covered similarly to her extremities. I could also see a little bit of her belly peeking through her disheveled clothes and it was covered in larger, flesh-toned scales, yet her face seemed completely normal aside from the horns above her forehead which, I had to admit, gave her a bit of a regal appearance.

A glance at Snowy also revealed a number of new insights. The ‘fetish gear' I saw on her from a distance appeared to be a lusterless, leathery-looking black material that was sticking to her skin like it was fused with it. It didn't change the fact that it barely covered her body though, as it was hardly more than a thong, a pair of long boots, an X-shaped set of straps covering her breasts, and long-sleeved gloves that reached up almost to her armpit. All she needed was a whip and she could've been mistaken for a dominatrix, if not for the large black wings on her back, currently folded in a way that made them look deceptively small, and the thin black tail ending in a spade.

I stayed silent for several seconds on purpose before I channeled my best ‘disapproving parent' impression and slowly shook my head.

"I am disappointed." They lowered their heads again, and I used the opportunity to bonk them over the head (careful to avoid the horns) before I continued with, "Also, I'm angry."

"Sorry..." Snowy apologized reflexively.

"Sorry," the princess parroted her half-heartedly before adding, "It was your fault anyway..."

"Excuse me? I couldn't hear that," I raised my voice, and the princess fell silent with a shudder. I let out a ragged breath and raised her face by putting a finger under her chin. She looked at me sheepishly for a moment before she tried to avert her eyes. I pulled her head in the opposite direction so she had to look at me, and once she finally stopped trying to avoid my gaze I told her, "Listen, Elly. I am aware of the reason why you two were fighting. I know this whole mess is, at least partially... mostly my fault. One of these days we both have to sit down and come clean, but this is neither the time nor the place. Can I ask you to be patient a little longer?"

She nodded, albeit feebly. Once I was done with her, I turned to the white-haired girl fidgeting by her side.

"As for you Snowy, I can understand the princess starting a fight. She has a bit of a temper," I paused and set a frowning glance at the person in question. She stifled an embarrassed yelp and lowered her head again so hard, for a moment I was afraid she wanted to ram me with her horns. Once it became clear she was just embarrassed, I turned back to Snowy and continued. "However, I thought you knew better than that."

"Sorry... I... I just wanted to help."

"How is fighting your friends helping anyone?" She stayed silent for a few seconds, so I extended my hand a rubbed her head where I thumped her before. "I know you were meaning well. I'm not really mad at you for that, but I really don't want to see my friends hurting each other." I paused and gave her a stern look. "Also, what is with this getup?"

"Is that really your biggest concern?" my assistant inquired while walking up to us. She tried to appear prim and proper, but from her heavy breathing, I could tell that she was running at least part of the way.

"Of course? Who goes into battle in a thong and high heels? It's completely impractical!" Meanwhile, Judy reached me and began to tap on me with her hands. "What are you doing?"

"You have grass on you," she told me flatly as she continued to dust me and straighten my clothes.

"Judy?" the princess finally spoke up after several seconds of hesitation. "What are you doing here?"

"I followed after the Chief," she replied without taking her eyes off me.

"Speaking of which, what are you doing here?" the draconic girl suddenly exclaimed like she just noticed something extremely unusual.

"What do you mean ‘what are you doing here'? I followed after the sounds to stop you from hurting each other."

"Yes, but how did you enter the Restricted Space?"

"The what?"

"She probably means this place," my assistant whispered as she was standing on her tip-toes to dust my hair. "It seems to be a copy of the real world."

"Oh, so what you actually wanted to ask was how I entered the creepy purple zone of convenient battlefields?" I paused meaningfully before I smiled and confidently stated, "It's a secret."

"What do you mean it's a--"

"Stop right there!" A new voice suddenly startled all of us as a large crack opened in the middle of the track field about five or so meters to our right. Although to be precise, that crack wasn't actually on the ground, but in mid-air. A split second later the shimmering purple fissure snapped open into a circular portal and a short figure burst through it, landing in a pose straight from an action manga. She was dressed in a long, frilly green dress with detached sleeves and more bows and ribbons than I could shake a cane at. In the beginning her head was hidden under a wide-brimmed witch's hat, but then she raised her silver staff high into the air.

