The Arrival Of The Department of Mysteries

Hearing the noise, Takeshi Yuta who was holding the Soul Summoning Pencil in his hand, looked at the three-inch small sword floating in mid-air beside him. His face was deathly pale, and his sweat poured down like rain. At this very moment, his heart began to fill with a fear for his life, and deep within him, he could not help but feel intense fear.

His inner self was growling in despair… Why, why is he so powerful?!

Yet he did not dare to oppose, and while gritting his teeth, he said, "It was from a year ago."

The span of one year. Kimura Kazuki smiled. "In that case, you really have no hope at all, but you are quite lucky."

Chiba Shiori had been watching all this unfold from the side and had not said a word. Now with Takeshi Yuta submitting in defeat, Kimura Kazuki was suddenly reactionless, and seeing this made her a little confused. However, in no time, her confusion cleared.