Editing Kämpfer:Volume 4 Chapter 1

    Volume 4, Chapter 1  


    I'm very pure.  


    These days, high school students are obsessed with consumer culture, embodied by 

karaoke and cell phones, or whizzing around on motorcycles. Compared to them, I'm pure 

from the bottom of my heart, clearer than the water of Lake Mashu, purer than whiske y. 

Well, I've never tried that.  


    My purity isn't just for myself, but also for the angelic woman who might one day appear. 

Specifically, it's Sakura Kaede. I've preserved my purity through all kinds of temptations, 

dedicating it to Sakura Kaede, the most beautiful girl at Seitetsu Aca demy. Sakura Kaede is 

noble, elegant, and above all, beautiful. That overflowing holiness grips the hearts of the 

male students at Seitetsu Academy, especially me. For her, I'd risk everything, even if it 

meant going through fire and water. But if it came down to it, I'd avoid it. In short, I'd do 

anything for her. Even if Sakura Kaede were to be incredibly aggressive and say, "Answer with 

woof!" It wouldn't matter. She said that, but she wasn't really an S, so I felt at ease. She's a 

saint who treats all s tudents equally, regardless of gender, and shows everyone a warm 

heart. In short, everything about me is for Sakura Kaede. The green seats in my heart were 

reserved for Sakura Kaede a hundred years ago. My space (originally, the campus grounds) is 

complete ly stained with Sakura Kaede's color. I often think that I can reject even women 

from the second dimension.  


    That's how it should be, that's how it should be.  


    Something has happened that has tainted my innocence.  


    I, Natsuru Senou, was originally born as a man, but sometimes I change into a woman. 

Well, the question of "What does this mean?" is a bad one, and I admit that I cannot 

understand it, but please listen to me first. In any case, I will transform into a  woman.  


    So, I participated in the beauty pageant at the cultural festival. ...Hey, don't pull me. The 

beauty pageant itself was finally over after quite a bit of controversy, and just when I was 

sighing...  


    the real big event happened at this time. The person who did it was Shizuku Sangou, the 

student council president of Seitetsu Academy. Although she is a very calm and very capable 

high school student who is top -notch in both academics and sports, she h as a completely 

different personality from me. This woman took my mouth, mouth, and lips for no reason!  


    It is completely different from the way a cat owner kisses a kitten. I have dedicated 

everything to Sakura Kaede, and my lips are also her property. But this Shizuku took them 

away without even asking.  


    What? Why are you so nervous about kissing? I said, this is my first time. I haven't let 

anyone touch me because of Sakura Kaede, how could this happen? This must be what it is, 

rape, rape. I was raped by Shizuku, and my body can no longer be a bridegr oom.  


    Uaaaaaaa…  


    I almost fainted from shame and shyness. The reason I didn't fall down was because we 

were inside the store, on the way to work.  


    "No, I'm fine,"  


    the vice -chairman asked me.  


    "No, I'm fine,"  


    I quickly regained my composure. There was a cup of drink on the plate I was holding.  


    "It's like a self -conscious male high school student who is about to faint when he recalls 

something embarrassing. Are you okay?"  


    "It's okay..."  


    I replied, hiding the turmoil in my heart. Really, the vice -chairman's intuition is always 

sharp in such strange places.  


    At this time, a customer came. In order to get out of this situation, I greeted the customer 

with "Welcome back".  


    I can keep the mini skirt of the maid uniform from showing. I am very skilled.  


    I am here, working at the tea shop run by the second year fourth group of the girls' 

department of Seitetsu Academy. If you want to know why it is run by students, it is because 

there is a cultural festival going on, and this class is holding a tea sho p. Today is the second 

day, the last day.  


    The theme of the first day, after the Miss Seitetsu Academy beauty pageant, was that I was 

working here, even in a maid uniform. Having a beauty pageant contestant working here was 

a huge draw, and the customers kept coming.  


    To be exact, it wasn't "a maid making tea," but "making tea like a maid." My class 

chairperson's proposal forced it into a maid -making tea arrangement. "The key point is the 

maid experience" was the chairperson's opinion, and thanks to her, I was weari ng a miniskirt 

that revealed most of my back. My apron was white, but it didn't look like a maid at all.  


    "Hey, Natsuru -chan,"  


    the chubby male student greeted me familiarly. He was a third -year student in the boys' 

club, though I've forgotten his name, but it seemed he was from the astronomy club. He'd 

come here several times to request a maid (a service for which the chairman  invented a 

special fee in the third episode).  


    "I wanted to see Natsuru -chan in her maid uniform, so I came again."  


    "Thank you very much, Master,"  


    I bowed my head deeply. This person was a regular at this shop, which was only open for 

two days. While I suppose it's unavoidable that the coffee, which tasted the same, was still 

fizzing, I couldn't understand someone with such an interest.  


    "I've requested Natsuru -chan again."  


    "Thank you for your continued support."  


    "Natsuru -chan, after the cultural festival, will you be working at another maid tea shop? I 

will definitely go to support you."  


    I didn't say a word to the man's words, but listened silently with a smile on my face. 'Maids 

make tea like maids' is a nomination system, and you can choose a specific maid when you 

buy a coupon. Of course, the nomination fee is separate, and a suffic ient amount is collected.  


    The maid's headshot photo is posted on the inside of the table. My photo is the largest, 

and it is added as a selling point of 'maid appearing in a beauty pageant'.  


    In front of the boy who kept saying 'the maid uniform suits her very well', 'so cute', and 'I 

want to see more', I put down the wet towel and water. Keep smiling. It shows your courage.  


    Tear off half of the coupon and take it to the kitchen. The accounting classmate is inside, 

busy making coffee.  


    The accountant, a miser with the best number sense in Class 4, Grade 2, not only took on 

the "tea -making maid -like" job, but also the manager's responsibilities.  


    "Only put half the instant coffee in. Then, just mix in this black powder,"  


    she instructed the classmates to make coffee. After the black powder was mixed in, it 

slowly began to resemble real coffee. So, even though it was cheap instant coffee, the aroma 

and bitterness were like mocha coffee. "It's not harmful to your health, so don't worry," the 

accountant said, but I couldn't tell her what the powder was. I asked her what it was, but she 

refused to tell me.  


    It was quickly made with boiling water. I took the coffee to the customer.  


    The chubby boy sipped his coffee with a cheerful expression.  


    "This coffee is so good, I think it's addictive!"  


    How naive! He didn't even know what was in it. It wouldn't be addictive.  


    I stood beside the boy. This is also the selling point of this store. If you are asked, you can 

do it like a "maid". Well, it's just standing by.  


    I chatted with the male student while smiling. The content was some boring things. Topics 

such as football and comedy shows. And late -night animation.  


    As we chatted like this, I gradually forgot about the excessive things done by Shizuku, 

which was not bad. "Maid -like tea making" also had an unexpected effect. Although it was 

very annoying that I would sometimes lose track of my gender.  


    "Natsuru -san"  


    Someone in the store called. The chairman was waving at me.  


    I said to the male student, "Please enjoy your meal," and walked towards the chairman.  


    "What's the matter...?"  


    "It's time to decide the winner."  


    A flash of light passed over my glasses. The chairman is obviously the smartest person in 

the class, but he is also the one who wants to do things inappropriately. He has the executive 

ability of a politician's political secretary, but all his ideas ar e astonishing. This "making tea 

like a maid" is one of them.  


    So I asked with a little vigilance.  


    "Win or lose?"  


    "There will be customers coming to this store."  


    "Isn't there one now...?"  


    "VIP , VIP . An important person is coming to the store."  


    "The royal family of Monaco or something...?"  


    "Something like that. If you can leave an impression on them here, it will be very beneficial 

for your future school life. Please cheer up."  


