The Japanese branch of anti-magic organization [Blanche] was completely annihilated.
When the Metropolitan Police officers arrived at the scene, their expressions had turned utterly grim.
The abandoned biofuel factory had been reduced to ruins, with magical remnants scattered everywhere.
Rather than dealing with a terrorist organization, they looked more like a cleanup crew.
What shocked them most was that all this had been done by students from First High School!
Although it was to eliminate an illegal organization, using magic to kill without authorization was undoubtedly a challenge to judicial authority—a slap in their faces.
As agreed beforehand, Mahiro took full responsibility alone.
But when facing the questioning officer, he simply threw out one line—
"My name is Yotsuba Mahiro, son of Yotsuba Maya. If you have anything to say, go talk to my mother directly."
His dominance left even Mayumi with no chance to step in and explain.
The officers froze on the spot, falling silent. Neither arrests nor routine questioning were mentioned again.
After all, the authority of the Ten Master Clans surpassed their judicial institutions.
Though this organization's history spanned less than a century and family rankings fluctuated, their influence remained substantial.
Members of the Ten Master Clans didn't participate in politics, yet their reach had already permeated the military and various judicial bodies, standing at the forefront to wield magical power in strengthening the nation.
And Yotsuba Mahiro belonged to the Yotsuba—a family that practically dominated the Ten Master Clans.
Provoke Yotsuba Maya's wrath?
That would be nothing short of courting death.
"This kid is really a student at your school?"
The listless officer, Chiba Toshikazu, scratched his head in frustration as he turned to the red-haired beauty beside him—his younger sister, Erika—for confirmation.
"Ahaha..." Erika laughed awkwardly. "Sometimes I feel the same way as you, Toshi-nii, but he really is my classmate. And a pretty decent guy, too."
"A 'decent guy' who used Class-A lethal magic to single-handedly wipe out an entire terrorist organization?"
"If you focus too much on details, you'll turn into an idiot, Toshi-nii. Besides, those guys had it coming."
Chiba Toshikazu's retort earned him a merciless jab from his sister, leaving him thoroughly exasperated.
Erika was right—those people did bring it upon themselves. But the problem was this went far beyond what students should be doing.
And the most crucial point was—
"Erika, care to explain why you're here in the first place?"
"I just came to help out... not that I actually did much. Finally got to step out, and I didn't even get to fight a single terrorist."
Erika muttered under her breath, half-complaining, half-griping.
Truly, she was the daughter of the Chiba Dojo—brimming with violent tendencies, without a trace of ladylike demeanor.
Her older brother, Chiba Toshikazu, could only sigh in resignation.
With that, the Blanche incident came to a close.
Under the intervention of the Saegusa, Juumonji, and Yotsuba families, only the mastermind Shikou was imprisoned, while the others escaped accountability.
The death of the Japanese branch leader, Tsukasa Hajime, coupled with the lack of evidence due to Mahiro and Erika's silence, allowed Sayaka to avoid punishment as well.
Just like with the Alliance, she received a slap-on-the-wrist disciplinary action.
As for the damages within the school, whether caused by students or other reasons, everything was conveniently blamed on terrorists.
Even the long-neglected equipment failures were attributed to the terrorist organization.
It was almost like a robber who stole a million yen, only for the news the next day to report it as ten billion.
However, Sayaka was currently hospitalized.
A hairline fracture in her arm was something modern medicine could fix in minutes.
But the psychological trauma remained difficult to heal.
So, under the pretense of her forearm injury, Sayaka took a leave of absence from school to stay in the hospital for observation—
To confirm whether there were any lingering aftereffects of mental manipulation.
During this time, the student council, disciplinary committee, and club alliance were all busy reorganizing school affairs.
Thus, as an idle bystander, Mahiro found himself with nothing to do.
Every day after school, he would visit Sayaka at the hospital, and over time, the two grew closer.
On the surface, everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction—
At least, that was the case for Mahiro.
However, while the Blanche incident was insignificant in the eyes of Japan's magical community—not even worth mentioning—it still stirred up quite a commotion.
It brought the name "Yotsuba Mahiro" into the spotlight of the Ten Master Clans, the Eighteen Supplementary Houses, and the Hundred Families.
The ripples of this disturbance first crashed against the Yotsuba family.
Meanwhile, at the Yotsuba main residence—
Hayama stood in attendance.
Maya, dressed like a noblewoman, sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the news displayed on her terminal. Her crimson lips left a faint imprint on the pristine teacup as an inscrutable smile curled at the corners of her mouth.
"Giggle... In just a month, this child has certainly made quite a stir."
"Is it really alright to leave him unchecked like this?"
"It's fine." Maya took a sip of her black tea. "Let the child do as he pleases. It's... rather amusing, actually."
"But, Maya-sama, if this continues, he may cause even greater trouble. Not to mention how he's tarnishing your reputation out there—"
"I've already said, Hayama."
Maya cut him off, lifting her gaze to the old butler who had served the Yotsuba for years. A fleeting meteor seemed to flash across the surface of her tea.
"What that child says... isn't entirely false. I, as his mother, did abandon him. Locking him away in the Fourth Research Institute for so many years—it's only natural he holds resentment. Not providing him with a CAD was indeed rather thoughtless..."
"Still, hearing my dear child speak of me like that... As a mother, it does sting a little..."
As always, her performance was impeccable—especially the sorrowful, tearful expression that made it impossible to discern whether she was truly hurt or merely acting.
Yet, these words seemed directed at Hayama, yet also as if she were speaking to herself.
She set down her teacup gently and continued:
"Hayama, inform Shiba Tatsurou to complete the CAD as soon as possible. Then have the previously selected observer deliver this gift to Mahiro."
"As you wish."
Hayama bowed respectfully, though a trace of concern lingered. "However, Yotsuba-sama, if we simply send it like this, I doubt he will accept it."
"True enough."
Rarely seen, Maya actually pouted, like a teenage girl troubled by something.
After a long while, her red lips curled slightly, as if she had thought of a good idea.
"Then, let Yuuka from Tsukuba House represent the main family. I remember she has a good relationship with Mahiro."
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