"In the name of the Critias Scool and the authority of the Assembly, I command you to stop this foolishness!"

There was a flash of green light in the large emerald set into the tip of said staff, and with a loud rumble, the earth erupted behind her as a huge stone hand rose out of the soil, soon followed by the rest of a large statue with huge hands and an almost comically small head.

Once the stone creature was out in the open and towering over her, the girl twirled her staff and tried to strike a menacing pose... only to notice our deadpan looks halfway through and nearly drop her rod in surprise. At this point, all I could do was rub my face in exasperation.

"Class rep... what are you doing?"

She blinked at me from under the brim of her hat and leaned on her staff, probably more for the sake of appearances than for actual support.

"I thought you were..." she began while pointing at the two transformed girls before she pointed at me instead. "And you! What are you doing here?!"

I let out a groan and rubbed my face even harder. By now the last of the adrenaline left my system and I suddenly felt really tired and nauseous. In other words, I was rapidly losing my patience, and thus I answered, "I'm a super-duper mega psychic savant demi-god who can pierce the veil of time and space so long as he is fueled with homemade sandwiches."

She looked at me wide-eyed for a second.

"... Really?"

"No!" I exclaimed with righteous indignation and hid my face behind my hands for a moment before I shook myself and set my jaw. "I am too tired for this. Could you please get a change of clothes for the girls and let me think for a few minutes? In fact..." I turned to Snowy and the princess, both of whom were still standing in the exact same spot. "You guys should go with her. By the time next time we meet, I expect you to be fully clothed, hornless, and completely friendly. Got it?"

They tentatively nodded, and after some further shooing the three girls left through the hole the class rep opened in the air. I waited for a while after they were gone before I turned on my heel, marched up to the closest bench by the field, and promptly dropped my backside upon it with a pained groan. Right now my legs were shaking and I was covered in cold sweat.

"Bloody... hell..."

"Are you all right?" Judy came to my side with an alarmed expression that looked even more unusual in the strange lighting conditions. I shook my head.

"No, I am not all right." I rubbed my eyes with one hand and by the time I was about to speak up again I found myself wrapped in a pair of soft arms. I looked up and found myself face-to-face with my assistant.

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"You looked like you could use a hug."

I stared at her for a while and then let out a chuckle, patting her on the hand around my shoulder.

"Thanks. I suppose I do."

We stayed like that for a minute while countless recent memories and terrifying revelations kept swirling in my head and threatened to overwhelm me. Hell, if I was a little slower getting between them, I could have died! Or even worse, one of them could have died! The mere idea made my stomach churn. At last, I gestured for her to let go of me.

After a few minutes of molar-grinding and breathing exercises, I finally managed to get my thoughts in order and prune off every irrelevant one in favor of focusing on the one that was most important and useful at the moment.

"Judy?" I spoke softly as I stood up. My assistant perked up and looked at me with what passed for being really excited for her. I took a deliberately slow breath and exhaled the same way before I spoke again. "Get your notes."

She did so without further ado. I waited for her to finish poking at her phone and only continued once she gave me the go.

"All right. Here we go. This is what we know for sure: This is not just a harem comedy narrative. It also has supernatural and, if what we saw just now was indicative, battle shounen elements."

"Battle shounen?"

"It's... It's a pretty varied genre, but if I had to sum it up, I would say it's a genre of fiction that focuses on personal combat with various flavors of superpowers. Think of people shooting beams from their hands while shouting the names of their attacks, highly visible ninjas, and silly spiky hairstyles."

"I see. I think I got it."

"So, as I was saying, the more important thing is that we also have supernatural elements. That means magic, which means we can pretty much throw all our previous notes about the world out the window."

"Literally?"

"Feel free to do that, but you cannot expect another phone from me until your next birthday."

"How about Christmas?"

I awarded my assistant a critical look that roughly translated to ‘Do I look like I'm in the mood for this?' She didn't seem to read faces very fluently though, forcing me to voice my exasperation.

"... Do you really want to throw out your phone that much?"

"No, I'm just exploring all possibilities."

I sighed and continued, "So, the point is this: All the inconsistencies and weirdness we have seen in the world can now be dismissed as ‘it's magic'."