    "Yes..."  


    An important person can't be a royal family, so I don't think it's necessary to be so 

exaggerated.  


    "Why are you looking for me (male)... me (female)...?"  


    "That person asked for Natsuru -san."  


    "Uh..."  


    "It will be here in ten minutes. You must try your best when you ask for service."  


    "What kind of 'service'...?"  


    "That depends on you, Natsuru -san. You have already received a lot of money from him. 

It's okay even if you do some high -end 'service'."  


    What's okay? After all, the money didn't go into my pocket.  


    I went back to the customer just now.  


    "I'm very sorry to have kept you waiting."  


    He is also a customer, so I apologize first.  


    "It's okay. Is the maid just now from this class?"  


    "Yes. She is the class chairman."  


    "Oh-. What a beauty."  


    "Should I ask her to come...?"  


    The male student shook his hands in panic.  


    "That's fine, Natsuru -chan. Just keep going."  


    Damn it. I thought I had a chance to hurt her.  


    "Come to think of it, Natsuru -chan participated in the beauty pageant, didn't she?"  


    "Yes..."  


    "I lost, what a pity."  


    "Not really..."  


    This is what's in my heart. It's meaningless to be famous for something like this. "The 

photo album of Miss Seitetsu Academy is on sale! There are also swimsuits!" The accounting 

students will definitely shout out something like this.  


    "At the competition, Sakura Kaede seemed to have thrown the bouquet."  


    "Yeah,"  


    "Well, it seems that a first -year girl got it."  


    That's a good thing. If you can really get the bouquet at the wedding ceremony, that 

person will become the next bride.  


    "As for her name... I think it's Kondou."  


    "...Kondou?"  


    The male student nodded.  


    If this girl is Kondou Mikoto, then she's an acquaintance of mine. She's also my childhood 

sweetheart, but her personality is unprecedentedly adventurous. Her favorite things are 

reptiles and unidentified insects.  


    "Bouquet,"  


    I thought in a daze. Hmm. Speaking of which, during that commotion, it seemed like there 

was something stuck in the bouquet. Just as I was thinking, the vice -chairman patted me on 

the back.  


    "Natsuru -san, Natsuru -san, a customer has arrived."  


    "Uh..."  


    "I've been invited to meet an important person," I immediately put on a smile. In just two 

days, I learned how to do this.  


    I said goodbye to the customer, "Time's up," and walked towards the store entrance.  


    I stood aside and lowered my head. The customer came in.  


    "Welcome back."  


    I didn't want to say it, but it seemed like etiquette. My accounting classmate told me so.  


    "Master..."  


    I was about to say it when my eyes widened. The person in front of me was a female 

student, the student council president, Shizuku Sangou.  


    Shizuku had a height that was not common among female students, and had black hair like 

a waterfall. She looked like a female president from somewhere, leading the other student 

council members.  


    "Please give me your guidance."  


    She looked at me calmly.  


    "..." 


    "What's wrong? Please lead the way."  


    I composed myself and said, "Come this way."  


    The seat I was directed to was a window seat. Although there were other customers in the 

store, everyone was silent.  


    That's true. Speaking of the student council president of Seitetsu Academy, she is an 

excellent and serious person. Even if she doesn't mind other people's noise, she still looks 

very decent. No one would have thought that she would come to such a joki ng shop.  


    I know that she is not just a serious person. I will explain this later. By the way, she actually 

named me. Not only did she just steal someone's lips, but she also interfered with their 

work. What on earth is she thinking?  


    Shizuku has already bought the food coupons. The maid she named is of course me. The 

subordinates are sitting in other guest seats, and she is the only one occupying a table.  


    The students from other classes in the store, including the chairman, are observing here. 

She looks very interested.  


    Anyway, bring a wet towel and water first.  


    "Please"  


    She handed over the food voucher. It was black tea.  


    "Isn't it coffee...?"  


    "Because I don't know what will be put in it."  


    Humph. So you already knew.  


    I took the note and went to the kitchen. I told the accounting classmate to serve black tea. 

The accounting classmate said "tsk" and took out the tea leaves produced in Ceylon. What 

does "tsk" just now mean?  


    I handed over the black tea and cream cake. The cake is a gift. "There is no way to save the 

expense of this gift," the chairman said. It's an initial investment.  


    Put it on the table. I stood behind her.  


    Shizuku tasted the black tea elegantly. Even in a tea shop at a cultural festival like this, this 

girl looked like a lady in a French mansion.  


    "Miss Maid"  


    "Yes..."  


    "Can you accompany customers?"  


    "We don't do that kind of entertaining here..."  


    Who would do that, idiot. This is not a bar. Just standing in the back like this, I can't keep 

calm.  


    "I can't talk to you like this."  


    I don't want to breathe the same air as you.  


    She turned her eyes away from my face.  


    "Miss Manager"  


    Following Shizuku's words, the chairman came running over. She lowered her head.  


    "I'm the manager of our store."  


    "Excuse me, can this maid sit with me?"  


    "Yes?"  


    "I have something to say to her. But she's standing behind me, twisting her neck to talk, it's 

too tiring."  


    "I understand."  


    The chairman calmly overturned the rules.  


    "It is the maid's duty to fulfill your wishes. Do it right away."  


    "Hey...!"  


    A chair was brought from another guest seat. It was placed here. My protest? She just 

pretended not to hear.  


    "Please sit down, Natsuru -san."  


    "Chairman...!"  


    "The guest is the host."  


    This jerk, is she using a famous saying to pressure me?  


    I had no choice but to sit down. But as a minimum protest, I also ordered a cup of black 

tea. The bill was Shizuku's.  


    Of course, she wasn't the kind of woman who would fuss in a place like this.  


    "You can order a cake, too."  


    No way. I muttered in a voice that Shizuku couldn't hear.  


    She said in a voice that only I could hear.  


    "…So cold."  


    "Why can't I be friendly to you?"  


    "Isn't that what maids are like?"  


    "It doesn't matter that she just looks like a maid."  


    "The waiter smiles more than you."  


    "Because I'm a fake maid."  


    Although I said that, it's a dereliction of duty as a receptionist. It doesn't matter as long as 

the target is Shizuku, that's what I thought.  


    "Hey, do you have something to say?"  


    "The maid outfit suits you so well."  


    "You should say it. If you have something to say, say it quickly."  


    "Don't be so cold, you finally came here, just make me happy."  


    What do you want to do? I don't want to rub your shoulders again.  


    I was a little annoyed and switched back to the tone I used for reception.  


    "Do you have any instructions, master?"  


    "Sit here."  


    "Huh?"  


    "Sit down."  


    Shizuku said with an expression that she had no interest in continuing to talk. She drank 

her black tea quietly.  


    After a while, she muttered.  


    "…It’s about time to show up."  


    "What is it?"  


    "A new Kämpfer."  


    "…" 


    I didn’t say anything. Shizuku moved her right wrist slightly, and a red bracelet appeared.  


    "Do you want to transform?"  


    "Idiot. Don’t do unnecessary things."  


    I scolded in a low voice.  


    Just now, the Kämpfer that Shizuku mentioned was a being born for fighting, that is, a 

warrior. Nominated by the chosen humans, they fight for a certain reason. Shizuku and I are 

both members of the Kämpfer.  


    What exactly is this "certain reason"? In fact, I really don’t understand. Although I don’t 

know what the basis is, in short, I was transformed into a Kämpfer and fought. How should I 

put it? This is really an act of fighting without any reason.  


    As for who we are fighting, the opponents are also Kämpfer. It's just that our positions are 

different, and we rely on the color of the bracelet to distinguish between the enemy and us.  


    By the way, this color of Shizuku is red, and mine is blue. In other words, we are enemies. 

Due to many reasons, we are in a truce now.  


