My first day of csses in this world didn’t start well.

  I walked through the campus hallway with a tense expression, feeling the curious gazes of other students. I had anticipated this beforehand—how could I, Azami Yuki, someone who shouldn’t even be registered in this ied world, bee a student at this uy?

  The answer?

  Azami Yuki—the female version of myself in this ied world.

  To be more precise, Azami Yuki, the female version, who was now walking beside me with a rexed expression as if nothing was wrong.

  I still couldn’t believe she had actually mao enroll me in this uy.

  “Did you really fe my identity?” I asked with a sigh.

  Azami g me with her chocote eyes full of fidence. “Of course not. I just… rearranged some data.”

  “So you maniputed the facts?”

  She gave a faint smile. “You’re a quick learner.”

  I let out a deep breath. “How did you vihe dean?”

  Azami stopped walking, then turo face me with a meaningful look.

  A few days earlier…

  The dean’s office was a and elegant room. A middle-aged man with gsses sat behind his desk, Azami with a ft expression.

  “So, you waister a student who isn’t in our records?”

  Azami crossed her arms, not showing the slightest bit of tension. “Actually, it’s a bit hard to expin as uered, it’s just that his name and my name are the same so you do something about that. And I’m sure you help me with that, Professor Takahashi.”

  The dean—Professor Takahashi—let out a long sigh. “Azami, you are indeed a high-achieving student, but this request…”

  Azami slid an envelope across the table. Professor Takahashi looked at it suspiciously before finally taking it and opening it.

  His eyes narrowed as he saw what was inside.

  “This…”

  Azami smiled. “Financial reports of the research project funded by ‘certain parties.’ It would be a shame if there were… *data leaks*, wouldn’t it?”

  Professor Takahashi tensed. “You…”

  Azami propped her on one hand, her expression full of satisfa. “I’m just an ordinary student, Professor. But I also know how to read financial data.”

  The room fell silent.

  Finally, Professor Takahashi let out a heavy sigh. “huh~ Alright. I’ll add his o the system and arra somehow.”

  Azami smiled tentedly. “A wise decision.”

  Back to the present…

  I stared at Azami in horror. “So you bckmailed the dean?”

  Azami shrugged. “I just made use of the facts.”

  “…Are you a detective or a mafia?”

  “Of course. It's both.” Azami—the female version of myself—said proudly while puffing out her chest.

  I waue, but I k ointless. I had known from the start that Azami wasn’t ordinary.

  We finally arrived at the , and I immediately realized the problem—**my seat was o hers.**

  “…Why are we sitting together?”

  Azami g me briefly before answering, “So I keep an eye on you.”

  I frowned. “What do you mean? I take care of myself.”

  “Really?” Azami looked at me with a ft expression. “Since you arrived in this world, murder cases involving Witches have drastically increased, it’s even more frequent than in the past few years.”

  I fell silent.

  I hadn’t thought that far. It was true—since I arrived, we had already faced two major cases involving Witches in just one month. Was it just a ce? Or was there something I didn’t know about happening?

  Azami sighed. “I don’t know if this is just a ce, or if someone is after you. But ohing is certain—I ’t let you wander around unsupervised.”

  I couldn’t argue with that.

  I didn’t know if I was just unlucky or if something was happening beyond my expectations. But seeing how the situation was getting more chaotic, maybe staying by Azami’s side wasn’t a bad idea.

  I looked out the window, seeing the seemingly ordinary campus. But behind this everyday life, I knew…

  This ied world held far more mysteries than I had ever imagined.