After some time adjusting, Raize finally managed to appease a certain angry Biblical loli God over the past few days. She came out of her room and met the two newcomers, though Sei didn't reveal her true identity, introducing herself merely as a wandering spirit.
As for Raize inviting Eu—the legendary necromancer—to live at home, Sei honestly couldn't figure out what this guy was thinking. Fine, the magical garment girl staying temporarily was one thing.
But letting me, the Biblical God, live with a necromancer—does that make sense!? What kind of lineup is this!?
Sei knew and had seen Eu unilaterally. After all, she was one of the world's famous powerhouses. As for the true appearance of the Biblical God—this current feminine form—very few people had ever seen it. None of the legends about the Biblical God described her as female.
Eu only felt that this so-called wandering spirit was extremely powerful and never considered the possibility of the already "dead" Biblical God.
That morning, Raize instructed Haruna and Eu not to leave the house casually—especially Eu.
As for Haruna, he told her not to wander around until her magic power recovered.
Although Haruna was willful by nature, after what happened that night, she understood the situation.
She only asked Raize to help her purchase some items. She needed to personally recover her magic power.
Raize was familiar with Haruna's original setting. She was a genius who could easily understand everything. Because everything came so easily to her, she found life boring and stopped attending school. Without realizing it, she fell behind and became a bottom-rank student.
In the original story, with guidance from a certain alcoholic loli, she even created a magic attraction device.
With such talent, Raize naturally gave her some sincere advice. He spoke seriously with her about the dangers of magic power and repeatedly warned her to be careful when reclaiming it.
He wanted to see if Haruna could help solve Eu's issue. As for the even stronger Sei, that would depend on whether she was willing—after all, everyone was still getting to know each other.
At school, Raize attended classes as usual. However, due to the massive success of Devil May Cry and Sekiro, Sekiro in his game catalog had already been unlocked, with Devil May Cry close behind.
Though he was in class, this time he multitasked, playing games through the system projection.
Partway through, however, the arrival of a certain girl forced him to stop.
The class was currently being taught by Sengoku Chihiro, the close friend of the unmarried older woman Hiratsuka. During the lesson, she entered the classroom, gave Raize a deep look, then gestured outside.
Chihiro also announced that there would be a transfer student today. Aside from Raize, who was hopelessly absorbed in games, the rest of the class was curious whether the newcomer would be male or female.
A girl with an ethereal temperament entered. She had a slender waist, fair skin, and pale golden hair. Her slightly phoenix-shaped eyes looked mature, and the way she walked resembled an Iriomote wildcat.
The boys stared—and instantly got excited. Another beauty on par with Masuzu. Their class had gained yet another class idol.
For boys in their youth, that meant another goal. But Raize, looking at Mashiro on the podium, had a rather uneasy expression.
Knowing her character setting, Raize felt that something bad was about to unfold.
After the girl calmly and blankly wrote her name on the blackboard, she didn't introduce herself, instead turning to look at Chihiro, who wore a helpless expression.
"Shiina Mashiro. That's her name. She came to Japan from England, and she's my cousin. She's a bit airheaded, so I hope everyone will be patient with her."
"And also, all you boys in this class—put away those horny stares right now! If I hear that anyone is bullying Mashiro, don't blame me. I've already talked to your homeroom teacher, Hiratsuka Shizuka!"
Chihiro introduced her cousin Mashiro without any politeness at all, clearly stating their relationship so no one would take advantage of Mashiro's absentminded nature.
The next moment, enthusiastic applause erupted throughout the classroom.
Who wouldn't welcome a genius, beautiful painter like Mashiro? Not to mention, they also had to give Chihiro face—after all, she was her cousin.
After hearing Mashiro's background, the boys in the class subconsciously shrank back. Being Chihiro's cousin and having Hiratsuka backing her up was more than enough to deter a lot of troublemakers.
Even girls like Masuzu, who came from a well-off family, widened their eyes slightly as they looked at the indifferent girl on the podium.