    I lowered my voice.  


    "It is said that there is a new Kämpfer, have you seen it?"  


    "It seems that it has appeared, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes."  


    "What? Then maybe it won't appear."  


    "The Kämpfers will definitely meet."  


    Come to think of it, I have heard of this kind of thing. I don't know why they always appear 

in one place. Indeed, if one person is in Hokkaido and the other is in Okinawa, they can't 

fight. Maybe this is the reason.  


    "But this can't be used as evidence."  


    "That's right. But do you remember what classmate Akane said during the beauty 

pageant?"  


    "...I have some impression."  


    Akane is my partner, her full name is Akane Mishima. Also a blue Kämpfer. This girl is also a 

weirdo, let's not talk about her for now.  


    "That girl also said it was suspicious."  


    "That girl always thinks everything is suspicious."  


    "I think she has a very sharp intuition."  


    She ate the cake elegantly. What a beautiful pair of hands.  


    "What does that intuition mean?"  


    "You know, right?"  


    Shizuku put the fork back on the plate.  


    "Is it related to Sakura Kaede? That's what I think."  


    "..." 


    I fell silent. Although it was something I really didn't want to hear, to put it simply. This 

woman was wondering if Sakura Kaede and Kämpfer were related.  


    "It's hard to explain this kind of thing,"  


    I said helplessly.  


    "I don't think Sakura Kaede would do such a thing."  


    "Oh, you have some intuition, right?"  


    "No—" 


    "But you must have thought of it. Otherwise, you would be even more surprised."  


    Humph. This woman's observation is really troublesome.  


    Indeed, as far as the beauty pageant incident is concerned, it can be confirmed that Sakura 

Kaede and Kämpfer are related. However, I don't think that person has any bad intentions. 

This is not just my biased words, no matter how you look at it, Sakura  Kaede doesn't seem to 

be an insider.  


    Shizuku seemed to have noticed this as well.  


    "I was taken advantage of without knowing anything."  


    "That must be the case."  


    "How can you be so sure?"  


    "Because she's Sakura Kaede, is there any need to ask?"  


    "He's really fighting for Sakura Kaede."  


    Of course. Both her personality and appearance are exactly what I like. If I don't fight for 

this, then why would I fight for it?  


    Besides, it's really annoying that Shizuku calls Sakura Kaede "Kaede" directly. I'm even 

adding "classmate" at this moment, but you act like we're old acquaintances.  


    Originally, Shizuku and Sakura Kaede were childhood sweethearts, and it was inevitable 

that they had a good relationship to some extent. The problem is, she is such a scheming 

woman, but she acts like a relative or friend in front of Sakura Kaede.  


    "A new Kämpfer has appeared, which is a bit troublesome."  


    Shizuku started eating cake again.  


    "Is it an enemy or an ally? You have to deal with it accordingly."  


    If it's blue, it's an ally to me and an enemy to Shizuku. If it's red, it's the opposite. The 

trouble is, Shizuku has an enemy attitude even towards a red Kämpfer. In the past, this 

woman used me and Akane to beat Kuzuhara, who was a red Kämpfer. No ma tter how you 

look at it, it's a betrayal to her own side, but she looks calm and not bothered at all. And it's 

not because she was forced to do it, Shizuku is considering it from her own perspective.  


    "It's fine in any case, just don't involve me."  


    "Oh, this won't do."  


    She replaced "idiot" with this sentence.  


    "It will take a lot of your cooperation."  


    "I want to refuse."  


    "You owe me."  


    "I don’t remember."  


    "Remember it for me."  


    No way, although I wanted to say that, I couldn’t do it. Because of this debt, my first kiss 

was taken away. It feels like falling into a hole when I think about it.  


    This woman knows it but still says that. But her expression didn’t change at all. Is this what 

you mean by mentioning a kiss over and over again?  


    "By the way, where’s Akane?"  


    "Akane is taking a day off today."  


    "Ah, a cold?"  


    "I don’t know. I don’t think Kämpfer will catch a cold."  


    I don’t know the reason. She was so energetic yesterday.  


    Shizuku didn’t delve into it. She raised her left wrist and checked her watch.  


    "…It’s almost here."  


    "What?"  


    "I have an appointment."  


    "You should go there quickly then."  


    "I have an appointment here."  


    She is always doing unnecessary things.  


    I felt a commotion in the corridor. It must be a customer.  


    "…Here you are."  


    I stood up without listening to Shizuku’s words. If the guest comes, you should stand up 

and say hello.  


    "Welcome…"  


    "Natsuru -san!"  


    I swallowed my words again. The one who walked quickly into the store was the legendary 

woman, Sakura Kaede.  


    "You’re finally in this store!"  


    She ran in here without even buying a meal coupon. She might not have said anything, but 

I and everyone else in the store were shocked. Only Shizuku had a calm expression on her 

face.  


    Sakura Kaede looked at me and almost jumped for joy.  


    "Wow, this maid uniform suits Natsuru -san so well."  


    This mini skirt with an apron is really embarrassing, but it seems to be no problem for her.  


    "So beautiful."  


    "Uh, well, please buy a meal coupon first..."  


    While I was buying the meal coupon, I took a peek and saw that the maid I had asked for 

was me. Wow.  


    I moved closer to the seat by the window and complained quietly.  


    "Hey, why did you call Sakura Kaede here?"  


    "That kid came by herself."  


    "If you're going to invite someone, can't we go somewhere different?"  


    "I just like tea shops."  


    This is a place where 'tea is made just like a maid.'  


    Shizuku let out a soft laugh.  


    "That kid really cares about you."  


    That's it. Sakura Kaede has fallen in love with me. Not the male me, but the female me.  


    Although she treats everyone equally, she doesn't date anyone in particular. It's really 

wonderful that she maintains this distance. All the male students feel safe and admire her.  


    But she shows the greatest affection for me as a woman. I have always been positive about 

everything Sakura Kaede does, and I can't resist it. It really bothers me that someone likes 

me even though we are of the same sex physically. I would rather be t reated like this as a 

man.  


    Because of this, she has been very active recently. She even wore a wedding dress to a 

beauty pageant and has not stopped approaching me. Although she is very beautiful.  


    I led Sakura Kaede, completely excited, to the table, her food coupon in hand. Even 

without a guide, she'd definitely be sitting here.  


    I took a seat next to Shizuku.  


    "Maid, please help me."  


    She handed over the meal coupon. Orange juice. I was relieved that it wasn't coffee. And 

there was cheesecake.  


    I didn't go to the kitchen, but gave it to the committee chairperson nearby. I didn't intend 

to give it to her, but she took it away by force.  


    "Natsuru -san, please concentrate on accompanying those two people."  


    "Uh..."  


    "Please do so. The three beauties of Seitetsu Academy are here. This is a perfect 

opportunity to attract customers."  


    She is really a woman who will never miss such an opportunity. Moreover, the vice -

chairperson was already soliciting customers in the corridor, and the accountant was 

updating the fee table. I asked her later, and even if special fees were charged, cus tomers still 

poured in without a care.  


    I slowly sat down at my seat. It seems that such a scene has appeared before.  


    Sakura Kaede looked happy. With a big smile on her face and eyes that kept twinkling.  


    "I'm so happy to be sitting with Natsuru -san."  


    If I were a man like this, I would be extremely happy.  


    "Natsuru -san, do you like wearing a maid uniform?"  


    "No..."  


    "You seem to like it very much,"  


    Shizuku said before I could deny it.  


    "You wore a maid uniform during the beauty pageant, and you seemed to like it very 

much."  


    "I want to try it on too. I want to wear the same as Natsuru -san."  


    She had an innocent expression on her face. I think we don't have to wear the same 

clothes, private clothes will do. Or, please be my maid lady.  


