How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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He instinctively squeezed his legs together and bent over to cover something.

You must be referring to my abs, right?

Hmm... that must be it...

"Ah ah!"

An overly pleasant, gentle stimulation caused Sirocco to cry out uncontrollably. Who was it?

Who touched my gun barrel?!

92. Sirocco is still sleeping.

April 24th was a Tuesday.

"Sirocco... I'm taking the day off today... Ah, actually it's pretty much the same, I also want to avoid work this morning... and sleep until evening..."

Students' thoughts: Didn't you sleep all day?

Is Sirocco sick?

Cass put down his pen.

He seemed perfectly fine when he left yesterday.

Looking back at Brid, I noticed that she also looked surprised, as if she had just found out.

Colesie was diligently reviewing her notes, turning the pages of her book; the dark circles under her eyes proved she had been busy all night.

Then, Cass heard some whispers.

Because his level was far above that of the others in the class, he could hear clearly with just a little concentration:

"With that guy gone, the atmosphere in the class isn't as heavy as a dead body."

"He's rarely in the classroom anyway, so it doesn't really matter whether he's there or not."

"It's been half a month, and I've gotten used to ignoring him."

"You can't say that in front of him."

"Uh... I wouldn't dare... Please don't tell anyone else."

Similar statements.

Everyone seems very afraid of Sirocco?

Come to think of it, I've never seen Sirocco talk to anyone in his class.

Could it be...

I've seen this before when I was in an all-girls school, and it made me think of it as bullying.

Those who are excessively outstanding or excessively incompetent are misfits who try to distinguish themselves by excluding others.

Thinking about this, Cass felt very dissatisfied.

No, that's not right.

Cass shook his head.

We cannot draw such arbitrary conclusions based on hearsay.

Given Sirocco's personality, he prefers to be alone... and given how outstanding he is, it's possible that many people have approached him to team up, only to be rejected, which might explain the subtle atmosphere.

Sigh... once you actually get to know him, you'll realize that he's actually a very gentle and kind person.

"Ain, did Sirocco do something? I noticed that the people in the class are acting a bit strange towards him."

Out of curiosity, Cass secretly asked his classmate sitting behind him, Ein Palouse, whom he remembered as a cheerful girl.

Ain, who had been in a daze, changed his expression visibly upon hearing the question.

"I have no idea!!"

She stood up with a scream, her face filled with terror.

"I've never heard of that person before, and I've never even heard of them. Just don't ask me anything!"

"You can't say that, he's our classmate... Um, Ain, calm down, calm down."

She screamed hysterically, touching her throat as if to confirm something.

Her action naturally attracted the attention of the class, but Priss continued writing on the blackboard as if she hadn't seen it.

"I'm sorry... I think I'm not feeling well."

With a pale face and covered in cold sweat, Ain walked out of the classroom without waiting for anyone's response.

“…”

Cass was completely bewildered and didn't know how to react.

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Health room.

"Sirocco... took the day off today... his mother called..."

"Cough! Cough! What...what did you say?"

Pris said this as soon as he opened the door, catching Beren off guard and causing her to choke on her coffee.

"How Sirocco is doing is none of my business... Um, by the way, what was the reason he took leave?"

Beren pretended to be calm, took out a tissue to wipe her face, but missed the key parts, and rubbed it for a while without getting it clean.

"...Fever...that's what his mother said..."

"Fever? Is it serious?"

She hurriedly pressed for details, her expression somewhat flustered.

"...Who knows...It seems to have started last night...Ha...I'm not interested..."

That's it.

No wonder he didn't reply to my messages yesterday.

Last night, I used my talent [Electronic Transmission] to capture footage from a security camera near his house. It showed a blonde girl with pigtails carrying a girl with long white hair on her back.

Beren knew that man.

Hill Darth Vader, Sirocco's sister.

He attended Monroe Secondary School, which is three blocks away. His written test scores in arts and sciences were average, but he got straight As in sports.

The white-haired girl is naturally Sirocco.

The side effects this time were much worse than I expected. I thought he had overused his magic and that after a night's rest, he would be able to come to the infirmary without a care in the world the next day... I never imagined it would come to the point of getting sick.

At first, I thought he would dare to ignore me, and I would give him a good scolding when he came today.

"Katie...?...."

"I... I'm not particularly interested... but thank you for telling me, Priest. Would you like a coffee?"

"No, my stomach is too full...it's uncomfortable to sleep..."

Priss yawned, closed the door to the infirmary, and left.

"—You came all this way just to tell me this?"

Beren, holding two coffee cups, was left standing there awkwardly.

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"Uh...."

When Sirocco opened his eyes, he felt a dryness in his throat.

He sat up straight and noticed that the room was dark because the blackout curtains on the window were working, but the window was slightly open for ventilation.

I wanted some water, and found some on my bedside table. There was also a Minibot handheld console with a sticky note attached.

—A thrilling game to help my brother relieve his worries and boredom—

Even a fool would know it's Hill.

Sirocco smiled with satisfaction and casually opened it to take a look...

I immediately closed the game.

"Does that guy Hill think I'm some impulsive teenager?"

Sirocco rubbed his forehead, his face full of exasperation.

I initially thought it would be a casual game like Mario, PVZ, or GTA, but it turned out to be a collection of eroge (adult games) including Saya no Uta, White Album, Euphoria, and Kurokan.

You really can't judge a book by its cover. My sister plays a really wide variety of games. There are a few Sirocco games that I've only heard of but never dared to play.

"Ugh....."

Sirocco sighed and put the game console back on the bedside table; at least he had appreciated his sister's kindness.

There is a single-serving clay pot on the desk.