She knew very well how terrifying Mashiro's background was. It could be said that Mashiro possessed the friendship and connections of an entire nation. Anyone foolish enough to provoke her could easily spark an international incident.
The genius painter from England slowly swept her calm gaze across the classroom, and in the end, her eyes locked onto Raize, who had lowered his head and deliberately avoided looking at her.
Raize, whose senses were sharp, felt that calm gaze land on him, and his heart skipped violently.
Damn it… if I'm not mistaken, this girl is about to—
"Aize, I found you."
Moving entirely at her own pace, Mashiro's gaze slowly shifted. After locking onto Raize's position, a faint light flickered in her usually indifferent eyes. She walked straight toward his seat.
She stopped beside him without saying a word, standing quietly like a small pet.
Every investigative gaze in the class fell onto Raize. Even Chihiro on the podium wore a teasing, "this is going to be interesting" expression.
Sengoku-sensei, aren't you going to do something about this!?
Left with no choice, Raize straightened up and shot a look toward Chihiro, signaling for help.
You little brat, you've got some skills—actually hooking my cousin's heart. Solve it yourself!
Chihiro naturally noticed his look. She snorted and returned an utterly helpless expression.
Her cousin Mashiro, who was staying at her place, had gone out once with Ayano. After that, she came back holding a portrait sketch of herself and stared at it blankly every day, trying to recreate it perfectly. The result was a mountain of discarded drafts.
Late at night, Mashiro would even make strange expressions in the bathroom mirror, trying to imitate the expression from the drawing. This caused Chihiro, who had to take care of her every day, endless suffering.
It wasn't until she called Ayano to ask that she finally learned the cause of Mashiro's strange behavior.
Originally, Mashiro should have gone to the international art class, but at her own request, she transferred to this class instead. The reason was naturally a certain Raize who had left a deep impression on her.
Although Chihiro didn't blame Raize, she was still quite annoyed—and she enjoyed seeing his awkward expression.
"Shiina, find a seat and sit down first. If there's something you want to talk about, wait until after class."
With no other choice, Raize looked directly at Mashiro and gestured for her to sit down. With so many curious and envious gazes fixed on him, he really didn't like this situation at all.
"Okay."
Mashiro was unexpectedly obedient. She then looked at the seat beside Raize, which was already occupied. Ignoring the nervous glasses-wearing student sitting there, she pointed at the seat and asked,
"May I sit here?"
Her ethereal, indifferent voice sounded pleasant. The npc boy, whose heart had been pounding, looked awkwardly toward Chihiro.
Chihiro glanced at Mashiro, sighed, and then looked at the boy.
"Miyamoto, my cousin's a bit airheaded. Please move to Tobe's empty seat for now."
Hearing this, the boy didn't show any dissatisfaction. He immediately packed up and changed seats. Unlike Raize's aloofness, he was simply introverted and got nervous just talking to girls.
Being stared at by a beautiful girl like Mashiro made him uncomfortable anyway. Yielding his seat—especially to someone as popular as Mashiro—was something he naturally felt he should do.
Yumiko, who sat in front of Raize, turned around and looked back and forth between Raize and Mashiro before giving Raize a deep look.
Raize himself didn't care much, but the energetic boys in the class were filled with envy and jealousy. Just from their brief exchange, it was obvious these two knew each other well—and their relationship wasn't shallow.
Especially that calm yet intimate "Aize" from Mashiro—it shattered countless boys' lustful hearts in the class.
It was infuriating, but none of them dared openly express dissatisfaction toward Raize. When Raize felt the burning gazes behind him, he turned slightly and shot back a cold, intimidating look, like he was staring at corpses.
In an instant, all the murmurs behind him vanished. Everyone who met Raize's gaze broke into a cold sweat and no longer dared to look at him or Mashiro.
Masuzu was no exception. She was also sweating. That look—she would believe it if someone said he'd killed before. At the same time, it stirred something within her.
Especially after what she had accidentally overheard at the dessert shop on Sunday, this girl had already begun directing certain thoughts toward Raize.