    "That's not bad,"  


    Shizuku said.  


    "I want to see it too,"  


    she lied. But Sakura Kaede agreed.  


    "That's right. How about Shizuku -chan wearing a maid uniform too?"  


    "I can't do that. Clothes like that don't suit me. It has to be girls like Sakura Kaede and 

Natsuru -san."  


    As one of the three beauties, what are you saying? By the way, not long ago, there were 

only two beauties, but with me, it became the three. Although I personally rejected this 

name, I became known to the whole school in a short time.  


    "Yeah. Shizuku -chan doesn't like cosplay?"  


    "I've never done it before, so I'm not sure."  


    "I think Shizuku -chan is also very suitable. Don't you think so, Natsuru -chan?"  


    Facing the look seeking approval, I nodded. I think it's very suitable too. For example, 

prisoner uniforms.  


    The juice and cake with the annotations were delivered. After all, it's my job. I took it from 

the way and placed it in front of Sakura Kaede.  


    "Please."  


    "Thank you."  


    Sakura Kaede replied with a serious face. Even if the object was not a woman like me, 

Sakura Kaede would not forget to express her gratitude. It is this kind of polite attitude that 

firmly captures the heart of men.  


    I sat down again. Why do I feel that my position is strange?  


    "...Did Shizuku -chan also mention Natsuru -san?"  


    Sakura Kaede asked.  


    "Yes."  


    "That's right, among the maid ladies, Natsuru -san is the most beautiful."  


    Hooray, I was praised. But to be honest, I can't be happy.  


    "Natsuru -san's maid outfit is very suitable."  


    "I think so too."  


    "But other different outfits might be good too."  


    "Uh, what kind?"  


    Sakura Kaede leaned forward and asked. Shizuku's tone remained unchanged.  


    "A magician or something like that wouldn't be bad, right?"  


    "Ah, that movie set in an English school?"  


    "Instead of dressing up, actually using magic would be better. Like, making fire come out of 

your hands."  


    Pfft. What is this woman talking about? I can use magic as a Kämpfer. My specialty is 

shooting flames from my fingertips. Shizuku uses a chain dagger.  


    "If it's Natsuru, she'll definitely be very cool,"  


    agreed Sakura Kaede, who knew nothing.  


    "Is that right?"  


    "Yeah, I feel happy when I think of Natsuru."  


    I feel happy when I think of Sakura Kaede, too. As a man, I feel even happier.  


    "Natsuru -san looks like her no matter what she does."  


    "For example?"  


    "After transforming, fight someone or something."  


    "It seems like a righteous partner."  


    "That's the feeling."  


    "Ahaha."  


    Sakura Kaede laughed happily, but I was sweating coldly. What on earth is Shizuku 

thinking? She just said some revealing words.  


    "It would be fun if there was a talking doll among the partners. As a connector that knows 

a lot of things."  


    "It's a doll."  


    "Yes. For example, dirty animals and the like."  


    "That seems to be fun."  


    Sakura Kaede agreed naively. On the other hand, I was doubting Shizuku's mind. This 

woman is deliberately making me anxious and making fun of me. As expected of an S.  


    But the next moment, although it was only a flash, Shizuku gave me a look that had some 

meaning.  


    An unintentional hint, hmm, is this a form of questioning?  


    Shizuku is suspicious of Sakura Kaede. So she asked various questions to observe her 

reaction. If there is any different reaction, it proves that it is related to Kämpfer.  


    As expected of the student council president. I sighed in surprise. She can lay a trap for her 

childhood sweetheart with a calm face. She is not an ordinary S.  


    "Don't you think it would be better to divide the combatants into enemies and friends?"  


    "Is that so?"  


    "Yes. It would be better to distinguish them by color."  


    "Oh."  


    Although Shizuku tried in many ways, Sakura Kaede felt nothing but happiness from the 

bottom of her heart. It has nothing to do with this. I was just being manipulated 

unconsciously.  


    "What was Natsuru -san thinking?"  


    Suddenly, Sakura Kaede asked me.  


    "Uh..."  


    "Not interested in this kind of thing?"  


    "Yeah... not much..."  


    I could only mumble it over. Unlike Shizuku, I'm really bad at dealing with scheming 

people.  


    "Don't you like this kind of thing?"  


    Shizuku was talking nonsense again.  


    "Not really..."  


    "Actually, don't you want to try casting magic from your hands?"  


    "Well..."  


    Need I say it? Of course I don't want to. Although I can.  


    "But Natsuru -san seems like she can do anything."  


    Sakura Kaede is really too blind. Maybe she'll say something like, 'Natsuru -san can jump 

from a thousand meters without a parachute and nothing will happen.' The key point is, as 

long as it's Sakura Kaede's wish, I will definitely do it.  


    I hesitated for a moment and answered.  


    "Not everything..."  


    "If there's anything you want her to do, how about asking her?"  


    Shizuku said while drinking the remaining black tea. Hey, wait a minute. Where do you 

want me to jump from?  


    "As for the maid, the master's wish must be obeyed."  


    Sakura Kaede's face lit up.  


    "Natsuru -san, can you do anything I ask you to do!?"  


    "Uh... more like..."  


    This "making tea like a maid" has something like a menu inside, and you can make random 

requests, that's it. Well, if there's a limit, it's because of the money.  


    "Do... what should I do... That, the fire coming out of the hand, this is a bit..."  


    "That's true."  


    Sakura Kaede is really worried. Oh, I tell you, you don't have to be so serious. It's just a 

program at the cultural festival anyway.  


    I was thinking about the cake without caring about it. The profile is also beautiful like this. I 

was stunned accidentally. I can be stunned no matter what Sakura Kaede does.  


    Shizuku came out to help at this time.  


    "Just do something simple."  


    "Wow -Yeah..."  


    "It can be done here, right?"  


    She said to me as if seeking my agreement. I felt the same way and nodded lightly.  


    "What kind of..."  


    The next moment, the sinister student council president said something explosive.  


    "How about a kiss, for example?"  


    Sakura Kaede's face suddenly turned red, and my heart almost jumped out of my throat.  


    "You...what did you say...!"  


    This is mine.  


    "How can you be like this...I'm so shy..."  


    This is Sakura Kaede's.  


    "What's the big deal? Won't something be missing?"  


    This is a devil in the guise of the student council president.  


    What the hell, you're talking about kissing!? Well, of course I'm happy to kiss Sakura 

Kaede. But now I'm a girl, and in this place!  


    There was some commotion in the classroom behind us. Turning my head, I saw that all 

the students, both male and female, were from Seitetsu Academy, staring at us.  


    "It feels like Natsuru -san is angry...?"  


    Sakura Kaede's face turned red. So cute.  


    "The president seems to be smiling too."  


    The guys looking in here didn't even bother to drink. They just kept observing without 

blinking. It felt like being in a cage at a zoo. And the accounting students have been collecting 

fees since just now, and it seems more and more like being watched.  


    But the problem now is what Shizuku said.  


    "I don't think it's okay to kiss to this extent."  


    "It's not okay at all..."  


    I lowered my voice and protested quietly so as not to be heard.  


    "Kissing between women..."  


    It's so embarrassing to have to admit that I'm a woman.  


    "Don't you think you're a man?"  


    "How can you be like this..."  


    Although I have always thought so. After all, I'm a man.  


    "What are you thinking, Sakura Kaede?"  


    "Uh..."  


    Sakura Kaede, her face still red.  


    "Why are you saying this all of a sudden, Shizuku -chan?"  


    That's right. What are you saying?  


    "How can I possibly do this? I...I'm not really resisting..."  


    She actually agreed. Ugh.  


    But Shizuku, why did you say that? Even if we really kiss, I'm still troubled here. My male 

innocence has been trampled on by this Shizuku, and I didn't expect that she would also 

control my female innocence?  