"Including your Far Sight?"

"Far Sight?"

"Your alleged ability to watch people from afar."

I snorted and began pacing in a circle in front of Judy. Right, that ability was ‘alleged' because I didn't want to use it. I guess I was in a bit of denial. I didn't want magic to be a thing in this world because I was afraid of how much of our research it would invalidate. That said, at this point there was no point in crying over spilled milk.

"I don't know if my Far Sight is magic or something unrelated. We don't even know exactly what constitutes ‘magic' in this world." I paused and glanced at my assistant with a small smile. "By the way, I like the term."

"I found it on the internet. I'm glad you like it," she answered without looking up from her phone. In the meantime, I continued pacing up and down, as I found it helped me think.

"Anyways, since everything weird we've seen thus far could be magic, we have to completely change our approach. Instead of cataloging everything strange we should figure out what can and cannot be done with magic in this world, and only focus on the things that are still weird by this place's logic."

"Should we go through the list now?"

I thought about it but ultimately shook my head.

"No, we can do that later. For now, we should note the new things we learned first. Such as this." I waved my hand around to indicate the entire field. "What did the princess call it again?"

"Restricted Space."

"Right, thanks. This is probably some kind of phantom zone. It's not uncommon to have these in battle shounen stories; copies of the real world without any noncombatants, where people can fight without worrying about collateral damage."

"Convenient."

"Indeed. It might also have some kind of time-dilation effect."

Judy raised her hand to stop me for a moment.

"It's 16:17 now. We entered just after the last lesson was over, so... around 15:50?"

"Let's go with that. Please check the time once we get out in case I forgot."

"Understood."

"Now, where were we?" I looked around and made note of one of the broken icicles lying in the middle of the field. "Right, the girls. By the looks of it the princess, Snowy, and even the class rep are all involved with this Restricted Space phenomenon. Not only that, they are..." I paused, unable to find the right word.

"Magical?"

I shrugged my shoulders at the suggestion.

"A little broad, but I have nothing better either. As for individually, I'm fairly sure the princess is a dragon girl, and the class rep was obviously a witch or wizard or whatever."

"Chief, you are getting sloppy with your terminology."

"Well, excuse me. I'm only guessing based on what I can see. Can you tell what she was?"

Judy lowered her phone in order to place a thoughtful finger over her lower lip in a show of pondering before she answered, "Magical girl?"

"That is a completely different genre."

"I'm only guessing based on what I can see."

"Oh, ha ha. Less snarking, more constructive input please."

"What about Neige?"

"What about her?"

"You didn't say what she was."

"That's because I don't know. Considering the wings, I would say she might be a dragon girl too, but she didn't have scales and the way she was dressed was more like a demon girl."

"That sounds accurate to me."

"Maybe, but calling her a demon of all things sounds a little silly."

"Maybe a succubus?"

"That's... Hm. That's actually a distinct possibility. Write it down."

"Way ahead of you."

"Good." I nodded and let my eyes wander for a little while, only to be inevitably drawn to the ice spears again. As I did so, a new idea reared its head in my mind and I frowned to myself.

"She was using ice."

"Yes."

"And her name means snow."

Judy looked up from her notes and cocked her head to the side.

"Coincidence?"

"I doubt it. We also have a ‘Dracis' who is a dragon. We might have a case of meaningful names on our hands. I think we should look into the names of everyone we know. There might be some sneaky references hidden there."

"Roger. Is there anything else?"

I fell silent for a minute or so in order to get my thoughts in order again before I continued speaking.

"All right. Here is a rudimentary action plan for the near future: First and foremost, we need more information. If there really is a masquerade going on I doubt we can find anything in the public domain. That leaves us with investigating what we come across and interrogating the entourage."

" Interrogation. Understood. I'll go and get my pillows and comfy chair."

I blinked at her and after taking a second to process the image I promptly rolled my eyes.

"Was that a random Monty Python reference just now?"

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?"

"No... I just wasn't expecting it."

"Of course. No one expects the Spanish Inquisition reference."

I palmed my face with a cynical chuckle.

"Damn, I walked straight into that one. I'm getting tired."

"Should we call it a day?"

I looked around and shook my head.