By noon, somehow, Mashiro's identity spread throughout the school, and more than half the students were in an uproar.
For people unfamiliar with the art world, hearing the name Mashiro and seeing her photo would only make them think she was cute.
But for those who knew her identity or had seen her paintings, they would absolutely look at her with new respect and admiration. At this age, she was already a world-class painter—a famous figure in the British art world.
When the homeroom teacher of the international art class learned Mashiro's identity and discovered she had transferred to Hiratsuka's class, he exploded on the spot. A student like this should obviously be in the art class.
Putting a top-tier genius like Mashiro into that class was simply absurd. He tried to discuss it with Chihiro, but she shut him down with a single sentence.
"If Mashiro goes to the art class, do you even have the ability to teach her?"
That blunt remark pierced straight through the art teacher's heart like a sword.
Indeed. Even if Mashiro transferred, what could he possibly teach her? She was more than qualified to be his teacher instead.
And it was Mashiro herself who chose that class. What right did he have to interfere with a world-class artist's decision?
After the art teacher deflated, the art students didn't. Being classmates with Mashiro would have been an incredible honor.
But she hadn't come—and that drove them crazy. After some digging, they didn't know the exact reason, but Mashiro greeting Raize so intimately had been noticed by the art students.
Young students loved to overthink. They concluded that Mashiro not joining the art class was Raize's fault—maybe he had lured her over.
That would be ruining her bright future!
They were furious in their hearts. Some wanted to talk to Raize, hoping to persuade him indirectly to get Mashiro into the art class.
But after learning about Raize's personal record, most of the art students chickened out. The few who gathered the courage to approach him were scared stiff by a single look from Raize.
"Aize."
After class at noon, Mashiro immediately went to Raize. Holding his large bento box, Raize looked at her with a headache.
No one else dared provoke Raize, so even though people saw them talking, no one said anything.
But when Raize noticed the Baumkuchen in Mashiro's hands and the absence of a proper lunch, he frowned and asked,
"Shiina, where's your lunch? Don't tell me you're just eating Baumkuchen."
"Baumkuchen is tasty…"
Mashiro looked down at the cake in her hands. After Raize mentioned lunch, she pulled out a bento box from her seat and opened it in front of him.
It looked fairly decent—but Raize could tell at a glance that it was store-bought, and cold.
Clearly, no one had taken care of her, and she hadn't even reheated it herself. No wonder she didn't want to eat it.
"Your cousin… is really something else."
Raize's expression darkened as he recalled Chihiro's personality and her original characterization. She was the irresponsible type—her cousin came to Japan, and she casually dumped her care onto someone else.
Thinking this, Raize asked Mashiro,
"Do you live with your cousin?"
After all, this world didn't have Sakura-sou. Chihiro was still a teacher at Sobu High, but Raize wasn't sure whether she'd randomly dump Mashiro on someone again. Just to be safe, he asked.
"Mm. I live with my cousin."
Great. Two people who couldn't take care of themselves living together. Thinking of the times he'd seen Chihiro drunk late at night, Raize felt a headache coming on.
Looking at Mashiro, who was eating Baumkuchen like a little squirrel, her untouched bento sitting on the desk—
"You can't live on snacks for lunch."
Unable to watch any longer, Raize took Mashiro's remaining Baumkuchen away, grabbed her bento box, and dumped it into the classroom trash can. Cold, unreheated food like that had no nutrition anyway.
"Here. Eat this."
He opened his own sealed bento, selected items that an ordinary person like Mashiro could eat from his fragrant fantasy-grade food, and evenly portioned them for her.
Mashiro blinked, sniffed lightly, and the intoxicating aroma entered her nose, making her throat move unconsciously.
Students sitting farther away also smelled it, but no one dared approach. Even Masuzu glanced over. After smelling it, the food she was eating felt like chewing rubber.
"Eat."
After portioning everything out, Raize closed his bento, stuffed chopsticks into Mashiro's hands, and motioned for her to eat. Mashiro accepted them and began eating.
After the first bite, her eyes lit up, and her eating speed increased noticeably.