    What's the reason? No, she's simply disliked. If you want to give evidence, although it was 

only for a short time, she did smile.  


    "Kissing is fine for me."  


    It was this Shizuku who said it again.  


    "Is... is it...?"  


    "Compared to here, I think someplace quieter would be nice. Like a locker room or 

something."  


    "Disgusting..."  


    I'm probably just imagining it. Sakura Kaede got shy. I don't have to imagine it anymore, 

because my stomach aches just thinking about what happened yesterday. (Shizuku forcefully 

kissed me in the locker room.)  


    "Really... Shizuku -chan... is it okay if the other person is a girl?"  


    "It's okay if it's a boy. It would be interesting if he's younger."  


    "I have a feeling that Shizuku -chan has kissed a younger boy."  


    My heart was about to explode, but Shizuku said neither YES nor NO.  


    "If they're younger, their kissing skills are terrible."  


    "Is that so...?"  


    "There's such a rumor."  


    Wow —. How could there be such a rumor? Do you know how I feel? Sakura Kaede, please 

stop saying "that's right".  


    "Well...but...Natsuru -san..."  


    "Yes..."  


    "Is there a kissing service...?"  


    "This, this..."  


    Of course not.  


    But I couldn't say it clearly. I really don't want to disappoint Sakura Kaede. But if I agree, 

Accounting -san will definitely add "New item - kissing with Natsuru -san" to the menu.  


    I whispered.  


    "If possible, please make a separate wish."  


    "Your service attitude is very bad, maid -san."  


    Shizuku, shut up, please.  


    "Other things..."  


    Sakura Kaede was thinking thoughtfully. Looking at her like that, I always feel that serious 

things and sexy things are mixed together. No, no, it is impossible for Sakura Kaede to think 

about sexy things.  


    "How about feeding me something to eat?"  


    It's that Shizuku again, what to eat.  


    "Well, how do we do it?"  


    "Didn't you order cheesecake? Can you feed this to Natsuru -san? Ah -hmm, like this."  


    Hey, hey, before I could react, Sakura Kaede's eyes started to sparkle.  


    "It seems good."  


    "Isn't it?"  


    "You won't be shy if you do this?"  


    Indeed, maybe I won't be shy if I do this.  


    The key point is that I open my mouth like a bird, and then Sakura Kaede puts the cake into 

my mouth. Is this a service? Isn't it like I'm the one eating now?  


    "You can feed it to Sakura Kaede, too."  


    What a remarkably thoughtful idea.  


    Shizuku raised her hand to signal the committee chairperson to come over.  


    "Did you call me?"  


    "Is there a service you'd like to ask?"  


    After listening to the explanation, the committee chairperson nodded vigorously, as if to 

dash my tiny hope.  


    "Of course, no problem. But there will be a special fee."  


    The accountant classmate appeared behind her, tapping away on a calculator rapidly. I'm 

no longer surprised by things of this magnitude.  


    The committee chairperson took the money and said, "Please do as you please." This 

woman must have been a woman trader in her previous life.  


    Sakura Kaede happily picked up the fork and began to cut the cake.  


    "Please, Natsuru -san, ah —yes."  


    The cake was brought to me. I gave up the struggle and opened my mouth.  


    Smack. Oh oh oh - the cheers of the spectators.  


    Chew chew chew. Hmm, the cheesecake here tastes really good even though it's my first 

time eating it. It seems that the vice -chairman classmate baked it. She is so carefree, but she 

can also make this.  


    "Natsuru -san, I want to eat it too."  


    Sakura Kaede opened her mouth impatiently. I cut the cake with mixed feelings.  


    "...Ah - Yeah."  


    "Ah - Yeah."  


    I slowly put it into her mouth. At this moment, the flash light lit up.  


    Wow, I was wondering if I had received money to take pictures again, but I found that the 

person taking the picture was the vice -chairman classmate. She held up a real digital camera 

without blinking. She is really versatile.  


    "Natsuru -san, do it again."  


    "Uh..."  


    "Hurry up."  


    I really can't do it again. Sakura Kaede still ate it with a happy face, and the vice -chairman 

student was filming continuously on the side.  


    "Then it's my turn now."  


    Why did Shizuku say that?  


    The audience was in an uproar. "Is the president going to do it!?" "I can't believe it." "It's 

worth seeing" and so on. It's really not a scene that is easy to see.  


    I was stunned. If I wasn't the person involved, I would also watch the excitement with such 

interest, but now I am shaking non -stop. Shizuku cut the cream cake and handed it over with 

her usual calm expression.  


    "Okay, please."  


    "…" 


    "What's wrong?"  


    The corners of your mouth are curled up, hey. Others may not have seen it, but that's 

definitely what happened. They must have put poison in it when I wasn't paying attention.  


    "If you don't eat it, you'll just have to wait like this."  


    "...But."  


    "Do I have to feed you with my mouth?"  


    They acted like this during the beauty pageant, too. Did this family get training from 

abusers when they were little?  


    The excited audience. The excited Sakura Kaede. The (probably) smirking Shizuku. Me 

trying to escape.  


    Ahhh, really, there's nothing I can do. I opened my mouth and ate the cake. Smack.  


    Clapping and cheering. Why are we clapping? I saw something good. You're so lucky.  


    "Is it delicious?"  


    "..." 


    It is, but I'm too lazy to answer.  


    Although I had to do it as a return gesture, I still didn't do it. "I can eat it by myself," 

Shizuku said.  


    The two of them finished the remaining cake in no time. Women are really quick when it 

comes to sweet things.  


    "What a good service,"  


    Shizuku said without any conscience. But Sakura Kaede nodded in agreement.  


    "That's what I thought. I'm so happy to be served by a maid -like classmate like Natsuru."  


    "It would be nice if there was something I could give in return."  


    "That's right. Natsuru, I want to give you a gift in return. Is there anything you want?"  


    "No... I just serve..."  


    "Don't be polite, dirty animal, do you like it?"  


    Forget about the dirty animal.  


    At this moment, Shizuku opened her mouth as if she had just remembered something.  


    "By the way, Sakura Kaede, how about hosting her at your own home?"  


    Eh? 


    "It would be nice to show off your cooking skills to Natsuru -san. You're quite good at it, 

right?"  


    After hearing what Shizuku said, Sakura Kaede thought for a moment.  


    "…That's great."  


    "Right."  


    "Shizuku -san will come too, right?"  


    "Of course, it's just right since I haven't been in a while."  


    "It's decided. Natsuru -san, please definitely come."  


    Sakura Kaede seems to be having a great time. She must be very happy to cook and serve 

food to others.  


    Of course, I'm happy too. If it were a man, he would be even happier. But that wouldn't be 

possible then, so I can only endure it as a woman. But why did Shizuku make such a 

suggestion?  


    "Show your collection to Natsuru -san."  


    "Yes. Those kids need to be taken a good look at by Natsuru as well."  


    The student council president glanced at me. ...Ah —what are you planning again. You want 

to check the condition of the dirty animals. Why did you drag me into this when you could 

just go by yourself?  


    I sighed that we finally got to this point. Coming to 'making tea like a maid' and calling 

Sakura Kaede was also a planned action. In order to find out the secret countermeasures to 

Kämpfer.  


    So I was forced to get involved and couldn't even refuse.  


    Sakura Kaede took out her mobile phone and checked the calendar. The next break is 

indeed —hmm.  


    "Natsuru -san, can you come to my house this Saturday?"  


    "Yes..."  


    "I'm looking forward to it. I'll try my best to cook delicious food."  


    "Thank you..."  


    So, it's not daytime but nighttime. I feel a little nervous. If I weren't a woman.  