"No, the purple zone doesn't seem to go anywhere just yet and there are still some things to discuss. Such as the interrogations," I paused and pointed at Judy. "I was actually thinking about leaving it up to you."

"Really?"

I nodded firmly and began pacing again.

"Yes. Thinking back on some choice discussions with the princess and the class rep, I think they are convinced I already know about the masquerade. Asking them to explain the basics would mean I would have to reveal my amnesia, and already too many people know about it for my liking."

"So you want me to approach them as a newcomer and ask them for the basics?"

"In a nutshell, yes."

Judy gave me a firm nod.

"I can do that."

"All right. The second issue is that I unwittingly made some enemies in the past few weeks that might be more dangerous than I expected. I need more info on Sebastian and Crowey. If this really is a battle shounen, it might come to some kind of supernatural slugfest I am woefully unprepared for, so I need any advantage I can get. I will take care of that part once you give me the basics of the supernatural world so that I wouldn't raise too much suspicion."

My assistant absent-mindedly nodded and looked up from her notes.

"Understood. Anything else?"

"Too many things to count, but these are the most pressing ones." I stopped pacing for a moment and frowned at my surroundings. "I wonder how much longer it will take for this purple zone to end."

"Maybe it doesn't? It could be that it has to be dismissed by the one who made it?"

"Hm. Could be, though we don't even know whether the princess and Snowy made this or if it's a natural phenomenon. Also--"

Just then, as per the unwritten laws of conventional timing, the world around us began to wave as a low buzz filled the air. A moment later there was a flash of blinding light, and by the time I stopped rubbing my eyes things were back to normal. I looked at my assistant, still sitting on the bench, and she muttered, "Speak of the devil."

"Yeah. Time?"

"A moment... It's 16:29."

I looked up at the sky and clicked my tongue.

"The sun is roughly in the right spot, and it seems most of the students have left as well. There was probably no time-dilation, but check your clock anyways. It's better to be safe than sorry."

"Very well. What should we do after that?"

"Go home?" I answered with a shrug. "You need some rest and I have a full night of research ahead of me."

"You need some rest too."

"Nah. Research is how I take it easy."

Judy was obviously unsatisfied with my answer, yet didn't press the issue. She stood up and we wordlessly headed for the main building when I noticed three figures coming from the opposite direction. It didn't take a genius to figure out who they were.

"There you are!" Amelia exclaimed once she got within earshot. She changed her clothes as well, as she was back to her school uniform. I was a little disappointed about that, as I really wanted to take a closer look at her dress under better lighting conditions. Oh well, maybe next time.

"Is everything all right?" Snowy followed up on her heel with a worried question. She was back to normal and she was wearing a spare uniform that was about two sizes too big. "We were worried when you didn't come back."

"Well, we're back now. Let's go home."

"Wait," the princess interrupted. "Weren't we supposed to...um...talk?"

I looked at her and slowly shook my head.

"Sorry, but not today. We are both high-strung and tired. It's not the best time to discuss relationship topics."

"... You are right."

"Aren't I always? Let's sit down sometime, once we are both in better shape. Oh, and Snowy?" I gestured for the other girl to come forward. "This is an order for the both of you: No. more. fighting. By tomorrow morning, I expect you two to be the bestest friends again, understood?"

"Tomorrow?" the class rep interrupted with a hand on her glasses. "Where are you going?"

"Home? This has been a long day."

"No, you won't," she declared, now definitely in her authority mode, and she folded her arms in front of her chest. "We need to talk."

"Class rep... I just told the princess I'm not in the right shape to talk. What makes you think I would turn around and have a talk with you?" She tried to answer but I silenced her with a raised palm. "Don't even bother arguing. We are going home and we'll talk tomorrow. Agreed?"

She scowled at me for a while, but at the end of the day she relented with a small huff.

"Fine."

"Thank you for your understanding," I told her with a smile and gave a small wave to the three of them. "See you all tomorrow. Stay safe."

Judy mirrored my goodbyes at my side and we headed back to the classroom to get our bags. On the way, I couldn't help but sigh in exhaustion. This day was bad. All things considered, this was the first time I wished I was able to sleep at night. As things stood, I would've given an arm and a leg for a couple of hours devoid of thinking.

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