    "Is that all I have to say? It's almost time to go,"  


    Shizuku stood up.  


    "Are you going back?"  


    The committee member came over as if sliding.  


    "If you like, how about taking a picture with our maid?"  


    "Oh, is this a hidden service?"  


    "Yes, it's a rare opportunity for the student council president and Sakura Kaede. It doesn't 

matter how many pictures you take. Of course, there will be no special fees. The pictures 

taken so far can be made money through underground publishing houses. .. No,"  


    the committee member coughed a few times to cover up.  


    "As an honor to our store, please..."  


    "Take a picture with Natsuru -san!?"  


    Sakura Kaede was immediately hooked.  


    "Please. Please take a picture of us. Oh, by the way, Shizuku -chan too."  


    "Sure."  


    I thought she had no interest, but she agreed casually.  


    The table next to the blackboard was swept, and the three of us stood side by side. Let's 

take a picture quickly, at this moment someone in the audience came out.  


    "Hello - I'm the girl from the news department, Masumi Nishino."  


    She was holding a recording device and a camera in her arms.  


    "Thank you very much for giving permission to take the photo. It will definitely be placed 

at the top of the first page of the school news, so stay tuned."  


    Got permission? It's another good thing done by the accounting classmate. She really 

knows how to make money.  


    I stood in the middle. On the left is Sakura Kaede, and on the right is Shizuku.  


    The fake maid is in the middle, and on both sides are the high school girls in order. And this 

maid is the tallest one.  


    The camera is held by the vice -chairman. It seems that the other guests did not get 

permission to take pictures. The photography rights are monopolized by the press 

department, so they must have sold them for a lot of money.  


    Just standing there and being photographed. The sound of continuous shutters rang out.  


    "Natsuru -san, come a little closer."  


    Huh?  


    "A little closer."  


    "That's great."  


    Masumi was very happy. I don't understand what you mean by that.  


    Before I could say anything, Sakura Kaede came close to me. Wow, just when I was 

surprised, Shizuku also came close to me. Uh uh!?  


    The corridor began to stir. My heart also began to stir like in Fukumoto's comics.  


    "That's it, I'm going to take a picture."  


    Click, click. Whichever party was being photographed was very happy. But my heart was 

pounding, and I couldn't feel happy at all.  


    "Well - Natsuru -san is too stiff. Her face looks completely tense."  


    "Is it a nerve pain -?" 


    You saw it. It's tense.  


    I looked slightly to the left, and Sakura Kaede was waving cutely at the camera. And her 

body kept pressing towards my left wrist. Um, sorry, my breasts touched it.  


    Shizuku still had the same expressionless face as always. Although I thought she would 

smile, she had an arrogant look, as if she was not here to take pictures because she was 

happy. "I'm going to kill you now, hehehe." Something like that.  


    And she, no less than Sakura Kaede, pressed me tightly with her body. Our bodies were 

pressed together without any space between us, and her breasts were touching my elbow. 

She was neither happy nor shy, she was doing it with a completely calm expressi on. 


    (Hey, President!)  


    I couldn't help but complain.  


    (It's too crowded, don't do this.)  


    (Do you think it would be better if you came closer?)  


    (That's not what I meant!)  


    (If you make too much noise, Sakura Kaede will find out.)  


    Oh wow.  


    I smiled on my face but cried in my heart. All I saw were the flashlights of Masumi and the 

chairman.  


    Shizuku whispered, "If you're not friendly, no one will like you, regardless of whether 

you're a man or a woman."  


    "You're not lovable either."  


    "I'm the student council president, so that's all I need."  


    "Really?"  


    They continued filming. The guys watching seemed to get excited, too.  


    It felt like I'd been thrown into a cauldron of hell. Just as I was thinking this, the 

photoshoot was over.  


    "Thank you very much,"  


    the committee chairperson bowed deeply.  


    "Then we can sell everything we have for the rest of the time. From now on, it'll be 

underground sales... uh, everyone, stay tuned."  


    It would be nice if only my spot was covered up in the photos. The audience dispersed, 

saying, "We've seen something good," "It feels a bit erotic," and "We're getting excited."  


    Masumi immediately began negotiating with the accounting classmate about the rights to 

use the photos. The vice -chairperson encouraged herself by saying, "Keep your spirits up 

until the end."  


    When saying goodbye to Sakura Kaede, she repeatedly gave me some advice.  


    "Definitely come and play."  


    "...Yes."  


    "I'm really, really, really counting on you."  


    "...I understand."  


    After saying this, Sakura Kaede skipped out of the store.  


    "Remember not to lie,"  


    Shizuku said from behind me as I watched Sakura Kaede leave.  


    "No."  


    "I haven't been to Sakura Kaede's house in years, and I don't want to see that kid looking 

depressed."  


    "...Even if you say that, you're not going there to play anyway."  


    Was she being sarcastic, was she?  


    "That's right,"  


    she answered without hesitation.  


    The second day of the cultural festival ended without incident. It was nothing for others, 

but it was different for me.  


    Shizuku went from being an annoying woman to the role of student council president, and 

began the work of wrapping up the event. I don't know what Sakura Kaede is doing, but it 

looks like she's packing the dolls she brought.  


    I changed back into my male body. The "Rest House" project of our second -year group four 

of the boys' department was a huge hit, and it was packed with fathers who came as 

companions and students who worked all night. It was just like the scene in Atla nta in the 

movie "Gone with the Wind."  


    "The sales of the Bishoujo Research Society are also good,"  


    said Higashida, the man of Class Four's Idiot Extract.  


    "The beauty pageant manual is also sold out, and the pre -orders for the 'Seitetsu Academy 

Beauty Pageant Complete Edition' to be released next month are also going smoothly. This 

completely solves the financial difficulties."  


    "Have you given permission for the beauty pageant photography?"  


    I asked.  


    "Of course it was guerrilla photography. I disassembled the parts of the digital camera, 

removed the flash, and reassembled it at the venue. I also hired the student council 

photographer, so I don't have to worry about the materials."  


    How smug he was. If he couldn't take the photo, he would have made a collage. It's really 

speechless. This enthusiasm should be used somewhere else.  


    The last night of the whole thing. In the center of the girls' training ground, a bonfire was 

lit and people sang and danced around it. In the shaded places, many men and women were 

together, and because of this, many people started dating, and they we re commonly known 

as "Seitetsu couples." ...The above is just nonsense.  


    Wood was constantly added to the fire. Here are all the waste discarded after the plan was 

made and reused. But they've all been checked by the student council. If a plastic bag is 

thrown in and it starts to emit gas, it'll be troublesome, but some uni dentified items are still 

thrown in. I think there's an answer sheet used before a test, which is who knows how many 

years old.  


    I sat on the ground and watched the flames burn.  


    The guys from the second -year group four of the boys' department basically went to chat 

up the girls. Even though they knew they would be 100% defeated, they still didn't care. In a 

sense, it really didn't matter. That special attack spirit is really t ouching. Up ahead, Hanzawa 

is being scolded by a strong girl.  


    "Natsuru!"  


    Snap, there's a slap on the back.  


    I turned around to see what was wrong, and it turned out to be my childhood sweetheart, 

Kondou Mikoto. She was holding a big paper bag.  


    "You look so gloomy. Did Sakura Kaede dump you?"  


    What nonsense is that.  


    "Why am I getting dumped? That's something that only happens after confessing, right?"  


    "Ah, yeah. Didn't Natsuru have the courage to confess himself?"  


    "You're so nagging."  


    It was hard to deny.  


    "What did you do at the cultural festival?"  


    "I worked on the class project, watched the beauty pageant, and then I sneaked off to the 

boys' club."  


    "Why did you go to the boys' club?"  


    "Because there were fewer people, it didn't matter if I had to run anywhere."  


    The guys who are really working on projects would cry if they heard this. Besides, are you a 

child running around?  


    Mikoto is always this tireless person, and she displays this ability without regrets even 

when she's overseas. She even walked through the Deccan Plateau (a plateau in India) alone.  


    "How's Masumi?"  


    "Over there."  


    "She's filming in the dark with an infrared camera. She's definitely filming some scandalous 

couple."  


    "She's really energetic. In a way."  


    "She said she seems to have taken a lot of photos of the girl who doesn't know Natsuru."  


    "Oh,"  


    I said, pretending not to care.  


    Mikoto sat down next to me.  


    "Hey, do you know this?"  


    Bending down, Mikoto took something out of the bag.  


    A dog stuffed animal with a rope around its neck and intestines sticking out. Dirty Doll's 

new creation, the Hanged Dog.  


    Dirty Doll is already very familiar to me, but it's still unknown to the world. Although it's a 

regular at bargain sales, it still doesn't catch the eyes of customers. The manufacturer's 

president gave the completely incomprehensible reason of "it's so ld in Nicaragua", and it is 

estimated that it will remain unknown for the time being.  


    But if you look closely, there is a crazy discomfort hidden in the cuteness. The rumor that 

"if you keep staring at it, you will want to jump off a bridge" is not false.  


    "What's wrong with this?"  


    "I accepted it. Or rather, I hid it in the bouquet."  


    As expected, this girl accepted Sakura Kaede's bouquet.  


    "Don't you think it's cute?"  


    "Your taste is weird."  


    "Really? Compared to the things unearthed in the Inca Empire, it's no less beautiful."  


    What kind of feeling is that?  


    "It must be fun to hang down from the ceiling with buttons."  


    "...You seem to get along well with Sakura Kaede."  


    "That person is a big fan of dirty animals."  


    Hahaha, I laughed foolishly. I really don't understand this girl's funny bone.  


    "That's right, this kid is weird."  


    "The woman who said this thing is cute is weird enough."  


    "Stop talking, I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about the doll monster."  


    Hearing this, I stared at it closely for a while. The disgusting part is the same as in other 

series, there's nothing weird about it.  


    "What's weird about it?"  


    "It spoke."  


    I was stunned.  


    But Mikoto ignored me and continued.  


    "This kid. It seems to have spoken. I don't see any place to put the batteries. Technology 

these days is amazing."  


    She looked relaxed, but I was startled. It spoke, is that true?  


    "So, what did the doll say?"  


    "I don't know. It was babbley and I couldn't hear it clearly. Find a chance to listen 

carefully."  


    "...Aren't you surprised? A doll can speak."  


    "Why? I've seen talking sacred trees in Chad."  


    She's really brave when it comes to making mistakes. If I want to surprise this girl, it seems 

I have to bring aliens with me.  


    But the fact that Mikoto's dirty doll spoke. This is a clue that the dirty doll is connected to 

Kämpfer.  


    As long as it's Kämpfer, there will always be a talking dirty doll around. I also learned 

something from my doll. These guys were sent by an organization called Mediators.  


    It's still unclear what's behind this, but Shizuku is very upset with that guy and has made 

various attempts to find out.  


    But if that's the case, isn't it a sign that Mikoto will become Kämpfer? Otherwise, this doll 

that can't be sold wouldn't be talking.  


    "What's wrong, Natsuru?"  


    "Nothing,"  


    I said to Mikoto, who was folding her arms.  


    "I said, can you give me that Hanged Dog?"  


    "No,"  


    Mikoto immediately took her hands away.  


    "The things in the bouquet are useless to you now, Natsuru."  


    "That's not what I meant. It's very dangerous, and that feels very uncomfortable."  


    "Wouldn't it be fun to have a talking doll? It's worth observing."  


    How dare you say that? It seems like this won't work. When she was in elementary school, 

this girl caught a snake on the way to school and asked her to find a place to release it, but 

she said she wanted to raise it and started to take care of it serio usly. The snake was raised 

until it was 2 meters long and finally died. What kind of snake was it?  


    "I know, I know. Well, if there is anything strange with the doll again, remember to tell 

me."  


    "Oh, are you interested in Natsuru too? Come to think of it, you have one at home too."  


    "...I'm a fan."  


    She just glossed over it. This girl Mikoto put herself aside and laughed at me with "bad 

taste". Why do I have to be criticized like this?  


    "Next time, let me see Natsuru's doll too."  


    "Why do you have to look at such disgusting things?"  


    "Wouldn't it be interesting if that kid could talk?"  


    It can talk all the time. Besides, it's not really that interesting.  


    On the other side of the bonfire, an acquaintance ran over waving a camera. It was 

Masumi Nishino.  


    "Hey —, Mikoto. Over there, the third -year and first -year girls in the boys' department are 

arguing over the second -year boys in the boys' department."  


    "That's worth seeing."  


    Mikoto stood up holding the Hanged Dog.  


    "Goodbye, Natsuru."  


    "Yeah."  


    Looking at Mikoto running away, I held my head and began to worry.  


    Even if I was worried, I couldn't come up with any good ideas. After all, it wasn't something 

that I had to do. If a cartoonist or writer heard these words, he or she might turn these 

themes into novels.  


    Before the end of the after -night festival, I was walking home. The bonfire at the gate was 

burning as big as it was at the beginning. It was a big fire, so it should be okay.  


    I returned to my house. I looked up and saw that the light in the window was on.  


    "...Huh?"  


    I live alone. I left my parents who were busy on business trips and lived alone. Well, it's not 

that I'm so great, it's just that I have nowhere else to go.  


    So even though it was dark, the light was on in my room.  


    This is really strange. Thinking about it carefully, did my parents come back and forgot to 

turn off the light, or did a thief get in? If it were the first two, it would be easy to deal with, 

but thieves are annoying. Although I don’t have any money, I  still have the valuable H books 

hidden. It’s better to avoid being robbed.  


    The door to the entrance is open. I feel more and more like I was robbed. I walked up to 

the second floor cautiously. I opened the door of my room.  


    "Welcome back."  


    "Wow —" 


    It seems that I screamed a lot today. Sitting on the tatami is Akane Mishima.  


    "Akane... why?"  


    "I saw the door was open and came in."  


    "Huh...?"  


    "The door, it seems to be unlocked."  


    Ah—so that's it. I just forgot to close the door. I was relieved that I was not robbed.  


    Akane was sitting on the tatami, drinking tea. There was nothing strange, but it just felt a 

little scary. Has she been waiting for me like this? Even if the door was open, just walking in 

like this feels a bit...  


    I put my bag on the table.  


    "Akane, you're taking a day off today?"  


    "Yeah..."  


    she replied lightly.  


    "I'm too embarrassed to see Natsuru -san..."  


    The incident at the beauty pageant. After her transformation, Akane caused a big scene. 

So, she came to my house like this. It's really hard to understand a girl's heart.  


    "How was the cultural festival today?"  


    "It ended normally. I was in the girls' section the whole time. Oh, but Sakura Kaede and the 

president are here."  


    "Sakura Kaede..."  


    For some reason, Akane's face changed.  


    "Did something happen?"  


    "Well..."  


    "Please tell me..."  


    Although I didn't want to say it, she was very persistent, so I told her the whole story of 

"making tea like a maid." Akane's eyes twitched, and when she talked about the 

commemorative photo, she turned over and lay on the ground.  


    "Wow, Akane!?"  


    She didn't seem unconscious. Instead, she seemed to be shocked and was in a trance.  


    "It's okay,"  


    it wasn't me who said that. It was the doll lying on the table.  


    "Akane looks strong, so there's no problem. It's more like she's angry,"  


    said the dirty puppet, Seppuku Tiger, beside her. This guy is my messenger. Although he 

spoke like an old man, his voice was in stark contrast to Shizuku's.  


    "I'm relieved that it's okay, but why is she angry?"  


    "Well, it's because you, Natsuru, were so affectionate with Sakura Kaede and the 

president."  


    "It wasn't me who was affectionate, it was me, a woman. Besides, there's nothing wrong 

with being affectionate, right?"  


    "There is."  


    "What kind?"  


    I really don't understand. Although I know that Akane and Sakura Kaede don't have a good 

relationship.  


    Seppuku Tiger laughed the same "hahaha" laugh as Eunuch -sama. What an impolite tiger.  


    Akane finally sat up.  


    "Are you okay...?"  


    "Yeah..."  


    Even after answering like that, Akane still looked at me with resentment.  


    "Natsuru -san, you did this while I was away."  


    "...Rather than saying I did it, it's better to say I was done to."  


    "That's too much..."  


    What the hell.  


    Akane sniffed with a hiss. I had no idea what was going on. Only Seppuku Tiger was still 

laughing.  


    Suddenly I remembered something.  


    "This is not the time to laugh. I met one of your partners."  


    "What?"  


    "The Hanged Dog."  


    I told the story of the after -night festival. This time, Seppuku Tiger stopped laughing, and 

Akane listened to me seriously.  


    Then, we both sighed without saying anything.  


    "Kondou -san...has become Kämpfer?"  


    asked Akane.  


    "It's not confirmed yet."  


    "But... the possibility is very high."  


    "That's right. There won't be any other places for the talking dirty doll."  


    "What should I do..."  


    "Hmm..."  


    I folded my arms. But I couldn't think of anything.  


    If a human becomes a Kämpfer, various changes will occur in the human. Hair color 

changes (Shizuku), personality changes (Akane), gender changes (me). What will happen to 

Mikoto? Will the temperament of that person become gloomy?  


    "Should I tell Kondou -san directly about the Kämpfer incident...?"  


    "No, it's not time yet. There is no sign of her officially becoming a Kämpfer yet. That 

Hanged Dog doesn't seem to talk much."  


    "Is that so..."  


    "If I suddenly tell her about Kämpfer, she might think there's something wrong with my 

brain."  


    That girl will immediately treat me like a patient. Although she said, 'Because I'm worried 

about Natsuru,' she was definitely treating me like a mentally unstable person.  


    "The time is not right yet. It's not clear whether she's an enemy or a friend..."  


    "Hmm..."  


    I turned to face the doll on the table.  


    "Do you know anything about this?"  


    "I don't know."  


    A straightforward, yet unreliable answer.  


    "All I know is that I followed Natsuru. I know nothing about the newly appeared Kämpfer."  


    What a useless guy. No wonder it's an unpopular product.  


    After a while, Seppuku Tiger said.  


    "The president probably knows more about this kind of thing."  


    "You, I think you said something like that before."  


    "No, I don't know what you mean, Natsuru, but isn't that person quite talented? She 

investigated a lot of clues alone."  


    That's true. What kind of superhuman is it to be able to study while doing student council 

work and investigating the Kämpfer case at the same time? But Shizuku did it.  


    "Well - then, I'll ask her next time,"  


    I said softly. Although I was talking to myself, Akane still heard it.  


    "Are you going to the student council again...?"  


    "No, I'm going to Sakura Kaede's house with the president on Saturday. By the way..."  


    I answered casually, but I couldn't finish my words.  


    Akane's temperament suddenly changed. At the same time, I felt a hard object on my 

head.  


    "Huh? What did you say just now?"  


    A voice similar to Horie Yui's. There was a gun on my head. It turned out that Akane had 

transformed into Kämpfer.  


    I looked to the side in fear. I was stared at by the sharp eyes of the "Mastiff Girl".  


    "You said you were going there just now, right?"  


    "I said..."  


    "You, you want to go there secretly without telling me, right?"  


    "No... just to Sakura Kaede's place."  


    "Oh... this guy is quite popular. That's great."  


    "Wait. It's not me who's a man, it's me who's a woman."  


    "I don't care, why are you hiding it from me?"  


    Akane pointed the gun at me.  


    "You pumpkin bastard. I'm your partner. Who told you to hide it from me? Even if you can't 

tell the King of France and the animation producer, you have to be frank with me. Especially 

about that bitch."  


    The bitch refers to classmate Sakura Kaede. This girl is so rude. After this girl transformed 

into Kämpfer, the tone of her voice would make even the Corsican mafia jump.  


    "Didn't I tell you everything?"  


    "You want to hide it from me and go to that bitch's house. It's really unforgivable. Do you 

want me to make a new ear hole for you?"  


    The finger on the trigger slowly applied more force. Stupid, stupid, it's very dangerous.  


    "I went with the president, I didn't hide it from anyone."  


    "You're hiding it from me!"  


    Sensing danger, I lowered my head suddenly. The gun went off, and a hole opened in the 

wall.  


    Wow —a real shot. If it hits, you'll definitely die.  


    The Mastiff Girl had no regrets. Akane's eyes were full of madness and murderous intent. It 

was as if I could die at any time, and my funeral had already been prepared.  


    "Listen to me, Natsuru. There are things humans can't do. For example, telling the 

president and me that you're going somewhere, or going to that stinky woman's house, 

without telling me. I advise you not to make me angry."  


    "Why are you angry?"  


    "Go ask me before I transformed!"  


    The finger on the trigger was exerting force again. Oh, I said wait.  


    Fortunately, the bullet didn't fire. It seems that she has control over herself. She did fire 

just now.  


    "Let me be frank, I just feel annoyed when I see people like you. I don't understand why I 

care about you."  


    Annoyed and caring, which one is it?  


    "For the sake of myself before I transformed. It would be a waste to kill you now. Let you 

live."  


    "...Thank you so much."  


    Why can't I not thank you.  


    "But letting you live is conditional."  


    "What?"  


    "Take me with you to the bitch's house."  


    "Huh!?"  


    The bitch was talking about classmate Sakura Kaede. Are you going to that person's house 

with your family?  


    "Oh, damn it, you had a fight with me when you were changing clothes. I really want to see 

if she has the courage to say the same thing again."  


    "Well..."  


    "Huh? I can make a hole in your head here."  


    "Stop it. I'm not going there to play, the president is going to investigate the clues of the 

mastermind."  


    "Then it's just to play."  


    What kind of structure is this girl's head?  


    "This kind of thing is just the same as playing. But, Natsuru, it's because it's playing that 

you have to take it seriously. Garupon III said this."  


    Is that true? Besides, what are you seriously doing, are you shooting me in the head or 

calling Sakura Kaede a bitch?  


    "But..."  


    "Do you want to die?"  


    "I understand, I understand!"  


    Just like that, this girl used force to force me to agree to take her with me. During this 

commotion, the Seppuku Tiger was watching from the side, ignoring the dire situation of his 

master, just waiting for me to vent my anger on you.  


    "Because, if I save you, Akane will definitely shoot me."  


    This guy told me this after Akane returned. A mere doll, yet he is so afraid of death.  


    "It will be okay even if I get shot, right?"  


    "No, it won't be okay. Don't look at me like this, I'm very careful with my body."  


    Is this true?  


    "Is the current situation very bad for you, Natsuru?"  


    "Of course it is very bad."  


    "From Akane's point of view, she would be very unhappy if her partner kept it a secret 

from her. It's obvious that she is not trusted."  


    "I will tell her when it's over. What's wrong with that?"  


    "That's terrible! You didn't notice anything?"  


    "...Do I look dull?"  


    "Very dull, huh?"  


    Don't you know that the Seppuku Tiger looked at me with this look?  

==Translator's Notes==
This chapter was translated from the Chinese translation of the original Japanese text.
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